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trans_92008-12-08 11:54 pm
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Shooting the Breeze (Open to anyone)
'Phillip' was in the Sensorium, all by himself. Yes, it was against Prince Cybil's orders. However, he felt that this was the sort of thing best done without bystanders.
Namely, learning how to shoot human guns without allowing the weapons' recoil to knock him over.
He hadn't bothered to learn this when he was back on Earth. There was never any reason to. The Animorphs didn't have shredders, and Dracon beams were usually in the hands of Controllers. And using human guns was out of the question -- the last thing they wanted to do was create any connection between humans and the 'Andalite bandits'. So they relied almost strictly on their morphing capabilities and their wits.
Here however, that was less of an option. He had been able to sneak off and demorph this time, but there was no guarantee that he would be able to do so in the future. He needed to be able to defend himself in his human morph as well. So he had requested that Stacy create facsimilies of the hand-held weapons currently in use aboard the ship and set about teaching himself to use them.
Ax carefully positioned his feet and aimed at the target Stacy had set up for him and fired.
Namely, learning how to shoot human guns without allowing the weapons' recoil to knock him over.
He hadn't bothered to learn this when he was back on Earth. There was never any reason to. The Animorphs didn't have shredders, and Dracon beams were usually in the hands of Controllers. And using human guns was out of the question -- the last thing they wanted to do was create any connection between humans and the 'Andalite bandits'. So they relied almost strictly on their morphing capabilities and their wits.
Here however, that was less of an option. He had been able to sneak off and demorph this time, but there was no guarantee that he would be able to do so in the future. He needed to be able to defend himself in his human morph as well. So he had requested that Stacy create facsimilies of the hand-held weapons currently in use aboard the ship and set about teaching himself to use them.
Ax carefully positioned his feet and aimed at the target Stacy had set up for him and fired.
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Allen's yelling because he's wearing a pair of earmuffs and goggles. They are not particularly fashionable, and by particularly, I mean "at all."
He points to them as he approaches from the Sensorium doorway. "AND YOU NEED A PAIR OF THESE."
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The earmuffs did look like a good idea, though. And he could also understand the goggles. He carefully put the safety back on the gun before setting it down and requesting a pair of each from Stacy. There were some elements of weapons training that carried across planetary boundaries, after all.
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'I knew it,' the creature projected with its mind toward the two, cautiously entering the Sensorium. 'I knew this was a military facility. Which planet is this ship affiliated with? Z5 did its best to sound polite and pleasant - getting shot at was never fun, especially with those old, cumbersome guns that used bullets instead of plasma.
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He paused as the new alien entered the room. Telepathy? Really? Friggin' A!
"Not the person to ask," said Allen, raising his hands briefly in the universal gesture of 'I'm innocent.' "I'm a thinker, not a soldier. Hey, does your telepathy go one-way, or could you read my thoughts?"
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Ax tensed when Z5 spoke, staring hard at the newcomer and hoping that its answer to Allen's question was 'one way'. He couldn't have anyone rifling through his thoughts.
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'No, I cannot. Not unless you broadcast them, like that boy with the face markings.'
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Allen briefly broadcasts before switching back to regular speech. No sense in leaving Ax out of the conversation.
"Well hey, nice to meet you. I've never met a telepathic alien before, though now that I think about it, I always assumed I would have by this time. What do we call you? My name's Allen Gentry."
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"My name is Phillip," he answered. "Puh, Philli-puh."
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'Greetings, Allen Gentry and Phillip.' Z5 broadcasted with a slight nod. 'I am called DEC Z5X9-YQ4.'
'Though I have been told my name is difficult for humanoids to say,' it said after a moment, 'so I am also called Z5.'
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Allen gestures to the shooting range and Phillip's safety-locked gun. "We're just having a shooting lesson. I don't suppose you'd like to join us?"
Yes, it's a lesson now! Your fate has been decided, Ax.
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Really, it was all down to anatomy.
He didn't mind the idea of a lesson though. Presumably, he would be more effective more quickly with the assistance of someone with experience.
Even if it chafed at his pride.
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"So, whatcha doin' there?" says a voice frrom the car, it's headlights blinking with each syllable.
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Chee? Was that a Chee? No, it couldn't be, a Chee would choose something significantly less bizarre as a disguise.
Ax eyed the hatchback warily, pointing his gun down at the floor.
"I am endeavoring to teach myself to use these weapons so that I will be prepared when we come under attack again," he said. "Kuh, Tack-kuh. What are you?"
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"My name is Phillip," he answered finally. "I saw you in the Living Area. You must be a crew member. Berrr, member."
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He cocked his head to the side and considered Bumblebee for a moment. The name of his planet...
"Are you artificial or natural in construction? Struck, struction. Shun."
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Not to mention, as a mechanical intelligence, Bumblebee was much less likely to be under Yeerk control.
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Well, the Ellimist or the Crayak. But neither of them had attempted to make contact yet, which they usually did if they were going to interfere this much.