(Greetings, Andalite.) Tommy shuddered; Visser Three's thought-speak voice was far from something he wanted in his head, but this was what he had to deal with, considering where he was. (I see that you have chosen a similar form to one of your fellow Bandits. Impressive, but I have little time for this charade. Demorph.)
Tommy didn't say a word, staying in his lion morph, the way every one of them who wasn't Ax did when they faced any of the Yeerks and their forces; none of them could be allowed to find out that only one of the Animorphs was an Andalite.
(Someone dispose of that garbage,) Visser Three snapped, flicking his tail at the dead Hork-Bajir on the deck. (And find that Andalite! Bring in bio-scanners. He didn't escape, he just morphed something very, very small.)
(Tommy.)
(Ax!) While he was glad to know that Ax had managed to get himself out of the cell where Visser Three had imprisoned him, but he was still more than a little startled to find his fellow Animorph talking to him so abruptly. (Where are you? Can Visser Three hear you?)
(I morphed into a flee; I'm on Visser Three,) Ax said. (And, as long as you continue speaking directly to me, Visser Three will be unable to hear us.)
(That's good to know,) he said. (Did you see any way for us to escape?)
(Yes, but I will need your help,) Ax said. (Do you see a computer console nearby? There will likely be a Taxxon working at it.)
(The room here is ringed with computer consoles, and pretty much all of them have Taxxons working at them,) he said, looking down from Visser Three's glaring face – it looked like a glare, anyway, for all that Visser Three didn't have a mouth. (If you're going to do something, you should probably do it quick; Visser Three doesn't look happy.)
(That can hardly be avoided,) Ax said. (Do you see a small, square pad that the Taxxon is touching?)
(Every one of them seems to be pressing one of their… I guess you'd call it a hand, to whatever kind of square you were talking about.)
(Those are interfaces, like your human keyboards,) Ax said. (When you touch it, you can transmit your thoughts directly to the computer. It's similar to thought-speech-)
(Ax, we can talk about that later,) he cut in. (Visser Three already sounds like he's going to do something drastic, and I don't think either of us want to provoke him any more than we probably already have.)
(Yes, I suppose you're right,) Ax said. (Head to the console, press your hand against it, and think "open hatch". Just think "open hatch".)
