Animorphs: The Last Hope
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				Title: <strong>Animorphs: The Last Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 03:13:05</strong>
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				The forest was quiet, more quiet than it ever was, ever since a lot of species had been adamantly hunted down and killed, places like this were quite silent. The onyx colored wolf trotted around a cluster of tress and shrubs, sniffing at the ground and glancing around. He was calm, though watchful, these weren't the days when being a wild animal could keep you safe and hidden. With the morphing technology spread across the globe to humans, no animal, whether just an animal or a morphing capable human, was safe from being attacked. Still, he didn't sense anything, and the silence, while disturbing to him, was a comfort too. That and he would smell anything if something were to come up to him anyways.<br><br>The others were close, he knew that much, but he knew what they were, and where they were for that matter. They had ventured out of the safety of their base for the sheer fact that there needed to be another scouting route to be done. It had been a few days since their last check, and that was dangerous when it came to a world like theirs.<br><br>He had long since accepted the world that was the Earth now, he didn't like it, but that's how it was. The Yeerks had hoped to catch all the humans off guard, make an easy swoop in and take everyone without a hassle. Thankfully the human race was given a sort of chance through the means of the original Animorphs, who had been kids when their fighting had started. Then when the Yeerks decided to just take it all, they had helped people, free them and spread them out to the many corners to keep them harder to get at. It had helped when they had supplied them with weapons and means to fight otherwise, but still the rebels had been unable to fight well anyways. When the Escafil device had been dropped in their laps, there had been much inner squabbling over who should receive it and keep it. In the end, the Ex Mortis group had kept it after the other groups were given the device long enough to use. <br><br>It had caused issues that they held it, but then again, not too many of the groups really bothered to put up too much of a fight. Ex Mortis wasn't exactly known for their patience with people who got in their way, and they weren't exactly afraid of fighting another group. So there was a peace for now, and they weren't stingy with it, though a few rebel groups were left out of being able to use the device, generally because they weren't exactly the most trustworthy. Ex Mortis might be filled with rough individuals, but they were a group of their word.<br><br>He turned at the sound of another's footsteps and waited till he spotted his partner Zack, back in human form and clad in tight clothing as they were supposed too unless they wanted to be naked when they reverted. He snorted with a shake of his head as he willed the change. The typical odd sensation of his bones shifting, organs changing places and other physical changes was felt through his body and within seconds he was standing on his own two legs again.<br><br>He looked up, "any movements towards us?"<br><br>Zack shook his head, his eyes kept around their surroundings, "not as of yet, but I doubt we'll find anything."<br><br>Dyne half shrugged, "true enough, they've been keeping their distance from this area, but that's what troubles me. They're not exactly the type to just let us be as it is, they're up to something."<br><br>Zack snorted, "Surprised they haven't tried destroying the mountainsides yet."<br><br>Dyne shook his head, "they don't know which part of the mountains we're in as of yet, and just randomly doing that could set off something underground. We're not exactly on a fault line, but you destroy enough with enough firepower, and something down the line will get set off."<br><br>It was Zack's turn to shrug, "well, whatever it is, I still want to get out of here and do something. It's been weeks since we were doing anything except strolling through a forest hoping to find a Controller."<br><br>Dyne rolled his eyes, "let's just take the moments of peace we have, we need them to fortify and get our asses together."<br><br>Zack sighed, "fine, but when are we going to head back?"<br><br>Dyne looked around one last time, "whenever the rest find their way back with their reports."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Animorphs: The Last Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevermore of blood ravens</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 21:48:41</strong>
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				Victor sighed as he stood on a rooftop in the center of town. He knew it might be the last time he ever saw Pripyat. Reaching into a pocket he removed a paper airplane and set it ablaze with his cigarette before tossing it into the wind, just as he had done every time he stood on this rooftop before leaving on a mission. With one last look he descended to the streets and finally into the basement of a laundry mat, the sole entrance to the Pripyat side of the great vaults.<br><br>The vault was in reality a large underground rail yard and served as the only haven of Ergo Paranoia. Victor gave a rare smile as he made his way through the dark labyrinth on his way out into the world beyond the safety of the zone. He knew his good mood wouldn't last and he paused to register one last complaint with his father Alexi.<br><br>"Why America, what could they have that we would need?"<br><br>"Information, the Americans always have information."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Animorphs: The Last Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 14:38:57</strong>
