May 4, 2020 06:57
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editted question: Does anyone ever come looking for Tobias? I don't remember
Yeah. That's the book when we learn he's literally the son of the Andelite that gave everybody morph abilities; Visser 3 was trying to track said son down and Tobias only gets away because he keeps a straight face after months of living as a hawk and having not used those facial muscles in forever--after he gains his old human form as a morph via the Ellemist..
Yeah, that actually happened.
I remembered that Elfangor was his dad/Ax was his uncle, but not the rest of that spoiler at all. That's wild.
Now I can't remember if this actually happened in the books, or if it's something I made up, but do they ever do something like tie a controller up and basically starve the Yeerk out of them?
It's weird how little actually happens book per book (presumably, but we are on chapter 18 and last book had 20 so I figure they get rescued/escape here but that's it for this one too). It works in thread format where we just move to the next one right away but I wonder how this was received back then, seems like it would be easy for kids to loose interest between books.
Yes, they do.

My name is Tobias. A freak of nature. One of a kind.
I won't tell you my last name. I can't tell you my last name. Or the name of the city where I live. I want to tell you everything, but I can't give any clues to my true identity. Or the identity of the others. Everything I will tell you is true. I Know it's going to seem unbelievable, but believe it anyway.
I am Tobias. I'm a normal kid, I guess. Or used to be. I used to do okay in school. Not great, but not bad either. Just okay.
I guess I was a dweeb, kind of. Big, but not big enough to keep from getting picked on. I had blond hair, kind of wild because I could never get it to look right. My eyes were . . . what color were my eyes? It's only been a few weeks, and already I'm forgetting things about being human. I guess it doesn't matter, anyway. My eyes now are gold and brown. I have eyes that look fierce and angry all the time. I'm not always fierce or angry, but I look that way.
One afternoon, I was riding the thermals, the upswelling hot air. I rode them way up into the sky. The bottoms of low clouds, heavy with moisture, scudded just a few feet above me.
I looked down and focused my laserlike eyes. My fierce eyes, I could still read - I hadn't forgotten how to do that. I could see the big red-and-white sign that said: DEALIN' DAN HAWKE'S USED CARS.
I pressed my wings back, closer to my body, and began to fall.
Down, down, down! Faster. Faster!
I fell through the warm, early evening air like a rock. Like an artillery shell falling toward its target.
All was silent except for the sound of the air rushing over the tops of my wings. The ground came up at me. It came up like it was trying to hit me.
I saw the cage. It was no more than three feet on each side. In the cage was a hawk. A redtail.
Like me.
The man was close by. I recognized him because I had seen him on his TV commercials. He was Dealin' Dan Hawke. He owned the car dealership.
He was the one holding the hawk prisoner.
She was a mascot. On the commercials he called her Price-Cut Polly. It made me sick. It made me furious.
I saw the camera. There were three guys standing around. They would be shooting a live commercial soon. I didn't care.
Dealin' Dan went to the hawk's cage to feed her. It was locked with a bike-style combination lock. Four numbers. I could see them as he turned the combination. 8-1-2-5.
I was two hundred yards up, plummeting to earth at seventy miles an hour. But I could see the numbers as he turned them. And the human part of me, Tobias, could remember.
He opened the cage and tossed in some food. Then he closed it again and spun the lock. Brilliant lights came on. He was starting the commercial. It would be live on TV all over the area.
What I was planning was insane. That's what Marco would have said. It was one of his favorite words. Insane.
I didn't care.
A hawk was in a tiny cage, being used as a prop for some lowlife car dealer. That wasn't going to go on. Not if I could help it.
"Tseeeeeeeer!" I screamed.
Twenty feet from the ground, I opened my wings. The strain was terrible. I absorbed most of the momentum and used the rest for speed. I shot across the parked cars to the cage.
I landed on the bars and grabbed on with my talons.
I used the hook of my deadly sharp beak to click the first number into place.
"Hey! What the - " someone yelled.
The bright TV light focused right on me.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen in TV-land," Dealin' Dan yapped in surprise, "I guess we have a bird trying to break into our Price-Cut Polly's cage. Boys, you better shoo him away."
Yeah, right. Shoo me, I thought.
