The Ellimist Chronicles (Animorphs)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
an addition to the Animorphs series by Katherine Applegate.
short-lived. A swarm of Inner craft emerged from the primitive stealth-state that allowed them to hide from Jallian sensors. The Jallian ship fired again and again and annihilated five of the attackers, nearly a third of the total. But then the Inners fired. Their weapons were weaker. The Jallian ship did not blow apart. But the outer skin had been sliced open. Pressurized atmosphere blew out into space. And bodies, too. Writhing figures, helpless. I acted before thinking. Acted on pure instinct.
then there was the core fact that I was not playing against anyone. No opponent, just the game itself. The minimal move, then. If this were really a game I would simply alter the orbits of the two planets so that they did not pass so closely. Slow them down or speed them up to matching, opposite orbits. Put their sun between them. They lacked the technology to fight a war across those distances. But great as my powers were, they were not that great. And yet I could surely move an asteroid. Or
shrugged. Well, that was something different, at least. A change of routine. A chance to meet strangers and make cross-connections. I wasn't ready to propagate fortunately. So at least there'd be none of that pressure. None of us were old enough. Except maybe for Aguella. I glanced at her, watching to see her reaction to the announcement. Was she blushing? What a strange thought to imagine Aguella becoming a dam. Disturbing somehow. She looked nothing at all like my dam. far younger, for one
but you don't even have a faint chance of annoying me. Not today. I'm on the EmCee! We'll be crew together. I'm going!" "Oh that. Yes, I know." "How do you know? It can't be on the uninet yet. There's a mandated quarter-hour lag time for official announcements." The uninet was a relatively recent development, barely a hundred years old, and no one wanted to obsolete the Speakers and their traditions. Lackofa dosed his eyes. I accessed the uninet. No, the announcement wasn't on yet. Wait, here it
sparkling clouds of veiner pests. I looked back and saw my own home crystal. It looked very old-fashioned now, dull, compared with the radical Polar design that was now undeniably visible as an eventual airfoil. It made me a little defensive, I guess. Our home was larger, older, and I thought, more beautifully colored. But the Polar was the future, and that crunched. I searched the Polars themselves, looking for the artificially colored quills I'd heard about, but they seemed no different than