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PokeMorphs- a Pokemon-Animorph Crossover

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There you go, EDITED! The history was shortened a paragraph, hope it's OK.

Oh, and I don't like pokemon levels much myself. I like RPs which are anime-oriented, not game-oriented. The anime is more realistic, in a way:D Im just really used to have to post levels.
 
in order to answer your question wind, I have one of my own.

What would happen if a pregnant person became a controller?
 
I have another question....what about the skin tight clothing? Are you going to incorporate that as well? Im also assuming Taxxon's, Hork-Bajir and the like will be in the role-play as well, is that correct?
 
@pikakip, You know...I'm not sure. I think there was something about that in one of the spin-offs, Visser, where two Controllers had a child, but I think a person becoming a controller who is already pregrant would simply be...a Controller who just so happens to be pregnant.

@Zimvee, the skin tight clothing will be kept, as will the Taxxons, Hork-Bajir, and Gedds. Elfangor will give the Pokemorphs their powers, and Visser Three will be in, too. I'm not sure about Ellimist and Crayak...
 
Actually, that may be interesting. If a yeerk has taken over a human, and the human happened to be pregnant then I think that Possibly, POSSIBLY, The human's body may act differently, posing a threat to the baby in question.

I'm only suggesting this because if you remember, Dane's mother is pregnant. I think that if She was a controller, that things would be very interesting.
 
Right...that would be interesting. In that case, I give you permission to screw up Dane's little brother as much as you want.

And I'm thinking of giving Visser Three the ability to morph Deoxys in all its forms, which certainly would make life that much harder for the Pokemorphs...
 
So... Am I accepted? Not to be picky or anything, but you said I was pending... I fixed the stuff, just so you know :D
 
Can I join in now? o.o

Playing Form - (the most basic information about your character)

Name: Keith
Age: 16
School year: 10th
Sex: Yes. Male.
Personality: Keith doesn't really care about most people. He's a cynical, sardonic jerk. If he does care about someone, though, he goes out of his way to protect his friends. Also likes jokes.
History: One day, he met a girl named Sally. Sally was one of Keith's most trusted friends. One day, a man kidnapped her, and no one knew what happened to her. One year later, some cops found her corpse and a note attached to it, saying, "The crow caws at midnight.You're next, Keith." Since then, paranoia has held a steady grip over him.
Appearance: Brown hair, emo bangs. Usually wears a black or white shirt. He always wears sweatpants
Favorite Morph: Luxray
Favorite Battle Morph: Ninetails.
Favorite Flight Morph: Swellow.
Least Favorite Morph: Magikarp. (Damn Pidgeots.)

(Where's the OOC thread?)

School Form-

1st: Science
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
LUNCH
4th: Study Hall
5th: English
6th: Social Studies

Informational Form - (stuff about you, to get a feel for your feel of the series!)

How familiar are you with Animorphs? I read about 7 books.
Do you prefer to write in first person or third person? Third.
 
Screw it. Can I reserve a place? :D I'll do my SU asap.

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Name: Terrance

Age: 17

School year: 12th

Sex: Male (Straight)

Personality: One word best describes Terrance. Fun. He is a fun loving guy, he always goes that extra step to make sure he enjoys himself and he rarely lets things bother him. There can be a number of situations where Terrance finds himself being the 'comic relief' of it all, or the only one who tries to lighten people's days up. He dosen't particularly understand sorrow, and can't understand why some people insist on wallowing in the past and living life pessimistically. His lack of understanding when it comes to panic or fear can obviously result in the patience of another breaking, resulting in Terrance being lectured about 'morals' and 'what is most important' at the time. However, Terrance has one, strong moral - that is to help others in need, and take life on with a smile on your face.