I clicked the second number. There were people coming for me. I saw a mechanic swinging a long steel wrench. But I wasn't going to leave without freeing this bird.
Hawks do not belong in cages. Hawks belong in the sky.
But they were all around me.
"Get him, Earl! Hit the thing!"
"Look out for that beak of his!"
"Maybe he's got rabies!"
WHAM!
The mechanic swung the wrench! It barely missed my head. I was dead if I didn't get some help. Fast.
<Rachel?> I cried silently with my mind. <Rachel? Now would be a good time!>
<Sorry! I missed the first bus. I just got here!> Her voice was in my head. We call it thoughtspeak. It's something we can do when we morph.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Help was on the way.
"HhhuuuurrHHHHEEEEEAAAAH!"
"What in the world was - " the mechanic cried.
I knew what it was. It was Rachel. Pretty, blond Rachel. Although right at the moment she wasn't pretty - impressive, but not pretty.
BOOM! Cr-u-u-u-nch!
"Oh. My. Lord," Dealin' Dan gasped. "Forget the bird! There's an elephant stomping over the convertibles!"
I would have smiled. If I'd had a mouth.
I finished turning the lock. I yanked open the cage door.
The hawk was wary. She was a true hawk, with only a hawk's mind and instincts to guide her. But she did know an open path to the sky when she saw one.
Out she came, in a rush of gray and brown and white feathers. She didn't know that I had freed her. That kind of concept was beyond her thinking. And she felt no gratitude.
But she flapped her wings and rose into the air.
Free.
And right then I had the strangest feeling. Like I should go with her. Like I should be with her.
<Can we get out of here now?> Rachel asked.
She was bellowing loudly, tossing her big trunk around and stomping various cars. Having a very good time, by elephant standards. But it was time for us to leave. For, Rachel to resume her human form.
I looked up again. I saw the sunlight shine through the hawk's red tail. She flew toward the setting sun.
One afternoon, I was riding the thermals, the upswelling hot air. I rode them way up into the sky. The bottoms of low clouds, heavy with moisture, scudded just a few feet above me.
Thanks to the series repeating this paragraph at least once per book, I've never forgotten what thermals are in my entire life.
semi-related: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sZuN0xXWLc
this is a trip, i read these as a kid and lost interest around the time they had a bunch of really transparent filler in the form of the tiny dudes, interested to see how this is 20 years down the line
Tobias and his hawk crush here.
Let's hope the series won't go weird with this.
Thanks to the series repeating this paragraph at least once per book, I've never forgotten what thermals are in my entire life.
Ahaha, so it wasn't just me! This series really cares about thermals.
While I think of it, do we ever get any info on how big the Yeerk and Andalite empires are? Tens of worlds, hundreds, half the galaxy?
I distinctly remember being eleven and catching a hint that the Yeerk empire isn't that huge, yet, and feeling absurdly relieved.
<Because there are so many, and they are so weak,> Visser Three sneered. <Billions of bodies! And they have no idea what's happening. With this many hosts we can spread throughout the universe, unstoppable! Billions of us. We'll have to build a thousand new Yeerk pools just to raise Yeerks for half this number of bodies
e; this also possibly hints at a reason why a human might work with the Yeerks now- even after the conquest is complete, there will be loads of non-controller humans while the Yeerks build their numbers. So you trade being controlled now, but in exchange you get freed (plus maybe some sort of reward or cushy position) later
While I think of it, do we ever get any info on how big the Yeerk and Andalite empires are? Tens of worlds, hundreds, half the galaxy?
I distinctly remember being eleven and catching a hint that the Yeerk empire isn't that huge, yet, and feeling absurdly relieved.
The series will go plenty weird, but not in the way you're afraid of.
That's making me curious to see what the setting would look like after the yeerk/animorph conflict is over. Like, are Humans with locally-built bug fighter clones going to dominate the galaxy through sheer weight of numbers?
This makes the Andalites' eventual plan to largely ignore the conflict on Earth before deciding to let the Yeerks congregate there and then glassing it from orbit make even more sense from a realpolitik perspective.
