Marco stood near the Garibah tree, just in front of the maze, his arms crossed as he kept an eye out for Tom. He couldn't see the others, but he knew they were there ( Read more... )

It had taken some doing to convince Ax not to immediately hunt down Prince Jake's older brother and bludgeon him unconscious when Tobias told him that he was awake and infested on board. But once Tobias had managed it, Ax insisted that Elfangor be brought into their conspiracy. Not that he doubted Marco's ability to trick the Controller of course, ( Read more... )

At the Garibah tree, something unusual was happening. For one thing, Marco had decided to visit, and he never bothered with the tree unless he needed to talk to Ax or Tobias. For another thing, Marco had a rather odd object with him.

Somehow, Marco had managed to find a birdie perch. And not just any birdie perch. It was quite possibly the most ( Read more... )

Marco was lying on the grass under the Andalite tree, looking as if he'd just decided at random to plop himself down there. Though, if you could look closely enough, you'd be able to see him frowning, just a little, at the tree. This wasn't the best place for meetings. Too open. Too visible. Too much chance of someone just wondering by and ( Read more... )

Marco found the city to be an odd place. Well, everything on this ship was odd. But the hodge-podge nature of the city had it's own special brand of weirdness. It reminded him of the Nartec City, with their collection of ships and technology from various periods in history. Which was really unnerving, since the Nartec had also stuffed and preserved ( Read more... )

Ax stood alone on the grass surrounding the Garibah that Stacy had abducted from his homeworld. The ship lacked the sunrise he needed to properly perform the morning ritual, but he had decided that the Garibah would make a more than adequate substitute.

< From the water that gave birth to us, > he began, dipping his right forehoof into the dish of ( Read more... )

After having her injuries--as superficial as they were--treated in the medbay, Lyta had gone immediately to get some much needed sleep. Her encounter with the inquisitor in the sensorium had been grueling, nerve-wracking and painful. She'd suffered a multitude of bruises, several lacerations and one of her ribs had been cracked. However, she had ( Read more... )

"And here is the edge of The City, where we have actual real-life toilets that don't look like those plants that eat bugs ( Read more... )

The place was massive, there was no denying that. And despite her time on the Vorlon homeworld, and her service to the Vorlon Ambassador Kosh, Lyta couldn't help but to be impressed. Granted, there were parts of the ship--Stacy, as she called herself--that were unsettling, some downright terrifying, but then there were places like this, the city ( Read more... )