Chapter Fifteen
Author's Notes: This is a couple months later. It is taking place around 43.
The fighter took me to the Elfangor, which in turn took me home. I was angry at first, but eventually let the matter go and engrossed myself in my studies. Apparently, the newly appointed War-Prince Felinon-Exovit-Esgarr had come up with this brilliant plan. Allith had pleaded constantly against it, even turned to the War Council, but no one would listen; they were all utterly convinced that it was a good plan. My uncle was a great War-Prince, and he tried to do justice, but he did not have enough power. I did not push the matter.
I supposed it was time that I started the extra training I would have gotten had I not been assigned to the mission. I was brilliant at stealth and using my SD and MOS-2, but not good enough at sniping. My tail-fighting and survival skills were excellent, but I was a little weak at assassination under pressure. I had to overcome all these weaknesses, particularly my habit to think too much that led to constant fear and distractions.
One thing was for sure: When I had been assigned to the Rakkam Garoo mission, I was definitely expendable. Now, I doubt anyone would want to send me on a suicide mission. Though I was 0.8 Andalite years younger than most warriors, I resembled a War-Prince with my long, sleek tail, deadly, shining blade and a muscular frame. My face was what passed for the Andalite version of 'stunning', which, by most alien standards, is quite handsome. I was easily the strongest and most efficient tail-fighter of my year. My sniping had steadily improved and I was more inclined to focus than to think (that instruction had been drilled quite firmly into my head).
I graduated with marks that would make Andalites at the academy bow their heads and tails in shame. I was immediately assigned to a unit.
(Author's Note: For info on an assassination unit, go to chappie one)
My fellow unit members consisted of Sabotage Supervisor Elfinorr-Esgarrouth- Elivat and Intelligence Advisor Placynth-Mellitor-Alfagroth. We had never met; of course, we had just known each other's names.
I was not interested in the names; of course, I was keener to known my first assignment.
Correction: My first non-suicide assignment.
Author's Notes: This is a couple months later. It is taking place around 43.
The fighter took me to the Elfangor, which in turn took me home. I was angry at first, but eventually let the matter go and engrossed myself in my studies. Apparently, the newly appointed War-Prince Felinon-Exovit-Esgarr had come up with this brilliant plan. Allith had pleaded constantly against it, even turned to the War Council, but no one would listen; they were all utterly convinced that it was a good plan. My uncle was a great War-Prince, and he tried to do justice, but he did not have enough power. I did not push the matter.
I supposed it was time that I started the extra training I would have gotten had I not been assigned to the mission. I was brilliant at stealth and using my SD and MOS-2, but not good enough at sniping. My tail-fighting and survival skills were excellent, but I was a little weak at assassination under pressure. I had to overcome all these weaknesses, particularly my habit to think too much that led to constant fear and distractions.
One thing was for sure: When I had been assigned to the Rakkam Garoo mission, I was definitely expendable. Now, I doubt anyone would want to send me on a suicide mission. Though I was 0.8 Andalite years younger than most warriors, I resembled a War-Prince with my long, sleek tail, deadly, shining blade and a muscular frame. My face was what passed for the Andalite version of 'stunning', which, by most alien standards, is quite handsome. I was easily the strongest and most efficient tail-fighter of my year. My sniping had steadily improved and I was more inclined to focus than to think (that instruction had been drilled quite firmly into my head).
I graduated with marks that would make Andalites at the academy bow their heads and tails in shame. I was immediately assigned to a unit.
(Author's Note: For info on an assassination unit, go to chappie one)
My fellow unit members consisted of Sabotage Supervisor Elfinorr-Esgarrouth- Elivat and Intelligence Advisor Placynth-Mellitor-Alfagroth. We had never met; of course, we had just known each other's names.
I was not interested in the names; of course, I was keener to known my first assignment.
Correction: My first non-suicide assignment.