May 9, 2021 22:59
Red tailed Hawks just tend to hang out in David's bedroom?
Red tailed Hawks just tend to hang out in David's bedroom?
Tobias got better!
Chapter 8
Gah, got busy and had been procrastinating on catching up with this thread, only to find out we're already 2/3 through the David saga!Well, at least I'm caught up for the conclusion.
On the latest chapter: it is a bit weird how David keeps winning these 1v1 fights against more experienced Animorphs. Jake, Rachel, and the rest have been doing this now for months, if not a full year, whereas David's only been at it for a few days. Yet, he already beat Jake in a fair fight, would have beaten Rachel if not for Tobias stepping in, incapacitated Ax... Obviously for dramatic purposes the dude needs to be a threat, but the kid is pushing beginner's luck pretty hard.
Book/Trilogy thoughts: Echoing what others have said, this trilogy is great but David's character suffers from the truncated nature of the books. Something that's easy to forget outside of this thread is just how short these books are, and they're forced to move very rapidly as a result. David is unquestionably a dick, but he also has very little room to actually develop as a character-It would have been nice to see any of his own internal monologue, or to see him connect (or actively reject a connection) to any of the other characters before his sudden yet inevitable betrayal.
David walked away. The real Marco headed toward us, looking about like I felt.
I got up.
"Rachel, what are you doing?" Cassie asked. She put out a hand to grab my arm.
But Jake said, "Let her go."
I followed David's back as he wove through the kids just coming in. In the empty hallway outside, David began to change subtly. He was demorphing. By the time he reached the door to the quad, he was himself again. He must have been close to the two-hour limit to risk it.
I caught up with him as he started to trot across the grass. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. I was keyed up, throbbing with barely contained rage.
"You looking for a fight right here?" he asked.
"Why not?" I snapped. He laughed, a little uncertainly. "You would never morph here in the open."
"I don't need a morph to handle you."
"You know, maybe you forget this sometimes, but you are a girl, Rachel."
"And you're a worm," I shot back. "Want to see who wins that fight?"
"Pretty upset over that Bird-boy, aren't you? What, did you like him or something?" He grinned.
"That's it, isn't it? Aww, how sweet. Too bad. But you know, birds have a short life span."
"So do worms."
"What are you doing? Trying to scare me?"
"Nah. I wouldn't want to scare you. I just want to tell you something. You rat us out to Visser Three, we'll know. We have sources inside the Yeerk organization."
He made a snorting noise. "Yeah, right."
"How do you think we knew the Yeerks were moving against the President and the others? How do you think we learned that one of those heads of state was a Controller?"
David looked a little less cocky. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he realized I was telling the truth. We hadn't told David about Erek and the other Chee.
"So see, you sell us out to Visser Three, we will know," I said.
He shrugged. "Big deal. Nothing you can do about it."
"Yeah, you're probably right," I said. "Even if we were warned, we wouldn't last long." I leaned close, close enough to whisper in his ear. "But some of us would last a while, you little creep. [This is the word that was supposedly censored. Supposedly, it was bastard]
Long enough to make sure that your parents ... well, use your imagination."
He stepped back, drew back his fist, and swung on me. I dodged the blow. I grabbed his head with one arm and jammed the fork against his ear.
I fought a nauseating urge to twist the fork, to make him scream in pain.
"You want a war between you and us, that's one thing. We'll play that out," I said. "But you try and sell us out to Visser Three, and your little family will never get put back together again. Never!"
This time I was the one to turn and walk away.
I was shaking.
The muscles in my neck were twitching. Suddenly I had a raging headache. My ears were ringing.
I was exhausted, yes. But it was more than that. I was high on adrenaline. High on the rush of power and violence.
What had I just done? In all the time we'd been fighting the Yeerks, I'd never made a threat like that. What was the matter with me?
I felt ... not exactly ashamed. But I knew I never wanted to talk to Cassie about what I'd just told David. Or Tobias. Or even Marco.
And as for Jake, I found myself filled with a terrifying surge of pure, utter hatred for him. I couldn't begin to explain it. But I swear at that moment I hated Jake far more than I did David.
I should have gone back to the cafeteria. I should have told them all what had happened. But Jake already knew, didn't he? Jake, the smart, determined leader, already knew all about me.
And I couldn't face him. I couldn't face what he knew about me.
Jake's parents came back that evening. They'd been out of town helping with a cousin of Jake's and mine. The cousin's name was Saddler. He was an obnoxious kid, but he'd been badly hurt in an accident. Now he was being moved to the children's hospital near us.
