There is one with just one orca in it.
Five pigeons land on the glass edge of the tank.
Ax is silent for a moment, then says, <My brother was a great warrior. Beloved by his cousins and feared by his enemies. I do not understand why he gave you the ability to morph - it is never done - but it seems like he has.>
<Well,> says Bella, <Elfangor morphboxed us all, and we kept the box and added Charlie since then.>
<How do you ensure that someone you wish to "add" is not a Controller?> asks Ax suspiciously.
<I'm Bella and Andi's father,> Charlie clarifies.
"Oh - Aximili - can you understand English?" Andi asks when she's almost done, pitch-black hair sprouting from her head and assuming its usual color like a bizarre salon product commercial.
<I have a translation implant. It has this language already,> says Ax, demorphing and wading out of the water onto the beach. He shakes his hooves once he's out of the surf and standing all four on sand.
"I don't suppose there are a bunch more of those in a box in your Dome that we could go and get?" asks Bella.
"So hey," says Trouble, "is there a limit on the number of morphs you can acquire?"
"Okay, new modus operandi is acquire everything you can get your hands on, and Ax - can we call you that? - can teach us the mixing-DNA-thing and then Trouble can combine a few people and be able to go out in public and Charlie can too and we won't be impersonating anyone specific - we should all have 'generic human' morphs, I'll brainstorm situations where we can quietly acquire people especially if they're asleep and won't notice the sedative effect."
<Ax is fine,> says Ax, <if it is easier to produce with mouth-sounds. I will do my best to teach the Frolis maneuver but I still have not tried it myself. It only works with multiple individuals of a single species.> He shifts his weight a little. <Who is your prince?>