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Post by shandragontear on Oct 20, 2008 16:34:35 GMT -8
(Just a note, this takes place before any of the threads where Traycor is already on Earth.)
Leona stood calmly on the still paniced bridge of the Dome ship Derrishoul. The message from Earth to the Andalite home world had come nearly five hours ago, Esplin 9466 was missing, and now orders were coming down to all ships with in the Andalite fleet to stand by for commands from their home world. Leona already knew what they would say, Derrishoul was the most likely candidate to be sent to Earth, not only were they closes to that area of space, but the simple fact that she was on it made them the ideal choice.
So it was not surprising when the order came down for Leona to assemble a squad as the ship's captain prepared to depart for Earth. She did find the news a bit annoying, she'd just recently lost the trail of 'The One' and leaving to chase after a missing Yeerk might result in her never catching up to the creature who took him from her. How dangerous could the former Visser Three, and later Visser One, be after so many years? And with no subordinates to reinforce him, even if he did manage to attain a host some how she didn't see how he could begin a second invasion with no support. She gave a heavy sigh as her arms folded over her chest, her main eyes turning to look at the ship's captain for a moment. He was one of the few Andalites in the fleet who treated her as one of their own, despite the fact that she was really human.
<Once there's a transmitter opened up I'd like to contact someone on the home world.> She spoke privately toward the old Andalite, not caring to converse with anyone else at the moment. It was clear she was annoyed at this change of orders, she'd been hunting 'The One' ever sense it'd taken Aximili, and the idea of loosing him now did not sit well with her. But this was the path she'd chosen, even if she wasn't a true Andalite she was still a part of their ranks and subject to the orders of her superiors. <I've picked out an Aristh from the list of applicants I reviewed the other day, if possible I'd like him to be brought on board before we head toward Earth.> She knew it might delay them slightly, waiting for a transport ship to catch up to them, but the ships captain agreed privately to her just the same. <Thank you.> She responded softly.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 20, 2008 16:59:24 GMT -8
Traycor stood in the middle of the scoop. His whole body was tense. His tail was arched high. His main-eyes were glued to his opponant. His stalk-eyes kept watch for any others who might attack. Like lightning his fingers flew across the keyboard. Attack! Counter! Block! Jump! Attack! Constantly these words flashed in his mind as he typed, his many-fingered hands running across the controls like a pro. Victory was so close "he could almost taste it", to borrow an old human phrase.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 20, 2008 17:19:25 GMT -8
Once one of the Z-space transmitters finally opened up Leona stepped over to the console. She pressed no buttons but simply linked up to the ship's computer with her thought speak, telling it the address she wanted to reach.
It took only an instant before Noorlin, Aximili's father, answered his face appearing on the screen. It wasn't unusually for her to contact him or Forlay. They'd kept her up dated on Traycor's life through out the years, allowing her to watch her son grow from a far. <I need to speak with Traycor.> Leona said simply, a startled look crossing Noorlin's face.<Are you sure that's wise?> The retired warrior responded privately so the young Andalite at the other end of the scoop would not hear. <I'm calling in regards to the application he scent in to be taken as an Aristh under the command of a Prince.> She explained not bothering to make her thoughts private. It was a perfectly normal thing, a Prince, or Princess in this case, taking on an Aristh. However it was a bit unusual that she was calling personally, but just the same it was not something might that lead Traycor to suspect the truth.<I see.> Noorlin responded simply before turning toward Traycor. <Traycor-kala....there's a communication for you.> He said simply. (Read some where that Noorlin called Ax Aximili-kala as a sort of nickname, so I just assume he'd use the same nickname for his grandson. >.>
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 20, 2008 19:15:57 GMT -8
((I like the nick-name. XD)) <Huh?> Traycor pulled his head away from the computer screen, frowning. Who would be calling him? He swung his stalk-eye back just in time to watch his character die a horrible, and seemingly painful death. Swearing privately to himself, he made his way over to the communications. <Yeah?> he asked before glancing at the area of the caller. His eyes widened, and he straitened a bit. <I appologize. I did not expect to receive a communication from...I mean, that is...What can I do for you this fine afternoon?> Yes, because that's exactly how you greet someone from the Andalite Military..., he scolded himself. He realized, with a bit of embarrassment, that a bit of the sticky juice from the poarli plant was stuck to his fur. He tried to cover it with his hand discreetly. He only suceeded in looking rather silly.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 20, 2008 19:43:04 GMT -8
For a brief second the seasoned Andalite Princess, first female to earn the tittle, was lost for words. She knew she was strong, she had to be to have come as far as she had, but for the first time in a long time she felt almost helpless. Her amber eyes looked toward those of her son for the first time sense his birth. His grandparents had kept her updated of course, but she'd never actually spoken to him face to face, even through z-space such as this.