His relatives were staying with Jake and his family. But we were expected to help out, too, even though my mom hasn't really gotten along with Saddler's family since my parents' divorce.
I was informed of all this when I got home from school. I said "fine" and staggered up to my bed, hit the pillow facedown, and didn't move.
But as tired as I was, sleep wouldn't come. It was a helpless feeling. Being so exhausted and so unable to sleep.
My brain kept buzzing away, like I'd consumed six pots of coffee or something.
I kept wondering: Had I always been like this? Back before the Animorphs, back before that encounter with a dying alien who changed our lives, who had I been?
I tried to remember, but it wasn't like I was thinking about myself. It was like I was remembering some girl I used to know. Like she was an acquaintance I'd forgotten about until someone reminded me. It was like, "Oh, yeah, Rachel. I remember her."
I'd been very into gymnastics, I knew that. Shopping. I guess I'd never exactly been a happy-go-lucky party girl. But I tried to imagine myself back then, and tried to imagine grinding the tines of a fork into someone's ear while I threatened his family.
I almost laughed. It was crazy. I mean, I'm not someone raised in an abusive family or anything. Yeah, my folks got divorced, but probably a third of the kids in school have divorced parents, and another third wish their parents would divorce.
I'd never had to wonder if my parents loved me. I knew they did. They told me. And they showed me.
I wasn't on drugs or anything. But somehow, someway, I had gone from being this occasionally sharp-tongued girl, to being ... well, as Marco would say, Xena: Warrior Princess.
What made me feel stupid was that I hadn't realized I was changing. But everyone else obviously did. Jake did. When he knew it was coming down to kill-or-be-killed with David, he'd sent Ax to get me. Not Marco. Not Cassie. "Get Rachel."
And in the cafeteria he had let me go, knowing what I would do. Afterward, I'd seen Cassie in sixth period. She didn't ask me what had happened. She didn't ask me what I'd said to David. She'd known.
I could have said, "Look at all the battles I've been through." It would have been a good excuse.
Except that Cassie'd gone through the same battles. And Marco. And Tobias.
Would Tobias have done what I did? That was the killer question, see. Because Tobias lived life as a predator now. He'd have every excuse in the world. But I wondered if even he would have gone as far as I'd gone.
And, I wondered something else. What if David ignored my threat? Would I ... could I ...
"Rachel! Phone! What are you, deaf?"
I jerked upright. It was dark outside my window. "What?" I asked for no particular reason.
Jordan, my younger sister, stuck her head into the room. "It's Jake. He's on the phone."
I sat up. My head was buzzing. I rolled over and grabbed the phone. "Yeah?" I said, pushing my hair more or less into place.
"It's time," Jake said. "That little extra-credit project we've been working on. It's time for us to give it another shot."
"Oh. Yeah. I'll be right over. Soon as I, you know."
Man, I was stupid from lack of sleep. We still had a mission. We'd failed yesterday evening and had almost been trapped by Visser Three.
Yesterday? Had it really only been yesterday? It seemed impossible, with all that had gone on.
I splashed cold water on my face and ran a comb through my hair. Then I went downstairs to face my mom and try to think up a good excuse why I had to go over to Cassie's house.
"Rachel!" my mother said as she spotted me coming down the stairs. "Good. I need you to watch Sarah. I'm going over to the hospital to be with Saddler's mom and dad."
I was about halfway ready to say, "Fine. That sure beats trying yet again to bust into some heavily guarded compound and getting our brains beat in."
But that wouldn't do. "You want me to babysit for Sarah and Jordan?"
"No one baby-sits me!" Jordan said hotly.
"Oh, yeah?" I mocked. "You are either the baby-sitter or the baby-sittee. And you are a babysittee."
"Mom! No way! I can take care of Sarah!" Jordan protested.
"Come on, little babies," I added for good measure.
Well, you can guess where it went from there. Ten minutes later I was out the door. And ten minutes after that I was demorphing inside Cassie's barn.
Everyone else was already there. Ax, Tobias, Jake, Cassie, and Marco. At least, I assumed it was Marco and not David in morph.
"Marco," I said, once I had demorphed. "You know you're a toad?"
"Kiss me and I'll become a prince," he said without hesitation. "I'll be The Prince Formerly Known As Toad. You know you want me. You can't help it. After all, you're a female and I'm ... well, I'm me."
"Yeah, that's the real Marco," I said dryly.
Cassie laughed. "Believe me, we all did the same kind of thing. I asked him to tell me what it was like when we morphed trout. Just to test his memory."
