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Third Morph - Video - Backdated two hours before the morning sirens

[ It is too damn early for a post. This young kid, maybe fourteen, fifteen years of age, is looking at NV like Jon Stewart does when doing a show: self-deprecating and a wit clearly evident. Like most kids his age, he doesn't look a bit tired at all, the ass. No, seriously, he is giving you the most shit-eating grin you ever lay eyes on.

He's in a room that the most seasoned traveler can recognize as a flea-bitten motel. Of course, he isn't actually living there, his real hotel room is somewhere else. No, he just snuck in and stole a room for a minute. He sits down on the rickety table. ]

Hi, guys. You know, I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot, actually. About what has happened to us Newcomers in the past, what, week? Two weeks? That guy, what's his face, the one with the accent all British or Scottish or whatever. I forget his name. Anyway, he said something around the likes of "understanding you aren't free." Wise words, and it's the kind that Keanu Reeves get the sunglasses on and dodge bullets in slo-mo.

[ Oh yeah, Marco's been quick on catching up his pop culture from the past decade and he fucking loves it.

He reaches over and grabs a can of Pepsi, his breakfast of the day. The familiar hiss and click of the can opening is very loud at the silence Marco is making, his face a little closed off, thoughtful. ]

Some of you people have been here for a year, maybe two or three. That hunt wasn't the first hunt to be started. We get to be blamed for natural disasters for and we are still running around with our heads cut off. We got superheroes and aliens and gods and dragons and we haven't done a civil rights parade or anything? Man, Martin Luther King Jr will be super disappointed. Che Guevara would have think of us as lost causes.

Mr. UK is right. I'm starting to think we don't even think ourselves as equal in the first place, and these natives know it. Except in maybe in soccer, if that's what that guy is actually serious of making those neutral games.

[ Another pause. Then: Kanyeshrug! ]

Oh well. We'll just wait for the next awful thing to happen and we'll bitch about it. That always works. And I am really good at complaining. It's my day job and one day, I will actually be paid for it. Or maybe I'll be paid for simply being good looking. That's definitely a possibility.

[ He takes a sip out of the Pepsi. ]

Oh, and to anyone who just arrived: Welcome to Canada. Watch out for the moose people. They tend to get a little hysterical and blame you for the sour milk. …and speaking of which, why are the milk in bags? If that's not a walk-in boob joke, then I don't know what is.

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What is it you want to do?



You know


I like the American route. Not the blowing up stuff, I hate to get killed, but the sit ins. Protesting buses. Something.


Which reminds me. Why haven't any newcomers years ago been vocal? That's what I don't get.

You know that a lot of people got hurt during those, right? Maybe the ones who would say something weren't around then.

 well yeah
but that's preferrable than a war zone.

You sure about that? Surely the Core burped a few in the past decades.

Who said this was a war zone? I've seen those and this place is not one. I'm sure it brought people back then, but that doesn't mean they're here now, or that they care enough to fix things.

 man you are right

People are still gonna die. Shocker.

So how's the turf war going on?

Pretty good. You get a lot more accomplished in costume.

what

Costume. You know, cape and cowl?

 I was actually joking about the superhero part.










seriously?

[ what is his life coming too? ]

Yup. Caped crusaders, fighting against evil, beating up drug dealers. All the good kind of stuff.

[ Holy mother of god, this guy is serious, isn't he?

Marco can't do this on his own. He can't fight Visser One alone. He's on his own here, and there's a Yeerk out there trying to do god knows what, but he can't follow her 24/7. He has to earn his keep as well, he has to put food on the table now that Visser One kicked him out of the apartment.

But with superheroes on his side, just maybe, just maybe he can might stop her. Stop her from destroying lives, if she hadn't started already.

Of course, he has to take it slowly. He has to find who is trustworthy and who is not, who is competent and who will only screw everything up. No superhero can replace the Animorphs. But they can at least give Marco the advantage that Visser One will never have.

This conversation is all public, so she has to be watching this. ]

 will there be sound effects? Some dues ex machina that will show up out of the blue and give everyone a conveient way out?

[ private, unhackable ]

I'm in.

Edited 2012-07-23 04:36 (UTC)

What's a superhero without sound effects?

[text;batcryption]

Come to the SERO docks around 8. I'm the one in red and black, we'll talk then.

oh i see, avoiding the dues ex machina part.

[ Marco barely slept after that text message. He's a little nervous, a little apprehensive as well. He debates whether to arrive in morph or not. Deciding against arriving in morph, he takes the bus and heads toward the docks.

So he walks to the silent docks, quiet on a early morning that just barely shed the nightly disease that is the Darkness. ]

[Tim doesn't even bother answering that one. Instead, he gets ready for this meeting; he'll be the one at the edge of one of the docks, dressed in his Red Robin costume, arms folded. Nothing is shown besides the mask that he is right now, not a hair in sight, and nothing like how he usually was.

