Galactamorphs

Part I: Animals!

The battle that followed the dramatic entrance of the renegades had been pure chaos: controllers of every race—Hork-Bajir, Taxxon and Human made up the majority—firing their Dracon Beams at what appeared to be every corner of the room as the renegades took on five or six controllers each, and Sarphon and his guard watched idly by, deciding that now was not the time for them to strike…yet. Olivia and I stood beside the Councillor, unsure of whether or not to join the battle; joining the renegades would doubtlessly blow our cover—making any attempt at the element of surprise futile—but helping the Yeerks, the very parasites that now controlled my home planet, would put the renegades at an obvious disadvantage. I looked at Olivia nervously, hoping that she had some sort of plan; instead she shrugged and remained silent, watching the battle unfold.

The renegades seemed perfectly capable of holding their own, as they did not seem to be in any immediate danger at the time, but luck has a nasty habit of changing, and there was still the threat of Sarphon's guard to consider. My attention kept shifting from one side of the Blade Ship, from the mass of Taxxon and Hork-Bajir bodies currently attacking the two Andalite warriors, to the Lion that had just maimed a Human Controller. I then turned my attention to Sarphon 016, who smiled arrogantly as Yeerk and renegade fought to the bloody death. I was really trying to read his thoughts, to see if his facial expression would give a hint to as when he would summon the small horde of demons currently jumping and panting behind his back, but I saw nothing.

The lion had just taken down a rather large Hork-Bajir when it decided to take on Sarphon, apparently indifferent to Sarphon's guard. The lion seemed to have been communicating with Sarphon, judging by the way it paced back and forth in front of the indifferent controller, but I couldn't hear their thought speech.

"We must fight." The Councillor said, watching his subordinates fight the rebels below. "I will take on the Andalites. You and your servant will attack the lion."

"Your will is my command, sire." Sandria said.

I grabbed the Dracon Beam that hung from the hilt of my belt, and I followed my Hork-Bajir comrade into the bloody battlefield below, ducking under stray Dracon fire that missed one of the renegades, and leaping over the corpses of the newly dead; the stench had not yet been present, but blood poured through fresh wounds like water from a spout.

"Can you get a clear shot of Sarphon?" I shouted to Olivia, who did not seem to be running towards Sarphon. "Olivia, stop!"

Olivia threw a human controller out of the way and ran towards Sub-Visser Seven, who had been busy with the Taxxon renegade. I would have followed the girl, but I suddenly found myself at the mercy of a 500 pound lion.

((Visser Thirty-One…I am very pleased to meet you, after all this time!)) The lion stared down at me, glaring with its yellow eyes. I don't know how it managed to do it—perhaps he had been much more skilled at morphing than any of the Bates sisters—but it looked as though the lion was…smiling at me…almost grinning… ((You will not believe how difficult it has been to track you down…but here we are, guests in your humble abode…I apologize if my entourage and I are being…discreet, but we have some business to attend to…))

"Listen, it's not what it looks like…" I gasped beneath the lion. The weight of the jungle cat strained my breathing, and I feared that it would crack every bone in my body. "Just give me a chance to explain…"

((Yea…I don't see that happening.)) The lion laughed. He turned to Sarphon, who continued to stare at the two of us as though he had been watching a hilarious episode of Seinfeld. ((Are you ready to make a wager, Sarphon?))

"Why on Earth would I do that?" he asked, smiling calmly. "If you want to kill her, go ahead…I don't really care much for the Vissers of the Empire…they always seem to disappoint me…"

((David, I don't know if we'll be able to hold them off any longer!)) a voice said from somewhere on the battlefield.

"You can't stay, then?" Sarphon asked in mock disappointment. "Too bad. I was just about to get my guard to join in…perhaps it's not too late…"

Sarphon turned to the members of his guard, that sadistic smile still etched upon his smug face, and jerked his head to the right. The demon-like beasts made a noise in unison, and leapt forward, each running in a different direction. The lion that had me at its mercy growled in what I took to be annoyance, and jumped at the manticore-like creature. I was now free, albeit sore from the weight of the massive jungle cat. I maintained a firm grip on my Dracon Beam and turned away from the ever smiling Sarphon, whose eyes stared at me with a disturbing curiosity. I followed the lion.

Tseeewwww!

