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chapter 3
"Was it Jak?" Daxter asked.
I…don't know. Arbron stared at the ruins of his rebellion.
"How can we help him? Is he under control yet? Why was he in a cage?"
Uh, last first. The only hosts in cages are ones who are against the Yeerks, so he's not cooperating. I don't know if he's been infested yet. But-if you stay and work with me, we might be able to save him.
"Well, what do you suggest we do? Just let Jak do all of the work? I don't think so!"
There are only a few rebel Taxxons left, so we'll have to find new tactics. Do you have any technology you could share?
"Well, Jak was the only one who had guns, I just crawled through stuff and got things for him when he couldn't."
What kind of spacecraft do you have? How did you get here?
"We got teleported magically by precursors and I guess this is the quest they were talking about."
Teleportation? Could you do it again?
"Err, we had help. I don't think I could do it."
Well, you certainly are keeping things a challenge. Why don't you look around and see if you can find any more survivors?
"Ok." Daxter quickly looked through the junk and then got hit by a rock. "Why is this happening to me all the time! I tell ya it's a curse." Then he saw that someone threw it. "Is that a friend?" he asked Arbron.
"Shreekirt sthlith!" Arbron yelled to the place the rock came from. Yes, it's a friend. They just don't know you yet.
Another Taxxon slithered down. "Ethyishal?""Shnirit." Daxter, introduce yourself.
"I am Daxter! Aplogy please!" he pouted. "That hurt!"
"Ssrishak crinssheer!" the Taxxon hissed.
He says he doesn't regret these actions. He thought you were an enemy, Arbron translated.
"I bet he still does! Why can't he just telepath to me, if he thinks he's so smart!" Daxter mocked.
I can only use this form of communication because I am an Andalite. This is how we speak. Taxxons have to speak with their mouths. The Taxxon turned angrily to Arbron and said something. He wants me to translate this. Arbron began speaking rapidly.
"Slow down! Yeesh!"
I'm just repeating what we said. Arbron finished and listened to his friend's answer. He thinks "Daxter" is a stupid name.
"Or just call me orange lightning!"
Arbron seemed to relay this message. The other Taxxon looked disappointed. I told him you were poisonous, so he won't try to eat you. We eat everything we can.
"Oh, um, that's good to hear!" he said sarcastically. "Besides, shouldn't we worry more about Jak!" he shouted.
We can't go in now, it would be suicide. You'll have to be patient.
"I'm guessing they won't let us in so easily?"
They don't know that some of the rebels are still alive.
"Do you know if he is infested yet? Or is he still in a cage?"
No, how could I know?
"I don't know, but do you know a way to get back in your old form once we get Jak back?" Man, this is all confusing. Where is Tess when you need her? he thought.
Only if he has technology that could help us…or if the Yeerks do, and we could steal it. Are you experienced in theft?
"…hmm. Well I guess I sorta am. How smart are they exactly?"
The Andalites gave them access to a lot of technology. One has even infested an Andalite. So they are very formidable.
"Wait, are Andalites humanoid? I need to see what one looks like."
Why?
"It will just be easier for me so I know who to steal from," Daxter grinned.
We can go to look at Alloran, he is the Andalite. In the Yeerk pool. But if the Yeerks see us…it will not go well.
"Well, since your little friend is so violent, maybe 'it' would like to go first."
Arbron translated this. His friend replied, "Skrell skyia skeer sclee tirrit!"
You don't want to know what he said.
"Let me guess, do it myself."
Good guess. Arbron told his friend a plan. We go together or not at all.
"Skrill."
"Why don't we go together. So what do I have to do? I'm good at crawling through things and climbing things to get items."
If you're a good climber…We can dig tunnels. Follow us, and we can dig straight to Alloran's cage.
"All right, so do you think he'll know if they did 'you know what' to Jak yet?"
Alloran sees everything the Visser-the Yeerk-does. If the Yeerk knows, he'll know.
"So he's like a spy?"
No! He's a slave in his own head!
"Oh, ok! We'd better rescue him and the others as well as Jak then!"
I admire your enthusiasm, but we need to take it slowly. Our numbers are low, and we should build them up.
"Ah…hate to burst your bubble, but where the heck are we gonna get an army? It's gonna take too long and we might be too late!"
Too late for what?
"To save everybody!" Good thing Ashlein or Keira isn't here, he thought to himself.
There's no time limit. We take it one day at a time.
"Jeez, don't you worry about your fellow comrades?"
Excuse me? Hundreds of Tax-of my people died today. We owe it to their memory not to join them.
"Oh, sorry about that. Besides, I don't like this place, it's worse than the slums! I just want to get Jak and help you out as fast as we can. Let's hope they don't piss him off!"
Yes, Arbron began eating dirt to make a tunnel. Let us hope.
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