She hid her aw well, the hardened look of a warrior remaining in her eyes as she finally spoke. <I am Princess Leona-Cabbell-Marie.> She said knowing full well Traycor would likely recognize it. He might not have known she was his mother, but there were few who hadn't heard of the human turned Andalite who made way for other Andalite females with in the military.
<I'm contacting you in regards to your application to join the fleet.> She said as the information came up off to the side of the screen, showing what the military knew of Traycor. <Traycor, son of Prince Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill who was lost in space shortly after the liberation of Earth, mother unknown. Nephew to the great war hero Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul.> She read off as her main eyes seemed to shift to look at the information her own screen.
<You have an impressive linage on your father's side.> She said as her amber eyes returned to Traycor finally getting to the point. <But with no information of your mother's bloodline most Princes in the fleet have over looked your application, however....I would like the honor to take you under my wing. I am currently on the Dome ship Derrishoul, if you still wish to follow in your father's hoof prints then be on the shuttle leaving from port 297 in approximately six galactic hours.>
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 21, 2008 9:02:52 GMT -8
Traycor remained calm for a few seconds. <Please excuse me for a moment. I need a minute to think it over.> With that, he leaned forward and pressed a few buttons, blackening the screen and muting his communication. Then he proceeded to leap across the scoop, screaming, <Yes! I made it! I made it! I made it! Grandfather, I made it! Can you believe it?! I made it!> His green eyes were sparkling.
<Yes, Traycor-kala,> Noolan responded, walking over to the consol and peering at it. <As did the entire bridge of the Derrishoul. Possibly the entire crew.>
<What?> Traycor asked, his eyes widening. He seemed to grow a shade bluer as he glanced at the consol, where the "speak" button was still glowing yellow. <Oh...> He pressed a few buttons and brought the screen back up, not looking anyone in the face. <I...I would be honored. I will meet the shuttle at the appointed time and place.> He waited to see if there were any more orders from his new commanding officer.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 21, 2008 15:18:53 GMT -8
Leona jumped, startled, at Traycor's joyful crys coming from her terminal. Her stalk eyes scanned the bridge noting more then a few eyes looking her direction. Her main eyes rolled as she simply shook her head a bit, a gestures only those who's worked with her or other humans in the past would understand. In her head, however, Leona was laughing, hysterically actually. Had she been human she probably wouldn't of been doubled over holding her sides.
When Traycor appeared back on the screen her eyes had an oddly playful smile in them. The answer he gave was already quite obvious but she gave a slight nod to it just the same. <Do not be late, that will be the one and only transport to rendezvous with the Derrishoul before we depart for Earth.> Leona said as her gaze look on a more serious look. <I'll be awaiting your arrival.> She said before ending the transmission. As the screen turned off, Traycor's image disappearing from her sights, Leona couldn't help but sigh softly to her self. He looks like his father at that age...
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 21, 2008 18:41:10 GMT -8
<Of course,> Traycor responded before realizing that the screen had gone dark, probably before he even spoke. Turning to his grandfather, he said, <I will go pack now.> He went to pack, practically vibating with excitement. --A few hours later-- Traycor had said his goodbyes to his family before departing. Now he stood, waiting as patiently as possible for the pilot to dock. <Can this thing dock any slower?> he muttered to himself, watching the pilot. <I could dock it faster if you weren't hovering behind me,> the pilot snapped, sounding annoyed. Traycor blinked rapidly, embarrassed. He had not meant for the pilot to hear him. But he was distracted from making any formal appologies by the ship finally docking.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 21, 2008 19:03:18 GMT -8
Leona sat in the dome of the ship, she wasn't grazing, or drinking. She wasn't even an Andalite at the moment, but rather she was in her human morph, sitting on the branch of one of the trees. Despite the years that had past her morphs did not age, so she appeared as a fourteen year old red head sitting with her back against the trunk as one of her legs dangled off the branch she was sitting on.
