The Andalites slump awkwardly to the floor, bumping off the walls as they go. The Controller in the doorway lifts his hands, but as his eyes dart between the fallen guards and the empty-seeming room he relaxes slowly. The calculation's visible in his expression. The Andalites must have hit a trap. Perhaps he can get away before he's blamed...
"Close the door, Yaheen." Telrim makes it an order. When he jumps and looks suspicious instead of hopping to it, she adds sharply, "Now!"
"Telrim." He keys the damaged door shut, almost laughing in relief and astonishment. "What- how?"
The other Controller's already back at the console. She is glad to see him, which is why there's a carefully measured bit of patience in her voice as she goes on. "I brought help. And yes, we're cloaked, so watch where you step. Now secure the Andalites' weapons. Mikoto, Regulus, keep him covered."
Yaheen obediently bends to retrieve the Andalites' Shredders before he realises those aren't Yeerk names. "...What kind of help is this?"
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Date: 2015-02-22 07:08 pm (UTC)"Close the door, Yaheen." Telrim makes it an order. When he jumps and looks suspicious instead of hopping to it, she adds sharply, "Now!"
"Telrim." He keys the damaged door shut, almost laughing in relief and astonishment. "What- how?"
The other Controller's already back at the console. She is glad to see him, which is why there's a carefully measured bit of patience in her voice as she goes on. "I brought help. And yes, we're cloaked, so watch where you step. Now secure the Andalites' weapons. Mikoto, Regulus, keep him covered."
Yaheen obediently bends to retrieve the Andalites' Shredders before he realises those aren't Yeerk names. "...What kind of help is this?"