Oct 4, 2021 02:21
Rachel posted:
Protect George Washington.
Right. No problem. I was an owl.
Might be the strongest opening to a chapter yet.
Protect George Washington.
Right. No problem. I was an owl.
Oh. Uh... musket shots were lower velocity and larger than modern bullets, right? And we've established that powder is getting wet and it might not be a full strength firing. Surviving with a heavy concussion and a destroyed face is easier when you can morph-heal. Maybe?
Oh. Uh... musket shots were lower velocity and larger than modern bullets, right? And we've established that powder is getting wet and it might not be a full strength firing. Surviving with a heavy concussion and a destroyed face is easier when you can morph-heal. Maybe?
Oh no!
*checks pile the rest of the series ; there's a lot left, and Jake's face is on the cover of some*
Anyway.
Jack is an asshole
Oh no!
*checks pile the rest of the series ; there's a lot left, and Jake's face is on the cover of some*
Anyway.
<Nooooo!>
Jake fell straight back without a twitch or a movement. Simply collapsed. A puppet whose strings had been cut.
Marco lunged across the boat to grab him.
I saw the hole. It was centered in Jake's forehead.
The back of his head was gone. There was no possible question. He was dead.
In a flash, I understood.
It wasn't the advance elements of the colonial army that Ax had seen on the far shore. It was the Hessians, moving in to ambush.
Visser Four had enlisted allies in this assassination.
Another huge crash as the Hessians fired another volley.
More men died. Half the men in Jake and Marco's boat were dead or injured. I could see the Hessians. Neat, orderly rows of green-coated soldiers.
Hessians. German mercenaries working for, fighting for, the British. This was not even their war.
Men were trying to turn Marco and Jake's boat. Trying to head it back, away from the guns.
A volley. And now, deeper, booming explosions, as a cannon added its voice.
BOOOM!
A boat blew apart.
It was slaughter.
Another boat capsized, spilling men into the water.
Boats slammed into each other.
The dead bodies went over the side to slip beneath the black water.
Men were trying to shove Jake over. Lightening the boat. Marco fought them, but they knocked him back.
<Cassie!> I cried.
<What?> She was alarmed, she'd heard the guns. But she didn't know.
<Cassie ... Jake ... his body! You have to get it. You can't let it ...>
<Oh, my God!> she wailed.
I saw her surface. She was downstream. She fought her way back up. She would find Jake. She would. But there would be so many bodies for her to look through.
I saw him go under, sinking. An ice floe glided over him.
I saw Marco. Yelling. Crying.
Saw Washington's arm get hit by a bullet.
I didn't see Visser Four. But I knew he was there. This wasn't the way it had happened.
Washington's men had surprised the Hessians. The battle had been won by the Americans.
Someone had warned the Hessians. Someone had told them where to wait.
My head was swirling. All so impossible. Jake. Impossible!
<Save Washington!> I said.
<What do we do?> Tobias asked.
Do? I didn't know! <Attack!> I blurted. <The Hessians! Attack them!>
<Rachel,> Ax said, <these Hessian humans are only doing what ->
But my doubt was gone. Attack. Yes.
<They killed Jake,> I snapped. <And they're trying to get Washington. They could kill Marco.
They die! Do you hear me, Andalite? They killed your prince. Do your duty.>
Tobias was in his own hawk body. I was in my own Andalite form. Cassie was in the water. Rachel in the air. Marco was in a boat, under fire. And Jake, my prince, was dead.
Only I was in a position to attack the firing troops. Only I could avenge Jake's killing.
I ran through the woods over muddy ground, slick from falling ice. The trees were dark. Thorns and brambles ripped at me.
Crayak had taken his payment. But that did not mean the dying would end.
Was Rachel right? Should I attack these humans?
My form alone would breed panic among them. But they were professional soldiers. Some would break and run. Others would not. I could use my tail to knock some unconscious.
But they would rally. Their officers would direct fire at me. Unless I could remove their officers quickly enough ...
I would have to kill. Kill men who should have lived. Not only take lives, but wreak havoc throughout human history.
But wasn't that already happening?
This battle should never have taken place. Men were dying who should have lived.
