Chapter Seventeen
Author's Note: I know I haven't updated in while. Sorry... Oh, I changed the thought-speak symbols again, because of the confusion they caused.
When we had spent two hours on the Dome Ship called the Red Shredder, we were called into a private, sealed room.
[I'd like to know what is it that we are supposed to do, and why it is so secret.] said Elfinorr when a visual transmission was put up. We were talking to Allith and, ironically, War-Prince Felinon-Exovit-Esgarr, the one who had devised the plan to send me to Rakkam Garoo. Well he didn't directly plan to send me, but still.
War-Prince Felinon spoke first. [As you have already been told, you are going to the Hork-Bajir homeworld.]
The next part of what he said was extremely shocking to all three of us.
[You are going there to end Yeerk Councilor Eleven's life.]
Silence for a moment. Then I spoke, almost accusingly.
[Why us? Why not someone more skilled in the matter?]
Allith spoke, a little embarrassed. [You are, the, um, well... highest unit we could assign. The other units above you are on more important missions.]
I nodded.
I was still not convinced.
You see, I have developed a suspicious nature ever since I got back from assassinating Visser 46. In my profession, this is a good thing.
But I was afraid I had no choice.
The rest of the meeting was basically descriptions of the base.
Flying to the Hork-Bajir homeworld would not take very long. I returned to my living quarters and lay down on my side on the Andalite version of a bed: A tuft of soft, springy and bushy grass.
I turned a stalk up lazily to watch the projected Andalite sky. I was lost in thought, as I usually lose myself while either resting or waiting. In this case I was doing both, so dazed thinking was quite understandable.
I thought about what happened on Leera. After the victory there, the entire fleet had been ordered to Earth. But then we received intelligence reports and stray Yeerk transmissions telling us that the Yeerks were interfering in the Rakkam Garoo conflict. The fleet was diverted.
It was only after the fleet had reached there, and Zero-space had reconfigured, that we realized that it was deliberate. The Yeerks had purposely done this to divert the fleet, to draw it away from Earth. This was proof that Earth was the center of Yeerk dominion. But it was too late; all we could do was end this conflict as fast as possible. My 'mission' had only been one of a number of scandals to speed up the finish of Yeerk power in this conflict. We had been successful. Two successes in a row; Leera and Rakkam Garoo. A memorable period in Andalite history.
However, we had technically lost, as the Yeerks would continue to strengthen on Earth.
A sudden, violent lurch!
The ship was falling!
Author's Note: (Bawls) I'M SORRY! IT'S THIS DARNED MIND OF MINE; IT SHUTS DOWN WHEN I REACH A CLIFFIE! (Sobs)
Author's Note: I know I haven't updated in while. Sorry... Oh, I changed the thought-speak symbols again, because of the confusion they caused.
When we had spent two hours on the Dome Ship called the Red Shredder, we were called into a private, sealed room.
[I'd like to know what is it that we are supposed to do, and why it is so secret.] said Elfinorr when a visual transmission was put up. We were talking to Allith and, ironically, War-Prince Felinon-Exovit-Esgarr, the one who had devised the plan to send me to Rakkam Garoo. Well he didn't directly plan to send me, but still.
War-Prince Felinon spoke first. [As you have already been told, you are going to the Hork-Bajir homeworld.]
The next part of what he said was extremely shocking to all three of us.
[You are going there to end Yeerk Councilor Eleven's life.]
Silence for a moment. Then I spoke, almost accusingly.
[Why us? Why not someone more skilled in the matter?]
Allith spoke, a little embarrassed. [You are, the, um, well... highest unit we could assign. The other units above you are on more important missions.]
I nodded.
I was still not convinced.
You see, I have developed a suspicious nature ever since I got back from assassinating Visser 46. In my profession, this is a good thing.
But I was afraid I had no choice.
The rest of the meeting was basically descriptions of the base.
Flying to the Hork-Bajir homeworld would not take very long. I returned to my living quarters and lay down on my side on the Andalite version of a bed: A tuft of soft, springy and bushy grass.
I turned a stalk up lazily to watch the projected Andalite sky. I was lost in thought, as I usually lose myself while either resting or waiting. In this case I was doing both, so dazed thinking was quite understandable.
I thought about what happened on Leera. After the victory there, the entire fleet had been ordered to Earth. But then we received intelligence reports and stray Yeerk transmissions telling us that the Yeerks were interfering in the Rakkam Garoo conflict. The fleet was diverted.
It was only after the fleet had reached there, and Zero-space had reconfigured, that we realized that it was deliberate. The Yeerks had purposely done this to divert the fleet, to draw it away from Earth. This was proof that Earth was the center of Yeerk dominion. But it was too late; all we could do was end this conflict as fast as possible. My 'mission' had only been one of a number of scandals to speed up the finish of Yeerk power in this conflict. We had been successful. Two successes in a row; Leera and Rakkam Garoo. A memorable period in Andalite history.
However, we had technically lost, as the Yeerks would continue to strengthen on Earth.
A sudden, violent lurch!
The ship was falling!
Author's Note: (Bawls) I'M SORRY! IT'S THIS DARNED MIND OF MINE; IT SHUTS DOWN WHEN I REACH A CLIFFIE! (Sobs)