Chapter Seven
Author's Note: No disturbance.
My first reaction was pure hatred. The stinking, vile, pholmgs had set me up. How dare they!
Well, I would show them. I would blow off this entire mission. I would...
No, I wouldn't. I couldn't. The only ones at blame were the superiors. Not the Andalite warriors or the Holk. If they turned up when the base was on its guard, they would die. I couldn't blow this off, or I would endanger the lives of hundreds.
Right then, I hated having a conscience.
I walked on towards certain doom.
Like I said before, Rakkam Garoo was not a very nice place. I was walking in hoof-deep water that had a horrible stench. No trees, but lots of large bushes that would provide excellent cover.
Just when I thought this was going to be easy, I voice cried: "Hruthin! Andalite!"
TSEEEW! TSEEEW!
I cursed myself for my stupidity. Of course Hork-Bajir would be hiding in the vegetation!
I drew my SD. TSEEEW!
A Hork-Bajir fell, a sizzling hole in his chest, one of hearts burnt out.
TSEEEW!
Another one!
Fwapp!
I nailed the big, bladed monster in a particular muscle in his side. I remembered, from my training, that Hork-Bajir would experience a lot of pain after being hit in that place.
I ran, panicked. There were more of them coming, and I had to get out of their way and complete the mission!
Or else...
Author's Note: Phlogm is an Andalite curse word, by the way.