A/N: This is quite possibly my favorite chapter ever. And I apologise for my lack of updates, my computer's firewall is wacked out, and dad won't let me go on the internet.

Chapter seven

Stephanie

You guys ready? Al asked.

"Ready as we're going to be," Nikkei muttered.

We were in the bug fighter, scanning for Andalite DNA, and we had found Ax. Al projected a map of the landscape and found a good landing spot.

>Going down, cloaking shield going up.>

I braced myself against the wall…

The fighter shook around, entering the clouds. The cloak field seemed… unstable.

"Al? Are you sure the cloak field is fixed?" Nikkei asked.

>Should be fine…> Al twisted his stalk toward the console. >Uh-oh…>

"What, run out of field fluid?"

>We have to land.>

"Weren't we doing that already?" I asked, worry in my voice.

>The field will collapse in approximately…>

"Come in, unidentified ship."

"Two seconds ago?" Nikkei asked.

"Unidentified ship, please respond, and land at the following coordinates."

"Should we say anything?" I walked ahead, looking through the window to find the source of the noise.

"Yeah, Steph. While we're at it, maybe we can invite Sarah and have some tea, and while we butter our scones, we can discuss the matter of alien parasites trying to take over the planet. Definitely," Nikkei said sarcastically.

>Tea? With Yeerks?>

"Sarcasm is a completely different language to you, isn't it, Al?"

"Hey, just asking," I muttered.

"Final warning, unidentified— Holy— What is that thing?"

A fighter plane came into view ahead of us.

"I have an idea," Nikkei said. She whispered in Al's ear. Al nodded, and began to speak.

>We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your weapons. We will assimilate your race and make it our own. We are the Borg. Resistance is futile.>

I held back a giggle as the fighter did a 180° turn towards where it came from. Once it was out of view, Nikkei and I burst out laughing.

"Where did you get that idea?" I giggled.

"From Book 54. Marco said, 'Humans had been expecting aliens for years, and were just glad they weren't the Borg,' or something like that. I'm not good at remembering exact details."

"And you assumed that the pilot had watched Star Trek?"

"Yeah, who hasn't?"

>I am thoroughly confused,> Al sighed.

Nikkei and I turned to face him. "You haven't seen Star Trek!" We said in unison.

"You're an alien from outer space who has lived on earth during the approximate time of TNG, and you haven't seen it?" Nikkei yelled.

"Did you even have cable? The Sci-Fi channel?"

Al rolled his eyes. >Even after living on earth this long, I do not understand the concept of television or movies.>

"What about the conversation when we went to the Yeerk pool? You said you watched Lord of the Rings!"

>Yes, but I had read the books first and merely wanted to see the embodiment of such classic literature.>

It was our turn to roll our eyes.

"Al, you are one sad, strange little man— I mean, Andalite."

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