Thank you to my two reviewers so far. Yes if any of you recognised it was the same Andalites from the K. A. Applegate Animorphs book series.

Sikar: Thanks, well you said you were looking forwards to more so…well, here you go.

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Don't worry about reviewing through an e-mail, I'm just glad you reviewed, so again thanks!

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Now read on, that's an order.

Chapter One

Meetings

"Very good…Jean-Luc."

Martin Madden

Commander Martin Madden marched sullenly towards the turbo-lift. He knew that Captain Picard didn't like him but was that really enough justification for sending him to greet these Andalites?

Was it really fair?

"No," Madden answered himself. "He doesn't like because you he thinks you're trying to replace the great William. T. Riker. So he's gonna send you to speak with the naked aliens!"

The doors opened and he stepped in, still mumbling to himself. Slowly the turbo-lift began to descend, Madden counted off the decks. One, two, three…

The lift stopped and the doors silently fwooshed open. Standing framed in the doorway was none other than the new ships councillor Guinan.

She was a pretty woman, well, not pretty in the way Seven of Nine was pretty but a kind of motherly pretty. She was a woman you could trust. Madden knew the Captain spoke to her often enough.

When Dianna Troy had left the Enterprise with her husband to go and serve on the Titan the ship had needed a new councillor, Guinan had signed on for the job almost immediately.

The woman in question smiled at Madden reassuringly and stepped into the turbo-lift. She bobbed on her heels as if waiting for him to speak.

"Hello Guinan," Madden supplied.

"Well, hello Commander Madden," she smiled at him. Again an awkward silence filled the small space. The El-Aurian continued to smile and stared straight ahead.

Madden started to feel himself sweat, what was wrong with him? The councillor just had a nack for making him nervous. "I – um – nice er … nebula, huh?"

Guinan turn to face Madden, "Yes, I heard we ran into some visitors?"

Thankful for the lead she gave him Madden quickly snatched it up, "Yeah, I'm going down to the transporter room to meet them now."

A few seconds of silence went by until, "What a coincidence. So am I."

"Really?" Madden said looking at the turbo-lift doors, "I'm worried because, well…the aliens they….well…they…"

Guinan laughed, "What? I know that even Captain Picard sometimes gets nervous about meeting new species, here's a trick; if you get nervous just picture them naked. That's an old actor's trick from Earth."

Poor Madden could only give a choked laugh in reply. He had been through quite a lot to rise to the rank of Commander and had seen a fair share of alien races, ranging from Andorians to Vulcans. But there had always been one thing that they had in common, they all wore clothes!

Albeit sometimes the clothes were kind of skimpy but at least they wore them! Oh god! He was shaking now; he was actually sweating and shaking like a new cadet.

Guinan seemed to sense her companions' distress and took a guess, "Oh-hh-hh-hh! They um…they don't wear clothes do they?"

Madden shook his head. No.

The bar maid stroke councillor had to make a real effort not to laugh. Before another agonising word could be said the turbo-lift came to a swift stop.

Madden stepped out of the lift with legs that felt as if they were made of lead. The pair marched sturdily, if not somewhat slowly, on. Finally they reached the transporter room.

The transporter chief nodded at the Commander as they entered. "The ship says they are ready to beam over, sir."

"Then beam them up," Madden ordered. Almost without thinking he looked at the floor as he heard the familiar hum of the transporter.

"Oh my!" Guinan exclaimed.

"Jeez!" the transporter chief echoed.

With an exasperated sigh Madden looked up, "Holy-"

The creatures standing before him were, well interesting to say the least.

They were centaur-like creatures, with the lower body similar to a deer and a torso similar to a human.

Their entire body was covered in blue fur, with some tan splotches. Their arms, slightly weak looking in comparision to humans, ended in seven-fingered hands.

While they looked weaker, they looked nimbler as well.

Their heads had a set of almond-shaped eyes, as well as a pair of stalk-eyes that were constantly moving, searching their surroundings.

Madden assumed their sense of sight is similar to that of a humans, though one couldn't really tell without a real good tricorder scan.

The other most notable feature of the face was the lack of a mouth. They appeared to communicate by way of telepathic communication.

Madden was just starting to think that altogether they actually looked quite cute, and then he noticed the scythe-like tail.

The bladed tail looked long enough to reach well in front of the Andalite to strike deep blows in an opponent, he prosumed, almost like a biological bat'leth.

There were five of these Andalites altogether. One he recognised as Captain-Prince Sofor – um, whatever the hell his name was.

Said Captain stepped causiously off the transporter pad and looked at Madden. Then he moved one of his stalk-eyes to Guinan and then to the transporter chief.

Madden tried to look the Captain in the eye but it was not proving to be easy as he had a huge scar that ran from beneith his left eye.

(I am Captain-prince Sofor, I believe we have met,) he looked at Madden.

Madden quickly jerked his gaze back to the Andalites eyes, "I am Commander Martin Madden, First Officer. This is Guinan, she is the ships councillor. And this is Lieutenant Alan Davis, transporter chief. If you would like to follow me I'll be glad to show you to the captain."

Sofor noticed that Madden seemed a great deal happier than was to be expected, so he decided to bring the subject up.

"Oh it's just that I was expecting, well, I was…." Madden trailed off.

"What the Commander is trying to say is that we were expecting you to be more humanoid in form and as we could not see any clothes...well, you get the idea," Guinan said not in the least trying to hide her amusement.

(You mean artificial skin?) One of the other Andalites asked with a certain curiosity.

"Yes, I suppose you could call it that," Guinan replied.

The Andalite frowned, (We are taught that humans wear such things to protect themselves from the elements or to hide certain aspects of themselves they do not like. If they do attempt to hide ugly parts of their bodies then why not the nose? That is the ugliest thing about humans.)

Madden and Guinan exchanged glances. Slowly Guinan smiled, so only Madden could hear she said, "Won't Jean-Luc find them interesting?"

For the second time that day Madden grinned at the thought of an embarrassed Picard, "Oh yes, most fascinating."