"And I answered that it wasn't bad except that the cracker-crumb coating chafed a little and I was allergic to tartar sauce. Now can you all stop playing that game? I'm afraid I'll miss a punch line and Rachel will morph to grizzly and eat me before I have a chance to say anything."
"Okay, down to business," Jake said. He sent Ax a significant look and jerked his head toward me.
<Prince Jake would like me to tell you that we are operating under the assumption that David may be here in the barn,> Ax said in private thought-speak. <He is concerned that David may be here in insect morph, listening to our plans. So our plans will be different than we are discussing here.>
I gave a very slight nod. Of course. I'd forgotten. David was one of us, at least in terms of his powers. But Jake hadn't forgotten.
Jake outlined a plan that was basically the same as our previous attempt to infiltrate the banquet at the resort. There were differences, just so it would sound convincing. And we all raised various objections, just to sound even more convincing.
But it wasn't till we were morphed and flying away that Jake told me what he really had in mind.
<Oh, Rachel's gonna love this,> Marco said with a laugh.
He was right. The plan was outrageous, insane, out of control, and violent.
And heaven help me, I liked it.
[This is the word that was supposedly censored. Supposedly, it was bastard]
Yeah, it's a shame what Jeff Sampson did to all those people years later, but you can't expect the author to know the future
What kind of awful parents name their child Saddler?
What kind of awful parents name their child Saddler?
What kind of awful parents name their child Saddler?
i sort of feel like this book sort of affects Rachel's and Jake's relationship going forward, along with Rachel's realization that she's an impulsive and violent person and doesn''t want to be.
I just finished 26 which plays nicely on Jake's emerging martyr complex and is possibly the best Jake book. I'm about to reread 27 which I remember liking but I can't remember a Rachel book I like more than this one and book 7 off the top of my head.
Oh yeah, whether or not this book's events are being engineered by the Ellimist and (book 26 spoiler) Crayak...btw they definitely are even if it isn't explicit text,
26 and 27 are both great books but not particularly great Jake and Rachel books IMO, if that makes sense. They're the kind of books that would be great regardless of who was narrating and don't (as far as I recall) have particularly strong links to the narrator's arc.
It was a Marriott resort by the ocean. It had been taken over for a summit meeting by the President of the United States, the prime minister of Great Britain, the premier of France, the president of Russia, and the prime minister of Japan.
Was there security? Oh, yeah. There was security. There were more guys in dark suits and sunglasses with microphones in their ears than had ever come together in one place before. It was like an international Secret Service convention.
That was bad enough. But what was worse was the fact that some of those security guys were Controllers. Some of the U.S. Secret Service, for sure. Probably some of the French, British, Russian, and Japanese, too.
And we knew Visser Three was there, doing everything within his twisted, evil imagination to make Controllers of all these powerful men.
We also knew that at least one of the heads of state - we didn't know which one - was already a Controller.
So basically, this was a tough target. Even for us. There were just way too many guys looking to shoot anything suspicious.
It was also a mission we had to do. Period. Had to. If the Yeerks made Controllers of these guys, that was it. Game over.
We had tried a subtle approach. We'd walked into a trap.
Now Jake was ready for the less-than-subtle approach. This would be like when you're in a chess game and you know you're going to lose so you grab the board and throw it across the room.
That was the plan.
First stop, The Gardens. I was all set on morphs. But Tobias, Cassie, Ax, and Marco needed something new for their night's work.
We needed morphs that could make a big mess. And morphs that could take getting shot by handguns. We all needed what Jake and I already had.
Once that was done we flew straight out to sea as seagulls. It was a tough flight. The wind was getting stronger by the minute, racing in across impressive waves. And then the lightning started.
<Yaahh!> Marco yelled as the first jagged bolt lit up the clouds and the waves.
It was one bolt, a long pause, then another. Another pause, and suddenly it was as if a light show had begun. Bolts of lightning that looked as thick as trees pushed their jerking way across the sky.
Huge bolts struck the waves again and again all around us, even though we were only a few hundred yards from shore.
And the thunder! Imagine the loudest thunder you've ever heard, then multiply it by five. It was like my head was stuck inside a steel drum and someone was hitting it with sledge hammers.
Lightning, thunder, and then the rain began to pour.
<That's nice,> Marco said. <That's just perfect.>
<Jake, we're not going to make any more distance against this wind,> Tobias said. <Especially not with wet feathers.>
<Yeah, you're right,> Jake agreed. <We'll swim the rest of the way along the coast.>
<No problem. All we have to do is land in the water,> I said.
