Chapter One

"Where it all Starts"

Edriss, who held the highest general rank of Visser One, sat at the controls after pushing her weapons head out of the way. You always had to do it yourself if you wanted it done right. Where was that damned blade ship?

Her eyes scanned the radars that lay before her on the windows that laid out the view of outer space. Nothing… Everything was showing up blank. How could someone so stupid be that clever in hiding for that long? She was sure that he was somewhere in the atmosphere of a certain blue planet. It shouldn't have been that hard to find him.

She wanted revenge because she was getting tired of Visser Three killing off her guards while they were off duty, and hanging them off the railing of her end of the mother ship, while laughing insanely at her. Edriss knew very well that the council wouldn't want to hear of it, so she had to handle everything on her own-- plus there would be a fight of finger pointing of what law who broke. She didn't want a death sentence.

"Aha!" she muttered under her breath. There was a blip in the radar, and most likely it was the sweet and wonderful Visser hiding from her.

((Do you know how childish this is?)) said Eva.

Visser One decided to not answer because her reply would have confirmed what her host was saying. He sodding started it. Unfortunately, her host was right, but she knew very well that Visser Three shouldn't get away with it-- and that was the main point. Edriss wanted to put a little dint in Esplin's little blade ship as a threat to what she could do. Unfortunately….

"Shit!" she shouted. The blip was in fact him, and he was directly behind her.

((Oh Visser)) cooed an arrogant thought-speech voice.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the communications screen, seeing the Andalite head with glowing green eyes. The bastard was already gloating over a victory. "What do you want?" she snarled, trying to ignore the laughter that echoed in her mind. Okay, maybe it really was childish, but the Vissers' game was much more dangerous than candy land. The computer detected that all his weapons were pointed directly at her. He intended to kill her. "Esplin!" she welcomed in fake sweetness. "How nice to see you."

He ignored the snide greeting went straight to the gloating. ((Let us skip pleasantries, for I would like to show you my new weapon that I have just had installed. Wouldn't you like to see?)) He squinted his eyes, waiting to hear her beg.

"No I would not like to see," she replied rather darkly, "But I'm sure you're going to show me anyway."

((That's right!)) he crowed.

"You know, dear Visser, if you killed me, more than likely you would be charged with treason."

((I do not think so because in destroying you, I would be getting rid of a human lover-- an Andalite tool if you will.))

Edriss ignored the attack through gritted teeth. It was calling the kettle black. He was the one that researched, in his youth, all he could about Andalites. And they were the bigger enemies in the end, not the humans. If he called her a traitor, then he was the even bigger one to the empire.

((I have been doing a little research on human sayings, so in human I guess you would say… 'say your prayers!' Haha-HA!))

That was when her crew started going wild. All around her the computers began blinking furiously, some flashing red. The bastard was powering up his weapons! Edriss was seething, but didn't bother trying to subdue her host. She didn't have the time. At the moment she had to figure out how to get out of this trap, and bring the Visser into trouble at the same time. Fortunately for her, someone interrupted Visser Three's greatest victory.

On both the Blade ship's main screen, along with Edriss's ship appeared a cloaked figure. That made both of them freeze. Well, maybe Edriss a little bit more. Esplin rolled his main eyes, and began to agitatedly tap his front hoof, hoping that whatever the council wanted it wouldn't interrupt his fun, nor be that long. But you couldn't have everything.

"The council would like to see you in the center room of the pool ship at this moment," said the flat voice of one of the Hork-Bajir hosts. "Both of you."

Visser Three started to complain, but stopped, knowing that you just didn't say 'no' to a council member even if you had the only Andalite host-- plus he was going to look like an idiot in front of Visser One. Curse it! He couldn't have it all. He would have to wait to destroy her some other time-- and maybe if he was lucky, he could pull of killing both the Andalite bandits and her at the same time.

That was an instance that he often dreamt about.