Fic: Animorphs: Sing the Azures: Chapter 2 - Crayak
Crayak
The sensors of my vessel came alive as we approached the galaxy, waking me slowly from my long sleep. I had chosen this place as my destination for the variety of signals emanating from it, promising a vast array of potential entertainments.
Plus, it was a spiral galaxy. I found the arrangement oddly pleasing.
I checked the sensors. Yes, those signals were still there, trailing it like a comet.
I had come a long way from the galaxy called Fa-Nah by most of its residents, It was an utterly pedantic name that meant something like “The Great Disk.” The Gnosans, perhaps the most powerful and certainly the most obnoxious citizens of that galaxy, had been responsible for seeing to it that I left it permanently. If they held anything approaching the amount of wisdom they claimed, they would have destroyed me instead, but apparently they had no concern about what happened far from their home. Or perhaps they couldn’t destroy me. They had repulsed me from the outer edges of Fa-Nah, threatening reduction to single molecules should I ever return, but if they meant to destroy me, why the warning? They claimed to be beyond base violence, but if that was the case, why the threat? I had spent much of the beginning of my journey ruminating on these questions, debating with myself over whether or not to return and formulating at least a dozen potential plans of revenge on the Gnosans.
In the end, I decided against it. The Gnosans were no fun, anyway.
I pulled out of Z-space and wandered the edge of this new galaxy, deciphering signals and languages and pondering what action to take first. A servant entered my chamber, offering a platter of meat. He had waited perhaps a hundred years to do his duty while I was in hibernation. I examined both the servant and the meat, considering, and decided the servant looked more appetizing.
As I picked my teeth with the shards of his femur, I continued to decipher signal readouts. This galaxy had nothing like the organization of my old home, none of the great super-governments, like the Federation of Inner Fa-Nah, reigning over dozens of systems. Each planet was largely on its own. This offered the potential for many small games, but nothing like the last, large game I had come to enjoy in my home galaxy.
Perhaps I had made a mistake in coming here. I was beginning to believe so, steeling myself for another long hibernation before arriving at another potential disappointment when I noticed a bizarre energy signature coming from the fourth planet of what would be an otherwise unremarkable yellow star. I leaned forward, my eye nearly sinking into the hologram. Whatever it was appeared to be bending time, yet it didn’t have the huge gravitation of a black hole. Then the signature would disappear, continuing to flicker in and out at random. Was there something wrong with the sensors? I switched to another readout, one that would pick up another spectrum of signals. The thing, whatever it was, had enormous energy! The fusion of a dozen stars couldn’t match it. That planet ought to be burning, or imploding on itself, or anything other than sitting there innocuously with a significant but unremarkable number of lifeforms inhabiting it.
I had to know what it was. More than that, I had to possess it.
> Chapter 3 - Toomin
The sensors of my vessel came alive as we approached the galaxy, waking me slowly from my long sleep. I had chosen this place as my destination for the variety of signals emanating from it, promising a vast array of potential entertainments.
Plus, it was a spiral galaxy. I found the arrangement oddly pleasing.
I checked the sensors. Yes, those signals were still there, trailing it like a comet.
I had come a long way from the galaxy called Fa-Nah by most of its residents, It was an utterly pedantic name that meant something like “The Great Disk.” The Gnosans, perhaps the most powerful and certainly the most obnoxious citizens of that galaxy, had been responsible for seeing to it that I left it permanently. If they held anything approaching the amount of wisdom they claimed, they would have destroyed me instead, but apparently they had no concern about what happened far from their home. Or perhaps they couldn’t destroy me. They had repulsed me from the outer edges of Fa-Nah, threatening reduction to single molecules should I ever return, but if they meant to destroy me, why the warning? They claimed to be beyond base violence, but if that was the case, why the threat? I had spent much of the beginning of my journey ruminating on these questions, debating with myself over whether or not to return and formulating at least a dozen potential plans of revenge on the Gnosans.
In the end, I decided against it. The Gnosans were no fun, anyway.
I pulled out of Z-space and wandered the edge of this new galaxy, deciphering signals and languages and pondering what action to take first. A servant entered my chamber, offering a platter of meat. He had waited perhaps a hundred years to do his duty while I was in hibernation. I examined both the servant and the meat, considering, and decided the servant looked more appetizing.
As I picked my teeth with the shards of his femur, I continued to decipher signal readouts. This galaxy had nothing like the organization of my old home, none of the great super-governments, like the Federation of Inner Fa-Nah, reigning over dozens of systems. Each planet was largely on its own. This offered the potential for many small games, but nothing like the last, large game I had come to enjoy in my home galaxy.
Perhaps I had made a mistake in coming here. I was beginning to believe so, steeling myself for another long hibernation before arriving at another potential disappointment when I noticed a bizarre energy signature coming from the fourth planet of what would be an otherwise unremarkable yellow star. I leaned forward, my eye nearly sinking into the hologram. Whatever it was appeared to be bending time, yet it didn’t have the huge gravitation of a black hole. Then the signature would disappear, continuing to flicker in and out at random. Was there something wrong with the sensors? I switched to another readout, one that would pick up another spectrum of signals. The thing, whatever it was, had enormous energy! The fusion of a dozen stars couldn’t match it. That planet ought to be burning, or imploding on itself, or anything other than sitting there innocuously with a significant but unremarkable number of lifeforms inhabiting it.
I had to know what it was. More than that, I had to possess it.
> Chapter 3 - Toomin