This way of life for Terrance can make him, as he puts it, "like a Marmite guy," (Pardon the expression) - you either love him, or don't. On one hand, he can be a great guy to be with, relied on to make you laugh or simply there to be your friend. Terrance's presence can make all the difference sometimes in social gatherings. On the other hand, trying to get him to slow down and take things seriously is like pulling teeth. He can have difficulty grasping when it's time to be serious about things - having difficulty knowing when and where certain things should be said. Nonetheless, all Terrance tries to do is be a good, fun person: and he tries hard at it.

History: Terrance was born and has grown up in a decent neighbourhood, in an average sized house, big enough for his family of four - himself, his mother, father and his sister who is a year younger than he is. In this climate, he was introduced to many people of varying ages and experiences. When he was as young as three he found himself bonding and playing happily with other tots his age, without a care in the world. This behaviour, many assumed, came from his own parents, who were both also kind, compassionate and appriciative of others - especially their own children. Terrance and his sister were never treated harshly or punished often - if anything, they were probably raised without much discipline at all. The fun, carefree attitude they developed basically made them nice people - something people always appreciate.

Whearas most kids would see the step to school as a big, dangerous aspect, Terrance was anxious and took it in his stride. Right away, to the dismay of his teachers, he was bouncing from one place to the next, yabbering away to one child then going over to play with the next. As you would expect, this was of great benefit in his first two years of school. However, as he progressed and turned six, school became a more serious thing. Unfortunatley, Terrance couldn't let go of his inner child and wasn't taking the education system seriously enough. There were a few occasions were there were tears - after all, Terrance couldn't understand why the teachers were giving him into trouble, he was just being who he was. Nonetheless, nothing serious ever happened to him because, as mentioned, he wasn't ever 'bad' and had no wrong intentions. This caused him to have many friends in school. Infact, he was popular and well known enough to avoid the hassle of bullies. The leap to upper school was no different and, while he was never the best acidemically, he remained the good guy - and his growing sense of humour was greatly appriciated by others.

However, it was as he turned sixteen he finally stopped and thought about things. At the rate he was going at in school, his future wasn't going to be as bright as he thought it would be. He began to get slightly worried around exams - which was unlike him - and he was even considering permanent jobs in stores and places like that. The past couple of years, however, he has been working hard, and can finally see something set for him withing the creative industries.

Appearance: Terrance is the average height for a teenager his age - that is, about 6 feet. He isn't particularly well built or muscular, infact he's pretty skrawny and almost 'lanky'. He dosen't appear to have much muscle to him at all, however he is still energetic. His skin isn't anyhting special - it's the same, pale colour it has always been as he dosen't particularly focus on giving it a nice tan. However, this has kept his skin nice and smooth over time and it is quite healthy. He has short, brown hair which hangs downwards (though not by much, considering its length). Facially, Terrance's expression always looks like he isn't worried at all. He has high cheekbones, his eyes are kept wide and his mouth usually finds itself in some sort of smile. This fun-loving look to him makes him appear slightly younger than he actually is.

His favourite colour is green, thus it shows in what he wears. He has a white, long sleeve shirt on with a royal green, short sleeved one over the top of that, unbuttoned. To match this, he wears a unique pear of trousers - they are black, however they have large green stripes around the legs and the waist. To complete his outfit, he wears green and white baseball boots, a green mens' dress hat, and a grey shoulder-bag.

Favorite Morph: Ludicolo
Favorite Battle Morph: Crawdaunt
Favorite Flight Morph: Aerodactyl
Least Favorite Morph: Probopass

Timetable/Schedule:

1st: Vocal Classes
2nd: Film and Television Studies
3rd: Broadcast Production
LUNCH
4th: Acting/Performing Hons
5th: Acting/Performing Hons (Double Period) *If allowed :P
6th: Screenwriting and Filmmaking Hons

How familiar are you with Animorphs? - Not very unfortunately

Do you prefer to write in first person or third person? - Third :)

There we are :)
 
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(OOC: Hey... Sorry it took so long. RL problems -.-')

Name: Soul

Age: 16

School year: 11th

Sex: Male

Personality: Soul is for the most part a fairly calm person, often seen slouched over with his hands in his pockets or retro earphones on his head. Not really the one for company, he doesn't like to go out and make friends. However, due to a competitive part of his personality, he will work in a team (such in sports, but only if he is forced to. Soul, when talked to, usually makes some sort of witty joke during the conversation. However, he can be quite punctual and is irritated easily by some mundane things, mostly explaining something he finds easy or repetition, and he becomes facetious. He sticks to a few close friends and nothing more.

