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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[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias rakes and bites the arms diving toward around him, managing to keep them from closing around him entirely. He lifts off, confused, knocked nearly senseless by the grenade for a moment. He is flying blindly for a few moments, all hawk in his blind panic. After a few seconds he regains his bearings, pumping to get altitude as he tries to orient himself.

Shots are flying widly though and he feels one graze against his wing.

< That's it, I am definately making sure you slugs get your butts kicked > he growls in his mind. He can't move quickly enough to keep away from the shots, he can only hope he's lucky as he goes in for a dive at the controller who tried to grab him. He knows who it is because of the scratches he already gave the man.

(hope that works okay)

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy shouts in pain as he's mauled, and when the andalite scum gets away he immediately reaches for his gun.

In the chaos he fails to see John and move out of the way; the shot hits and his leg buckles. "FUCK!"

Down on one knee, he aims to shoot at the bird, just to ground him, but then lurches. A glance, angry hatred slipping to pure terror for a split second, and he's jerkily throwing himself at Toxin, to intercept before the creature reaches Connor.

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

The shot from Connor takes Sparhawk high in the left shoulder. At first he just feels the impact, but then the pain kicks in. He'd say it was worse than being stabbed and cut, but he's too busy swearing in Trollish.

Even as he's gathering himself, he's testing his shoulder as he draws his broadsword. Hurts like hell but he should still be able to fight.

The silver bound hilt feels like an old friend as he holds it. As Connor appears to be about to be eaten, Sparhawk turns his attention, and his sword, towards Murphy.

"Yield, neighbour?" he asks as its the knightly thing to do, but even as he says it he's swinging a blow with the flat of his sword towards Murphy, trying to stop him before he reaches Toxin.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor drops to the floor as Toxin rushes at him, dodging the knives but knowing it would be harder to get away from the symbiote. Arms up and over his head, he quickly considers his options before he becomes dinner. Controller or no, the yeerk obviously knows when defense and retreat is better.

"Fuck! Murph! Get the andalite and let's go!" He's already rolling out of the way, planning on sprinting his way back to the safety of the yeerk pool.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Sparhawk's blow connects and Murphy falls to the floor, skidding slightly further away from Toxin.

Quickly righting himself, his eyes are on Sparhawk; large, sharp, pointy thing is getting most of his attention right now. But his words are for Connor, "You fuckin' get it! It's fuckin' flying around tryin' to fuckin' kill me, ye fuckin' arse! Thanks for the fuckin' help!"

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai is pissed, even if her face isn't showing it. She's not really that happy at all. Because she just got attacked. She's recovering now and her aim is improving.

"I don't think so."

She sends another volley of knives after Connor. She's not aiming to kill - yet.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Toxin ignores Murphy as Sparhawk takes care of him; for the moment, all his attention is still on Connor. He initially passes by the man as he rolls out of the way; as soon as he realizes it, the symbiote skids to a halt, turns, and lunges again in hopes of pouncing on him.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor's eyes flash from angry and condescending to sudden terror and possessiveness, scrambling towards his twin, bent on shielding Murphy in case Sparhawk decides to use the edge of that sword. He ignores any knives that find their mark, and Toxin as well, covering Murphy from harm.

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias keeps scanning for Ax, but he's not around at the moment. He doesn't like fighting alone, he wishes he had help. Aside from Ax, he wishes Rachel were here.

He watches the gun the controller pulls, checking if it's a regular gun or a dracon beam. Dracons are the last thing they need in an enclosed ship where the beams can bounce all over the place.

He watches, unnerved by the chaos around him, playing an air-to-ground cat and mouse game with the gun holder, hoping for an opening to disarm him. But then the guy gets preoccupied by another squabble, and a bunch of flying knives. Tobias wants to morph and fight as something bigger, but there's no way he can, his mind still instinctively cautious.

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

The pain in Sparhawk's shoulder is getting sharper, and the ringing in his ears almost sounds like familiar bells. But his face is still implacable as he moves once more towards Murphy.

"You will yield," the knight offers again, this time to Connor. But he watches them closely. If either of them make what he deems to be a threatening move, then he will strike. And not with the flat of the blade.

[cityship]

Fortunately, backup is here!

((ooc: Move along little doggies, to the new thread!))