Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul had been many things over his rather odd and disjointed life. But one of the things he had been best at, was being a pilot. There will be some under his thought-speak breath muttering about how primitive the controls are. But once he figured out how to work around the seat that is inevitably in his way, he'd be impressive at the so-called primitive controls.
But you might ask why was the seat in his way and wait, thought-speak? What? Elfangor, being an Andalite, had no mouth. So they communicate mentally by means of something called thought-speak. Hearing voices in your head? You might be crazy. Or you might be hearing an Andalite or other morph-capable species. What is an Andalite? Well, picture a centaur whose horse half is actually closer to being a deer. The back slopes gradually down to a thick tail tipped in a sharp blade, like someone made a manticore more dangerous. His humanoid upper body was fairly fit, but his arms were thin and weak compared to a human's, and each hand had seven fingers. His face had no mouth, which was why they could not speak using mouth-sounds in their normal forms. He had, instead of a nose, three narrow slit. His main eyes were more or less human looking. But atop his head on stalks that were like a flexible version of a giraffe's ossicones, rested another set of eyes. Those eyes kept moving to keep an eye on the ship around him while his main eyes were focused on the read outs.
< We have reached the ideal speed for this mission. You may relax until it is time for descent, > he informed those in with him.
Team Three - Part 1 Elfangor had landed the ship and had minced around on his delicate hooves to help unload the animals. He seemed to have a touch with the first one he handled. It calmed right down. He considered the remaining ones with a read facing stalk eye. He might do the same to the others, unless they proved willing to go peacefully to their new homes......
Making your own fun - garden car Have you noticed the odd blue alien on the train? Well, possibly not. He'd been spending time in his human form where he could, to make moving easier. But at the moment he was in the garden car, running as best he could in such close quarters, across the grass. He liked eating as a human well enough. Taste was WONDERFUL. But he was born an Andalite. He needed to run. He kept his dangerous tail arched up over his head, tail blade above and between his eyestalks.
Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul | Animorphs | Spoilers |trying hard to keep the 1st person spirit in 3rd.
Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul had been many things over his rather odd and disjointed life. But one of the things he had been best at, was being a pilot. There will be some under his thought-speak breath muttering about how primitive the controls are. But once he figured out how to work around the seat that is inevitably in his way, he'd be impressive at the so-called primitive controls.
But you might ask why was the seat in his way and wait, thought-speak? What? Elfangor, being an Andalite, had no mouth. So they communicate mentally by means of something called thought-speak. Hearing voices in your head? You might be crazy. Or you might be hearing an Andalite or other morph-capable species. What is an Andalite? Well, picture a centaur whose horse half is actually closer to being a deer. The back slopes gradually down to a thick tail tipped in a sharp blade, like someone made a manticore more dangerous. His humanoid upper body was fairly fit, but his arms were thin and weak compared to a human's, and each hand had seven fingers. His face had no mouth, which was why they could not speak using mouth-sounds in their normal forms. He had, instead of a nose, three narrow slit. His main eyes were more or less human looking. But atop his head on stalks that were like a flexible version of a giraffe's ossicones, rested another set of eyes. Those eyes kept moving to keep an eye on the ship around him while his main eyes were focused on the read outs.
< We have reached the ideal speed for this mission. You may relax until it is time for descent, > he informed those in with him.
Team Three - Part 1
Elfangor had landed the ship and had minced around on his delicate hooves to help unload the animals. He seemed to have a touch with the first one he handled. It calmed right down. He considered the remaining ones with a read facing stalk eye. He might do the same to the others, unless they proved willing to go peacefully to their new homes......
Making your own fun - garden car
Have you noticed the odd blue alien on the train? Well, possibly not. He'd been spending time in his human form where he could, to make moving easier. But at the moment he was in the garden car, running as best he could in such close quarters, across the grass. He liked eating as a human well enough. Taste was WONDERFUL. But he was born an Andalite. He needed to run. He kept his dangerous tail arched up over his head, tail blade above and between his eyestalks.