She was dressed in an odd looking skin tight uniform. It was something that had been design specifically for andalites in human morph and morph capable humans. It was made of a special insulated material that would keep a human body warm, despite the stretchy fabric being so thin and so tight. The uniform came in winter and summer version, the winter one covering the arms and legs, where's the summer one Leona could be seen wearing cut half way down her thighs with short sleeves. The female version of the uniform was purple and gray pattern, with a stylized 'A' on the center of the chest. On her feet were what looked like matching socks that only came up to her ankles with just a thin rubber coating on the bottom. It was enough to keep sticks and things from cutting her feet while still able to morph over the entire outfit.
She was listening to her MP3 player, while humming and singing a few random words to whatever song was playing when she thought no one was around to hear her. It was something she often did when troubled, or needed to clear her head.
Meanwhile at the docking bay someone had been sent to greet Traycor, though the Andalite waiting looked lest then pleased to be doing 'the pretender's' job for her. One of many names that was still whispered among those who looked down upon the human turned Andalite.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 22, 2008 8:01:17 GMT -8
((...Nearly told the computer to lock the board on accident...Oops...Oh, and I can't spell in Andalite, so if I misspell something, let me know.))
Warrior Murit stood at the entry hatch, looking like he would rather be dipped in acid and fed to Taxxons than be following orders of the "Princess". In fact, retreiving this arthris shouldn't be his job. It should be the job of one of the younger Warriors, not one who was due to be up for promotion any day now...assuming he could get his temper under control. So now he stood, waiting for the latest addition to the crew to disembark so that he could get this over with. He knew that this Andalite was the son of Aximili, and expected him to be as haughty as his father.
Traycor timidly disembarked from the craft, his stalk-eyes taking in everything there was to see, while his main-eyes looked at Murit. He stood at attention, his few posessions clasped in his hands behind his back. <Arthris Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik reporting for duty,> he said solomly. <Permission to come aboard?> He watched the warrior eye him for a moment. <Permission granted. I am Warrior Murit. Princess Leona,> he said, practically spitting out the name, <requested that I retrieve you. Follow me.> Traycor nodded and trailed behind Warrior Murit. He was bubbling with questions, but he could not even begin to ask them, due to his rank. ((Murit is going to take Traycor to Leona, if that works. Otherwise, he'll take Traycor to his quarters. Let me know.))
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 22, 2008 8:57:50 GMT -8
(Leona would have ordered Murit to bring Traycor directly to her. ^-^)
Finding a song she felt like singing was more difficult these days. Too many reminded her of bitter sweet memories, things she didn't have time to dwell on. Though this was one of those songs Leona found her self singing it any how. It was one of the few things she actually missed about being human. In her Andalite body she was still able to draw, and able to fight, the two other art's she enjoyed. She'd also become a talented Estreen as well.
Despite the memories she had attached to the song she found her self singing I'll Be by the Goo Goo Dolls. "And I've dropped out, Burned up, Fought my way back from the dehehehead, Tuned in, Turned on, Remembered the things you saaaaaaaaaaaiiid. And IIIIIII'll beeeeeee your cryin' shoulder, IIIII'll beee a love suiciiiide, and IIIII'll beeee better when I'm older,IIIII'll beeee the greatest faaaan of your liiiife...." She was an alto, and sing to songs originally sung by male singers was a bit easier then trying hit the soprano notes of most female singers. Despite not having the most delicate voice she had a strong one the kind that made you feel the meaning of the song as much as hearing the lyrics.
At the sound of hooves moving through the grass her voice trailed off, only whispering the words to her self before growing silent all together as her gaze shifted to glance down from the tree seeing Murit looking less then pleased at running errans for her.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 22, 2008 11:39:10 GMT -8
<Do you require anything else, Princess, or shall I leave the arthris in your capable hands?> He asked snidely.
