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"Identify yourselves." The guard at the orbital checkpoint stated, clearly bored and seeming to say 'I don't get paid enough for this' like all guards throughout the multiverse manage to do with their body language alone.

"Astrana of the Inshura clan and Ferbale of the Oprin clan. We are here to meet with the council."

The guard's eyes widened in recognition and he tried to look more respectable without being too obvious. "Yes, of course." He stammered, punching in the entrance code that would allow their vessel through the shield.

"Thank you." Astrana said, smiling at him.

He only nodded and flipped the screen off with a sigh of relief; he really hated dealing with the Puruna, as it always made him horribly nervous.


"Great Council, we are here today to present our case for us joining the war against the Yeerks." Astrana announced to the panel before her.

Onarion, the oldest and most respected member of the council leaned forward. "Lorthan of the Kantam clan has already made his case. We ruled that this war was not our concern."

Astrana sighed. She had hoped this issue would not come up, especially not so soon. "Lorthan was not acting in the best interests of our people, only his own."

"How so?" he asked.

"He was prepared to betray the humans for his own safe passage. Also, he was unstable, trying to force me into a bonding."

"A forced bonding?" Arna, one of the older female members exclaimed, thoroughly shocked.

Astrana nodded. "He was so deluded and unhinged that I had no choice but to perform the Pont'un to subdue him." She could feel the council's unease. The Pont'un was used only in extreme situations, and only ever as a last resort. To try and detract from this point, she brought up her first point. "If I may councilors, there are memories I extracted from a Hork-Bajir to show what the Yeerks to planets they conquer."

"Proceed." Onarion said.

Concentrating, she projected the memories she had gathered from Jarra Hamee onto the screen hovering above her. As the images of the Hork-Bajir world flickered past, she was relieved to hear small noises of shock and anger issuing from the entire council.

When she was finished, Ferbale stepped forward. "Council members, I wish now to present my own memories of how badly the Yeerks treat their individual hosts."

Onarion merely nodded his ascent this time, still too disturbed by the images of the magnificent forests of the Hork-Bajir homeworld laid bare.

This time the images were accompanied with sound. The Yeerk that had briefly controlled Ferbale was heard taunting him, making him relive painful memories, promising to enslave everyone he had ever known or cared about.

When the memories finally stopped, Astrana laid a comforting hand on Ferbale's shoulder. She knew how hard it must have been to bring that horrible experience back up.

Moving away from him, she turned to address the council once more. "That, councilors was our case. We hope that you will agree to aid the Humans and the Andalites in their cause to stop the Yeerk threat."

"Very well." Onarion said. "We shall retire to discuss matters for a time. You shall be summoned when a decision has been made."


Back on Earth, things weren't going so smoothly. Eric had given word of a live nationwide broadcast for the Sharing that was due to go out today. After much debate, it was agreed that this had to be stopped. The Sharing had to be hindered in their acquisition of hosts, it was the last thing the Animorphs wanted for even more people to be enslaved.

(Okay, let's go over the plan one more time.) Jake said as they flew out towards the sight of the broadcast. (We go in, cause some havoc, and get out again as quickly as possible.)

(Really?) Marco said as they landed and began demorphing. (I thought the plan was to stroll in there and try to get killed.)

(Shut up Marco.) Jake said tiredly, not in the mood for jokes. If this broadcast was successful, there would be no way of telling how many more people would join the Sharing.


"Ferbale and Astrana. You have been called here today to hear our decision on whether or not we will join this war."

They stood waiting to hear the decision with baited breath. It had taken so long for the council to agree on a course of action, that there was no way of calling what was going to happen next.

"Our decision is…"


(Rachel! Look out behind you!) Cassie called from the center of the melee. This mission had tuned to utter chaos. Visser Three had obviously expected interference with the broadcast and had brought in enough Hork-Bajir controllers to match any army the world has to offer.

Even though the plan had been to get in and out as quickly as possible, as soon as the Animorphs had shown themselves, Hork-Bajir had begun streaming out from all directions, making escape impossible – except maybe in pieces.

Just when things were starting to get desperate and the circle they were defending started to close in on them, something seemed to be distracting their attentions.

A nearby bug fighter tried to take off, but something like a Yeerk dracon beam or an Andalite shredder hit the engines with deadly accuracy. No sooner had that happened, than a strange energy field surrounded the entire area, freezing anyone that came within range.

(What is going on!) Rachel raged. (I can't move!)

(Is this some kind of Yeerk technology?) Cassie asked fearfully.

(I believe not.) Ax said, always operating from a point of logic. (It does not make sense for them to paralyze their own troops as well.)

Marco, still in gorilla morph felt hands attach something to his neck from behind him. Suddenly, he could move again. He turned to see Astrana smiling at him.

"I said I'd be back." Astrana said. Marco reached up to gingerly touch the strange collar that was now around his neck. Seeing the gesture, Astrana pointed to her own collar that she was wearing as a human would a belt. "It negates the freeze-field. All your friends are receiving them too."

Looking around, Marco could see a several Kinto'un fixing collars to his fellow Animorphs who looked just as surprised as he was to receive the ability to move again.

"No! Do not give a negator to that Andalite!" Astrana shouted suddenly. The Kinto'un who had been just about to fix a collar on Visser Three stopped hurriedly and stammered his apologies.

Paying him no attention, Astrana walked right up to the Abomination until she was standing directly in front of him. "So this is the infamous Visser Three. Well since you're a bit behind on the times, let me fill you in. This war is now over. Fleets have been sent to the Taxxon and Hork-Bajir home worlds and the same thing is happening there. Your race will have the choice of returning to your home planet if you wish."

(Never!) The Visser spat, hatred and rage filling his voice.

Astrana only shrugged. "Then stay here and starve. Either way, you loose."


A/N: Well that the end of it. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Love, peace and chicken grease to you all.