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A/N: Sorry to all my reviewers who read this. I've been having problems with my computer and then I started off on another story called A Second Chance (just in case you want to check it out.) I've switched the thought speech to ( ). My computer didn't like the arrows.

Blade Ships, Dracon Beams, and Hork-Bajir

I turned toward the computer voice, following Darex's head. Darex started to run towards... somewhere. I followed as best I could, trying to keep up with him. This was rather hard, considering he had about a few years and two extra legs on me. He also knew how to use his legs. WARNING: To those of you who have been with a Yeerk for about 3 years or more and are now living without one, do not try to run! You will fall.

Which is precisely what I proceeded to do. I banged up my knee pretty good, but I continued down the hall after Darex. I burst into the bridge. Strands of wet dark brown hair fell in my face as I bent over, breathing hard. I immediately regretted bursting in when I looked up an beheld Visser Three and a Hork-Bajir Controller behind him. I recognized the Hork-Bajir immediately, not because he was a Controller whom I had known; actually I recognized the expression on his face. This was because I had seen it on my face many times in the mirror. It was that evil smirk that Kornath had practiced so hard in the bathroom so that it would be down pat when needed. Honestly, I think he spent more time in the bathroom than I ever would have, given the choice.

Kornath--aka Visser Seven, aka the Hork-Bajir--spotted me. He looked at me with disbelief. I think he must have thought I had simply run away. I guessed that the police man had figured that too. He regained his composure quickly. Visser Three's evil "voice" filled the room, (You must surrender. If you do not, we will simply have to board your ship, so that we do not risk loosing such wonderful hosts.) He smiled evilly. I felt cold all of the sudden and shivered uncontrollably.

Chrispen and Liliana looked slightly afraid. Darex, on the other hand, looked like someone who was trying his best to look unafraid. Needless to say, we were all doomed and we knew it.

(You must give us time to decide our fate,) Darex demanded and then he turned off the communications thingy. He swiveled one stalk eye towards Chrispen and the other towards Liliana. (You must get out of here,) he said to Chrispen, (I will try to kill the Vissers myself by going aboard. Once I am aboard you must get Liliana out of here no matter what the cost.)

Chrispen shook his head slightly, (I do not wish to abandon you, my friend. I never have. But, I know I must also see that Liliana gets to the Andalite home world safely no matter what the cost. So, this I will do, I promise.)

I felt really left out and ignored at this point, so I walked over to the communications thingy and pressed the button that Darex had pushed to turn the communications off. I had a plan; a stupid plan, perhaps, but a plan nonetheless. "Hello, Visser Three. We will gladly surrender."

Visser Seven, Darex, Chrispen, and Liliana all stared at me like I had gone mad. Visser Three smiled creepily with his eyes again, (Troops, prepare to board the ship.) He cut the communications.

(Have you no mind? What were you thinking by telling Visser Three that we surrender!) Darex yelled so loudly that my head started to spin.

"I was thinking that it was our best plan of escape. You can kill the Hork-Bajir and morph them. Then, you can drag me and whoever decides to be bait onto the other ship. We can kill both Visser Three and Visser Seven and get out in a Bug Fighter."

Darex stared at me and started to mull it over, but before he could reach a decision Hork-Bajir boarded the ship...

A/N: Cliff hanger again. Don't worry. I've got the next chapter up too. So you don't have to wait. Oh, this will switch personalities at points.