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Gonrod gets the Elfangor Award for Tolkien anagrams
I genuinely don't remember the rest of this book and I can't recall what Arbat's deal is. The situation here smacks of the traitor on Leera but not in a way that makes any sense, so it feels more like he was eliminating Aloth as some kind of 5-dimensional chess move. I'm calling bullshit that he's "retired" and his orders to Astrid earlier made it pretty clear that he's actually in charge here (and Gonrod knows it).

Also I'm glad Aloth's gone because I'm not dyslexic but even after their roles had been delineated I was still blurring them together while reading. Pick a different vowel, Applegate!

freebooter posted:

I genuinely don't remember the rest of this book and I can't recall what Arbat's deal is. The situation here smacks of the traitor on Leera but not in a way that makes any sense, so it feels more like he was eliminating Aloth as some kind of 5-dimensional chess move. I'm calling bullshit that he's "retired" and his orders to Astrid earlier made it pretty clear that he's actually in charge here (and Gonrod knows it).

Also I'm glad Aloth's gone because I'm not dyslexic but even after their roles had been delineated I was still blurring them together while reading. Pick a different vowel, Applegate!

I'm not going to lie it's been messing with me too. I cannot remember who was who at all without rechecking constantly. Best one easy trick doctor's hate it of writing I was ever given was have all the main characters' names start with a different letter and the reader will have a lot easier time keeping track.
I do that too. George R.R. Martin apparently tried to subvert it because of ~realism~ and if you look at the actual Middle Ages everyone was named either Thomas, William or Richard, but he only did that with dead fathers etc. not actual main characters we were expected to keep track of.

FlocksOfMice posted:

I'm not going to lie it's been messing with me too. I cannot remember who was who at all without rechecking constantly. Best one easy trick doctor's hate it of writing I was ever given was have all the main characters' names start with a different letter and the reader will have a lot easier time keeping track.
Same, I have had to re-read this more than any others just to keep them straight. Also somehow the guy who sold organs is my favorite out of this group.

freebooter posted:

I do that too. George R.R. Martin apparently tried to subvert it because of ~realism~ and if you look at the actual Middle Ages everyone was named either Thomas, William or Richard, but he only did that with dead fathers etc. not actual main characters we were expected to keep track of.

I once worked on something set in 1220 or so and, historically, damn near every Lady was named Eleanor or Ellen or Elaine or Helen and it was very confusing.
Chapter 21

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<We will not attack the pool,> Gonrod insisted as he expertly landed the ship near the pond where we had held our initial meeting.

<We must,> Arbat told him.

<Those are not my orders from the War Council,> Gonrod's voice was almost tearful. <I am in command. I refuse to attack the pool without orders. It is too risky. Do you understand? If we were captured, the Yeerks would have more Andalite hosts. You said so yourself. That is why you killed
Aloth.>

Arbat's answer was laced with menace. <Let me remind you that I am Apex Level Intelligence. If I chose to exercise my prerogatives and relieve you of command, you would then have no choice but to follow my orders.>

<Relieve me? On what grounds?>

<I believe you know.>

Gonrod's voice quivered with indignation. <But the War Council ...>

<I will take full responsibility,> Arbat assured him. <The War Council and I have - an understanding.>

It was a masterpiece of understatement. The Apex Level of Andalite Intelligence pretty much ran the War Council.

<The aristh will lead us in,> Arbat told Gonrod. <Tonight>

Gonrod did not argue. Estrid remained impassive. She took neither side, but of course, in practical effect, that made her Arbat's ally.

Gonrod landed the ship back at The Gardens. We all agreed that we needed rest. All we could possibly have agreed on at that particular moment.

I went to my quarters. Moments later I was off the ship and in the air.

I needed computer skills well beyond my own. It is one thing to penetrate human computer security - if you can even call it security - it was a different thing altogether to abrogate Apex Level Security measures.

I returned to the ship an hour later. In time for my own watch on deck.

<I am your relief, Gonrod,> I told him.

He seemed far away. Distracted. But he acknowledged me and returned the ritual reply. <A most welcome relief. The ship is yours.>

Gonrod left the deck.

I took a deep breath. Entered myself in the computer as the officer on duty. Then I said, <It is safe.>
The panel of monitors before me shimmered.

And out of the image stepped a thing that seemed to be made of steel and ivory. A machine whose form vaguely suggested that of an Earth canine.

The android met my gaze, then shimmered again. Where the android had stood was now a man who called himself Mr. King.

Mr. King. The Chee. Android.