Mythology has always been an interest of Soul's, possibly a side effect of his father's occupation. He often finds the stories as well as the concepts behind them rather amusing, especially the stories of the heroes of the ancient world. The one thing he enjoys more than this, however, is Astronomy. He loves the night sky, and can be often found just looking at it during the night, wondering what is out there.

Soul loves the energy and excitement he gets from morphing into an electric-type Pokémon, as well as the feeling of the night from being a dark type. This leads these forms to be Soul's favorites and the ones he uses the most. However, he has always been creeped out by most Pokemon with more then 4 limbs. Transforming into one always gives him the chills and when possible, he avoids it.

Soul is also familiar with a few other languages, but is only fluent in English.

History: Ever since birth, Soul was raised by wolves :3
Most of Soul's life had been spent abroad, due to his father's occupation, actually, obsession with history and mythology. His father an archeologist and his mother a scientist, Soul was dragged went from site to site, ruins to ruins, dragging Soul and his mother along with him. Places he had lived in varies from condos to apartments to mansions, depending on the scientific grants his parents got. Although he found many historical artifacts, there was nothing of immense importance. Eventually, his father, with pressure from his mother, gave up on the search, settling down and earning a spot as director of a museum when Soul was 14.

Settling down was a huge shock for Soul, like sticking your tongue in an electrical socket*. Taking it as another temporary settlement, he sat back and watched, focusing on his studies and doing little in the aspect of making friends and approaching people.

Appearance: Standing at approximately 6'1", Soul is the average height and average build for his age. Along with a set of sky blue eyes, he has medium long brown hair, with the tips of the front bleached blond by the sun. Most of the time, he wears a red and black "Adidas" sports top with three white lines running down the left sleeve and a red shirt underneath. On the shirt is a black pair of wings on the front. He also wears a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers. However, he also usually wears a black "UnderArmor" brand headband around his neck; over his shirt but under his top. When he stands still, Soul's hands are either in his pockets or crossed in his arms or he is propped against a wall with his headphones on.

Favorite Morph: Raichu

Favorite Battle Morph: Umbreon or Manectric

Favorite Flight Morph: Skymory

Least Favorite Morph: Anything with more than 4 limbs (eg: Spinarak ) Wings are OK though.

*I'm not responsible if you want to try this… really.

School Form-
1:Calculus
2: Physics
3:Astronomy/Astrophysics
LUNCH (Yay!)
4:Mythology
5: Sports
6:Honors Literature


How familiar are you with Animorphs? - Read a few when I was little.

Do you prefer to write in first person or third person? - Mostly 3rd ;3

As for Soul being a nothlit, I'm not sure yet... :\
EDIT(!):

Quick Question: If we're hurt in a morph, will it carry over into "human form". Like for example, If my character was scratched in the arm while an Umbreon, would the scratch still be there if he changed forms?
 
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I can answer that question! No because your orginal Human DNA would not have been injured so like wise next time you morph back into an Umbreon or something it will be completly healed. However if you take too much damage or black out and forget to morph to heal your wounds you can still die. Also you can do quick morphs. Morphing takes around two minutes and can be exaughsting if you do it too quickly. (Sorry. I've read A LOT of a Animorphs.)
 
I am very excited about this. I see I have a fellow actor signing up.

Anyways, I believe that Visser Three is gonna be challenging...
 
