DISCLAIMER: I do not own Animorphs, etc. K.A. Applegate holds that honor.

Hello everyone! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Quillian.

I mainly did stuff for the Harry Potter fandom, but I removed all my stuff off of FFN after some of the recent decisions they made. I essentially refrained from using this site to post my work ever again, but after my old Animorphs interest reawakened and I looked into the fanfiction for that on this site, I decided to take a small trip back, in order to gain an audience and some readers, as well as fulfill some obligations and promises to other people by posting my work here.

I've read plenty of post-series Animorphs fanfics, and it seems I'm not the only one somewhat put out by Applegate's cliffhanger conclusion. However, it is my theory that she wanted to leave it for our imaginations to decide the rest. So, I am giving things a try by writing my own story. There is no real plot in this story alone, but things merely progress, hence this story's title. However, I plan for one to come after it, in which things should get interesting…

My inspiration has been by writers such as Kharina, Anifan1, Scorpion, Blue Dragon, Shane C., lilyofthevalley, Edriss, Anonymous-cat, Tyrsis, Korean Pearl, LilManiac, LittleMidgett, Pharrells Girl, and others. I would like to thank them and plenty of other people for inspiring me so. But credit also goes largely to K.A. Applegate herself for starting it all.

The Progression

By Quillian

"Story have no end… Stories go on." –Jara Hamee, The Hork-Bajir Chronicles
CHAPTER 1

My name is Jake.

"Full emergency power to the engines. Ram the Blade ship."

I had just given the orders to initiate the battle between my allies and The One, which would culminate in an outcome which no one could have ever anticipated.

After ramming them (which caused some damage to us, but not too seriously), we hastily docked with them and burst onto the ship.

I gave the instructions to Tobias, Menderash and Santorelli to find Ax and bring him back, while Marco, Jeanne and I fought our way to the helm to take control of the Blade ship.

It had been – what, six years? – since I had started fighting Yeerks and other evil aliens, and yet I just did the same routine as usual: Come up with a plan, give out the orders, and jump into battle.

I guess that some things changed, and some things never would.

Inch by inch, strike by strike, the three of us fought or way up to the helm of the ship.

Marco and Jeanne covered for me while I morphed into the tiger once again.

The portal opened –

And something lunged at me with a mighty roar.

The polar bear.

The blasted Yeerk that had killed Rachel.

Anger coursed through my veins, and I hissed at this rival just as he spoke to me in thought-speech.

(Jake the Yeerk Killer, what an honor this is. My name is Alam 606. I believed I killed that berserker cousin of yours… Rachel, was it? I am pleased to say that you shall be joining her shortly…)

(You first, Yeerk!) Iscreamed in thought-speak, the anger seemingly amplified by the tiger roar that went with it.

She swiped at me, and he missed… But she hit the door panel in the process, causing it to shut down and be stuck.

I fought one of the fiercest battles in my life, against this evil Yeerk. Both of us fought like demons, neither of us gaining much ground. And since both of us were fueled by vengeance, neither of us were going to back down.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity later, the Yeerk made a fatal mistake. In what she thought to be a killer swipe, she instead smashed a control panel, electrocuting herself in the process. As the Yeerk back, scorched and slightly smoking, I went for the kill.

I struck. Again and again, I struck at her, until there was more red than white on her polar bear body. With one final lunged, I swiped at her face –

(This is for you, Rachel.)

–And took her down.

Wheezing terribly, she staggered up. (You think you've won, human? Guess again. Happy trails in hell!)

With the last of her strength, the Yeerk slammed her giant polar bear paw down on an ominous-looking button.

Just as I started demorphing, alarms and lights went off, and alien numerals flashed on the screen.

A self-destruct mechanism. Why was I not surprised?

Cursing under my breath as I finished demorphing, I looked around and found a Dracon beam. Picking it up, I aimed at the door which was still jammed closed, and fired.

TSEW!

Marco and Jeanne were still waiting for me, human and alien bodies all around them. "Menderash says he's got Ax-man, so come on, let's get out of here!" Marco yelled at me over the alarms

"I'm way ahead of you!" I yelled back over all the noise and confusion as the three of us hurried back. I didn't know how much time we had left, but I knew it was not wise to waste so much as half a second in returning to the Rachel and getting out of there.

Menderash, Santorelli and Tobias were all waiting there for me, and we detached from the Blade ship and zoomed away.

But obviously not fast enough.

A blinding explosion from behind us rocked the ship, throwing us out of our seats and all about. I tried to regain control, but when incoming debris hit us from behind, that was when things truly spun out of control.

After hitting my head against the bulkhead, I blacked out.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: So how's that for a start?

Note about Alam 606: Want to know where I got the idea for her name? It's Latin word mala, meaning "evil" (nominative singular) spelled backwards… and as for the number designation, I had first considered using "666," but then thought that would be silly or something. So, instead, I alluded to that infamous command from Star Wars Episode III, Revenge of the Sith: "Execute Order 66."

Next part is where Jake gets a visit from someone long-gone… –Quillian