<Seagulls land in water all the time,> Cassie pointed out. <Although maybe not in the middle of a hurricane ...>
No doubt she was right. But seagull or not, let me tell you, it was a fairly terrifying experience.
Here's the thing. You're a small, white bird. Smaller than an average chicken. The ocean is black as coal, aside from the pale phosphoresence as some of the waves crest. You basically can't see the waves at all because the clouds are totally covering the moon and the stars. But every few seconds the entire seascape is lit up by lightning. Sometimes it's a dim sort of light cast by some far off bolt whose thunder takes ten seconds to reach you. Other times the lightning is closer, and then the waves are turned into brilliant silver slopes and black, triangular shadows, just long enough to let you realize how tall the waves are.
I floated down, following Jake, for once not rushing out ahead. I have a lot of respect for the ocean.
I almost had to fight to go lower, the wind was so strong. Thirty feet up ... twenty feet ...
Lightning!
Suddenly the water was no longer twenty feet below me. It was rushing straight up at me. It was like being in a plane and flying over a mountain, only suddenly the mountain swells up like a zit about to pop and up it comes while all you can do is wait for it.
PLOOSH!
Water foamed over me. But I bobbed easily to the surface, like a cork. I almost laughed. It was easy! I was too buoyant to sink. As I tucked my wings back, it felt just like bodysurfing.
We landed yards apart, of course. There was no way to be more precise. I caught lightning glimpses of the others, tiny white birds riding big black waves.
<Everyone down okay?> Jake called out.
One by one, we answered.
<Okay, now the tough part.>
He didn't have to explain. We all knew. We were going to morph to dolphin. Once we were dolphin, everything would be fine. Dolphins own the ocean.
But to get to dolphin, we'd have to become human again. And maybe a seagull or a dolphin belonged out in these two-story waves, but no human being did.[/quote[
And so everybody drowned. Good series everyone!
Chapter 12
[quote]<This is going to be rough,> Jake said. <Everyone be very careful.>
<Jake, why don't we do this one at a time?> Cassie suggested. <I'll go first. Then I can help the others.>
<Okay,> Jake said. <Cassie morphs first. She's fastest.>
It made sense. Cassie was the best at morphing. Jake was using her for her special talent. Like he used Marco for his suspicious mind. Like he used Ax for his knowledge of all things alien. Like he used Tobias for his raptor eyes and ears.
Like he used me. For what? For my recklessness? For something dark that lived inside me?
Cassie's thought-speak voice fell silent as she began to morph. I saw her only once in a one second burst of electric light. She was a twisting, misshapen mess of waterlogged feathers and skin with an eerie, Halloween face.
I heard her yelp in surprise and when next the lightning flashed, all I could see was a human hand raised above the water.
<Cassie!> I cried. <Cassie!>
No answer! She was drowning. Stupid to let her go first. She was a great morpher, but I was a better swimmer. I began to demorph as fast as I could.
<Jake, she's drowning!> I yelled.
<Don't do anything stupid, Rachel. She'll pull it out.>
I thought bull, but I kept quiet and continued growing, heavier and heavier, less and less buoyant.
Soon I was a fifty-pound mass with a handful of feathers. I began to sink. I sucked at the air and filled my lungs, just as a wave crashed down and buried me.
I expected to bob right back up. But the wave had driven me down. And I had no hands to swim with! My feet were huge bird claws, only now beginning to web up.
Panic!
No, no! I ordered myself, enraged by my momentary terror. Keep morphing! It's the only way. But my lungs were burning already. I'd gone from tiny seagull lungs to human lungs and there wasn't an ounce of air in my body.
I craned my head back to look up. But was it up? I couldn't be sure. It was dark all around me.
Dark, as if I'd fallen into a vat of ink. Where was up?
I was swimming now, kicking with human feet and snatching at the water with human hands. But I couldn't feel gravity. I couldn't tell if I was rising or simply plowing myself further and further down. And then something bumped against me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel rubbery skin.
<Relax, Rachel,> Cassie said. <You're going the wrong way.>
She pushed her dolphin nose under me and propelled me up and up - had I sunk that far? - till my face exploded upward, passing from black water into falling rain.
I swallowed air, swallowed water, slipped back under when a wave took me, then was lifted once more into the air.
I realized I was straddling the dolphin's back. I sagged forward and hugged Cassie's back.
"Thanks," I managed to gasp.
<Take a minute. When you're ready I'll keep you above water till you're dolphin enough.>
Ten minutes later we all had morphed to dolphin. Cassie supported me, then she and I supported Jake. The rest morphed quickly after that. Tobias went last. He had to pass through red-tailed phase, so we all worked to keep him above water.