Is there still room left? If there is, here's my sign-up:

Name: Jeremy
Age: 16
School year: 10th
Sex: male

Personality: Jeremy is very shy, making an effort to stay away from parties and social gatherings, and when he is present, he is usually the one reading in the corner, alone. He has a lot of knowledge about pokemon, which is very handy when he is working at the pokemon center. He is somewhat antisocial and has very few friends, but the ones he does have are very nice to him and he is nice to them back. Over at school, he has a passion for learning, but he does find it somewhat boring and will occasionally crack jokes, jokes that put him in detention alot. His goal in life is to eventually graduate and become a pokemon researcher. Overall, he likes how his life is going.

History: For the most part, he was living an average life in the city. He never saw his parents, his mother and father died in a fire when he was 4, with whoever is responsible still at large. He went to live with his Grandparents. They were pretty good to him and they had a pretty good relationship. He had trouble making friends at school, only having a select few, but he made good grades in most of his classes over the years and still does, although he tends to be a bit of a clown. He makes his money by working part-time at the pokemon center, where he helps tend injured pokemon. He wishes to become a pokemon researcher and is studying pokemon very hard to reach that goal. One night, he went driving around town and his life changed forever...

Appearance: Jeremy is somewhat pale and he is a bit skinny, weighing in at about 140 pounds. His height is 5'9. He has messy brown hair that no matter what he tries, resists his efforts to stay tidy. He has pale,green eyes, and a serious acne problem. He also wears glasses and a generic brown jacket, which for some reason, he can't stand taking off. He also wears blue jeans and sneakers.

Favorite Morph: (He Can't decide between Charizard or Rhyperior.)
Favorite Battle Morph: Rhyperior (it is full of raw power and has almost impenetrable rock armor to boot, the perfect tank!)
Favorite Flight Morph: Charizard ( It can fly, breathe fire, and it is also great for battling.)
Least Favorite Morph: Grimer (Ugh! I'm never doing that one again, It stinks and it's covered in slime!)

1st: Art
2nd: Algebra 2
3rd: History, Lunch
4th: Philosophy
5th: Chemistry
6th: Photography

Informational Form: I'm very familiar with Animorphs, having read at least a dozen books and the number is slowly increasing as I read more. I prefer to write in 3rd person and I do not want my character to take a leadership role, as I am not very good at that.
 
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((Oh my God! Sudden flood of SUs! OK, first things first...

Wolf in the Rain is accepted, because he reserved his spot way back in the first page. That fills up the maximum of seven- however...

Both Zeph's and The Corrupt Plague's SUs are really good, and it'd be a shame to reject you guys...so you are both accepted as well!

So now we're stretching the limit a little with nine players, but that's OK. Sign-ups are officially closed. The OOC Thread is up, also- which means the RP begins now-ish.

I will take the first post, which will "set the scene", if you will. I'll also need someone to post in the OOC thread so I don't double post when I explain the plot of the first part.

So with no further ado- we begin!))
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My name is Ivan. Just Ivan. Ivan I-Can't-Tell-You-My-Last-Name. Why can't I tell you my last name, as an inquisitive person like you might ask?

Because then they'll find us. All of us. And they'd crawl inside of our brains and take control of our bodies and then it'd all be over.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking- "This kid is crazy! Somebody call the police before he does something dangerous!" I thought that, too, in the beginning. I'll start from there- the beginning. My friends and I...we'll tell you the whole story, bit by bit...

It was a dark night. The moon hung low in the sky, and the stars- you could actually see the stars. Kricketune chirped in the shadow of the underbrush, and a chill wind blew once, and then stopped, as did the entire world. The hustle and bustle of city life was gone.

I wasn't impressed. It was just some ridiculous camping trip that was an excuse for the school to waste money. And on the last night of the little excursion, this night, we were assigned in groups to have a night all to ourselves in the great, big wild.

There were nine of us, all somewhere around our little camp fire. I was seated, alone, in front of the flames, with warms hands and a cold shoulder. I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't know any of them. And I also didn't know that soon, they would be closer than family, my brothers-and-sisters-in-arms.

