Oct 26, 2011 21:45
[Anyone who can read Andalite faces will realize Ax looks very grave, worry clear in his eyes. It is a habit ingrained from his training to be alert for possible dangers at all times, but now, when the danger is much more than merely possible, only his main eyes are fixed on the Forge. His stalk eyes are occupied with scanning the landscape beyond the windows of the manor, and are not still for even a moment.]
< If you cannot reach the Alliance safehouses, do not hesitate to come here or contact me. I, or someone else, can help you. We are quite well-defended. >
[He sends out the coordinates. He is reasonably certain the attacking forces have neither access to the Forge network nor the sophistication required to use it, and at any rate, he would feel terrible if anyone failed to reach safety because they had to ask for the location and await an answer. He is about to conclude the transmission when he remembers that people might not recognize his real body.]
< This is Aximili, in case you are more familiar with my human form. >
simon tam,
!aximili-esgarrouth-isthill