(Where are we?) Slade asked, as the pair of them stepped onto the ship, and Shara saw the environment around her returning to some semblance of normality.
(I don't think where is the question we should be asking,) another thought-speak voice, this one distinctly unfamiliar, snapped suddenly. (I think why, how, and especially who are the questions to ask.)
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Waking up to the silent sound of Andalite thought-speak, Aximili opened his main eyes and found himself confronted by the sight of three Andalite warriors confronting Slade and Shara in their strange, armored forms.
(Wait!) he called, forcing himself back to his hooves, before one of the warriors could make the mistake of provoking Slade in particular.
He knew, better than any other Andalite alive, just how dangerous Slade could truly be.
(Who are you, child?) one of the warriors demanded, turning a disinterested pair of stalk eyes on him.
(I am Aristh Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill,) he said.
(Prince Elfangor's little brother?) one of the other warriors asked, cutting into whatever the first warrior would have asked next.
(Yes, I am Elfangor's brother,) he said, feeling more than a little frustrated to always be known as "Prince Elfangor's Little Brother".
(And, who are these creatures accompanying you?) the first of the warriors asked.
(I'm Shara, and this is my older brother, Slade,) Shara herself said, still remaining in the armored form that had enabled her to maintain consciousness even in Zero-Space.
