Hello? Yes, well, here it is The Tale of a Warrior back for another round.
Kharina: Yes, in my little world that's how Old Sofor got his scar. Maybe it wasn't as well written as it could have been. You'll all just have to forgive me for that.
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Elwing: Again, same style of answer to Kharina's question. In my world, before the war, Andalite parents had only one child. But then I thought about Arbat, how did he get there? Well…you've read my answer. Thanks I'm having lots of fun portraying Andalite culture.
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Chapter Four
The
Nexus
I punched in the code. I could not wait to contact my family; I was being transferred to an actual military ship! And not just any ship, the Nexus, one of the best ships in the Andalite fleet.
She was one of only three Explorer class ships. This was going to be great! On the Nexus as one of only six arisths? I was bound to be noticed.
(Asculan!) my fathers face came onto the screen. (How are you, son?)
I couldn't keep the smile out of my eyes. (I'm leaving father. Tonight. I have been transferred to the Nexus!)
My father beamed at me. (That is excellent! Did I not tell you that you would be exploring the galaxy in no time?)
(Yes father, you did,) I replied. (Will you and mother be alright? I'll be away a long time, and, if you need help I won't be there…)
He just snorted, (Oh, my little Asculan! I'm the father, remember? All will be well. Don't worry, just go and do us proud.)
I nodded my stalks. (Good bye father.)
(Good bye, my son.)
Do us proud. So many wanted me to do them proud. My family, Prince Eoptis, myself. Could I manage? Yes, I could. I was an Andalite after all.
(Yes, keep telling yourself that Asculan,) I said to myself. (You'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. It's not like we're at war or anything.)
I past Alloran and Freyorn on their way to use the Communications consol in our quarters. We had all packed our few personal belongings and were just 'eliminating time'.
I looked at Sofor; we had taken him to the doctor straight after Price Eoptis had dismissed us. The doctor said that he would be fine, he had not had any damage to his optic nerve but he would have a scar there for the rest of his life.
None of us were fooled, not even Sofor. If the prince had wanted to cause damage he could and would have. It had been a warning, a lesson. I knew Sofor would not make the same mistake about Prince Eoptis again. None of us would.
(Let's go and feed. I'm b-o-o-o-o-o-r-e-d!) Alloran cried. (Maybe we'll see that Aylary again.) He winked at me.
I hadn't seen Aylary since the fight. And to be honest I was glad. She scared me.
Feyorn looked up from the info-pad he was reading. (Yes, let's feed. It will be the last time we are on the Homeworld in many months.)
We entered the drop-shaft that led to the feeding grounds. All four of the moons were shinning and so it might as well have been day. I was glad they were out this night; the Homeworld was most beautiful through the moonlight. Feyorn and the others wandered off toward the Reelak. Seerow and I started off in the other direction, running and playing.
Later I would think back to this night. This night, the last night of my childhood.
An hour later we entered the ship. My new home. She was beautiful, shaped almost like a fighter, with two huge engines stuck out on two stubby 'wings', the main shredder sitting proudly over her back.
The main section was an elongated oval, as was typical with our ships; the one thing that made her different was her size. She was huge. So large that instead of like a normal ship she couldn't land in one of the three spaceports on the Homeworld, she had to be docked at the orbiting spacedock. We had to catch a transport up to her.
We followed the rest of the warriors off the transport as we docked. We were heading towards the cargo-hold along with the other full-grown warriors. Feyorn seemed to know quite a few, he seemed almost at home on the ship.
Breeyar was almost as home as Feyorn. He kept on looking at a group of swaggering warriors with envy.
(What are you watching, Breeyar?) Seerow asked.
Almost like a tail-blade Breeyar looked away. (They're fighter pilots. Can't you tell? I want to train to be a fighter pilot.)
Sofor snorted. (What's the point? We're not at war, so why would you want to be a pilot? You wouldn't do much flying, now would you?)
Freyorn rolled his stalk eyes towards the holographic ceiling. (We're here. The captain will arrive shortly to give a speech.)
(Aren't we lucky to have such a know-it-all friend?) Alloran laughed at his own question. (Teach me how to know-it-all like you Freyorn, pleeease!)
(If the arisths are finished, I'll begin.)
We looked up to see the captain standing before us. I don't think I had ever seen such an imposing Andalite. He stood tall, proud, and defiant almost like he thought not even a black-hole could destroy him.
(Ellakine,) Alloran said in the Andalite language. Translation? Way cool.
(Feyorn? Who is this?) Seerow asked him using private thought speak.
Feyorn made a 'who knows?' gesture with his stalks.
The captain smiled at us then looked at the rest of his crew. (I am Captain-prince Ellamar-Shamtel-Isgar; this will be the Nexus's first voyage into deep space. You have all been chosen because you are the best we have. The high command has given us an important mission. We are heading towards the Volenia sector of space; a new race wishes to make an alliance with us, they call themselves the Veloce. It's our job to make sure that happens.)
Every warrior raised his blade in salute. (Yes, sir!) we all said as one.
The captain to saluted and then said the one line I knew was coming. (Make me proud.)
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