<Your holographic technology is genuinely impressive,> I said. <Thank you for your help.>

"The Chee owe you," he said simply. "Now, let's see about this security system."

He switched off his familiar appearance and reverted to his true form.

<Can you not remain disguised while here? I am concerned that someone may come up here.>

"It's a question of energy demand," he said. "I can stay 'human' and do it slow, or I can divert all energy to the job and get it done faster."

<Faster,> I said.

He pressed a finger into one of the console ports and his joints whirred and clicked. "Here it comes."

I saw the computer screen light up.

<ENCRYPTED DATA! APEX LEVEL CLEARANCE ONLY! ENTER CODE.>

The screen began to blink. Counters appeared. Images scrolled past in a blur.

"Here we go. We're in. Who are we looking for?"

<Start with Aloth-Attamil-Gahar.>

There was a brief pause. Then Aloth's name and record appeared. He was already listed as

"Killed in Action."

<Request detail,> I instructed.

A pause.

"He was killed in action in some system called Rakkam Garoo," Mr. King said. "A ship called Ralek River. The ship was destroyed."

<I see. Now Gonrod-Isfall-Sonilli.>

Pause.

"Same story. Identical."

<Arbat-Elivat-Estoni?>

Pause.

The android turned his canid face to me. "You have a bunch of unlucky friends. This one was also killed aboard the Ralek River."

<Yes. Quite a coincidence.>

"Is that it?"

<One more name: Estrid-Corill-Darrath?>

Pause.

"No record."

<Try again.>

"Says, 'No record of personnel by that name'"

<Try accessing the academy files.>

This time the pause was longer.

"Nope," Mr. King said. "Nothing."

I was feeling sick. Scared. Impossible. It was all impossible.

A tired old ship sent on a vital mission staffed by misfits who were already listed as dead.

My hearts began a dull, sickening thud.

The Andalite War Council did not expect this ship to return. The Andalite War Council did not want this ship to return.

This ship was on a suicide mission.

So who here had suicide mission?

Chapter 22

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I thanked Mr. King for his assistance and then left the command deck in search of some answers.

I took the drop shaft to the third tier, moving slowly and cautiously. I passed Aloth's empty quarters. Gonrod's door was closed. So was Estrid's, but I knocked softly.

No answer.

I pressed my ear against the door to see if I could hear her stirring. I heard nothing. At least nothing from inside Estrid's room.

A vibration in the wall. Sound conducted by the metal tubing that reinforced the seams of the ship.

I heard the clink of plex against plex. The faint rattle of metal. And then, the sound of hooves.

The sound was traveling up from the second tier. The tier that was supposed to be sealed off.

The lab.

I stepped back into the shaft and off at the second tier. The hallway was dark.

I stepped forward and felt the creepy crawly sensation of passing through a force field.

It was easy to figure out what the force field contained. My stomach turned. It smelted like death on this floor. Sour. Putrid. The rot of diseased flesh. The force field kept the stench from permeating the ship.

And no wonder. The wall was lined with casket vaults. Empty now, but still redolent with the hideous odor of death.

I picked up my hooves, careful to make no sound as I made my way toward the source of the faint noises.

The smells of death receded and were replaced by the smell of decontaminant. I stopped outside a door. Yes, she was in there.

I slid the door open manually to minimize noise.

Estrid stood at a lab table, pouring the contents of one plex vial into another. She dropped the first vial into a steaming container of decontaminant and carefully began to place a cap on the second vial.

She saw me. Jerked in surprise. The vial slipped from her hand.

<NO!>

Her terror galvanized me. I dove forward, my back legs skidding on the floor. I fell heavily but reached out my hands and caught the vial.

Estrid groaned and her knees buckled. She sank down. Held a trembling hand out to me. <Give it to me.> Her voice shook. <Please. Carefully.>

<What is it, Estrid?>

Her expression hardened. <That is not your concern.>

I rolled to my feet, still holding the vial.

<Careful!> she cried, scrambling up herself.

I began to open the vial.

<NO!> She lurched forward, I held it out of reach.

<I have grown very tired of being lied to,> I said. <I want the truth.>

<Go ask Arbat>

<I am asking you.>

<I cannot answer.>

<Ah, but you can,> I said. I held the vial gingerly and twisted open the cap.

<No! You idiot!>

<Question number one: You are not an aristh. Are you?>

Her eyes flickered. <No,> she said after a long pause.

