1 Animorphs Volume 08 The Alien K.A. Applegate *Converted to EBook by Dace K 2 Prologue

Before Earth . . .

"Prepare for return to normal space," Captain Nerefir said in thought-speak.

I was on the bridge of our Dome ship. It was an amazing moment. I had never been on the bridge before. I'd always been stuck in my quarters, or up in the dome. It was an honor to be on the battle bridge with the full warriors, the princes, and the captain himself.

It was because I was Elfangor's little brother. An aristhlike me, a warrior-cadet, wouldn't have been on the bridge otherwise.

Especially not an aristhwho had once run into Captain Nerefir so hard he'd fallen over and ended up bruising one of his eye stalks. It was an accident, but still, it's just not a good idea for lowly cadets to go plowing into great heroes.

But everyone loved Elfangor, so they had to tolerate me. That's the story of my life. If I live two hundred years, I'll probably still be known as Elfangor's little brother.

We came out of Z-space or Zero-space, a realm of white emptiness, back into normal space.

Through the monitors I saw nothing but blackness dotted with stars. And there, just ahead of us, no more than a half-million miles away, was a small, mostly blue planet.

"Is that Earth?" I asked Elfangor. "I didn't realize there was so much water. Can you get Old Hoof and Tail to let me go down to the planet with you?"

"Aximili, shut up!" Elfangor said quickly. He looked slightly sick and cast a dubious glance at Captain Nerefir.

I guess I had been thought-speaking a little loudly. Elfangor was worried that War-Prince Nerefir might have overheard. But I was sure I hadn't been that loud. I mean, I really didn't think that - "Old Hoof and Tail, eh?" Captain Nerefir said. "Is that what they call me?" Elfangor shot me a poisonous look. "I'm sure this aristhdidn't mean any disrespect." I think my brother would have liked to throw me out of the nearest airlock right at that moment.

Slowly Nerefir turned his two main eyes to ward me. He was a frightening old Andalite. A great warrior. A great hero. Elfangor's idol. "Ah, it's the ruffian. The wild brat who knocked me over." He nodded. "Old Hoof and Tail, is it? Well. I kind of like the name." He slowly winked one eye at Elfangor. "I suppose we'll have to let the ruffian live." Suddenly . . .

"Yeerks! We have a Yeerk mother ship in orbit over the planet!" the warrior at the sensor station cried.

3 "They're launching fighters! I count twelve Yeerk Bug fighters," another warrior cried.

"They're on an intercept course. They'll be in firing range in twelve Earth minutes." Captain Nerefir turned his face and his main eyes toward my brother, while his stalk eyes kept watch on the monitors. The humor was gone from his face. "Prince Elfangor? It is time.

Launch all fighters."

But Elfangor hadn't waited for orders. He was already halfway out the door. My tail banged into the doorway as I plowed after him.

"Get to the dome, Aximili," Elfangor said.

"But I want to fight!" I said. "I can fly a fighter as well as - "

"Do not argue with me, Aximili. Aristhsdo not go into battle. You are not a full warrior yet.

Go to the dome. You will be safer there."

"I don't want to be safe," I said. But a warrior, even a warrior-cadet, has to obey orders.

Elfangor was my brother. He was also my prince.

I could hear the thought-speak announcements coming from the bridge: "Yeerk Bug fighters closing fast."

"We are entering the outer-gravitational field of the planet." Elfangor and I came to a pair of drop shafts. Warriors were zooming down, heading for the fighter bays. I would have to go up to reach the dome. The upward drop shaft was empty.

It made me angry. Everyone was fighting but me. When it was all over, Elfangor would be even more of a big hero, and I would still be the little brother. The child.

Elfangor hesitated for just a moment before rushing on. He arched his tail forward. I reached forward with my own tail, arching it up over my back. We touched tail blades.

"You'll have your chance to fight, Aximili," my brother said. "Very soon your fighter will fly side by side with mine. But not in this battle."

"Yes, my prince," I said, sounding very stiff and formal. But as he turned to enter the dropshaft, I couldn't let him go thinking I was mad at him. I said, "Hey, Elfangor? Go burn some slugs."

"That's the plan, little brother," he said with a laugh. "That is the plan." It was the last I saw of him.

He disappeared down the drop shaft. I went upward to the great dome. The dome was the heart of our ship. It was a vast, round, open plain of grass and trees and running water from our home planet, all covered by a transparent dome.

4 I was alone there. The only non-warrior on the great ship. The only one without a battle to fight.

I could see the blue planet above me, hanging in a black sky. It had a moon, just a dead ball of dust. But the planet looked alive. I could see white clouds swirling. Its yellow sun's light sparkled off the vast oceans.

This planet was known to be inhabited by a reasonably intelligent species. We had learned a little about them in school.

My main eyes were drawn to the brilliant flares of engine exhaust as our fighters lanced to ward the onrushing Yeerks.

I was far from the battle bridge now, beyond the range of their thought-speak. I heard nothing in my head. And my ears heard only the sound of a gentle, artificial breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees. I stood on blue-green grass and watched tiny pinpoints of light as the battle was joined in orbit above the blue planet.

And then ... I felt it. A tremor that rolled through my mind. A wave of coldness ... a premonition. Like a waking nightmare.

I turned my stalk eyes away from battle, to ward the dead moon of the blue planet. And there I saw it. A black shape against the gray- white light of the moon. A shape like some twisted battle-ax.

"Blade ship . . ." I whispered. "A Visser's Blade ship!" Our fighters were all away. Our Dome ship had massive weapons, but the Blade ship was fast and maneuverable. Too fast!

The warriors on the battle bridge had no choice. They had to separate the dome in order to be able to fight. I felt a grinding, crunching sensation as the dome was released to drift free of the main line of the ship.

Then . . . silence as the dome floated free.

Slowly, the rest of my ship rotated into sight. Without the dome it looked like a long stick, with the huge bulge of engines on the far end, and the smaller bulge of the battle bridge in the middle. They were trying to turn to meet the Blade ship.

Too slow.

The Blade ship fired!

"NO!"

Dracon beams, bright as a sun, lanced through space.

The ship fired again. Again. Again.

An explosion of light! A silent explosion like a small sun going nova.

5 The ship ... my ship . . . blew up into its separate atoms. One huge flash of light, and a hundred Andalite warriors died.

WHUMMPPPFF!

The shock wave hit the dome. It was translated into sound. The grass beneath my hooves slammed up at me. A terrible rattling, shaking, heaving.

"Ahhhh!"

My knees buckled and I fell to the grass. Everything was spinning! Wildly, out of control! I could feel the artificial gravity weaken. The stabilizers had failed.

The dome was falling. Falling out of orbit.