Chapter Four
Disclaimer: I do not own Animorphs.
Author' Notes: This is going to start getting interesting real quick. Oh, and one more thing, this takes place somewhere around 40: The Other.
I was to be traveling to the Rakkam Garoo conflict in the Nine-Sifter system for my first assassination attempt.
(Author's Note: Rakkam Garoo is where Arbat told the Animorphs the Andalite fleet was going in 38. In my fanfic, it's true.)
Before I left, I decided to talk to my guardians.
Yes, I said guardians. You see, I don't have parents. My mother was a nurse and father was a warrior. Both died together, in action. They died honorably, but I would have sliced my tail and stalk eyes off to bring them back.
I lived with my two cousins and their parents. The cousins were not at home now.
My cousins are Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul and aristh Aximili- Esgarrouth-Isthil.
I was older then Aximili and younger than Elfangor. We were quite a perfect family. Elfangor became a Prince. When Aximili became an aristh, I was already training to be an assassin. He had had a hand in bringing about the victory on Leera. I was proud of little cousin.
My aunt and uncle weren't exactly thrilled. I couldn't blame them. They had lost one son in this war, and who knew what had become of the other?
Nevertheless, I was allowed to go.
Allowed to lose them another relative, I muttered to myself as walked alongside Professor Allith.
What? he asked me.
Nothing, I said abruptly.
He shrugged and let it go.
I was soon aboard the Dome Ship Elfangor. According to Allith, I would be flying to the ground in a fighter and then debriefed of what I was supposed to do.
The beginning of my career had come.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Animorphs.
Author' Notes: This is going to start getting interesting real quick. Oh, and one more thing, this takes place somewhere around 40: The Other.
I was to be traveling to the Rakkam Garoo conflict in the Nine-Sifter system for my first assassination attempt.
(Author's Note: Rakkam Garoo is where Arbat told the Animorphs the Andalite fleet was going in 38. In my fanfic, it's true.)
Before I left, I decided to talk to my guardians.
Yes, I said guardians. You see, I don't have parents. My mother was a nurse and father was a warrior. Both died together, in action. They died honorably, but I would have sliced my tail and stalk eyes off to bring them back.
I lived with my two cousins and their parents. The cousins were not at home now.
My cousins are Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul and aristh Aximili- Esgarrouth-Isthil.
I was older then Aximili and younger than Elfangor. We were quite a perfect family. Elfangor became a Prince. When Aximili became an aristh, I was already training to be an assassin. He had had a hand in bringing about the victory on Leera. I was proud of little cousin.
My aunt and uncle weren't exactly thrilled. I couldn't blame them. They had lost one son in this war, and who knew what had become of the other?
Nevertheless, I was allowed to go.
Allowed to lose them another relative, I muttered to myself as walked alongside Professor Allith.
What? he asked me.
Nothing, I said abruptly.
He shrugged and let it go.
I was soon aboard the Dome Ship Elfangor. According to Allith, I would be flying to the ground in a fighter and then debriefed of what I was supposed to do.
The beginning of my career had come.
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