<Great weather for this,> Marco grumbled. <What is this, a hurricane? It's not bad enough being a half-bird, half-human trying to swim. We gotta do it in the middle of a typhoon?>
<Water,> Tobias said darkly. <See, this is what happens. Water is always trouble. Up in the sky you can at least see what's going on.>
<And yet all the worry I felt seems to have evaporated,> Ax said. <I feel ... quite relaxed. Happy, even.>
<Dolphin brain,> Marco said.
It was true, of course. It's very hard to stay upset when you're in dolphin morph. A dolphin in the ocean is like a kid in a candy store. Like Cassie at a nature preserve. Or like me at a department store sale.
<Well, we're all alive, so let's get going. We're already probably late,> Jake said.
<Approximately ten minutes behind the schedule we discussed,> Ax said.
<Let's motor,> I said.
We took off, a happy, contented pod of dolphins, slipping in and out of the water. We plowed through the almost vertical walls of advancing waves, suddenly going airborne out the back sides.
Storm? What storm? Waves? Waves were fun! Darkness? Who cared? We could echolocate. Wind? It was cool. It could make you soar further when you jumped. Thunder? Just a noise.
As for lightning ... well, if you swim underwater and you roll onto your side so you can point one eye straight up, the lightning becomes this huge flashbulb. The entire surface of the water flashes brilliant silver, but it's a twisted, mottled silver, like a platter someone has battered with a hammer.
One eye up to the lightning, one eye down into darkness. It didn't bother the dolphin brain. The dolphin brain didn't really have the emotion of fear. Maybe other creatures knew fear, but the dolphin brain was not programmed for it.
Unless, of course, I suddenly saw a black-and-white pinto pony pattern. That would mean a killer whale. And then the dolphin instinct for survival would kick in.
But towering waves? Lightning? Howling wind? Black water? They meant nothing to me.
We ran along the coast till a leap in the air revealed the far-too-familiar lights of the Marriott resort. And now my human mind came back full force, with all its own fears and rages.
See, we weren't done morphing in the water. And this time it would be in the surf.
Animorphs Book 22-The Solution, Chapter 11
Had Ax acquired a dolphin earlier? He had the shark morph, but I didn't think he had the dolphin.
So killer whales and sharks are really the only animals that prey on dolphins. In fact, that's sort of how killer whales got their name. The original Spanish name for them was "Asesina-ballenas", which basically means "whale killers" or "kills whales", because orca pods will sometimes go after small whales. When this got translated into English, it got mixed up as "kiler whales".
It was true, of course. It's very hard to stay upset when you're in dolphin morph. A dolphin in the ocean is like a kid in a candy store. Like Cassie at a nature preserve. Or like me at a department store sale.
We echolocated a submarine about a mile offshore. Dangerously close, I thought. And of course we were very aware of a number of fast Coast Guard patrol boats cruising up and down through the surging sea.
They played searchlights over the water. But naturally, it was child's play for a dolphin to avoid them.
They disappeared at last behind a small, rugged island about a mile offshore. It was nothing but a jumble of rocks, really. Plus a couple of scruffy trees. I popped up out of the water to get a better look. I didn't know why, then, but something about that desolate place made me edgy. Or at least as edgy as you can get while you're a dolphin.
We swam toward shore, the six of us abreast. I could echolocate the rising slope of the seabed. It was only a few feet deep and even the dolphin brain was nervous as we felt the waves crashing down and almost slamming us into sand and gravel and broken shells.
<Are we close enough?> Marco wondered.
<We need to get as close as we can,> Cassie said. <A little more.>
Soon my gray rubber belly was scraping the sand and my tail was almost useless.
<Okay, now,> Cassie said. <Our morphs should be able to power up out of this depth.>
I began to demorph. I wasn't looking forward to it. This was practically Hawaii-sized surf. The waves gained power as they came rushing up the sloping seabed. All that water just kept piling higher and higher till it was a rushing, teetering, two-story wall of water.
I tried to time it, but there was no way. A wave caught me mid-morph and slammed me facedown into the sand. Worst of all, we could not allow ourselves to be washed up onto the beach. The beach was crawling with security patrols. Guys in night-vision goggles who saw everything as though it
were illuminated by a green sun.
We could not be seen till we were ready. For that reason the surf was perfect. For every other reason, it was definitely not.
I made it to human morph and was nailed by a wave of exhaustion almost as devastating as the real waves. Morphing wears you out. Morphing repeatedly on no sleep is beyond exhausting. I swear I could have just lain down in the water and fallen asleep. But then I was propelled almost headfirst into the wet seabed.