I shot at a Taxxon that had been eating away at the Hork-Bajir I recognized as Zar. The Taxxon stared down at me, as though it has been confused by this sudden turn in events. I feared that it would eventually discover that I was not really the Visser, so I shot the beast repeatedly until it lay on the floor of the Blade Ship, motionless. The Hork-Bajir beneath the dead Taxxon stared up at me with pained eyes and it looked as though it wanted to say something to me, so I leaned closer to her.

"David…" Olivia whispered hoarsely. "David…"

"Olivia, you've got to demorph, quickly!" I said, shaking her violently. "I can't do this without you!"

"David…" she whispered a second time, never breaking her gaze. "Sandria..."

"You want me to get Sandria?" I asked, leaning forward. "What do you want me to do?"

"Kill…" she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Kill…"

"Do you want me to kill Sandria?" I asked desperately.

"Me…" she choked. Her body twitched in a short spasm and she gasped for breath. I looked down to see that there had been very little of her torso left. "Kill me…" she gasped.

I withdrew my hold from Olivia's dying body and backed away, slowly. I stared at her, watching one of my comrade's die; surely she would join Fletcher, Zar and Elias in whatever afterlife awaited her, and I was unsure of whether I pitied the girl or envied her. I'll tell you what didn't happen though: I didn't kill Olivia. No, I let one of the Taxxon controllers finish her off. Why? Because I had been too cowardly to take the life of a person who did not want to live any longer; a person who lost too much in this war, and tired of continuing the fight.

I stood a few feet away from the horrified, and no doubt pain stricken Olivia Bates, as a Taxxon—perhaps the largest I had ever seen—devoured her Hork-Bajir form. And just as I turned to leave the Taxxon to its small feast, I noticed something strange: the nine-foot beast had been staring at me the entire time, even as it devoured Olivia Bates…

((David…we're losing out here!)) Someone cried. ((We have to get out of here!))

((Hang on, I want a souvenir!))

A lion appeared from behind, wearing that menacing grin upon its jungle cat face, staring at me with its yellow eyes.

((It would be a shame if we were to leave without you, Visser.)) The lion laughed in my head. ((I am really going to enjoy this…))

Tseeewwww!

The lion fell back, but had been far from severely injured. The Councillor stood by my side, pointing the Dracon Beam at the golden jungle cat with a look of the utmost hatred blaring in his eyes. "I will not rest until I have murdered you, beast!" the Councillor growled. "And then, I will deal with Deltrix!"

"Greeeaaaaaaaaalllllgggg!"

The humanoid with cannons for arms jumped at the Councillor, uttering a cry that tortured the eardrums and tore away at the brain. The Councillor, not expecting the creature to have attacked him—and really had no reason to expect the creature to attack— fell back beneath the weight of the beast. The lion turned its attention to me.

"I'm on your side!" I cried. "Please…give me a chance!"

((It's funny…I've heard that before, and I will not fall for it a third time!))

((David, hang on!)) A woman cried. Her voice, whomever she had been, was so shrill at that moment that both the lion and I turned in surprise; the nine-foot Taxxon was making its way towards us, slithering on the smooth chrome floor of the Blade Ship. When it finally did reach us, it placed itself in between the lion and me, apparently protecting me from the vicious jungle cat. ((I dare you, kitty-cat, make a move!))

"Maria Louise?" I cried in surprise and relief.

((The one and the same…more or less…)) she muttered. ((Seems like you've gotten yourself in a bind…need some help?))

"I am really not sure." I laughed. "I don't know which side I'm on at the moment…"

((David, let's go!))

The Two Andalite soldiers leapt to the lion's side, bearing fresh wounds from battle. Behind the two blue centaur-like beings had been a Hork-Bajir—who appeared to be talking into the microphone of a headset placed around her skull—and a Taxxon that was not nearly as massive as Maria Louise. And we all seemed to huddle together…apparently confused and outnumbered on the enemy Blade Ship, and Sarphon's guard seemed to be closing in on us.

((Do you think we can make the window?)) One of the renegades asked.

"We will have to act quickly" the Hork-Bajir said, turning her back on the lion. "And when I mean quickly I mean light speed!"

((We're outnumbered, my Prince.)) Another one of the renegades said, slightly worried. ((Shall we fight to the death, as your people would say?))

((I'm not exactly big on dying today, Ax-man.)) The lion said. ((This will be one of the few occasions where running is the smart decision, agreed?"