It kind of makes you wander what would happen if the Yeerks were mildly smart and went the V 2009 route of just blatantly rolling up to Earth and presenting themselves as “Hey, we’re your cool new alien companions, here’s a Power Point presentation on all the benefits having your very own Yeerk Companion* in your head has to offer. Step right up! Be the first family on your block to become a Yeerk Family today!” And also painted the Andalites with the blackest tar black brush they could and united humanity against a “common enemy”.
A legitimate human/Yeerk cooperative alliance would be honest to god terrifying because they’re functional the same thing in their ability to just rip through stuff like a buzz saw in terms of expansion and cooption. It would be the perfect distillation of all the best and the worst both races have to offer all at once.
<I hear sirens,> I said urgently.
<I hear them, too,> Rachel snapped. <I have ears the size of quilts. You think I can't hear them? I'm morphing as fast as I can.>
<I just hope it's real cops. Not Controllers.>
We had reached a patch of woods behind Dealin' Dan's car dealership. It was really just a few scruffy trees between the car place and a convenience store.
I watched from a low tree branch as Rachel morphed back to human again. If you've never seen someone morph, you have no idea just how incredibly weird it is.
When she began, she was a full-grown African elephant. Ten feet tall. Almost twice that from head to tail. She weighed at least six thousand pounds. I say "at least" because we've never exactly tried to stick her on the bathroom scale.
She had two curved tusks, each about as long as a child. And a trunk that dragged the ground when she walked and could pick up a big slashing, yelling, dangerously angry Hork-Bajir warrior and throw him twenty feet.
I'd seen her do it.
<Tobias, you could at least have waited till he was done broadcasting that commercial. Thousands of people saw that on TV! Thousands!>
<Most people will figure it was some kind of a stunt or a trick,> I said.
<Most people, maybe. But not Controllers. Any Controllers who happened to be watching will guess right away that we were not just animals.>
Controllers. There's a word you need to know. A Controller is anyone with a Yeerk in his head. Yeerks are alien parasites. They are evil little slugs who live in the bodies of other species and enslave them. All the Hork-Bajir are Controllers. So are the Taxxons.
So are more and more humans. Human-Controllers.
As I watched, Rachel began to shrink. The ropy tail was sucked up like a piece of spaghetti. Her trunk grew smaller.
Blond hair began to sprout from her massive gray forehead. Her eyes wandered across her face toward the middle. The vast leathery ears became pink and small and perfectly formed.
<The others are going to ream us out big time, aren't they?> I said.
<Oh, yes. I think we can count on that.>
<It was my idea. I'll take the blame.>
<Oh, shut up, Tobias. Stop being all noble. Besides, it was amazing fun stomping those cars!>
She was small enough now that she could stand on her hind legs. As she did, her front legs grew smooth and human. Her back legs lost their clunkiness and became her own long, coltish legs. Her morphing clothes, a skintight black leotard, emerged.
The tusks shlooped back into her mouth and divided into sparkling teeth. She was a very pretty girl, beautiful even, except that she still had a two-foot-long gray nose.
At last the trunk seemed to roll up and became a regular nose.
She was a girl again. Barefoot, because no one had figured out how to morph shoes. Her mouth was back to normal. She spoke in her normal voice, no longer in my head. Thoughtspeech is only for morphs.
"Okay, I'm back. Let's bail!"
The siren sounds were coming ever closer. <Head for the convenience store. I'll go up and look around.>
"I hope they have some flip-flops for sale in there," Rachel grumbled. "This shoe situation is a pain."
The elephant was gone. The girl had emerged.
See? I told you it would be hard to believe.
It began at a deserted construction site, when we found the crashed spaceship of an Andalite prince. He was the last surviving Andalite in our solar system. He and his fellow Andalites had fought a great battle to drive away the Yeerk mother ship.
They fought and lost.
And now the Yeerks are among us. And they are now trying to enslave the human race. Before he died at the hands of the Yeerk leader, a terrible creature called Visser Three, the Andalite gave us a great gift - and a great curse.
The gift was the power to morph. To absorb the DNA of any living animal and to become that animal. Never before had anyone but the Andalites themselves been given the power to morph. It meant a life of secrets. Of terrible danger.
The Yeerks think we are a small band of escaped Andalites. They know that morphs had attacked their Yeerk pool. They know that morphs had even infiltrated the home of one of their most important Controllers - Chapman.
