Authors: K. A. Applegate
The Bug fighter landed as gently as a feather. I held my breath.
The hatch opened. Out stepped a Hork-Bajir-Controller.
The Andalite prince, Ax’s brother, had told us that the Hork-Bajir were a good, decent people who had been enslaved against their will by the Yeerks.
Uh-huh. Maybe so. But what they looked like was a whole different thing. Hork-Bajir are big, walking razor blades. They’re about seven feet tall, two arms, two legs, and a nasty spiked tail similar to Andalite tails.
There are swordlike blades raked forward from their snake heads. There are blades at their elbows and wrists and knees.
I mean, let me put it this way: If Klingons were real, they would be scared of Hork-Bajir.
The Hork-Bajir stepped clear of the Bug fighter. Then, he just stood there.
Why was the Hork-Bajir just standing there? He should’ve been looking around. After all, he was answering a distress beacon. Why was he just standing there like he was waiting for something?
“Tsseeeeerrrr!”
Tobias swooped, falling from the sky at close to a hundred miles an hour. He raked his talons forward and hit the Hork-Bajir’s face.
“RROOWWWRR!”
Jake leaped from cover. He sailed through the air and hit the Hork-Bajir with paws outstretched, claws bared.
The Hork-Bajir went down hard.
Jake rolled away as the Hork-Bajir slashed the air like an out-of-control food processor.
But just then Rachel rumbled up, as big as a tank.
She pressed one big, tree-stump leg on the Hork-Bajir’s chest and pressed him down against the ground. She did not crush him, just held him like a bug who could easily be squashed.
The Hork-Bajir decided it was time to stop struggling and lie very still.
Too
easy,
a part of my mind warned me.
Too easy. No Hork-Bajir-Controller has ever just given up like that.
But I had other problems. My job was to get inside the Bug fighter. Get the Taxxon pilot.
I ran forward, loping clumsily on my squat gorilla legs, swinging my massive, mighty gorilla arms. Cassie and Ax were right there with me. Taxxons are disgusting, oversized centipedes, but I wasn’t worried.
We were more than enough to handle a Taxxon. But then —
Zzzzzzzzaaapppp!
A brilliant red beam of light sliced the air just inches in front of me. It blocked my way.
Zzzzzzzzaaaapppp!
Another beam of blinding red light. This crossed behind me. It exploded gravel into steam as it traced a path!
I spun around, looking for cover.
Zzzzzzaaaaappppp!
I looked, as the Dracon beams formed a cage of deadly light around us. The edge of the quarry above was lined with Hork-Bajir. I looked left. More! To the right … more!
The entire quarry was lined with Hork-Bajir warriors, each armed with a Dracon beam. There must have been a hundred of them. We were surrounded.
Completely surrounded.
Cassie called Tobias.
he said.
The reality settled over us. The despair.
to be!> Rachel yelled.
We were trapped. Outnumbered. Outsmarted.
Finished.
And that was when
he
came.
H
e looked so much like Ax. So much like Prince Elfangor. And yet, so totally different. The difference wasn’t something you saw. It was something you felt.
A shadow on your soul. A darkness that blotted out the light of the sun. Evil. Destruction.
Not the impersonal, programmed destructiveness of the ants. This was warm-blooded, deliberate evil.
His body was an Andalite. He was the only Andalite-Controller in existence. The only Yeerk ever to infest an Andalite body. The only Yeerk with the Andalite power to morph.
Visser Three.
Visser Three, who had murdered the Andalite Prince Elfangor while we cowered in terror.
Visser Three, who even the Hork-Bajir and Taxxons feared.
Visser Three’s main eyes focused on Ax. he said, surprised.
Ax started to say something, but Jake snapped,
Give him nothing.>
Ax fell silent, but he was practically vibrating with rage and hatred for the Yeerk Visser. It wasn’t surprising. Visser Three had killed his brother.
But Jake was right. We couldn’t get into a conversation with Visser Three. The rest of us still wanted to hide the fact that we were humans, not Andalites. We could too easily slip and reveal the truth.
Visser Three seemed to be enjoying his big moment.
image, we will have to
be sure and keep some of these forms alive. It would be entertaining to try some of these morphs myself.>
None of us said anything. At least not anything that was human. Jake did snarl, drawing his tiger lip back over his teeth.
I was sick with dread and fear. But not so afraid that I didn’t notice a sneer in Visser Three’s tone when he said “Visser One.”