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				In older days Isaac (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/BeretManphoto.jpg) might have enjoyed the stillness.&nbsp; Out in the wilderness where technology still hadn't quite managed to touch, dark forests cast in perpetual night from the thick layers of foliage overhead.&nbsp; It was an eerie sort of calm for a human to experience, to know one's own solitude.&nbsp; To know that there are no rules, no governments, no morality.&nbsp; Only survival, and death.&nbsp; He'd always preferred hiking in the woods to hitching a ride on the subway to some dead end job that was ultimately as unfulfilling as any other before it.&nbsp; But even the quiet was ruined for him now.&nbsp; Earth was lost.&nbsp; The silence was not a natural one.&nbsp; It was as though the world had become mute out of fear; an emaciated wreck shivering beneath the floorboards as crisp black boots stomped overhead.&nbsp; The forest was not still because it was sleeping.&nbsp; It was still because it was dead.<br><br>He should have been morphed, but he preferred to walk on two legs whenever possible.&nbsp; His humanity was the last thing the Yeerk's had been unable to wrest from him, and he'd be damned if he was going to spend the rest of his days shifting back and forth until animal instinct and human nature could no longer be defined as separate states of being.&nbsp; In any case, it had taken him quite awhile to find some clothes that still fit his scrawny figure.&nbsp; The wetsuit he wore beneath them was all he really needed, but the cargos and leather jacket were good for carrying small amounts of supplies.&nbsp; And through it all he'd somehow managed to keep his weathered old hat, the last reminder of a past that seemed more and more unreal with each passing day.&nbsp; <br><br>The mountains were his ultimate goal.&nbsp; There would be people among them, of that he was sure.&nbsp; The peaks of the Earth were always the final havens of humans driven to desperation.&nbsp; They had a power to them, ancient relics of the world that stood the test of time no matter what cataclysms were thrown their way.&nbsp; They <em>seemed</em> safe, and that was enough for most people these days.&nbsp; Normally he wouldn't be so eager to see anyone, but it had been literally months since he'd spoken with another human being.&nbsp; He'd needed to start talking with himself just to keep his voice from fading with disuse, and it was beginning to wear on his nerves.<br><br>After several hours of walking he stopped, raising his gaze slightly to stare off into the dark.&nbsp; A small noise in the distance, indistinct.&nbsp; Isaac waited breathlessly, every muscle in his body coiled and ready for flight.&nbsp; Some part of him was screaming to change, but he ignored it for the moment.&nbsp; Better to wait patiently than jump the gun.&nbsp; The man slowly maneuvered his way behind a tree, pressing his weight against the rough bark and canted his ear to one side.&nbsp; Listening.&nbsp; Waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Animorphs: The Last Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 22:44:08</strong>
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				Zack stirred next to him, "haven't heard much from the other groups either, that's certainly a new one."<br><br>Dyne rolled his eyes, "well I'm not going to complain about it. The less time we have to worry about a whiny group, or having to worry about a more aggressive one threatening to fight us for the device, the better off we are. One threat and worry is bad enough, especially considering it's size, let's hope they finally got the message."<br><br>Zack smirked, "or were destroyed or taken."<br><br>Dyne frowned, "let's not go there, some of them are our allies in all of this, and if they were taken, they could very well have information on us that we don't want any enemies to have."<br><br>Dyne himself had been wondering the same thing, even before Zack had mentioned it, and even before the conversation had even been thought of being brought up. It had been just around three months since their last communication with any other rebel group scattered across the country, or what had once been a country, now all of Earth was Yeerk country. Still it was highly unusual to not hear a peep from anyone, whether from their whiny and uppity detractors, the neutral ground trading and information groups, and even their allies, along with a few equally aggressive groups who had been known to start small skirmishes with their group. Dyne had quickly brought the council together to work with them, it wasn't that he feared them, but when you had an even bigger threat like the Yeerks running around, you couldn't just waste energy and manpower as well as precious lives on fighting with other humans.<br><br>An uneasy truce had been met with all of the groups, and even still, arguments and near fights had nearly erupted. Now there was nothing and no one around, no animals, no Yeerks, no Controllers, no other free humans, and it was beginning to unsettle him despite his outward uncaring demeanor about it. He would bring the matter up with the rest of the council later, or at least part of it, Zack was a good partner for out and out missions, but he didn't need to concern himself with Dyne's thoughts and concerns. Dyne was the only council member who really went out on missions and such like this anyways. Back when the world had been semi-free of the Yeerks, he had always hated the idea of the Generals, Commanders and other higher ups just sitting there and sending men to die, while they did nothing but sit on their asses. He was a man of action, as well as leadership and decision, and so even as part of the council, he was out in the field constantly. The rest of the group, since they were primarily used to the old process, found Dyne a bit odd, but respected him for it, and he was just fine with that.<br><br>He kicked at a nearby pile of rocks and revealed a pile of clothes, a black form fitting tee, a black leather jacket (http://www.themenswearsite.com/leather-jackets-c60/superdry-brad-leather-jacket-p50564), a pair of dark blue jeans, socks and finally a pair of scuffed and dirty boots (http://www.boot.com/WescoCombatBootLarge.jpg), all of which he slipped on in a few moments and turned back to Zack. He shrugged, he would make the walk back to the base in his clothes, something he often liked to do. Being an animal was an experience that he wouldn't give up for anything most of the time, but nothing beat being human, no matter what form it was. At least that's how it was in Dyne's mind, the only reason some people in the group even went back to human was so that they wouldn't be stuck in one form and without the ability to change back, because the council had forbid giving such a foolish person the cube one more time.<br><br>He swept another rock and picked up a Shredder, a present from a Yeerk bug fighter they had taken down and picked clean. Checked it and moved back to Zack as he heard some rustling, followed by the appearance of a large Grizzly, a falcon of sorts landing on a branch, followed finally by a rust colored coyote. Within seconds they were back to their human forms and staring at Dyne who nodded, "anything to report?"<br><br>He listened as they all gave him what he had expected to hear, nothing. He grunted, "alright, find your nearby stashes, get your things if you brought any and we'll head back to put this report in."<br><br>They gave a curt nod, some even gave a salute out of reflex which Dyne ignored, though he was amused by the fact that the two saluting members were actually older than him. He stood and waited, pulling a cigarette from the jacket and lighting it without really thinking, where the hell was everything and everyone?
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