What should I do?
Ka-PopPopPopPopPopPop!
Another volley. The left of the Hessian line was only seconds away.
Marco might have died in that last volley. Or, if he lived still, he might die in the next.
I raced for the nearest soldier. He didn't see me. I whipped my tail forward.
FWAPP!
The flat of my blade hit the side of the soldier's head. The soldier fell.
FWAPP!
Another dropped, unconscious.
A third turned, saw me, froze, unable to pull the trigger of his primitive firearm. I knocked the gun from his hand.
But now an officer was yelling, and more soldiers were turning, turning toward me, leveling their guns, fingers on triggers ...
I ran. Pushed off with my hind legs.
Ka-POP!
I leaped.
I sailed over the heads of the Hessians as their explosive fire ripped the air below me. I landed hard, tripped, staggered, caught myself and veered toward the officer.
He drew his sword. He was brave. But no human is fast enough to evade an Andalite tail. His sword would not stop me. My blade would remove his head from his shoulders.
No choice. The killing had to stop. Marco ... the human called Washington ... no choice. My stalk eyes looked down the dark, wet slope toward the river. Most of the Hessians were still firing.
Men in the boats were screaming.
I drew back my tail.
FWAPP!
Is it just me or are these weird megamorph ones hard to get into? They get so kind of out there and wild it's hard for me to feel, invested?
I feel like Rachel taking charge is a mistake? Especially a Rachel grieving over her cousin.
No choice. The killing had to stop. Marco ... the human called Washington ... no choice. My stalk eyes looked down the dark, wet slope toward the river. Most of the Hessians were still firing.
Men in the boats were screaming.
I drew back my tail.
FWAPP!
Bodies sank.
Bodies floated.
Bodies rushed by, caught up in the current. Staring eyes goggled, dead.
Blood. Everywhere.
<Jake!> I cried his name. Maybe, somehow. Somehow he could hear. Somehow Marco was wrong.
I surfaced to suck in air, surfaced to escape the horror below the boats. But the surface was worse still.
Bullets, fired in horrifying volleys, continued to chip boats and bones. Men cried out. Men fell into the water.
It was slaughter. I couldn't see Marco. Or Washington. Were they alive?
<Jake!>
I echolocated, firing clicks that bounced off hulls and ice floes and arms and legs.
<Jake!>
I bumped into a body. It turned.
<Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Jake. Jake! Jake!>
I got beneath him and started to push his body along toward the riverbank.
<Come on, Jake, come on with me. I'll get you out of here. Oh, God! Oh, God!>
Bullets ripped through the water. I swam on, oblivious, through the freezing water. I could sense the riverbank before me. Just a few feet away. Just ... Gone!
Jake's weight was no longer on my back. The riverbank was gone. Boats ... gone.
Sunlight shone down through the water. It was daylight!
<Jake! Jake!>
I echolocated. No, there was no body, nothing but a school of fish.
No! Time jump!
I surfaced.
The sun was out from behind clouds. A gentle breeze blew. And, moving on that breeze, sailing ships. Dozens! Maybe more.
They filled my horizon in every direction, towering, tall, three-masted wooden ships, with vast white sails billowing, flags flying.
Jake was not here. Not now.
I felt sick. Jake. Dead. But not here, and not now.
Visser Four had escaped again. And we, like a tail on a kite, had followed, helpless.
<Jake!> I cried.
No. He wouldn't answer. He would never answer again.
And now, another battle was preparing. Another place where Visser Four could twist human history. Maybe the human race deserved it.
My mind was nothing but pain now. Nothing but guilt.
Marco and I were going to save him from Crayak. We were going to keep him alive. But in a flash, in a battle that should never have happened, in a war I hadn't even paid attention to in school, he'd died.
I couldn't feel this pain. Couldn't. It was a hole inside me. It was a twisting knife.
But beneath my own wailing, lost human mind, was another. The dolphin ... yes, the dolphin knew only that the sea was full of fish, and that was good.
Flying after Ax, heart hammering, wings whipping up and back, up and back. Racing, zooming wildly, recklessly through tree branches I could barely see. My mind gone, gone at the realization that it had happened.