This is how it began...

((Its short, yeah. I'm running a little low on time, so I just slapped this together real quick. The RP now begins!))
 
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My name is Jeremy. I can't tell you my last name, they are after me. Not the cops, the Yeerks. Don't know what the Yeerks are? They are Gray, rat-sized slug aliens that will go into your brain and take complete control of your body, making you their slave. You might think that this sounds like the opening to a bad Sci-fi novel, but it is all real, I was there. They are invading Earth right now as I am writing this and they could be anyone, your friends, family. even you! This is Jeremy and this is my story, the story of me and the human resistance.

It was late at night. Jeremy was on a school camping trip. It had it's good and bad points. the good? he got a chance to observe pokemon. The bad? He had to do the whole thing in a group, when he could do it better alone. It was late at night and he was sitting around a campfire with 8 other people that he did not know, and did not wish to know at the time, people that he did not know would soon be his allies in an epic struggle for mankind. He was quietly roasting marshmallows and looking at the stars. He was able to identify 6 constellations. (not that he told anyone). Everything was going fine and normal until he saw what appeared to be a strange meteor crash into the forest.
 
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My name's Soul. Soul- er... Just leave it at Soul. Yeah, It's not the most normal name, but the one my parents gave me. But my last name? I'd rather not tell you, or anyone for that matter. Can't risk the Yeerks catching on. I don't really want those mice-sized slugs, or snakes, or whatever the hell they are, crawling into my head and taking me over. Not a pleasant thought at all. Right now you're probably either thinking "Yeerks? That's the least threatening name I've ever heard." or calling the nearest insane asylum on me. In both cases, stop what you're doing. They're real, they're here, they're a huge threat, and, most likely, you have or had have one inside your head. Have fun with that.

But, lucky for you, it's our job to stop them. This is my story, the story of how we fought them.

There's always been one line which always sticks in my head, "History is written by the victor"; Good thing I never loose.
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Soul lay on the ground with his head looking up at the stars. He was a little ways away from the fire, far enough so the heat really didn't reach him, but he was still in the light. He placed an iPod earphone in one ear; although he wasn't going to listen to anything, he hoped it would deter anybody from talking to him. It's not that he didn't like people, he just found them annoying from time to time. Just looking at the stars was a lot more peaceful and entertaining. Every constellation he gazed at brought a story to his mind. Hercules 11th task against Draco, Orion the hunter, and Sagittarius the Archer.

A cold wind blew across the clearing. Soul momentarily thought about moving closer to the fire, but decided against it. 9 times out of 10, it would lead to a conversation. Instead, he tried to relax a little more, looking back up into the night sky. This whole trip was a waste of time anyways. The school had put him in a random group of other students, probably hoping they would "bond" or something. Pathetic.

It was only then Soul noticed an object, breaking him from his train of thought. A projectile, kind of like a comet or meteor, began to cut across the night sky. Strangely enough, instead of burning up in the earth's atmosphere, the object only seemed to grow, in brightness and in distance, that is, until it crashed into the forest behind him.
 
My name is Bobby. Just Bobby for now. I can't tell you my last name. Its too dangerous. You see if the Yeerks found out who I really was, they would either A) Kill me and my family or more likely B) Take me and my family as Controllers. You see the Yeerks wish to inslave us and me and my friends are a thorn in their side. What are Yeerks you ask? They're these gray slug like aliens that enter your ear canal and take over your brain. Then you're a Controller. No, I haven't escaped from an insane asylum. I can see I'm doing a bad job of explaining whats going on...Maybe it would be best if I started at the beginning.
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It was a dark stary night. My school and shuffled me and a couple of other kids off on some thing they called "Outdoor Education" Lame name I know. They also threw us randomly into groups. Like we're supposed to bond or something. I mean this is high school! If we arn't friends already, I doubt something like camping out in the woods would do that. Not that the people in my group were complete strangers. Some were in some of my classes and the others I had seen around.