One of the Andalites, looking significantly younger than his comrade, nodded at the golden lion. The Hork-Bajir looked nervously towards the demonic members of Sarphon's guard, drawing nearer to us with ever second step. Meanwhile, the Councillor was still fighting the humanoid soldier with the cannons for hands, and he had not been doing very well; the Councillor's face was covered in fresh wounds, and one of his legs had been missing.

((Are they coming with us?))

((I'm not sure…)) The lion said, staring at Maria Louise and me. ((If she was the real Visser, she would have shot by now…but then again, I've been wrong before…))

"We don't have time to think about it!" the Hork-Bajir growled. It grabbed me by the waist and looked at Maria Louise. "Can you understand me, Taxxon?"

((I've far more capable of understanding the English language than you, Hork-Bajir.)) Maria Louise snarled, visibly insulted. ((I'm a nothlit.))

((They are coming closer, my Prince.)) The young Andalite—Ax-man I think the lion called him.

((Alright! You—Taxxon!)) The Lion snapped. ((Are you willing to cooperate?)) Maria Louise nodded but said nothing. ((Perfect. Toby will handle the Visser. Let's go!))

"What about the Councillor?" I asked, pointing towards the wounded warrior, still struggling to kill Sarphon's demonic solider.

((Does it look like we'll be able to take on that thing?)) The Lion asked, shooting me a look with his yellow eyes.

"David, the window!" the Hork-Bajir cried, pointing to the chrome platform behind the lion. It began to glow.

"My friends and I risked everything to get this guy!" I snapped. "You guys can go if you want, but I'm going to kill him!"

The lion looked at me for a few seconds. ((Dammit, I like her attitude!)) he laughed. ((You guys get to that portal. I'll take on the Councillor.))

((I will help you, my Prince.)) The young Andalite said proudly.

((No, Ax.)) The Lion shook his mane. ((I want every last one of you on that platform. Arbron can stay, but you and Alloran need to get back to the Ship!)) The young Andalite stared at his leader. ((That's and order, Aximili.))

((Don't be stupid, boy!)) The eldest Andalite grunted, grabbing his subordinate. ((Listen to your Prince!))

Reluctantly, the Andalites followed the Hork-Bajir onto the platform, and within mere seconds they vanished.

((I'm staying.)) Maria Louise said. ((I have a score to settle!))

((Perfect, I love settling old scores.)) The lion joked. ((Which one do you want to take, the super-human beast with death traps for arms, or what's left over of the Councillor?))

((The death trap.)) Maria Louise said. ((I like a challenge.))

((I like her style, David.)) The Taxxon—Arbron—laughed. ((I guess that means that I'll be taking the Councillor.))

((Alright, let's get this over with, before the window closes.))

The four of us, the most unlikely of heroes, charged at the two warriors—one, an ambitious Yeerk controller, whose loyalty to the Empire had never seemed to waver, and the other was an insane creature from a distant planet, currently employed by the abomination, Sarphon 016. The humanoid—or deathtrap as my comrades preferred—didn't seem to anticipate an attack from behind, so naturally it wouldn't have seen a 500 pound lion and a nine foot Taxxon!

Neither Maria Louise, nor the lion seemed to think that they would have successfully killed the humanoid; they just wanted to buy some time.

The Councillor looked up at the two of us, weakly; his remaining eye shifted lazily from me to Arbron, unsure of whom to trust. He made a grunting noise with his mouth.

"Councillor, you must come with me." I said softly, leaning over to speak to the wounded, and possibly dying, Hork-Bajir. "We must cooperate with the renegades."

"Fool….I'd rather die!" the Councillor spat.

"You will die." I assured him. "But Sarphon will make sure that you die a dishonourable death. Sire, it makes sense for us to follow the renegades."

"I will not!" he choked. "You may as well leave me here!"

"Sire, if you stay here, Sarphon will be able to convince the Council to abandon the Empire." I said. "Would you want your Empire to fall to the hands of a traitor?"

The Councillor looked up at me as though he had been weighing out the options: staying on the doom Blade Ship meant the possibility of death and utter humiliation at the hands of the treasonous Sarphon 016—the one being the Councillor may hate more than any other in the galaxy—or, he could go against everything he and his race stood for and cooperate with the enemy.

"Help me up then…let's go!" he growled, struggling to get to his feet. "Go on then, renegade, help me!"

