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Post by Tinem Shotenth Gonum on May 13, 2009 15:53:21 GMT -5
Tinem turned and watched as Tyrel declined the offer and started away. Tinem nodded, able to understand. He stood tall and saluted Tyrel. He respected older Andalites who had done their fair share of fighting for good. But Tyrel was right. It was Tinem's turn now. He turned to Nichole and held his hand out to her, ready to go. His eyes smiled gently. He wanted to show her he was a friend.
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Post by Michelle Orden on May 13, 2009 18:20:07 GMT -5
She nodded at Tyrelinn's decision. "I understand. It was nice meeting you too. And...sorry about your shoulder." She smiled back at Tinem and took his hand. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked without thinking while she started walking towards the Revenant headquarters.
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Post by Tinem Shotenth Gonum on May 13, 2009 18:47:11 GMT -5
He was quiet for a moment, then he held his hand out. He knew most Humans knew their basic sign language alphabet, so he started spelling the first part of his name. T-I-N-E-M He looked over at her, hoping she understood. As they walked, his hooves opened and he started to taste the greenery of the planet. He'd had a long journey and was very hungry and thirsty, but he knew he could get water when they arrived there.
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Post by Michelle Orden on May 13, 2009 19:19:46 GMT -5
She nodded. "Nice to meet you, Tinem. May I ask you something? Can you speak like Andalites, or can you only sign? If...if it's too personal, you don't have to answer." She smiled at him. She was asking because she was curious about him, curious about his heritage and why he seemed unable to talk. She didn't even think about the fact that she couldn't understand sign language.
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Post by Tinem Shotenth Gonum on May 13, 2009 23:07:07 GMT -5
He looked over at her, then down at his hands, then back at her. He simply nodded in response. He really needed something to write on and was very glad he'd studied Human languages. It was something he had to learn on his own since none of his peers had the same problem he had. He would tell her about it later when they were somewhere he could write or type. He was sure she would understand his silence when he told her.
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Post by Michelle Orden on May 14, 2009 8:00:19 GMT -5
"Oh, duh...Sorry, I didn't even think about the fact that you probably need to write your answer, since I can't understand sign language. I should have learned something beyond English," she said. "My cousin offered to teach me, but I refused. And I never did get a universal translator installed." She shook her head. "I really need to learn to trust people, you know? But when you lose ten years...listen to me. You probably have many things that you could be doing that are far more interesting than listening to a girl rant about her life."
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Post by Tinem Shotenth Gonum on May 14, 2009 15:22:23 GMT -5
He looked over at her and smiled a bit, his eyes almost chuckling. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. As they walked, he started making simple signs for her. His ship was struck by an asteroid, then crashed. He was stuck here. He looked over and his eyes smiled at her, trying to show he didn't mind it. He liked talking to people. Learning about their culture. He looked around then back at her, making a motion asking how far it was.
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Post by indar on May 14, 2009 18:44:03 GMT -5
Visser Five was here on an Empire mission. He was among the Empire's only Andalite-Controllers, and even then, no Andalite had seen the face he concealed behind the lights when he had hailed or been hailed. He was known as the "Faceless Abomination."
And all those on the Red Nova had died, aside from the other two Andalites that were infested, that he hadn't seen since.
The ship he used had been captured; it was slightly larger than an Andalite fighter, but similar in build and tipped with the ever-so-symbolic tail weapon. He cloaked it, and landed it near the beach. It momentarily flickered as he stepped out daintily as Andalites do.
Luckily, he'd have a human morph, if he needed to blend in. And it might have been necessary, if Indar didn't mind the sand. He liked having his tailblade.
He began to walk. It wasn't too long before he noticed the human woman, and something the likes of which neither he nor his hosts, current and prior, had ever seen. Curiously, he moved towards them, tail at the ready but semi-low to show he was merely on alert. <Hello,> he said, calmly.
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Post by Michelle Orden on May 14, 2009 19:34:13 GMT -5
She smiled sadly. "I'm so sorry," she said, putting her hand on his for a second and squeezing it to show she was sympathetic. She was glad that she was able to pick up on his simple signs. "It's not fa--Hi." She stopped talking and walking, looking at the Andalite. She was starting to pick up on Michelle's habits, and her hand dropped to where her gun was kept at her belt. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Tinem Shotenth Gonum on May 14, 2009 20:30:27 GMT -5
Tinem smiled softly as she expressed her sympathy, then his tail blade lift in alert as another Andalite walked into view of his stalk eyes. He turned and took a prepared stance as the other male neared. He didn't know why, but he didn't quite trust this creature, though it was another of his species. There was something intangible that just made Tinem uneasy. He didn't sign anything or say anything, he just watched warily.
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Post by indar on May 15, 2009 1:32:10 GMT -5
{Maybe they will kill us,} thought Himuran hopefully. {Not likely,} Indar replied. {I am a good actor.}
One stalk-eye was upon the woman's gun, and the other on the...thing's blade. He had no honest clue what that was, but it appeared to be related to an Andalite. <I am Himuran-Semitur-Thamit.>
((Himuran is the spitting image of his father ALloran, I recalled.))
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Post by Michelle Orden on May 15, 2009 12:40:46 GMT -5
"Semitur...You wouldn't happen to be related to Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, would you?" The Andalite looked almost exactly like Alloran, the old Visser Three's host. She had no idea what had happened to the other Andalite, but somehow it just never seemed terribly important to her, especially after spending ten years in suspended animation.
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Post by Tinem Shotenth Gonum on May 15, 2009 17:33:00 GMT -5
Tinem's eyes narrowed and his blade raised higher. He would never trust the family of the abomination. Especially his child. It was all too easy for them to infest a young Andalite. There was only one way to test. So far only Yeerks seemed to be immune to his Terror Voice, as his superiors called it. He opened his mind to the other Andalite and spoke privately. <How do we know we can trust you?> Now he would know. If he responded normally, he would know this creature was a Yeerk. If he broke down in terror, either he wasn't infested, or the Yeerk was very good at following what his host felt.
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Post by indar on May 15, 2009 23:04:02 GMT -5
<That is true,> Indar replied, to the human. Then, the – whatever it was - Andalite-esque thing, sent him a thought-message. Indar had a façade to keep up, so when Himuran keeled in horror, he did as well, falling to the ground on his side. <What are you?> he asked in utter shock and horror, drawing upon Himuran’s feelings. It wasn’t hard; Indar was confused as well. And he was now afraid, now that he was lying on his side.
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Post by Michelle Orden on May 19, 2009 15:06:08 GMT -5
A frown creased Nichole's features. "Are you all right?" she asked, stepping towards the Andalite. But something told her to keep her distance, even though he had fallen on his side.
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