Chapter Five

Chapter Five

"The Yeerks are backing off, and the psi crystal is in your people's hands, nursing it back to health. Now all that's left is to save the burning ball of granite we call Albia."

"Tassax isn't too happy. The many deaths that have happened are disappointing him. Hopefully, peace can be restored."

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The Yeerk fleet had been wiped out. And though I can't say we didn't suffer any casualties, the Yeerks lost everything, and with their defeat, also came their victory. They had burned and scarred our Homeworld.

With nothing to do at the moment, I sulked in my fighter, grieving for the so many deaths of the Confederacy. They were still our people, and now most of them were dead.

Rhazori scuttled up behind me, tapping at my hoof.

"Spalose, a message for you on the terminal."

I turned around and walked over, looking into the eyes of the War-King of the Confederacy, still alive, and saddened. Beaten. Defeated. With all four of his eyes cast down, he said, We would like to establish peace, and whole the Andalite Empire that has been torn up.

I nodded to him. I felt no threat or danger from this high officer. The Confederacy was no threat to us. We had saved them from genocide, and sheltered their remaining fleet, while still keeping a close eye on them.

I accept. A treaty will be written tomorrow, and we can meet on your Royal Dome Ship. Rest well. I replied. And now that they had no planet for resources or shelter, we had to feel a little pity towards them.

Tassax appeared behind me, looking a little broken.

"That battlecould have decided the fate of this warand I admire your honor for your Homeworld. But sadly, I feel bad for both sides. The Yeerks suffered heavy loss. They sent in their entire fleet, in order to wipe out the Confederacy, and they were destroyed. And to you, your race is dying, too. But I propose a solution. Shall we talk about it?" he asked.

Come to the signing of the peace treaty tomorrow. The War-King will be honored to see you and Leepo both. Finally, the Andalite Empire will be mended, and there will we talk about our plans for the future. I said, curling up in the corner of my fighter, and getting the first sleep I could, in the last 3 days of that battle.

Our entire fleet, gone. Destroyed. No match for both Andalites forces, the Sstram, and the Kandastan. We had gone into the battle expecting to destroy the traitorous Confederacy, but only ended up burning the Andalite planet. In a way, it was victory, and in a way, it was defeat.

Visser Three has disappeared.

The next morning, Tassax, Leepo, Rhazori, and I shuttled ourselves towards the War-King's Dome Ship. It was slaughtered halfway down, its engines amputated by the Yeerk attack, and the Dome Was closed off, being shattered at the top. Its some 1,000,000 troops were crammed in the quarters and into smaller Z-Space vessels we had provided. We knew before we stepped on the Dome Ship that the all around attitude would be frightened, irritated, and depressing.

We stepped out of the shuttle and into the corridor leading from the landing bay to the bridge. Immediately all was quiet as I entered the bridge first. My attire consisted of my ceremonial sash, embroidered with a few awards, including the War-Prince medal. Tattered Andalite soldiers and civilians alike stared on, both at me, and my alien companions following.

I turned to the nearest general, asking where I could find the War-King. They pointed to an elevator, which led to the King's chambers. We proceeded. Once inside, Leepo leaned against the wall and said, "What an eventful last week, eh?"

The car stopped and we got out, heading to the only hatch in front of us. It opened quickly, where the War-Prince was sitting alone, looking out a view port at Platta beneath us.

Greetings War-King Fezzernoff. I said, breaking the silence.

He wasn't startled, having seen our reflection in the glass all too well. I placed a piece of paper in front of him, handing a pen out. The War-King smiled.

I'm glad that our Empire will finally be one again. he said, quickly signing it. Tassax and Leepo signed it also, as did I, lastly.

Then, by locking our tail blades together, we sealed the treaty. From there on, we may not have been a huge Republic, having lost almost 32 billion lives, but the point is, at least were a Republic again.