I fought my way back up and grimly set about morphing yet again.
Now things began to change for the better. I was morphing an African elephant. Tons of African elephant. As I passed my first ton, I found the surf didn't bother me quite as much.
I backed further out to sea to conceal my growing bulk and keep the very recognizable elephant head silhouette from being seen onshore.
I looked left from one eye and right from the other. I saw the rest of my friends growing vast and bulky in the surf.
Jake was in his rhinoceros morph. Marco had chosen to acquire that same animal. Cassie, Tobias, Ax, and I were a matched set of elephants.
The elephant and rhino morphs had several things in common. They were faster than they looked. It took more than a handgun to knock them down. And people who saw them coming had a tendency to want to run away.
We were, I don't know, maybe fifteen tons of bone and horn and tusk and muscle.
<Ready?> Jake asked.
<Ready,> Marco answered.
<This animal's nose moves quite delicately,> Ax said.
I could see fairly well with the elephant's eyes, unlike Jake and Marco, who were half-blind. I could see the softly lit bungalows just off the beach. I could see the taller, brightly lit hotel building beyond.
Our goal was the bungalows. They housed the world leaders. Our plan was painfully simple. If we couldn't stop the Yeerks by subtle means, we'd just tear the place apart. Then, most likely, the big banquet where Visser Three hoped to strike would be canceled.
Like I said, not a brilliant plan. But you know what? As tired, mad, scared, annoyed, worried, and filled with self-doubt as I was at that moment, the sweet simplicity of it all seemed like pure genius to me.
<Hey, Marco, who's that comic book character who's always yelling, "It's butt-kicking time"?> I asked.
<That's the Thing. And what he says is, "It's clobberin' time.">
<Yeah? Well, whatever. Let's go do some serious stomping!>
You almost had to feel sorry for the Secret Service and all the other security guys on the beach, huddling in the rain beneath their ponchos while they gazed through night-vision goggles. One minute it's nothing but waves and lightning. The next minute it looks like a small pod of whales has decided to get up out of the ocean and go hang out on the beach.
I mean, their training must have prepared them for almost anything. But not, definitely not for the possibility that two rhinos and four African elephants would come trumpeting and snorting out of a one-hundred-year-storm surf.
"Hhhrrrreeeyyaaahhhh!" I announced myself.
I heard a human voice say, "What the -?"
I broke into a charging run. I had to deal with a little bit of a slope, but I had plenty of power and legs the size of tree trunks.
I raised my trunk high and bellowed again.
"Hhhrrrreeee-uh!"
I was running full tilt. So were the others. Suddenly, the lightning flashed and I could see half a dozen utterly baffled men and women in drenched rain slickers, staring at us with six identical open mouths.
Only one reacted like he had a clue. He drew his gun and started firing. Right at me.
BLAM! BLAM!
You'd think a trained marksman could hit an elephant. But I guess it isn't all that easy in a pitchblack night with rain in your face.
Chances were the guy who was firing at me was a Controller. A normal human's first thought would not be to shoot an elephant on the beach.
I went at the man, full speed.
BLAM! BLAM!
The muzzle flash was like tiny echoes of the lightning. This time I felt a bullet hit me in the shoulder. It didn't hurt, exactly. I was just sort of aware of it.
He didn't get a chance to fire again. I lowered my head, bringing my hugely long tusks into line with the gunman, and he turned and ran.
<Remember, we have to assume these are all innocent humans,> Jake said.
His thought-speak voice came to me just as I was considering whether I should run the guy through with my tusks or trample him. Of course, Jake was right. These were innocent bystanders.
Mostly.
We were here to wreak havoc and scare the heck out of everyone, but not to hurt anyone on purpose.
Now other guards had decided they'd better shoot at us, too. All down the beach came the sound of gunfire, along with shouts and cries that were instantly snatched away by the howling wind.
<Everyone ready?> Jake called. <Charge!>
Marco laughed. <Charge? I bet he's always wanted to say that.>
We charged. Like some mondo freak-o version of Gettysburg, we raced up the beach toward the two closest bungalows.
Fifty yards!
Twenty yards!
I was eating up the beach, my big round feet plowing deep with each step.
A line of bushes. I barely registered thorny scrapes on my gray leather hide.
I was huge! I was a tank! I was running at full speed, my sail-like ears flapping in the wind, my powerful trunk trumpeting madly, my tusks thrusting, searching for something to impale.
I was pure power, pure momentum, pure out-of-control animal energy.