Jake. It couldn't be. It didn't fit in my brain. It was impossible!
I spotted Ax. He was ripping into a row of Hessians. Down went one. Another.
He leaped! Straight over them, landed, and headed for the officer.
He was going to kill the man. Rachel had told him to.
No, it was wrong! This Hessian officer wasn't responsible. Crayak. That's who had killed Jake.
That's who'd set up this hopeless fool's errand.
<Get us out of here!> I yelled. <Crayak, Ellimist, whoever, get us out of here! We quit!>
No answer.
Ax headed for the Hessian officer. The man had a sword in his hand. I could yell to Ax to stop.
I could ...
<Aaahhhh!>
A wall of white rushed toward me, billowing, huge, filling the sky!
I banked hard.
No, it didn't fill the whole sky. I could see sky. It took a few seconds for me to understand.
A sail!
A large, square sail, and below it, another. Above it another as well. The wind blew them toward me. They killed the breeze for me, blocking it. I had to flap hard to stay ahead.
I banked away, outside the path of the sail and caught the breeze.
Time jump. Visser Four had moved again. He'd done the damage he could do.
Below me was the tapered oval of a wooden ship. Three masts, each taller than a tall tree.
Ropes, some of them as thick as someone's leg, stretched everywhere, from mast to mast, from mast to deck.
Men in uniforms with gold braid and boots stood over other men in off-white dungarees, bare chests, and bare feet.
I looked around. There were ships in all directions, seemingly forming two rough lines. Two lines stretched across miles of calm seas. The two lines were moving with unhurried, stately grace to an intersection.
Every ship bristled with cannon.
<Marco? Rachel? Ax? Cassie?>
No answer. They could be miles and years away. I saw a lone dolphin keeping pace with the big ship below me.
<Is that anyone? Marco? Is that you? Cassie?>
I was talking to a dolphin. I was alone.
I circled down to the ship. I kept pace with it, me and a bunch of seagulls.
The ship was very ornate. The stern was slightly bowed, with gilt-edged windows opening on a room with a table. I flapped to move closer in. I approached till I could see most, if not all of the cabin. Then, with a few quick flaps I was inside, suddenly in still air. I landed on a table covered with charts and maps and papers. My talons tore fragile paper.
There was a quill pen. An inkwell. Leather-bound books. In English. I could read the words on the chart. And I could make sense of the map showing the position of the ship.
We were in the Atlantic Ocean. Close to Spain. There was a point of land. It was labeled Trafalgar.
I dropped down beneath the table and began to morph. If I was going to find Visser Four I needed to be able to move around the ship.
And I was going to find Visser Four. Crayak might be the great evil, but it was this one Yeerk who had killed Jake.
And I was going to find him and see how well he could swim.
Also, they're at Trafalgar. Three guesses how Visser Four wants to change history.
Plant that tender kiss on a dying Nelson's dying forehead himself
Plant that tender kiss on a dying Nelson's dying forehead himself
I thought the same thing. How terrible.
Awfully Anglophilic of Applegate to suggest that a Bonaparte-led Europe will lead to a worse world than a British-led one.
I remember reading that, before Hitler, Napoleon was the go to, all purpose big bad, which absolutely blew my non-anglophone mind.
I mean, he declared himself emperor and tried to conquer Europe. Thats kind of a villain thing to do.
Awfully Anglophilic of Applegate to suggest that a Bonaparte-led Europe will lead to a worse world than a British-led one.
Awfully Anglophilic of Applegate to suggest that a Bonaparte-led Europe will lead to a worse world than a British-led one.
Awfully Anglophilic of Applegate to suggest that a Bonaparte-led Europe will lead to a worse world than a British-led one.
I mean, he declared himself emperor and tried to conquer Europe. Thats kind of a villain thing to do.
Plot twist: Visser Four dives in front of the bullet and saves Nelson's life.
I can't remember what happens in this scene, but I still can't imagine what V4 aims to do here. Nelson dying didn't even change the outcome; the British still won! And this battle was hardly the last nail in Napoleon's coffin, anyway; France remained a naval threat to Britain until Napoleon was defeated on land.