There was Ivan, some rich fancy pants snob. Only knew him from math and he was a total klutz! Then there was Taylor. Also from math but I had actually take some time to get to know her. Why? Cause she was pretty cute! Not that you heard it from me mind you. A little on the odd side, I would advice to never get into a word fight with her. You will lose. Always.

Then there was this odd little dude named Dane. He was a cool enough kid even if he had been caught stealing in the past. We've talked occasionaly but nothing too serious. William or "Game Over" as he liked to be called I know a bit more about. A cool guy who liked to act tough is really just a big softy. We get along pretty well and we're pretty good friends.

I had no info on Pete. All I knew was he was into medicine and liked to be called Puzzel for some reason. Soul on the other hand I knew fairly well. We got along and would help each other in the classes we were in but other than that, we never would hang out with each other.

Terrence, was hilarious! He was one of the other Seniors that I would talk to all the time but never really knew. He could pretty much get away with anything cause even the teachers found him funny. On Jeremy I had nothing. Total wall flower.

Any who, like I was saying earlier, the nine of us we're just hanging out by a fire we had started. Nobody was really saying anything to get a converstastion going and I kept feeling akward for trying. I had givin up trying to talk and looked up at the sky when I saw this weird light. It was coming down really fast, like a meteor only much brighter. "Thats weird." I said. "It looks like it coming right at us!" This turned out to be too true. it suddenly crashed a few feet away from out little campsite. A few people got up and back away. One was me.

After awhile of nothing moving, except the smoke that snaked away, someone finally asked "So...who's gonna go check it out?" Nobody made a move. A few beats past. Still, no one had moved. Finally I said "C'mon, lets all go. That way some of us may live to tell the tale." I was half kidding but never the less, I began to make my way through the undergrowth. To my relief, the others were following me.

Suddenly we came apon the clearing where the what ever it was had landing. What we saw, I'll never forget. First of all, it wasn't that big. It was about as big as a school bus. The front end was egg shaped with a long tube thing extending out of the back of it. There were two crooked wing like things and on the end of the wings was a long tube that glowed blue. To be honest, it looked cute. Harmless even. Except it had this tail thing at the end. It was a mean looking thing, that curved up and forward, coming to a point that looked as sharp as a needle.

"We should try to communicate with it, maybe whatever's inside speaks English." I suggested. "Hello. You can come out. We won't hurt you."

<I know> a voice said. However it didn't actually say it. It was more like it popped into my head. I started picking at my ear, thinking I had heard something. Peter was twisting his head, this way in that as if to find the person who said it.

"Ok..." I said hesitantly. "Did everyone just hear something but they didn't hear it at the same time?" Everyone nodded. "Can you come out?" I asked the pod.

<Yes. Please do not be frightened.> the voice said.

The pod opened to a glowing white room with something standing in the door way. As he (because it was obviously a male) stepped into frame, I could only stare in disbelief. He looked like someone had cloned a Stantler and a human together. The creature had a head and shoulders and arms more or lesst where they shoud have been, though his skin was a pale shade of blue. But below he had fur, a mix of tan and blue, covering a four-legged body that really looked like it belonged to a Stantler, or maybe a Ponyta.

But as I got a better look at him I could see even the normal looking parts wern't so normal. First off he had no mouth, just three veritcal slits. And then there was his eyes. Two of them were where they should be though they were a sparkiling green. But the real shock were his other eyes. He had what seemed like horns on the top of his head but instead of horns they turned out to be eyes! They were the same color as his other eyes and the horns could move in a complete 360 degrees.

Man oh man. If you thought the eyes were bad, you should have seen the tail. It was like a scorpians, long and sharp looking. He reminded me of his ship. He looked harmless at first but when you saw that tail you definitly backed off.

"Hello." I said quietly, like I was talking to a baby. <Hello.> he said with the voice inside our heads.

