Rachel Berenson (
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You take it with you. See ya.
Sender: Rachel
To: Everyone
Which: Passive dream recording
Warnings: Death, blood, child soldiers, serious injuries. Nothing in great detail, but still present..
The environment is sterile. Artificial. She recognizes the interior of a spaceship, but it barely registers to her. All she sees are enemies. Targets. Humans and aliens alike, the lead human barely more than a teenager himself, all concentrating on a viewscreen on the far wall. All oblivious to her presence until she’s nearly finished the transformation into a grizzly bear. Only then does one of them see her and yell the word “Animorph!”
And Rachel’s thought-speak voice, cocky as ever, replies <That’s right, genius: Animorph.>
The bear charges for the leader, barreling into him and knocking him across the room. A burst of light- a laser of some sort- hits her shoulder, but the assault on the boy doesn’t relent until he manages, with great difficulty, to slip past her.
Other animals have emerged from the humans and aliens around her then. Two lionesses, a polar bear, a buffalo- the boy she was after turned into a cobra. Outnumbered five to one, and yet they’re all waiting for her to make the first move.
<Well? Scared? You should be.> She sounds like she’s laughing as she says it.
She charges, and everything goes to hell.
A confusing jumble of violence and chaos. The polar bear goes down first, retreats. The buffalo keeps charging her, but she refuses to stay down. The lions both latch onto her, teeth and claws sinking in to try and drag her to the floor. Another voice, from somebody on the screen, keeps yelling a name, but she can’t respond. The screaming voices begin to blur together, the boy on the screen and the boy in the snake’s body, as she tries to fight against the menagerie arrayed against her. It’s not until a different voice speaks- a voice that those in Reverein might recognize.
<Rachel!>
<Help me, Tobias.>
<I can’t, I->
Urgently, she cuts him off.
<Help me get him! Help me get him!>
Another jumble of voices- directions from Tobias, a swipe of her blood-stained paw, and the snake is impaled, screaming, begging the other boy on the screen for mercy.
<Jake! Stop her!>
And then she bites down on his head, and he stops moving, stops speaking.
Everything gets blurry after that, dimly visible as she struggles to become human again despite the fog of her wounds. And then, once she is, once she spits the broken cobra skull out of her human mouth, she realizes it’s over. An ordinary human, surrounded still- polar bear, buffalo, lionesses. She can’t fight them. She doesn’t have to. She got the job done.
She looks at the screen. Tobias is there- human now. Crying. She tries to smile for him.
“I love you.”
Behind her, a voice says <You fought well, Rachel.> A young man’s voice. The voice from the screen. The wrong voice.
Jake’s voice.
Confused, she turns back around to see a Siberian tiger standing where the polar bear had been, swiping a massive paw at her head.
To: Everyone
Which: Passive dream recording
Warnings: Death, blood, child soldiers, serious injuries. Nothing in great detail, but still present..
The environment is sterile. Artificial. She recognizes the interior of a spaceship, but it barely registers to her. All she sees are enemies. Targets. Humans and aliens alike, the lead human barely more than a teenager himself, all concentrating on a viewscreen on the far wall. All oblivious to her presence until she’s nearly finished the transformation into a grizzly bear. Only then does one of them see her and yell the word “Animorph!”
And Rachel’s thought-speak voice, cocky as ever, replies <That’s right, genius: Animorph.>
The bear charges for the leader, barreling into him and knocking him across the room. A burst of light- a laser of some sort- hits her shoulder, but the assault on the boy doesn’t relent until he manages, with great difficulty, to slip past her.
Other animals have emerged from the humans and aliens around her then. Two lionesses, a polar bear, a buffalo- the boy she was after turned into a cobra. Outnumbered five to one, and yet they’re all waiting for her to make the first move.
<Well? Scared? You should be.> She sounds like she’s laughing as she says it.
She charges, and everything goes to hell.
A confusing jumble of violence and chaos. The polar bear goes down first, retreats. The buffalo keeps charging her, but she refuses to stay down. The lions both latch onto her, teeth and claws sinking in to try and drag her to the floor. Another voice, from somebody on the screen, keeps yelling a name, but she can’t respond. The screaming voices begin to blur together, the boy on the screen and the boy in the snake’s body, as she tries to fight against the menagerie arrayed against her. It’s not until a different voice speaks- a voice that those in Reverein might recognize.