Visser Three must have given some signal, because at that moment his Blade ship appeared overhead, shimmering into view as it decloaked.
The Blade ship is far larger than the Bug fighters, and very different. It is jet-black. It’s built like some kind of battle-ax from the Middle Ages, with two curved ax-head wings, and a long, diamond-pointed “handle” aimed forward.
But Rachel did nothing. And I did nothing. And we all just stood there, under the watchful eyes of a hundred Hork-Bajir.
They must have landed out of sight while we were busy watching the one Bug fighter.
Ax had used the wrong frequency. The Yeerks had figured out we were laying a trap. And our trap had become Visser Three’s trap.
A couple dozen of the Hork-Bajir leaped down from the high wall of the quarry and surrounded us. They kept their Dracon beams leveled at us as the Blade ship landed on the quarry floor.
“Go, obey
farghurrash
there
horlit!”
one of the Hork-Bajir said, in the strange mix of English and their own language that they use.
He pointed to the Blade ship. A door had opened in the side.
Rachel said.
But as she approached the door, the door widened to her size. It stretched and grew as if the metal skin of the Blade ship were alive.
What a pathetic little crew we were, trooping inside the Blade ship. Weak and pathetic and stupid to
imagine that we could ever have resisted the Yeerks.
Visser Three was right. We were fools.
This wasn’t even my fight, I thought. Not really. This wasn’t my time to die.
I guess I wanted to feel angry. But what I felt was numb, as I trooped into the Blade ship with the others. You know, like I wasn’t really there, almost. I was past feeling anything, I guess. I just kept thinking,
It’s happening. It’s finally really happening.
The next day was Sunday. My dad would go to my mom’s grave. Alone.
It would be a while before he would admit that I, too, was gone.
Just like when my mom died—there would never be a body.
Just like my mom.
T
his is not looking good,> I said. I couldn’t take the silence anymore.
That got some halfhearted laughs from the
others. I don’t know why I was making jokes. I guess that’s the way I am. When bad things happen, I tell jokes. But inside I felt sick. Like I had swallowed broken glass.
She knew that was dumb, of course. But when you’re scared, you start grabbing at anything. You want to believe there’s a way out.
The truth was, there were exactly two possibilities. Visser Three would kill us. Or Visser Three would turn us into Controllers. He would infest us with a Yeerk.
It was true. I knew it was true. I guess I’d known it all along. But hearing it said, it made me want to crawl into a corner.
My dad. Cassie’s parents. Rachel’s mom and her sisters. Jake’s parents. Maybe even Jake’s brother, Tom, although he was one of
them.
Their lives were at risk, too.
Suddenly, a window opened in one of the walls. It just grew, the same way the door had before. Like the steel was alive. It formed a round porthole, large enough for all of us to see—even Rachel, who could only turn her massive head enough to look with one eye.
I gasped.
Below us, blue and white and so beautiful it brought tears to your eyes, was Earth.
Sun sparkled off the ocean. Clouds swirled over the Gulf of Mexico, a big spiral, maybe a hurricane.
We looked. Through the eyes of the animals of Earth, but with the minds of human beings, we looked down at our planet.
Our
planet.
For now, at least. For a little while longer.
Then something different came into view, as the Blade ship rotated away from Earth.
The mother ship.
It was a gigantic, three-legged insect. The center was a single, bloated sphere. The sphere was flatter on the bottom, and from the bottom hung a weird, mismatched series of tendrils. Like the tendrils of
a jellyfish. Each one must have been a quarter mile long.
Around the sphere were three legs, bent up, then back down, exactly like a spider’s legs.
It just hung in orbit, like a predator gazing down hungrily at blue Earth below.
Rachel said.
Cassie said.
I wanted to yell, “Yes! Yes, it is your fault!”
But Cassie said what we all knew in our hearts.
It was true. But sometimes, when everything hits the fan, you don’t want the truth. You just want someone to blame.
I could see an opening in the side of the Yeerk mother ship—a docking port. As I watched, a pair of quick Bug fighters flew in, dwarfed by the size of the opening.
A minute later, we entered the docking port and were suddenly bathed in deep red light.
Through the window, we could see Yeerk crewmen— Hork-Bajir, Taxxons, and two or three other alien species, in simple red or dark brown uniforms. And there were humans, too. My first reaction was hope. Humans!