Ribil-Cornae-Exnesus
I stood alone in my ship, my hooves planted defiantly into the grass just in front of the control panel and my stalk eyes poised on the open space before me. But all I could see was countless stars and occasional planet, all of which a kept a far distance from. Days had gone by, dull, boring hours. I wanted action and I was ready to battle anything that posed a threat to the Andalite Empire.
I suppose that is big talk for an aristh. Well, if I was under the command of a prince and had the grading of an aristh. But no, I was a lone warrior, ready for battle. I had accomplished my basic training in the Dome ship, and that was all I needed. I could perfect my skills on my own. I only needed a few Yeerks to practice on.
I left the Dome ship several months ago. I wanted to become a legend, bigger than any name, even Elfangor's name. In fact, I wanted Elfangor to stand in my shadow. I was so young and foolish then.
Elfangor was the reason why I decided to fight solo. The dome ship received an urgent message from him. A few ship where sent out to his aid. I slipped out as well. I knew if I saved the great Elfangor, my name would be spoken here and there. It would be the start to all my great accomplishments. Young and foolish. I...borrowed... one of the ships, rewired the controls so that "my" ship wouldn't appear on any radar and set out shortly after the others. The problem was, in my rush I hadn't acquired the exact coordinates. And because I had to linger far behind the aiding ships, I eventually lost them.
My rebellious attempt to prove myself ended in vain. My computer caught a signal on its way to the Dome ship. Elfangor was dead. So there I was, in a more or less primitive section of space floating around and waiting for anything to happen. I couldn't remain too much longer or my fuel cells would burn empty. But that day, what I was waiting for happened.
I was floating lazily when my computer beamed up.
Incoming message to Dome ship
Pick it up I perked up greatly. At least it was a break from my computer games. All four of my eyes focused of the holographic screen that appeared in front of me.
The signal was from an Andalite named Aximilli-Esgarrouth-Isthill. It was a distress signal, he was somewhere on a planet called Earth.
Computer calculate the coordinates It only took a few seconds for a set of numbers and letters to be programmed in.
This was perfect. The Dome ship was light years away and it would take months for any help to reach the planet. I would be the first one there. This was the exact opportunity I needed. I had no idea what I was in for.
I stood alone in my ship, my hooves planted defiantly into the grass just in front of the control panel and my stalk eyes poised on the open space before me. But all I could see was countless stars and occasional planet, all of which a kept a far distance from. Days had gone by, dull, boring hours. I wanted action and I was ready to battle anything that posed a threat to the Andalite Empire.
I suppose that is big talk for an aristh. Well, if I was under the command of a prince and had the grading of an aristh. But no, I was a lone warrior, ready for battle. I had accomplished my basic training in the Dome ship, and that was all I needed. I could perfect my skills on my own. I only needed a few Yeerks to practice on.
I left the Dome ship several months ago. I wanted to become a legend, bigger than any name, even Elfangor's name. In fact, I wanted Elfangor to stand in my shadow. I was so young and foolish then.
Elfangor was the reason why I decided to fight solo. The dome ship received an urgent message from him. A few ship where sent out to his aid. I slipped out as well. I knew if I saved the great Elfangor, my name would be spoken here and there. It would be the start to all my great accomplishments. Young and foolish. I...borrowed... one of the ships, rewired the controls so that "my" ship wouldn't appear on any radar and set out shortly after the others. The problem was, in my rush I hadn't acquired the exact coordinates. And because I had to linger far behind the aiding ships, I eventually lost them.
My rebellious attempt to prove myself ended in vain. My computer caught a signal on its way to the Dome ship. Elfangor was dead. So there I was, in a more or less primitive section of space floating around and waiting for anything to happen. I couldn't remain too much longer or my fuel cells would burn empty. But that day, what I was waiting for happened.
I was floating lazily when my computer beamed up.
Incoming message to Dome ship
Pick it up I perked up greatly. At least it was a break from my computer games. All four of my eyes focused of the holographic screen that appeared in front of me.
The signal was from an Andalite named Aximilli-Esgarrouth-Isthill. It was a distress signal, he was somewhere on a planet called Earth.
Computer calculate the coordinates It only took a few seconds for a set of numbers and letters to be programmed in.
This was perfect. The Dome ship was light years away and it would take months for any help to reach the planet. I would be the first one there. This was the exact opportunity I needed. I had no idea what I was in for.