A/N-This chapter is the one and only chapter of this story from Alanthi's point of view. We get to see a bit of what happened to her, and how she reacts to the invasion.

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Morph- There is always a chance. After all, this is fan fiction, and nothing is impossible here.

Chessrook44-My most sincere apologies for mistaking your gender. You really can't know these things when talking on the internet, and you never specified a gender in your bio, so…sorry. I've done this before with DH, to my shame.

Panthergirl- yes, I use Microsoft word. And where do you see it going? Would appreciate feed-back.

KP-Thanks! The Yeerk poison is one of my favorite parts of that chapter, mainly because I'm so proud I finally figured our how to make it work. I didn't know how I was going to get the Yeerk in contact with the poison, until I realized that everything needs oxygen to breathe, right? Even Yeerks. And where are they going to get oxygen inside someone's head? From the host's blood. So a successful Yeerk poison could be injected into the blood, and when it got around to the brain and the Yeerk had to breathe- poof. Scratch one Yeerk. I'd be glad to let you use the idea in Mayanites- just had this idea that maybe my character could invent it and that's how you could give me credit. But yeah, you're welcome to use it. And about the DNA rejection- I was thinking about Rachel and her crocodile DNA that she rejected at the time, and thought why not use that idea. Except it seemed weird to me to reject the DNA in a body form, even though it didn't have a soul, but I needed Sam to fool the yeerks. So I put that bit in about Zak thinking it was immoral, because it seemed that way to me a bit. I don't know if I'll bring it up later or not.

DH-Honestly- I forgot about Zak's parents. Let's just pretend that everybody got the shot- whoops! Thanks for pointing that out. And hhhhmm…are you sensing anything? I wouldn't know your senses. But (Spoiler here) I've got something planned in a later book that you will probably like…just hang in there. And thanks for reviewing! I put off updating waiting for your review, which is why this chapter is a little late.

Chapter 5- Alanthi-Estana-Illinia

My name is Alanthi-Estana-Illinia. I am an Andalite scientist. I have been an official scientist for almost one earth year, ever since last warm season. It stands out in my mind because last warm season is when I and a few other Andalites landed for a scouting mission on the planet Earth, and found something we did not expect- another Andalite. His parents had crashed years ago in a similar scouting mission, and he was the only survivor. Raised by humans and befriended by them, Zantar-Semityr-Dantil had no wish to leave the planet he still calls home. And I had not spoken to him lately when I received the very unexpected call from planet earth.

(Zantar?) I asked, knowing full well it had to be him. He was the only being on earth with a Z-space transponder. Unless…no. That would be impossible. And only Zantar would know my personal number.

(Hi, Alanthi,) he said, appearing on my screen. I quickly cast a hologram around my workstation, not wanting my fellow scientists to see our conversation. I was supposed to be working.

(Zantar,) I hissed, (why are you calling me? I'm very busy at the moment.)

(I know.) I noticed he had a distressed look on his face, and wondered why. (But Alanthi, this is urgent. The Yeerks are invading Earth.)

He said it very grimly. My heart gave a jerk, and then quieted. Perhaps it was a joke. (Zantar, if this is a version of human humor, it is not very funny. Now, I have to get back to…) Just then, Sabrina appeared on the screen. She is Zantar's human friend, and the basis for my human morph. And she was holding a plastic bag with a Yeerk in it.

I swear, my stalk-eyes rose five inches higher. Then I said a brief thought-speak command, and turned back to Zantar. (I am patching you through to Dathran-Essparon-Trakoth. He is the War-Prince in charge of organizing attacks on Yeerk-infiltrated planets and therefore must know their positions. He will know what to do. And please act respectful!) I said quickly, before Zantar was turned over to War-Prince Dathran. And I watched their conversation.

(Report, Zantar-Semityr-Dantil.)

(Yes, sir. The Yeerks are occupying planet Earth.) I wanted to slap him with my tail-blade. Dathran already knew this. He wanted a report on the number of ships in orbit, if there was a ground-based Yeerk pool, and who was in charge of the invasion.

Zantar was lucky. Dathran only looked slightly annoyed at this naïve answer, knowing Zantar's condition.

(I would like a more detailed report than that, young Zantar. How many ships do they have? How many Controllers have they taken? Who is in charge of the invasion?)

Zantar swallowed. (Uh, my human friend can probably tell you more. She was made a Controller for three days before I noticed and removed her Yeerk.)

I could see that Dathran's patience was being tried, but he said, (Very well, human. Give me your report.)

"My name is Sabrina, sir," said Sabrina, head held high. To use a human expression- uh-oh. Never talk back to a War-Prince.

Dathran's tail raised quickly, and he grated out, (Very well, Sabrina, give me your report.)

Not shaken at all, Sabrina said, "Yes, sir. I know there are a number of Bug fighters on the planet, and surrounding it. There is also a pool ship. I am unaware of any other ships. As for the number of human-controllers, there are over a thousand at least. I don't know the exact number. But there are several Hork-bajir and Taxxons in the Yeerk pool complex, which is underground. Free humans are unaware of the invasion. And oh yeah, the Yeerk in charge of the invasion- he is Visser Three."

I gasped. Visser Three is a highly positioned Yeerk, but more than that, he is the only Yeerk to take an Andalite host. Having him in charge of the invasion meant that humans must be a major goal for the Yeerks. Even Dathran was slightly shocked. Still, he continued. (Thank you, Aristh Zantar, for your report.) This was unexpected. Aristh is the title of a young person working for the military or training for it. And Zantar was considered a civilian. Perhaps he was being entered into the military for his report, which was a strictly military call.

Then the War-Prince spoke to me. (Scientist Alanthi, thank you for the notification of this call.)

(War-Prince Dathran, what is the military going to do about the invasion of Earth?) I was concerned; if we did nothing, Zantar might possibly die. Or he could be infested.

Visibly angered, he replied, (We will send a Dome Ship out there. We'll even put Prince Elfangor on it; would that ease your mind?)

(Yes, War-Prince,) I said, vastly relieved. Prince Elfangor was one of our best fighters. If anyone could stop the invasion of Earth, it was him.

Releasing the connection with the War-Prince, I spoke again to Zantar. (Sabrina became a Controller?) I asked, incredulously. We spoke for a bit more, about what had happened. Zantar told me he had starved the Yeerk out. Then I said, (Well, do not worry, Zantar. We are sending a Dome Ship to defend Earth. And one of our best fighters, Prince Elfangor will be going. Earth will soon be free.)

(Yeah. Anyway, it was great talking to you, Alanthi. Even if it was under dire circumstances.)

(Yes. Good-bye, Zantar.)

(See ya, Alanthi.)

I disconnected, confident that Zantar was safe. Earth would be free within months.

Little did I know how wrong I was.

A/N- I wasn't sure which council Andalite Zak should contact, knowing little about the Andalite military, so I made a position and a character up. Hope there wasn't any confusion there.