The Ellimist Chronicles (Animorphs)
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an addition to the Animorphs series by Katherine Applegate.
assisting in the installation of the last few docks. It was the two of us, and a female with the chosen name of Jicklet. Jicklet was essential crew — fifth technician. She knew what, she was doing but unlike lots of people who are experts, she wasn't impatient with our relative stupidity. "It's the whole point of nonessential crew," she explained, tightening a collar down till the adhesive oozed. "You're here to learn a little of everything. That way we'll always have backup. Okay, now you,
could be of some use examining the Capasin. I found the hatch and the release. Sky! I moved with deliberate slowness to exit the death trap. If I allowed myself to feel panic then like Lackofa, I'd never come back. Once outside I saw that the Polars had killed momentum and were nearly stopped. They were maintaining station and half a dozen of their people were racing toward the EmCee. I beat wing and reached the main perch minutes ahead of them. Farsight would want my report first before having
command here. Aguella, you're with me. Memm to Lackofa and Jicklet to join us. And memm Third Officer Deeved to take sensor station here." Menno nodded. I had called his bluff. I'd demonstrated that I was sufficiently confident to leave him in charge. At least as long as I brought Deeved to the perch as well. Deeved was third officer, a Tropical. He was no ally of mine, but he despised Menno. Menno wouldn't get away with anything while Deeved was around. I hated the atmosphere of suspicion and
AgueIla. "Aguella. My love." "Toomin?" 67 "Yes." "Am I alive?" "Do you think? Do you see? Do you sense?" “I…” I could see her dead body, see her through the sun-dappled water. See her through a passing cloud of neon-green fish. "My memories, all…" she said. "I feel you, Toomin. Only you. Alive, but . . . what is happening?" So many years, how could my heart still tear apart? How could the pain still be so fresh? "You live in my memory, Aguella. But now, here, in this place, you live only when
grow eight yards, radial." We didn't care. I didn't, anyway. Maybe Aguella or Wormer did, they're both Violets. The Speaker went on. "There are seven days left before the Dance By of our own beloved home, with the Polar Orbit High Crystal. As most of you know, this is an event that takes 14 place only once in every nineteen years. Free flights will be scheduled in half-intervals to allow the largest number of people to meet and mingle with our brothers and sisters of the Polar Orbit High." I