Animorphs/Temeraire cross (HDM optional)
Oooh boy. Well ain’t this fun.
“My Grandpa G is an aviator,” Jake told Tobias. “He’s retired. Lives in a cabin in the woods with his dragon Jael. We could tell them about the Yeerks. Then we’d have a dragon on our side.”
“Don’t you get it?” Tobias said. “We can’t tell anyone about the Yeerks. The Yeerks can infest those Hork-Bajir things. Why couldn’t they infest a dragon? All the dragon clans in California could be infiltrated.”
“Didn’t you say Elfangor told you they have to feed in a Yeerk pool every three days?” Jake said. “They live way out in the Sierra Nevada. There’s no way they go to a Pool every three days.”
“On dragonback? They could get to a Pool in Santa Barbara easy.” Jake felt his spirits drop. There really was no one they could turn to, was there? But Tobias’s eyes lit. “We could morph dragons, though. We’d kind of have to, if the Yeerks have dragon-Controllers.”
“Jael’s a courier-weight,” Jake said slowly. “But we could walk right into any pavilion in Santa Barbara. I’m sure any dragon would let us polish their scales for free.”
Meanwhile, in the Yeerk pool…
Jael stared miserably through the bars of her cage at Iskierka, the old Kazilik lounging on a pile of gold in the area of the Pool for voluntary Controllers. Her dear old Gareth was waiting for her back in his cabin, with no idea why she disappeared all the time without telling him where she was going, and this greedy old serpent joined up with her captors and got to have gold for it, too.
Iskierka caught the little courier staring and hissed. “If you want gold, you have to make bargains. I get to fight in exciting battles and win gold, and all just for having a little slug giving me orders that I want to follow anyway.”
“And what about your captain?” Jael said.
“Don’t you know what the modern dragons say these days? Dragons don’t need captains. We can do what we like. Anyway, Edriss 902 is my captain. She just happens to be a slug from outer space.” Iskierka lifted up a strange, terrifically sparkly rock in a possessive claw. “And she gives me jewels from outer space, too.”