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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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[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?

That entirely depends if she finds out I'm connected to any of you guys, which is why I'm going to pretend you and me never talked to each other beside than the post I just made; I'm not going to interact with everyone on your team publicly either.

But if you want to speak hypotheticals . . . no. Not immediately anyway, unless we do something that makes her scared for her life. Likely what she will do is she'll stalk and observe, to find out why I'm hanging out with you guys in the first place. Visser One is the one who insists of a secretive invasion back home, even though the invasion force has more than enough power for open warfare. I don't know why exactly, but I know that she's cautious. She'll sidestep with her enemies so she get the upper hand.

[ He folds his arms. ]

I'm not going to lie to you. I need help, which is why I agree to join you in the first place. If it be any help, I'd kill her, but it won't do anything here. I need to keep an eye on her so she won't do something that will endanger everyone, and I can't do it alone. The last thing we want is her to climb into power or throw a coup and find herself in a serious position of power.

So your name stays out of everything. I think we can do that. [Nods.] I have to let you know, the Titans don't kill people. I know you said it won't do anything, but while you're in the group, you don't kill. Plain and simple.

So, we keep an eye out on her, keep your name out of the papers, and you join the group. Deal?

[ Marco has a faint, dry smile, barely turning the corners of his lips. While it is largely nothing, the notch for this group gone up just a bit. The Animorphs avoided killing humans whenever they can. While it came back to bite them in the ass when dealing with Visser One on the mountain summit, it is something that Marco can compensate most of the time.

But then, his mother is always an exception. ]

Deal.

As a footnote, I'll be going join AGI soon, so my name might be in the papers one way or the other. Just have you and the rest of your people avoid public contact with me. I'll get a separate phone if you need to call me for Titan stuff, though I need help in encrypting it. 2000 technology isn't quite the same as the '90s.

[ He shifts his weight around in a casual swagger. ]

Anything else? Need a demonstration of my morphing?

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[He nods.] Just be careful with AGI. You never know what you might be asked to do.

[At the mention of a separate phone, he pulls out a <a href="http://images.wikia.com/teentitans/images/b/bc/Tcommunicator.jpg>Teen Titan communicator</a> and hands it over.]</small> This is how you'll be able to contact the rest of the Titans. It looks a little gaudy, but it's small enough to hide, and it's one hundred percent encrypted. And if you want to show me, that'd be pretty cool.

[ He pocked the communicator, more than eager to play with it. ]

I think I have a good idea, actually.

[ Slavery is still slavery, after all. He glances around. ]

Not here. Got somewhere that's a hundred percent secure?

I do. Come on, we're gonna go to Titan HQ. It should be a tower, but... we make do.

[He gestures for him to follow him; since they're already in sector 11, it's not much of a walk to come to what appears an old, abandoned, worn down warehouse. Palming the inconspicuous scanner by the door, they walk up a few steps and they're inside the training part of the building.]

This is the training room... if you guy up those stairs, there, you'll be in the lounge.

Cool. Very MI6.

[ Already he feels slightly secure about this idea, but Marco hasn't survived this long by being some gullible schmuck. ]

Training room, huh? Never had those.

[ Animorph training never existed, after all. They all had to learn their strengths and weaknesses in the battlefield. A training session is a luxury Animorphs never had. ]

Close, but we're more American. [He laughs.]

Yeah, training room. Not everyone knows how to handle certain situations... and it's not like I'm going to send people out in the darkness without any training.

[ Marco himself never tangled with the monsters at night. Why should he? It's freaking suicide, any idiot can see that. While he wondered what it would be like to be one in morph, the fact that they vanish into thin air at dawn made him uncertain. Do they have DNA? Is it possible to even acquire one? Or are they too driven into madness to be even controlled? Marco's worst morph experience was the ant morph, hands down, but he never encountered a morph that was impossible to control. ]

I guess that's handy.

[ The air was cool, and it seemed weird to Marco that he should be cracking jokes and be enthusiastic. But with his brain working in several dozen different directions, it's hard to keep it straight. So straight-laced Marco he is. ]

So what now?

Now we add you into the computers, so Warbler can keep an eye on out when you're out in the field. [Up the stairs they go, to where bank of computers all lined up against the wall. He put in his name through the keyboard. redrobin. Hitting enter, the pictures of the Titans (in costume of course), with their name underneath (thier codename of course), and a map of the city with a little spot where they were right now.]

[ He knows that he should comment on the computers, but the only thing he can think of saying is - ]

We are going to wear actual costumes?

Did you think I put on the cape and cowl just for you?

[If he could, he'd raise an eyebrow.] Costumes are required.

Thank you!

[ It was the first emotional outburst Marco has ever made. It even included dramatic arm waving. ]

You have no idea how many times I told the others when we were about fighting the Yeerks. We are literally superheroes, costumes are a basic necessity!

[ Getting back a little bit of his swagger, he crosses his arms. ]

So first thing you should know I can't morph clothes or shoes. It's gotta be skin tight. If you help me find something that's can cover my head, that will be fantastic.

Okay, so. Skintight. What about something that moves with you? I've got a friend who has the same kind of ability that you do.

I don't know. Maybe. We need to test that out first.

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