Post by Suji on Aug 2, 2010 0:42:44 GMT -5
Begin Log: 0001
May, 2007
Sometimes I remember.
Sometimes I remember that this is not the way that things were meant to be. There’s an itch in the back of my mind, a place that you can only scratch in a nightmare. Things are not what they should be. Something tells me I’ve felt this before, but the memory of it -- if it’s really a memory at all -- is too dim, too far away. I can brush my fingers against it, but I can never quite grasp it.
This is not how things should be.
But it’s how they are.
We lost. We fought as hard as we could, but we lost the war. We were too few, too slow, too weak. In the end, we were just kids with a couple of parlor room tricks stacked against an enemy that outgunned us by impossible measures. Of course we lost. Of course.
So why does it always feel like somewhere, somehow, we won?
I’m alone now. I have memories of my friends dying, of the Andalites giving up on Earth. I begged for more Morphing Cubes, and they obliged. Which doesn’t make any sense. The Andalites practically committed genocide against the Hork Bajir when they knew the race was going to be enslaved by the Empire. Why would they leave Earth alive and whole? Why would they risk their most precious technology by giving me more of the Cubes? I wasn’t anyone’s leader. I wasn’t even Ax, one of their own.
But those are my memories, and they have to be true, because I have the Cubes. I have them, and now I have to do something so cruel that it's hard for me to bear thinking about it: find more people, warriors, and train them. I’m supposed to place a burden on their shoulders that will crush them. Some will last longer than others, but in the end, the war breaks everyone.
I must ask others to live though the Hell that I watched burn up my childhood, my best friend, my first love. They’ll do it, too. For different reasons, they’ll accept. All those Rachels and Marcos and Tobias’ and Jakes, they’ll willingly enlist. Then the war will eat them alive.
And even knowing what will happen to them, I have to do it. I must. I can’t condemn the human race to slavery. Sacrifice a few to save many, as Jake would say.
But God, I am not Jake.
I will do what I can. I have no choice. Humanity must be fought for, is worth fighting for.
My name is Cassie, and I’m the leader of the free world.
For whatever that's worth.End Log: 0001
Animorphs is a science fiction series of young adult books written by K. A. Applegate and published by Scholastic. Five human teenagers and one alien obtain the ability to morph into any animal they touch via alien technology. Using their ability, they battle a secret infiltration of Earth by the Yeerks, a parasitic species that can infest and take over the body of another being.
The teenagers, who call themselves the Animorphs, fight a secret guerilla war for three years against a vastly superior force... and win.
In this RP, however, the timeline has been altered.
Cassie, the only remaining original Animorph, came into the possession of Morphing Cubes; the technology that enables a person to have the morphing power. With these, she has spent years recruiting teenagers and young adults to help fight a guerilla war against the Yeerk Empire. Modelled after her own experience fighting alongside her old comrades, the Animorphs were dispatched in small groups -- or “Factions” -- of roughly 4-8 individuals.
In the beginning, the Factions were localized primarily in major cities across the United States. Though there were only a handful of them to start, that number grew quickly over the course of roughly two years. Two major events, the destruction of the Hoover Dam project and the “cleansing” of Dallas city, turned the tide in the United States. While the East Coast was still ground zero of the Yeerk invasion and its most heavily occupied area, the Empire’s power over the mid-West and West Coast became destabilized.
Witnessing the catastrophic toll of human slavery, as well as the Animorphs’ unarguable victories, Cassie realized it was time to spread the resistance beyond the United States and Canada. The Academy was created to help train future recruits, something that there were no resources for when she first started seeking out potential soldiers and leaders. Recruits, mostly teenagers and young adults, were brought in from across the world. One thing was for sure: the fight for humanity could not stop at continental borders.