I tore through a decorative trellis and stomped it to toothpicks. Then, a wall! I ran, slewed my head to the side, and slammed that wall with my right shoulder.
WHUMPF!
Crunch!
I backed up a step and swung my weight forward again.
WHUMPF!
Crrrrrunch!
<One more time!> I cried, laughing idiotically in my head. I backed up and this time there was no "whumpf!" just a tearing, breaking, twisting sound. All of a sudden, bright light shone out on me from the big hole I'd made in the wall.
Then I saw Marco in his new rhinoceros morph plow into and through the door. "Into and through" being all one motion.
The security guys were getting serious. Elephants and rhinos running around - well, that was almost funny. Elephants and rhinos beating in doors and knocking down walls - that was a whole different matter.
I shoved at the hole I'd made and found myself blinking in the bright light. Blinking and staring at Marco, and at the man sitting in an easy chair wearing a tuxedo shirt, a tie, black socks, and glossy black shoes. His tux coat and pants were draped over a chair. He had a somewhat familiar face. The
leader of a great power.
He was sitting in his Jockey shorts and calmly pouring a glass from a bottle of clear liquor. Then he glared belligerently at me and Marco.
Now, I'm not going to say who this man was, or what nation he headed, but he was drunk. Drunk, but no coward. He just sat there in his underwear, glaring at us, defying us.
<What do we do?> Marco asked me.
<I guess we go tear up someone else's bungalow,> I suggested. Suddenly about twelve security guys came bursting into the room, guns drawn. And not just handguns, either. These guys had automatic weapons on us.
But the man in the chair said something loud and curt in a foreign language. No one fired. The man in the chair made a sort of "after you" sweep with one hand, indicating that maybe Marco and I should leave.
So we did. We went out through another wall and dragged half the roof down with us, but we left.
Behind us I heard a loud roar of delighted laughter. Like we'd really made the old guy's day.
I guess if you think about it, hanging out with a bunch of politicians talking about peace must be kind of dull. After a couple days of that, maybe you kind of welcome massive, enraged animals barging through your living room.
I'm going to choose to believe that he actually is the Controller, but after however many days of hearing Visser Three yell about the Andalite bandits he was absolutely ready to get wasted in his bungalow and wave them on through when they burst in.
We headed back out into the rain, which was now coming down so hard we might as well have been back in the ocean.
It was chaos!
Spotlights were shining down from the top of the hotel, sweeping madly here and there. There was the pop!pop!pop! of gunfire. There were men in dark suits racing back and forth, guns drawn.
There were guys in tuxedos and women in formal gowns running and tripping and yelling. I heard helicopters chopping the air overhead.
And through it all galumphed elephants and rhinoceroses, banging into anything we could bang into.
The thunder was rattling windows. The rain was turning everything to mud. And every few seconds, the lightning would flash and I'd see the entire madhouse scene frozen by the strobe light.
It would have been funny. If people weren't shooting at us.
I targeted the next undamaged bungalow and called to Marco. <Hey! Knock that door down. I'll come right after you.>
<What door? I can't see that far.>
<Veer left,> I instructed. <Okay, go go go! Left!>
WHAM!
<That was no door!>
<I told you left,> I said. <Never mind, I'll finish it.>
I slammed the hole in the wall that Marco had started. This time it went down easier. Two hits and the wall collapsed inward.
BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!
Four bullets hit me in the head. I felt them as hammer blows.
I backed away from a phalanx of disciplined, determined-looking men. There were three of them. Behind them, looking mystified, was the most powerful man on Earth.
I swear I had to fight down this ridiculous urge to say, "It's an honor to meet you, sir!"
But blood was flowing down my face and I was feeling dizzy. The bullets had done some damage.
I backed up, dragging bits of plaster and pieces of splintered wood with me. I backed up into a soldier sliding down a rope that seemed to drop out of the sky. I could hear the helicopter directly overhead. More ropes coiled down and more black-uniformed men slid down.
These guys were armed to the teeth. It was time to leave.
<Jake!> I yelled into the darkness. <Jake! The reinforcements are coming in!>
<Time to bail!> Jake yelled to everyone. <Everyone back to the beach!>
Brahahahahahahahahat!
Automatic weapons were firing. I felt my left rear leg catch fire. At least that's what it felt like.
I staggered back and the injured leg almost collapsed. I was hit, and badly.
<Come on, Marco, let's get out of here!>
<But I didn't even get to see the President,> he complained.
<Marco, this really isn't the time.>
We turned and crashed back through the trellises and shrubbery and out onto the windswept, soggy beach.
