~Lydia Belagua

Thanks a lot for the reviews, you and everyone, okay, since you ask I'll tell you, I think…I think, I have something planned for Abby. She's on Earth. But that's all I'm saying.

Chapter Forty-two

Time elapsed since boarding;: 8:22

Sixkiller looked smug and arrogant.

The Andalites on screen looked like they just digested dead grass.

Beside her Zohare, controlling Alloran. To the Andalites he was Visser Three.

And soon, I will become Visser one. Zohare gloated, I'll become an even bigger slap to your faces.

Sixkiller said, "it's too late to go back on your word, War Prince Suleman. I will give the Yeerks Andalite morphing technology," she paced at leisure, "I am a grand keeper of my word…just like the infamous Andalite integrity. I have had…so much to look up to."

She planted a sweet smile on her face, it caused Zohare's Andalite hearts to beat faster. "Aren't I smart for such an inferior creature?"

Zohare wondered if it was wise of Sixkiller to antagonize Suleman, his eyes looked ready to pop.

You are behaving foolishly. Prince Asculan-Semitur-Langor spat, the nastier looking Andalite who stood beside Suleman. Do you think you or your race will gain anything from giving the Yeerks Andalite technology?!

"Ah, yes. And no." Sixkiller said bluntly, "I wouldn't gain anything, my race would gain nothing, but you see, the situation on Earth is quite hopeless, I was wishing that you would kindly divert your fleet to…assisting us but you chose to ignore me. Now. You must know something about me, and it's this; if I wouldn't gain anything then neither would you."

You're condemning other races as well as your to slavery!

Sixkiller laughed, "then it would be your turn next. What's it with you people? Can't the almighty Andalites handle a fair fight?" her eyes narrowed dangerously, "or was the universe mistaken for calling you almighty?"

Asculan's face turned a darker shade of blue, if he was human and as old as he was now; spit would have rained down on the screen as he thundered his angry words, are you so ignorant and naive, human, that you would doubt the Andalite's strength?!

"No I wouldn't, show me some strength first then give me time to doubt it."

Zohare spewed out laughter as he caught the Andalite's expressions.

Hilarious. Sixkiller was talking down the Andalites and they were licking up every word she spit at them.

It took every ounce of self-control that Suleman had to manage to restrain his friend from haphazard lashing out at the screen and to stop himself from screaming out every obscene word he could think of.

Instead, with whatever dignity he had left, he said tightly. I must conferee with my officers before I can give you my final word.

"I'm sure you do."

There was a pause.

Daintily, Sixkiller said, "Need anything else?"

Asculan said, Bring back the vecol, we're talking through him next time.

The screen went blank.

Brief silence as the pair exchanged looks.

There was a loud explosion of laughter.

Sixkiller collapsed to the ground crying out tears of delight, "Did- did- you see. His. His Face!?"

Zohare was laughing as well, but not as madly as Sixiller's hyena like shrieks. His laughter was heard in her head alone. I thought his eyes were going to pop out!

"Could have boiled an egg on his head." Sixkiller gasped through tears of frenzied pleasure, "with all that smoke blowing out."

He chocked on his last words.

A renewed roar of laughter escaped from Sixkiller's mouth, "Bring the vecol!."

Sixkiller's laughter turned into a series of gasps then, she stopped and uttered a long sigh.

What?

"Must have been years since I last laughed like that. My back is sore. My stomach is sore."

Are you alright? Zohare asked in a more serious tone. He had caught her bloodshot eyes.

Sixkiller, still on the ground, leaned against the bulkhead, closed her eyes "a pain I sort of enjoy."

Let me see-

Sixkiller brushed his fingers away from her face. "Reminds me of-" her ecstatic countenance turned sour. She sighed. Got up.

Of what?

"Nothing. Forget it."

No, really.

"I was going to say my brother." Sixkiller shook her head, "Forget I even mention this, okay?"

You miss them, don't you? Zohare asked Sixkiller and he noted her reaction sadly.

"Always." Sixkiller looked wistfully at the distance, "there are some things you just can't change."

Zohare felt sorry for his friend.

"Come on," Sixkiller said good naturedly –or what passed as being good natured for her- "let's quit fooling around." She snickered. "We've got a universe to conquer."

And Andalites to intimidate.

"That guy Asculan probably used one of is fellows as a punching bag to blow the steam out." Sixkiller said as she went back to updating the systems. "He lacks self control."

Yes. He does.

"So." Sixkiller said loudly, "What are you going to do with Hector."

Zohare shrugged.

"You didn't throw him in with the rest of the prisoners, did you?" Sixkiller didn't look up from her work.

There was no answer.

"Well, did you?" Sixkiller glanced up at Zohare, "Damn it Zohare! Get him out of there! The last thing I need is the Animorphs figuring out my weaknesses."

Zohare galloped off to undo his deliberate mistake.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Sixkiller muttered. "Never send an alien to do a 'man's job."

And by 'man' she meant human.

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