<Rachel!>
<Help me, Tobias.>
<I can’t, I->
Urgently, she cuts him off.
<Help me get him! Help me get him!>
Another jumble of voices- directions from Tobias, a swipe of her blood-stained paw, and the snake is impaled, screaming, begging the other boy on the screen for mercy.
<Jake! Stop her!>
And then she bites down on his head, and he stops moving, stops speaking.
Everything gets blurry after that, dimly visible as she struggles to become human again despite the fog of her wounds. And then, once she is, once she spits the broken cobra skull out of her human mouth, she realizes it’s over. An ordinary human, surrounded still- polar bear, buffalo, lionesses. She can’t fight them. She doesn’t have to. She got the job done.
She looks at the screen. Tobias is there- human now. Crying. She tries to smile for him.
“I love you.”
Behind her, a voice says <You fought well, Rachel.> A young man’s voice. The voice from the screen. The wrong voice.
Jake’s voice.
Confused, she turns back around to see a Siberian tiger standing where the polar bear had been, swiping a massive paw at her head.
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[His ‘voice’ is a little shaky as he flutters over to her bed.]
<… Guess it’s your turn to share.>
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[Yeah, that was a blatant lie, and it sounded like one. Ugh.]
It's- it's not a big deal.
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[He really likes her, but this is a part of her that does frustrate him even if he knows he does it too.]
<... It'll be easier if you just tell me. You know there's nothing we can't face together.>
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And more annoyingly, he had a point.]
It's not like you can do anything about it now anyway. And I wouldn't want you to. It was the only way.
[...She sighs and sits up in the bed, rubbing at one eye.]
... Obviously it wasn't really Jake. But... yeah. The rest happened.
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[War is hell. War will always be hell.]
<Jake would never.>
[Unless he got Yeerk'd again, but... yeah. If he were in human morph he'd be staring blankly at her. As it is he just feels numb and jumbled up. How... how is he supposed to deal with this? How is he supposed to go on, knowing that Rachel's dead?]
[He doesn't care about her any less, but the room feels suddenly cold like a ghost's walked through the space. The silence stretches on and on. He's barely breathing - practically frozen in fear.]
[Finally, finally he speaks up again.]
<I hope ->
[His voice breaks off, shaky even in thought-speech.]
<I hope it was as painless and quick as possible. I'm... I'm so sorry I couldn't be there. ... It should have been me instead of you.>
[Sure, Rachel was their fiercest fighter - but Rachel also had family who cared about her. He didn't have anyone. He was disposable. She wasn't.]
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SEEMS LIKE A GOOD /WRAP sorry I've been so slow.
Sender: Maedhros
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[Wait.]
I mean, it didn't happen at all.
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[Sigh. No. Try again.]
Sorry. Look, it's not a big deal. I promise. But thanks.
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Sender: Helga Pataki
You know Bird Boy, huh? So are you Bear Belle in real life or just in the dream?
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"Bird Boy" has a name. If you don't know it, maybe don't act so comfortable with him or with me.
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I only asked because I thought Bir [Oh, fine.] Tobias came solo, so I'm surprised he has friends. Well, you sure seem made for each other.
[Pot, meet kettle.]
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So glad you approve.
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1/2
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Sender: Cid Highwind
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[See? Look at her. Unbothered. Thriving. Her crops are watered and her skin is nourished. Y e p.]
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[Look how glib and unbothered she is. It's fine. She's fiiiiiine.]
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Sender: Husk
Does shit like that happen to you all the time?
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[How many times do you need to die for it to stick, really?]
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So you can... transform into different animals? Never knew any human that had that ability.
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[She's already been pretty open about the morphing thing since she got here- once she died, she figured it wasn't really an issue anymore- but it still feels weird just discussing this with a stranger.]
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Sender: Reaper
[He can already make an accurate guess, but he wants to see it in writing or avoided to confirm his opinion.]
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[Nope. She's a totally untrained learned-on-the-fly child soldier. Isn't that so much better?]
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Roped in due to being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We got the skillset later.
But it was us or nobody. We did what we had to.
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