"Hi." everyone said back. To our surprise he tripped and fell coming down the ramp. We saw he had a large burn on his side. "Hey! We need to get you some help!" I cried as I ran over to him, trying to lift him up.

<No. The wound are fatal. I am dying> he said sadly.

"NO! You can't die." I said, tears in my eyes. I don't know why I was so upset. I just knew he couldn't die. "I mean, your the first alien to land on Earth!"

<No. I am not the first.> he said. "Do you mean their are others like you?" I asked. <No. The ones who came here before me are not like me. They are-> Suddenly he cried out in pain, a silentle scream that filled our heads. For a second, we could feel him dying. <No. They are here for a sinister perpous. They have come to destroy you>

I felt numb for a second. It was strange because even though we had just met him, we all totally believed him. <They are called Yeerks> he spat out the word Yeerk, like a disgusting worm. <They are already here.>

"What do you mean? Surly some would have noticed them by now." I said, a frown on my face.

The alien did something with his eyes that made it seem like a smile. <The Yeerks are different from you or me they live in the specious of others, like a parsite. They are...> he finished like he was searching for a word. He closed his eyes and suddenly I got this picture in my head of a gray-green, slimy thing like a snail without a shell, only bigger, like the size of a rat. It wasn't something you want to look at.

<They are almost powerless without a host. They must have one to live in. In this form they are known as Controllers. They enter the brain and are absorbed into it, taking over the host's thoughts and feelings. They try to get the host to accept volunatrily. It makes the process easier.>

He was suddenly caught off when a bright red light filled the sky. <Yeerks...> He muttered. <We do not have much time. My species, the Andalites have been fighting the Yeerks for some time but we have lost our position on Earth. You> he looked right at me when he said it. I knew it wasn't the time to pretented I didn't know what he meant. <Go inside my ship. Inside you will find a blue cube. Bring it to me.>

I nodded and made my way in. Inside it was nice, cozy even. I found the box on a desk of some sort with a holographic picture next to it. It was the Andalite's family. It saddened me, thinking of how he was dying probally millions of miles from his home, and they wouldn't even know.

"Here." I said as I handed it to him. I paused and then said sadly "Is that your family in there?"

<Yes. My parents and my little brother> he said equally sad.

"I'm sorry." What more could I say?

<Here. Place your hands on this cube. It will give you the power to morph.> he explained.

"To what?" I asked confused. <Morph. It will allow you to absorb the DNA of any animal on your planet. Then you will be able to change into that animal. However if you ever go past two of your earth hours you will be trapped in that form forever!>

We all nodded as we took it in. We knew we couldn't refuse. It was too big of us not to. One by one 9 pairs of hands touched the cube with one blue human looking hand with too many fingers. Suddenly we felt a tickle or shock. It wasn't painful just tickilish. <There. It is done. Now hurry! Go hide before the Yeerks find you!> Suddenly the blackest of blacks filled the clearing and the next time we heard the Andalite's voice it was one filled with absolute terror. <RUN! Visser Three is here! You must run!> We all quickly ran back to the bushes as the blackest of blacks was revieled to be a giant ship shaped like a medievil axe blade. The hatch opened and someone screamed. It might have been me. These dinosaur looking things walked out and they had blades every where on them! They were Walking Weed Wackers from Hell. <These are the Hork-Bajir. All have a Yeerk, forced inside their head. They are a peaceful race despite their ferocious appearence. They are to be pittied.>

What came out next waas the stuff of nightmares. Giant red and yellow centepid things crawled out with a long tube and razor sharp teeth for a mouth. <Taxxons.> The Andalite said with disdain. <Evil worms that sold their freedom to the Yeerks as long as they get a fresh supply of meat.> If you thought if that was bad, you should have seen Visser Three. When he stepped he looked like the Andalite in every way. Same harmless look, right down to the tail. He felt complete different then the Andalite though. Like an evil black. Blacker than ink. As black as death.
(OOC: AND WITH THAT I AM DONE!)
 
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