Traycor knew that Princess Leona was technically human. He just didn't expect that her human form would be so...young. Or that she would be listening to the strange noise humans called "music", much less singing along with it. He didn't want to say anything, but it sounded horrible. ((Not that I think your character sings badly, but I think Traycor would. ^__^'))
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 22, 2008 14:47:11 GMT -8
"You're being transfered to Prince Eltrin's unit, Murit." She said flatly as her gaze shifted back up toward the stars over head. She knew it wasn't what the warrior would want to hear, he was being transfered under another Prince, rather then being promoted to one him self.
Before Murit could question why, however, the ships computer announced the transition in to Z-space through surrounding speakers. Leona watched as the stars faded from view, the world around them suddenly going white, as if traveling through an empty void of nothingness.
Turning her gaze back toward Murit and her new arthris, with nothing left to gaze at over head, Leona shifted on the tree branch to sit on it side ways so she was actually facing them. For a second her hazel eyes locked on Murit narrowing to a dangerous glare as she finally answered the question that had to be on his mind. "If you ever hope to become a Prince then I suggest that in the future you be a bit more care who you tell insulting about your superiors to."
For a long moment she simply glared at her former warrior, keeping that stern look on her human face to make it quite evident he'd f**ked up big time. "Now get out of my sight before I decide to have you court marshaled for insubordination." She said sternly before turning her attention toward Traycor, indicating she had nothing left to do with Murit, he was no longer her problem.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 23, 2008 18:15:19 GMT -8
Traycor watched Murit leave with one of his stalk-eyes, but kept his main eyes trained on Princess Leona. He stood, placing his hands behind his back respectfully, waiting for in structions from her. He was also trying to hide the small shake in his hands that had developed due to his nervousness.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 23, 2008 19:22:35 GMT -8
For a moment that she knew must of seemed like an eternity to Tryacor, Leona simply studied him through her human eyes. She'd once seen something on the Discovery channel that compared the eyes of predators to prey. Prey animals usually had their eyes off to the sides of their head, like deer or horses, to give them a broader perspective to watch for predators, where's predators had eyes at the front of their head, like humans, to focus in and lock on to a single prey target.
In her Andalite body she often found it a bit confusing that their main eyes were positioned like those of a predator, yet they were herbivores, and their stalk eyes being able to look in every direction would seem to suggest that Andalites were meant to be prey animals, however what could take down something with a tail like that of an Andalite. At least in her human form she knew, she was a predator
Finally Leona pushed her self off the tree branch she'd been sitting on, her slender form falling through the air till her feet touched the ground. Ankles, then knees, then hips bent in turn expertly absorbing the shock of her fall so that she landed crouched down feeling no jolt through her legs from the impact. Those hazel eyes remained locked on Traycor as she stood up.
Her gaze finally broke from him as she removed the ear buds to her MP3 player from her ears, turning the device off. With her free hand she leaned on to the tree beside, her knowing she'd need it for support as she morphed.
The first thing to change was her eyes, those hazel eyes lightened a few shades to an amber color. Her porcelain flesh and morphing suit sprouted pinkish purple fur as those auburn locks seemed to suck back in to her head. Her ears grew longer and a bit pointed as her second set of eyes rose from on top of her head. Her arms grew a bit thiner, but as the rest of her body were still delicately defined. Her bones could be heard crunching and popping as they rearranged them selves. Her front legs bursts from her chest those dainty hooves touching the blueish grass as her tail was the last thing to take form.
She had changed from an adolescent human to a full grown female Andalite. Her main eyes refocused back on Traycor as she seemed to study him again. In truth she really wasn't sure what to say at the moment. A small part of her wanted to tell him, confess everything to her son, however the simple thought of admitting she'd abandoned him caused her blood to run cold with fear.
<You look like your father.> She finally said simply before turning to make her way across the blue grass toward the nearest drop shaft, her stalks looking back to make sure Traycor was following her. <Come on, I'll show you where your quarters are.>
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