A human staggered in front of me. He was mud-smeared and ankle-deep in wet sand. And he was furious. Tony, the White House protocol chief. Except that we knew Tony had been acquired by Visser Three as a morph.
And judging by the screamingly enraged look on "Tony's" face, this was Visser Three.
For a frozen instant, we locked eyes. He knew what I was. I knew what he was.
<I guess we can assume the banquet has been canceled, Visser,> I said. <Now, let's see how fast you can run!>
I went for him, but I stumbled. I was in worse shape than I'd realized. He scampered back, realizing I couldn't catch him. He bounced up and down with rage, shouting, "I won't kill you when I catch you, Andalite! I will make you beg for death!"
No time to sit and exchange pleasant conversation. Besides, we weren't even supposed to talk to Yeerks. We didn't want them realizing we weren't Andalites.
Down the sand I saw the others, some staggering, some seemingly unhurt. I left Visser Three ranting and raving and took off on three good legs. We ran for the water's edge, bullets whizzing after us, and plowed into the surf.
I began demorphing instantly, even as I continued to motor out against the waves. Demorphing would save my life. The bullets should drop harmlessly away, but even if they didn't, all the damage they'd done would be repaired.
I was giddy. I was going to survive! I was laughing, laughing at the sheer, insane rush of it all. No weariness now, just mad, frantic glee at having escaped alive.
<How will they ever, ever explain that?> Tobias wondered.
<I don't know,> I said, <but that's one summit meeting no one will forget.>
I was demorphing to human as fast as I could. As dangerous as it was, the weather probably saved us at this point. The Coast Guard boat had come in closer, but there was no way it could get right in to shore, not with those waves.
I demorphed to human and could feel the injuries fading away, the bullet lead dropping harmlessly to the bottom of the sea.
Once again, I was half-drowned by the time I'd made it safely back to dolphin morph. But I almost didn't care. The after-action depression was starting to set in. The special brand of weariness that comes when all the adrenaline has begun to wear off.
The dolphin mind rescued me. It was as irresistibly happy as always. The DNA of its instincts was reconstituted, fresh with the morphing.
I kicked my gray tail and felt my rubber skin slide easily, confidently through the water. I dove beneath the huffing, chugging Coast Guard cutter and headed out to sea.
And that's when it happened. I fired an echolocation burst, a series of fast, ultrahigh frequency sound waves. The sound waves traveled through the water and bounced back from anything they hit. It was like sonar. Underwater radar.
Then I saw in my mind the outline, the shape. The shape that was imprinted in the deepest DNA archives of the dolphin brain.
It was long. Maybe twenty feet. It was vast, perhaps ten thousand pounds. From its back a long, almost straight dorsal fin rose. The echolocation did not show color. But I knew that when it got closer I would see a black-and-white pattern.
<Killer whale!> I yelled.
It was coming toward us. Its speed was incredible! Something that big shouldn't be able to move so fast.
It was coming for us, and we were helpless. It was faster, more powerful, far, far more deadly.
We were more agile, but I knew one thing for sure: It was killer whales who ate dolphins, not the other way around.
<I have it on echolocation,> Cassie agreed tensely.
<What is this creature?> Ax asked.
<It's actually a species of dolphin,> Cassie said. <A close relative of this species we've morphed.>
<Yeah, close relative,> I muttered. <Like Chihuahuas and Dobermans are close relatives.>
<There's just one,> Cassie said. <Strange.>
<Why? What's strange?> Tobias asked.
<Just that orcas usually hunt as a pack,> Cassie said.
<Yeah, well this one is hunting us all by himself,> Tobias said. <Big as he is, he won't need any help!> <What do we do?> Marco asked.
<He's just a killer whale,> Jake said. <We have human intelligence as well. We can't outfight or outrun him. We'll have to outthink him.>
<Head for the Coast Guard boat!> Tobias suggested. <We'll get beneath it and stay with it. The sound of the screws will keep him away.>
<Good idea,> Jake said. We turned sharply and raced for the boat. It wasn't going to be easy. We needed to get beneath a boat that wasn't all that big while it was rising and falling on the waves.
Besides, we were air breathers. We had to surface to get air, and couldn't hide there forever.
But it seemed to make sense. And would probably have worked. Except for one terrible fact.
<Ha-ha-ha, you think the propeller sounds will scare me off?> the killer whale said. <Nice try.>
This is maybe a few too coincidences too many. David could reasonably assume they're going to try and finish the mission, but he'd also have to know they're coming by water in a dolphin morph (cause if they were all sharks he'd be boned), acquire a killer whale, and also figure out their exact approach vector. The ocean's a big place.