Chapter Twelve
To Tabatha51: Thanks for reviewing. Sheesh, no one has exactly reviewed me in a while...
Pain seared through my head. But I was still able to kill the Hork-Bajir with relatively little difficulty. Then, I turned my stalk eyes around to see what had happened. I stopped dead.
An Andalite head lay severed on the marshy ground. Behind him were his body and the body of a dead Hork-Bajir. I stared for a moment. Then, I was off.
As I ran, I let my mind wander. I recognized the Andalite who had been beheaded. He had been my trainer aboard the Dome Ship. The cogs turned in my head and then I realized the truth.
Though the plan of sending me here had been brilliant and ruthless, there had been one flaw: If I became a Controller, the Yeerk would have access to my memories. He would be able to prepare the camp for the attack. That was what Visser 46 was about to do: Make the camp ready to slaughter the invading force, complete with decoys. My trainer, realizing this, had come down here to finish me. He had been beheaded by patrolling the Hork-Bajir and missed.
This whole thing had been a pointless disaster. Betrayals, flaws, screw-ups everywhere.
There was only one thing left to do. The camp was now on extra high alert. What I had to do was to take care of Visser 46. I had only fifteen minutes before the fighters and the Holk arrived. Mistakes could not be tolerated.
I threw my weapons to the ground, morphed once more into a kafit, and flew with my weapons in search of my target.
Author's Note: Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, review!
To Tabatha51: Thanks for reviewing. Sheesh, no one has exactly reviewed me in a while...
Pain seared through my head. But I was still able to kill the Hork-Bajir with relatively little difficulty. Then, I turned my stalk eyes around to see what had happened. I stopped dead.
An Andalite head lay severed on the marshy ground. Behind him were his body and the body of a dead Hork-Bajir. I stared for a moment. Then, I was off.
As I ran, I let my mind wander. I recognized the Andalite who had been beheaded. He had been my trainer aboard the Dome Ship. The cogs turned in my head and then I realized the truth.
Though the plan of sending me here had been brilliant and ruthless, there had been one flaw: If I became a Controller, the Yeerk would have access to my memories. He would be able to prepare the camp for the attack. That was what Visser 46 was about to do: Make the camp ready to slaughter the invading force, complete with decoys. My trainer, realizing this, had come down here to finish me. He had been beheaded by patrolling the Hork-Bajir and missed.
This whole thing had been a pointless disaster. Betrayals, flaws, screw-ups everywhere.
There was only one thing left to do. The camp was now on extra high alert. What I had to do was to take care of Visser 46. I had only fifteen minutes before the fighters and the Holk arrived. Mistakes could not be tolerated.
I threw my weapons to the ground, morphed once more into a kafit, and flew with my weapons in search of my target.
Author's Note: Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, review!