But they don't know that we are just five normal human kids who'd been walking home from the mall one night.
Visser Three wants us caught or dead. Visser Three usually gets what he wants. But I was glad to fight the Yeerks. Maybe I just had less to lose than the others. Or maybe something about the lonely, defeated, yet courageous Andalite prince touched me so deeply that I could never regret fighting to settle the score.
But there has been a price to pay. You see, there is a limit on the power to morph. You must never remain in a morph for more than two hours. If you do, you are trapped.
Forever.
And that is the curse of the Andalite's gift.
That is why, when Rachel returned to her human body, I didn't.
It would take Rachel a while to get home on the bus. I traveled a little faster. So I had time to waste.
The sun was setting, and in my mind I could still picture the freed hawk heading into the sun. I hoped she had found a nice patch of forest to spend the night. That's what a red-tail likes: a nice tree branch with a clear view of a meadow full of little mice and rats and shrews and voles as they scurry below. That's how we . . . they . . . hunt.
I headed toward the tall buildings of downtown. I caught a beautiful thermal that billowed up the face of some skyscrapers. A thermal is like a big bubble of warm air. It rises beneath your wings and makes it effortless to just go soaring up and up.
I caught the thermal and went shooting up the side of the skyscraper like I was riding an elevator.
A lot of the offices were empty, since it was Saturday. But around the sixtieth floor I saw an old man looking out the window. Maybe he was some big, important businessman, I don't know. But when he saw me he smiled. He watched me soar up and away. And I knew he was jealous. I was half a mile up when I finally turned away from the sun and headed toward Rachel's house. The sun was going down. The moon just peeked over the rim of the world.
Then, I felt . . . I don't know how to describe it. It was in the air above me. Huge. Vast! Bigger than any jet.
I looked up. But there was nothing there.
And yet, I felt it in my heart. I knew it was up there. Coming toward me, but perhaps a mile higher than me.
I focused all the power of my hawk's eyes on the sky.
A ripple!
That's what it was. A ripple. Like the ripple you make throwing a stone into a calm pond. The faint twilight stars flickered as it passed by. The sun's light bent. And for Just a split second I was sure I could see . . . something.
But no. No. It was gone.
If it had ever really been there.
I tried to follow the hole in the sky, but it was moving too fast. I tried to see which way it was going. And where it had come from. It seemed to be moving away from the mountains and picking up speed.
But I lost it over the suburbs as it accelerated away.
I flew on to Rachel's house. I watched as she got off the bus far below me. The others, Jake, Marco, and Cassie, were all up in her room, waiting for us. I was not surprised.
<Hey, Rachel,> I said, floating above her.
She could only wave up at me. You can "hear" thought-speak when you're human, but you can't make thought-speech.
<I predict Marco's first words will be "Are you insane?"> I told Rachel.
She gave me a little wink.
Rachel went in through the front door. I flew in an open window. There we were, all together, the five of us: the Animorphs.
The other three of us must have seen the commercial and were not at all happy.
Marco started the conversation.
"Are you INSANE?!!" he said.


In terms of total size. we find out in Visser that humans outnumber other races by orders of magnitude. When Visser One reports to the Council of Thirteen that Earth contains almost 6 billion people, they mishear her and think she says 6 million, and that itself is enough to make it a high priority target. When they realize she said 6 billion, they don't believe it at first, because they can't imagine that many people on one world.
So far I have really loved how the kids have been shown to use morphing when they're not on a mission.
It's one of my favourite running gags of the first couple books. Jake constantly tells them not to do it, and everyone including Jake does it anyway.
let's be honest here, every 13 year old would have abused this even if they'd also gained the knowledge that there was a secret hellwar going on they'd just been unwillingly drafted into
let's be honest here, every 13 year old would have abused this even if they'd also gained the knowledge that there was a secret hellwar going on they'd just been unwillingly drafted into
There definitely is a later Tobias book where he at least obliquely considers shacking up with a lady hawk, though its more about whether he should just accept his fate as being a bird forever rather than diving too deep into furry (feather-y?) territory.
This makes the Andalites' eventual plan to largely ignore the conflict on Earth before deciding to let the Yeerks congregate there and then glassing it from orbit make even more sense from a realpolitik perspective.