[color=007236] -Booting system, please wait...- -System booted, please give a valid command...- -Opening file...-[/color] [3:10, Date unknown.] It took Lalna quite a long time to realize his situation that he was in, and when he was given the note to meet the others after school by the trail, he almost thought he was crazy, thought this was all a crazy dream. This has been crazy, for he has actually met real aliens, by aliens he always knew existed but never thought he would meet. And to top it all off, he was given some odd powers, to save the world of some sort of other alien who wants to destroy the world as we know it and enslave the population? This is insane, but he knows there must be some sort of logical explanation. So, when he gets the note in school, when the bell rings, he gets out of class and, putting on his odd custom helmet looking like a futuristic space-helmet, hops on his odd motorcycle looking to be some mess of some science-fiction hover-bike, almost copying the Delorian style but running pretty much like a motorcycle, as he revs the engine and heads to the back of the school, dodging students and narrowly avoiding crashing into the school. The air fills with the smell of burning ethanol and other burning alcohols, as he cruises to a stop at the group. [color=0072bc]"Hello fellow Humans, I have arrived... I guess this was not a dream like I thought it was... Either that or we had a mass hallucination, which could be logical... This is totally illogical, how could this happen to a poor, undeserving species like us... This is crazy, this defies all logic! This is not typical science, this is witchcraft!"[/color] He says aloud, wittering on as he enters the group, sounding like the mad scientist he is. [color=0072bc]"Oh, sorry 'bout my rant... Just had to get that off my chest... But if this ability is real, then we are like the transformers, but who can transform into any organic life-form This is an exciting new skill, and could be excellent for research! However, we must not forget that the world will go to hell if we do not do anything... So we must fight, we must become the Daleks and [color=9e0b0f]exterminate[/color] the Yeerks, whatever they are!"[/color] He says, breathing heavily after his long spiel, being a man of many words and giving a long spiel when a sentence will suffice. He rubs the back of his furry neck, and his tail seems to be wagging slightly. He stands on one foot impatiently, leaning against his motorcycle.