((My pleasure, I'm sure.)) Arbron muttered.

We dragged the wounded Councillor onto the platform. Maria Louise and the renegade leader abandoned their opponent and ran towards the window. The humanoid looked at the group of us and howled. We didn't hear the worst of the creature's inhuman cries. We had already left the Blade Ship.

Part II: Asteria

We appeared to be on a second Blade Ship, though this one had not been filled with controllers, a sadistic traitor, and five or six demonic warriors from the deepest corners of the universe. Instead, I found the same two Andalites, the Hork-Bajir, and a man of twenty-five or so, standing in the center of the Blade Ship's bridge. They looked at us, unsurprised by our sudden arrival, and came to our aid immediately. The Councillor, not being too fond of his current situation—being at the mercy of his worst enemies—but seemed grateful to have escaped the hands of the humanoid…or something close enough to being grateful. The Councillor fell to his knees, obviously having suffered a great deal during the battle, and mumbled something to the Hork-Bajir.

"He says he wants to rest." The Hork-Bajir said to the Lion. "What do you want me to do?"

The lion didn't answer immediately. His body seemed to be changing before our very eyes: his lion's face and mane morphing into the features of a human male; his eyes were no longer yellow, but a soft blue; his mane, while retaining some of its gold colour, withdrew into the male's skull; his snout became a human nose and his jaw had been replaced by that of a man's; the rest of his body followed, though the transformation took a great deal of time. Eventually, after all of the bone crunching and slurping noises that followed the morphing process, a five-foot-ten blonde male, dressed in black stood before us, apparently the only other human on board the ship.

"I'll take him to cell block A…but I think Alloran should accompany me…I don't want him to try anything…" the man said, staring at the Councillor. "On your feet Yeerk, let's go." The leader said, nudging at the wounded alien. The Councillor didn't even try to attack the renegade leader, he just sat there and took the human's abuse, not that he had much of a choice. The aged Andalite walked over to his Prince and the Councillor, holding a shredder in his hand. The Councillor looked up at the Andalite, mumbled some words that I could not hear, and got his feet. The Councillor walked to the end of the bridge with the Andalite and the human trailing behind him.

"You managed to get a hold of the Visser?" the other male said, visibly impressed. He looked a bit like the other man, though the resemblance was very slight; they could have been brothers. This man's hair was brown, not blonde, and his eyes were hazel. He had been relatively similar in height to the other male, but he had not been as physically fit as his comrade.

"We're not so sure that she is the Visser." The Hork-Bajir replied, looking at me suspiciously. "Do you think her host escaped?"

((I doubt it)) the Taxxon said, eyeing me with its hideous jelly eyes. ((She seems to think that she's on our side.))

((It's Yeerk filth!)) The young Andalite snarled. ((We should kill it now!))

"Easy there, Aximili." The Hork-Bajir said, calmly. "Let's hear her out."

"Well…" I said, coughing to clear my throat. "I'm not the Visser…and I'm not a Yeerk…I'm part of a division of the Resistance based in New York…my team and I sort of had our hands full…we were betrayed…it's a long, long story."

"So you were the one we were supposed to save?" the Hork-Bajir asked.

"Saved me?" I repeated.

"We got a distress signal from New York." The Hork-Bajir said. "There was some trouble down in the Yeerk Pool Complex. We were told by a reliable source that you and your friends were put on the Blade Ship of Visser Thirty-One."

((Reliable source?)) Maria Louise repeated. ((The only person who knew we were on that ship was Leeds…he's not exactly reliable.))

((We were contacted by a member of the Chee.)) Arbron said.

"Erek!" I cried, not intending to sound too excited.

"That's the one." The Hork-Bajir nodded. "Anyways, we managed to track the ship just as it had left Earth's atmosphere. We've been trailing it ever since."

"But we didn't expect Sarphon to be there too." The second human said bitterly. "I should have gone."

((If you went, the Yeerks would have definitely killed you.)) Arbron muttered. ((They really want you dead, Dallas.))

"I would have died honourably." Dallas mumbled. "At least then I would be useful."

((I have a question.)) Aximili asked. ((How did you manage to acquire the body of Visser Thirty-One, if you are not a Yeerk or a controller?))

"That is also a long story." I mumbled. "I haven't exactly gotten much sleep over the last two days…do you guys have a place for us to sleep?"

((I would like to hear this long story.)) Aximili insisted.

