The thing you should know is that everyone is in really big trouble. Yeah. Even you.

[cityship]

Ax had escaped the Controllers on board. Brainy had not been so lucky. Neither had Sam and Tim. And who knew how many others on board had Yeerks wrapped around their brains, controlling their every movement, pretending that everything was normal until the time came to strike.

Who do you trust, podlings?

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[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry had been watching Sam and Nathan talk, probably because it was better then attempting to talk to the leather-wearing freak. That guy creeped him out. He didn't know Sam or Nathan, of course, but as soon as one bashed the other's head into the wall... he made some quick assumptions. Mainly: Sam was not a good guy.

While the leather guy was bent over Nathan, Terry lunged towards Sam, fist-first.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Fists? Screw fists. Sam was a rather skilled fighter when it came to hand-to-hand combat. But who needed fists when you had a gun? After being elbowed in the face by the grotesque leather-daddy, Sam had his Beretta out in a snap and quickly fired a well-aimed--to wound--shot at Terry.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

The suit-less Batman training Bruce had always insisted on had done Terry some good. His reflexes were quick, but not as quick as they would be with the suit - he didn't catch the bullet with his entire shoulder, but it did graze him.

"Frag!" Nothing like flesh being ripped off by a high-velocity projectile to make one appreciate body armor.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Scorpius follows up with a twist to grab the gun and attempts to twist it so that Sam must either drop his gun or allow his arm to break.

[cityship]

For some reason, it's right then that the lights on the ship--everywhere in the ship--suddenly flicker. They just flicker, then come back on. Odd.

But it's a good distraction for whoever takes advantage of it.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam cries out in pain and begins to crumple to the ground under the pain and pressure that Scorpius is putting against his arm. The only good thing about being down on the ground with your opponent standing over you...their legs are unprotected...and the flicker of the lights gives him just the right opportunity.

Acting only instinct, Sam grabs hold of Scorpius' ankle and jerks it upward to throw the alien off balance and force him to release his arm.

With his gun hand free, he has only two options:

One, is to trying to neutralize Scropius and Terry in time to finish infesting Nathan before he wakes up. But considering there are two of them, it'll likely take too long to manage that--especially given both of their combat skills--in time. And once Nathan finally comes to, he's be stuck in a three-against-one battle. A battle he was likely to lose.

And if Sam got captured, the Yeerk inside his head was sure to die. The Andalite would see to that.

So that only left option two.

"Well, ladies and gents," Sam sneered as he looked at his opponents with deep-seeded loathing. "As fun as this little dance has been, I'm afraid it's time Little Sammy-Boy and I bid you adieu!"

Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Yeerk-controlled Sam lifted his gun and placed the muzzle against his own temple.

And fired.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Scorpius pants a moment, catching his breath, snarling at the figure that's dead on the floor before him, ignoring the splatter of blood around them.

He reaches down and takes the gun from Sam's hand, investigating it carefully, while his breathing slowly begins to return to normal.

[cityship]

He's not dead yet, though he likely will be very soon. His breathing is shallow, and fading.

Not all head wounds kill instantly. Some people linger. Painfully.

They do have a MedBay though.



As if it wasn't bad enough, a gray slug-thing wriggles out of the hole in his head, onto the ground.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"Shit." Terry muttered, staring at Sam. Here was a guy that had just tried to stuff a slug into another man's ear, shot at Terry, and tried to blow is own brains away.

But he had also come up with the idea that eventually all got them away from the cockroaches.

Terry bent over the near-lifeless figure. He was still breathing, barely. He grabbed him by the shoulders, being very careful with his head and neck. "Help me." He said to Scorpius. His voice was lower, more mature. It was the voice of Batman.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was slowly coming to, still bleary eyed. There was a blob or a faint shape on the floor. Somebody? He blinked, his eyes starting to focus, and then as they sharpened he could see the prone body nearby. The gun, the blood.

The gray slug coming in his direction...

"What the hell?" He started and scrambled to get up again. Hard to do with a concussion and a raging headache however. Got his head just out of range for the

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Before Scorpius responds to Terry's request, he aims the gun at the slug and fires, putting a bullet through the thing. The firearm is primitive, but it will do for now.

He glances over his shoulder. "Leave him. We have other problems to worry about at the moment."

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"No." Terry grunted. He hefted Sam up onto his back, and carefully stood up. "That's not an option. I owe him." And with that sentiment, he started walking, heading in the direction of the Med Bay.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Actually considering the fact the guy smashed his face into a column, and there was some kind of slug that almost went for him, Nathan was leaning more toward Scorpius's opinion.

He wasn't up to flying right now like this as he slowly stood up, wavering slightly.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

He sighs and speaks very carefully. "These invertebrates possess their target. Will you watch him constantly to prevent further possessions, or do your best to root out his killers?"

Scorpius explains it like one does to a very slow child.