He raises his hand in greeting.] Glad you could make it.

[ Marco paused at the sight, taking it in. Geez, an actual superhero. He knows he should be all balls of excitement, ten jokes ready to throw, but he remembers Mom and why he's here, and a ball of ice settles in his stomach instead. He resumes walking, approaching the guy. ]

No problem.

[He pulls out a small pad, much like an Ipad, and he holds it out to the other boy.]

Before we begin, you need to fill this out. If you decide in the end not to join, it'll be erased, but we need it to start out with. It's some simple information.

[ Marco goes from casual teenager to paranoid bastard in three seconds flat after reading what's in the data pad. ]

Why do you even need to write out such information? Where do you even store it? Is it even secure?

[ If this is some weird commie stuff he is outta here. ]

Edited 2012-07-27 00:06 (UTC)

[He tilted his head slightly.]

It's secure. I'd say trust me, but you don't really know me, so my word might not mean much. I'm the only one who knows your name. You need an alias so that we all have something to call you by, and so your name shows up in our database. Your power helps me know what you're good at, so I can make sure you get paired up with the right people, and sent on the right missions. Your weapon also lets everyone know what you fight with. I think the rest are self explanatory.

[ Well this is going off in a terrible way, as Marco caught himself debating whether or not to chuck the data pad at the guy's head.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

With a shrug, Marco fills out the form. ]

Sounds legit.

[ He fills out the form, resulting in this:

Name: Marco
Hero Name: Guerrilla
Power/Ability: Morphing, telepathy while in morphs
Weapon(s): na
Martial Arts Training: na
Computer Skills: as good as tech from 1990s, still adapting
First Aid Training: na

He seriously thought of calling himself Animorph, but that's the name of his friends, of his title in fighting a war back home.

Besides, he can't resist a good pun.

He gives the data pad back to the guy before him. ]

I'm not going to write in the limitations of my morphing in that form. I'll tell you, but you better not tell it to anyone else unless I say it or I give you the okay. It's dangerous mostly to me and I have one very dangerous enemy here who might already know what I can do, but I can't be certain.

Edited 2012-07-27 01:51 (UTC)

[He gave him a little smile, taking the pad back and tucking it into his utility belt after giving it a once over.]

That's okay, as long as you're not going to hurt other people with it. We all keep some things to ourselves, not just our names.

[He folded his arms with a frown.]

Who's your enemy, here? Do we need to watch out for him?

Her. The enemy is currently female.

[ Here's the hard part. It's bad enough that he talked about it with friends he trusted his life with, but with strangers? ]

She goes by the name of Eva, but that's her host body's name. It's the alien parasite inside of Eva that you need to watch out for. The Yeerk is named Edriss 562, presumably from the Yeerk home world. She holds the rank of Visser One, the highest military rank in Yeerk military. It is Edriss that found Earth and lead a secret invasion against humans, to take their bodies for their own. Yeerks are sort of like the Body Snatchers, but they try not to kill their hosts if they can, since a dead host is a useless one. The invasion back home is totally subversive and secretive, slowly taking over major corporations, schools, governments, you name it.

[ His voice is clear, cool, and practical, like a seasoned soldier. He reaches for his NV in his back pocket. He shows Visser One's first message to the Port when she arrived. ]

Visser One doesn't have her army, but she's going to try to find a way to take control. Yeerks who are high in her rank are the big bads for a reason, and they never stop for getting more power and controlling more people. Likely she's hitting up with people who are the Bill Gates of this place, or other aliens. Big tech poobahs, maybe in SERO. She's extremely dangerous, even on her own. Thousands, maybe millions of people are enslaved because of her.

So, basically, someone to watch out for, in case she ever starts flexing her arms. [Red Robin nodded, reading through her message quickly.]

So it's even more important to keep your identity and abilities a secret. I can understand why, now.

Exactly.

[ The message was Visser One's plea for help. ]

Another thing to keep in mine is that Yeerks need nourishment every three days. They leave their hosts temporarily to soak up nutrients from their sun's rays, and they replicate that with some kind of a ray machine. I'm sure some poor, gullible smuck has already help her so she didn't die from starvation. I need to find those people helping her. It's likely they have no idea what they just did.

[ There's a pause, and then a sigh. He hates this so much. ]

There's something else: she saw me long ago deep in enemy territory, so when she saw me here, she thought I was on her side. Due to the timeline thing, though, she realized that's not the case here. But as I'm Eva's kid, she played along with scheme that she and I are just mother and kid. I guess she got a little suspicious, so she threw me out, and I've been in hiding ever since.

So I don't know how much she knows, but I'm going to do by damnest that no one else does.

[He doesn't say anything for a moment, thinking it over. He knew all about crazy kind of things like that; arch-nemesis was not a new concept for a caped crusader.]

If she finds out about you, should we expect to be attacked by her?

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