((And I would like to know some things about you!)) Maria Louise retorted. ((For starters, where are we?))

"You're in safe hands." Dallas assured. "If you are friends, that is."

"This is the Ship, Asteria." The Hork-Bajir answered.

"And who are you guys?" I asked. "Are you the Animorphs?"

That seemed to get a slight chuckle from most of the people in the room, excluding Maria Louise and I.

"The Animorphs haven't existed for eight years." Dallas laughed. "I'd like to think of us as…an extension of the original group."

"We are called the Galactamorphs by our leader." The Hork-Bajir continued. "We're a group of aliens that were once associated with the Animorphs…before they disbanded."

((Though, many members of the original line up are still alive.)) Arbron added. ((David, of course, was chosen by Tobias…Tobias was the leader back then…))

((I too served Prince David and Prince Tobias.)) Aximili said proudly. ((I am the younger brother of Prince Elfangor.))

((He says the name as though we're familiar with it.)) Maria Louise grunted.

((Elfangor was the greatest warrior of the Andalite race.)) Aximili said, insulted by our ignorance. ((He gave Prince Tobias the ability to morph when the war began. And it was Tobias who created the Animorphs.))

((Tobias is something of a nephew to Aximili.)) Arbron said. ((Though, we Andalites do not have a notion of such a status…))

((Andalite?)) I repeated. ((You're an Andalite?))

((Well…I was born an Andalite.)) Arbron said, sadly. I didn't need much of an explanation. ((I knew Elfangor before I was a nothlit…he was a good warrior…a brave soldier…the best in the galaxy.))

"My name is Toby." The Hork-Bajir said. "I am a Hork-Bajir seer. I led the Hork-Bajir resistance on Earth…David felt that my talents were needed in space…so I joined the group he christened, the Galactamorphs."

((It seems like a strange name for a group of warriors.))Maria Louise said. ((And here I thought Animorphs had been an odd name.))

"The name was Tobias' idea." The renegade leader—David, they called him—said, re-entering the room with the elder Andalite.

"We were just trying to make your guests feel at home, David." Dallas said. "You've done a poor job. You were never hospitable; remember what you did to the Chapman house?"

"Melissa didn't seem to mind." David shrugged. "Her father was the one complaining."

((Have you interrogated the human yet?)) Alloran asked, his four Andalite eyes staring at me with the utmost contempt.

((There's no reason for interrogation, Alloran.)) Arbron assured his Andalite friend. ((They were the humans Visser Thirty-One imprisoned on her ship.))

((Why are they still in morph?)) Alloran asked, eyeing Maria Louise. ((And how did this human acquire the DNA of Visser Thirty-One?))

"It's a long story." I repeated.

((I can't demorph.)) Maria Louise replied, darkly.

((Another nothlit!)) Alloran said, annoyed. ((We need morph capable soldiers in this war!))

"What about you?" Toby asked. "Why haven't you demorphed yet?"

"Well…." I began.

((Prince David, we're getting a message from Earth.)) Aximili said, turning to the ship's view screen. ((I am accepting the transmission.))

Part III: Kamikaze Pilots

The image of a thin, blonde hair woman appeared on the screen, and judging by the nervous expression on the woman's face, I could tell that she was not about to deliver good news. She didn't speak to David immediately, but looked down on us with a worried look in her eyes. She did not seem to be on a ship, but some sort of sitting room of a house; there was a fire place in the background, and a neat coffee table placed behind the woman. This woman was dressed in layers, wearing an attractive winter coat and a pair of brown boots, which meant that it was very cold wherever she was based. Finally, after looking at the group of us nervously, the woman spoke,

"We're not doing very well down here, David." The woman said anxiously. "Erek has just delivered a progress report from New York…David…the Yeerks have taken control of New York!"

"I see…" was all the man said in response. He did not scream or burst out in panic like this woman had done, nor did he seem to be the least bit bothered by this most devastating of news; the Yeerks had just taken over a very important city, perhaps one of the last remaining free cities on the planet, and yet he stood there looking as though the woman had just thrown an obvious fact his way. "And what about the Animal preserves?"

"Destroyed!" she cried out into tears. "David, there's nothing left of the place…all of the animals were slaughtered!"

((What about the Taxxon colony?)) Arbron asked.

"Every living thing was slaughtered or burned, Arbron!" the woman shouted. "There's nothing but hot ash and metal."

