Author's Note: This entire fic is really going to be a prelude, the first book in a series. There will be no – or almost no – mention of the Animorphs as we know them in this fic. But it is the same world, the same Yeerks, the same war, etc. Just in a different part of the world. And the sequel will feature the two groups meeting. Yes. It will.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Animorphs. I do not own the world. Those things belong to K. A. Applegate, who has dedicated them to Michael and Jake. Whoever they are. The idea is not mine, either. The idea of a Japanese Yeerk resistance was given to me by Key2's fic "Battle Senshi". Excellent fic. Go read it. But the rest of it is mine.

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Book 1- The Seishi

Ranara

My name is Ranara-Estheri-Keragar. I am an Andelite.

And I am a complete idiot.

Just ask my brother, Mikan-Corasona-Shakin. He'll tell you all about it.

But just now, he was a bit busy.

You are amazing, Ranara. How you managed to send us far off course AND jam the controls is beyond me.

My brother's thin fingers flew across the controls of our brand-new Firetail spacecraft, trying to fix my mistakes. One of his stalk eyes was glaring at me. I blanched, looking away.

I am sorry. I tried to do as you told me. But my technological ineptitude seems to have won out again.

An Andelite with no technical skills. Bah. You are an enigma, sister. He pushed one last button.

Computer. Initiate sequence.

The computer's thoughtspeak rang through my head.

Sequence initiated.

Both of us were suddenly thrown back as the craft shot forward. Just as suddenly, we stopped. I looked out the viewport.

White. Nothing but white.

Mikan? Did you intend to throw us into Z-space?

No.

You did.

What?

He looked. His main eyes grew wide.

How is that possible?

He brought up the instruction guide on his left viewport, keeping one eye on it. After a moment he groaned.

Oh. I had assumed the controls for home return were the same as the old Windrider.

They are not?

Apparently not. Well, let's get out of Z-space. He pushed a few controls. We fell out of the whiteness and into blackness.

A large, blue and white planet lay ahead of us. I put my hand on my brother's arm.

Mikan? Where are we?

Computer. Location.

The computer spouted some numbers. Mikan consulted his maps.

Planet Earth.

We traded looks – his incredulous, mine nervous. Earth was the site of one of the largest fronts in the war against the Yeerks. No place for a couple of arisths to be.

Computer. Take us home.

Impossible, Commander. Insufficient fuel.

I was beginning to be really afraid, now. If the Yeerks found us . . . well, either they would Dracon us, in which case we would be dead, or they would infest us and we would be worse than dead.

Mikan. Let's get out of the air. They'll see us up here.

And go where? Down to that planet? Ranara, you've heard the reports. Earth is crawling with Yeerks. How will a couple of aliens hide on a planet like that?

Morph Earth creatures. They can't wipe the entire planet clean, at least not yet. As long as they don't know we're here. . .

You are insane.

Do you have a better idea?

No. I'm going down.

Deftly my brother directed us towards the surface. Unfortunately, we were surrounded by an ocean.

Island. There, to the west.

I see it. Computer, take us down.

We entered the atmosphere, the hull of the ship glowing with heat. Mikan brought us down to the ground with the gentleness he seemed to reserve for spacecraft. We landed with a soft thud.

Computer. Atmospheric readout.

The computer spouted out more numbers. The air was mostly nitrogen, with lots of oxygen. Breathable. Mikan opened the viewports, which had been shut tightly in our descent.

We were sitting on a floor of green, surrounded by a wall of pink. The sky was a brilliant blue, with white water vapor clouds.

How beautiful. . .

My brother gave me a look.

Don't adopt this planet just yet. Remember, anyone we meet out there could be an enemy.

Like him? I asked. Mikan turned to look.

Standing outside our ship, framed by the viewport, was an Earthling. A young human male, of Eastern descent, if I recall my Intelligent Alien Life coursework correctly. He was scrawny for a human, with shaggy black head-fur and slanted brown eyes. He called out something unintelligible in his native language. I felt the chip that had been implanted in my brain at birth working frantically to translate.

Do not be afraid, I called to him. He stopped, regarding the ship with wide eyes. Slowly, he beckoned with a five-fingered hand.

Ranara, what did I just say?

Oh, come on. He's obviously not a Yeerk, or he'd recognize the ship. Besides, what would they want with a youngling?

How do you know he is young? Maybe they don't get bigger than that.

Honestly. Didn't you pay attention in class?

Who cares about aliens?

You should. We're about to go meet one.

Not waiting for my brother's response, I opened the hatch.

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So. That's the first chapter.

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