"How did the Yeerks get in?" Toby asked. "Did they use force?"

"No, somebody gave them the password!" the woman cried.

Uh oh…

"Melissa, you have to calm down, darling." Dallas said tenderly. "It's a minor setback, but the Yeerks will pay…I swear to it."

"They're taking over everywhere, Dallas!" Mellissa said, doubtfully. "New York is gone…soon there will be controllers all over the place!"

((I want to know how the Yeerks managed to get the password." Aximili wondered aloud.

"A member of the resistance could have been captured." Toby suggested. "If they're a controller, then the Yeerks would have access to that information…but not a lot of the resistance has ever seen the preserves…"

"I think that's our fault…" I said, chancing a look at my Taxxon comrade. "One of our friends had been infested with out our knowledge…and we were double crossed…" I sighed, and began to tell the Galactamorphs about the Alternamorphs raid of the Yeerk Pool Complex: how Leeds had planned the whole thing; how we met Elias during the Yeerk's attack on Free New York; how Leeds had been in contact with the Yeerks for weeks before the raid; how the Alternamorphs were captured, imprisoned and tortured accordingly by Leeds and the Visser; and how I managed to kill Dana/Visser Thirty-One, and my relationship with Dana in the past. Once I finished retelling the dreadful story— recalling the horrifying events that had taken place over the course of three or four days— the Galactamorphs stood silent; even Melissa, who had been crying through most of the telling of the story, had waited for me to continue. "…that's pretty much it…" I said, lamely.

"That's quite a story…" David said. "But how can we be sure that you're not lying?"

"You can't." I replied. "But you've got to trust me."

"David, we don't have much time." Melissa said. "We need a plan."

"Sounds like an idea." David muttered, sarcastically. "Does anyone have a plan?"

((We could call for some back up from my home world.)) Aximili suggested. ((Strength is in numbers, after all.))

((The Taxxons could help as well….)) Arbron added.

"Yes, and I'm sure the Hork-Bajir could help out too…" David said. "But mobilizing an army will just take up too much time…we don't have much time on our hands. Besides, we don't need another raid; those things never work out very well. We need something that will really hurt the Yeerks numbers…something that will lower morale…taking down a Kandrona would be the best option, but locating one would take far too much time."

"What about Tower Kandrona?" I asked.

"I don't think it generates Kandrona rays." David said, doubtfully. "I think it's more of a symbol than a defense mechanism…"

"Alright then…Kandrona rays are out then…" I muttered. "What about the Pool Ship?"

David looked at me sharply. "What about the Pool Ship?"

"While I was aboard the Visser's ship, I heard the Councillor say something to Sarphon 016 about a Pool Ship, and how its location was discovered by another Yeerk."

"And did the Councillor happen to mention the Pool Ship's location?" David asked, intrigued.

"Not from what I heard." I said. "But, from what Sarphon said, it doesn't seem too difficult to find."

"Well…I think I've got the beginnings of a plan forming in my noggin." David grinned. "Ax-man, Alloran, and Arbron—let's take a trip to the conference room…I've got a wild idea."

The group of aliens followed their fearless leader out of the bridge and disappeared from view. Dallas moaned once David was out of earshot, and Toby shook her head.

"What's up?" I asked. "Am I missing something?"

"David has a plan." Dallas groaned.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked.

Dallas and Toby exchanged glances, as though they were inviting the other to explain the situation.

"David's plans don't end well…" Melissa informed me. "He's…not right in the head when it comes to planning out a mission…he gets ideas…"

"Don't get me wrong," Dallas said. "David is a brilliant guy, and I have the utmost respect for him…but he's…"

"He's insane!" Toby cried.

((Give us an example of insane.)) Maria Louise said.

Dallas bit his lower lip before explaining; that should have been enough, but Maria Louise demanded more of an explanation.

"David isn't a very good pilot…" Dallas began. "He and Ax stole this ship from Visser One eight years ago…David realized that he now had a Blade Ship, and a great deal of Bug Fighters at his disposal…David's never been…safe, when it comes to power…" Dallas looked at Melissa and Toby for help.

"We had a mission a few years back." Toby said. "It was a raid on a Yeerk complex on the Taxxon world…David felt that there was only one way to destroy the complex…"

"What did he do?" I asked.

"Have you ever heard of a Kamikaze Pilot?" Melissa asked.