<Yes and not> she amended. <I was made an honorary aristh for this mission. But I have never attended the academy.>

I am ashamed to say that my first feeling was one of embarrassment. That a female, one that had never even attended the academy, had very nearly beaten me in one-on-one combat. <If you did not attend the academy, where did you learn your tail fighting?>

<I have a brother,> she explained.

My embarrassment was not alleviated. <I, too, had a brother with whom I tail fought. But it took years of academy training for him to achieve your level of skill.>

<My brother is Ajaht-Litsom-Esth,> she said.

Ajaht-Litsom-Esth! I could not help laughing. Ajaht-Litsom-Esth is the highest scoring exhibition tail fighter on the Andalite planet.

<And are you also Arbat's niece?>

<No. His student. At the University of Advanced Scientific Theory.>

I was astounded. <But you are ...>

<Young. Yes. I am a prodigy. A genius. I do not mean to sound immodest, but it is true. It has not been easy,> she said softly. <At the university, they treated me as a joke when I arrived. A young female! So, of course, they forced me into sub-particle fusion.>

The eyes on her face flashed with anger. <I was so intellectually frustrated, I wanted to die. Then I met Arbat.>

Now her eyes shone. <He saw past my youth and my gender. He saw what I could do if I had the freedom and the tools. His influence changed everything. I received my own lab. Permission to follow my own area of interest.>

<Plintconarhythmic physics?>

She nodded.

<Theoretical or applied?>

<Applied.>

<Yes, of course.> Slowly. Carefully. I placed the vial on the counter.

<What is it?> I asked, almost certain that I would rather not know.

<A prion virus, of sorts. I would explain, but you ...>

<No. I would not understand,> I admitted.

<I discovered it. By accident, really. When I confided in Arbat, he sealed off my lab to the rest of the faculty and my research was classified as Apex Level Weapons Intelligence.>

<It is a weapon?>

She nodded. <Three benign particles. In combination, they form a quasi-virus. A programmable virus. Deadly to Yeerks.>

I shivered with revulsion. Germ warfare.

Her eye stalks drooped. <There is one problem,> she continued. <One of the components is subject to ... to simplify, it has a volatility that could cause it to mutate in a Yeerk with a human host.>

<Meaning?>

<Meaning it could become deadly to humans also.>

And who had biological weapon?
W00t
Welp, here I go genociding again!
Also lol that apparently Alloran wasn't wrong, just ahead of his time.
Interesting that it's suicide mission. Leave absolutely no trace that the noble Andalites committed another genocide. 'Pretty fortunate that Earth is no longer a problem we would have to get to eventually. Guess the humans were due for a pretty nasty plague.'
This plague is intended to kill the Yeerks, not humanity. It's just...not perfect, and humans could be collateral damage. (Not really any better, but unlike with the Hork-Bajir, killing humanity isn't the goal.
Looks like the Andalite govt agrees with my 'Alloran did nothing wrong' stance!
Technically speaking, of course, it's a murder-suicide mission.

Ax has obviously been unreliably-narrating for a bit, co-ordinating stuff with the other Animorphs, and you have to wonder whether or not some of them are in the room right now as insects. If Rachel at the very least is, then I'd assume the second they hear what Estrid just said it's Grizzly Time, and I doubt the others would be much more charitable.

Comrade Blyatlov posted:

Looks like the Andalite govt agrees with my 'Alloran did nothing wrong' stance!

To a given definition of "government." This does smack of the equivalent of the CIA and/or executive branch deciding they don't need to worry Congress' pretty little heads about every little thing they get up to overseas.
Chapter 23

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Now it was all clear. Crystal clear.

Gonrod and Aloth were dupes. This mission was about Arbat and Estrid. Gonrod was an expendable pilot. Aloth? A thug.

The War Council sent them to Earth with the understanding that their mission was to assassinate Visser Three.

The reality was that Estrid and Arbat were here on a genocidal errand for which no one on the War Council was willing to take official responsibility. Not after the disaster on the Hork-Bajir planet.

In fact, the War Council might know nothing of this mission at all. Was Arbat a renegade?

No wonder Arbat had not wanted Visser Three assassinated. Had Aloth successfully killed him, Gonrod would have been forced to report "mission accomplished" over the secure communication channels.

Even if Arbat could have kept Gonrod from reporting back, the news of Visser three's death would have traveled swiftly enough.

A War Council that either needed to deny, or did not even know of a mission to Earth, would have found an announcement of success a bit of an embarrassment.

Then the deeper thought struck me. <It was about me. You needed me. Only I could give you the location of the Yeerk pool. It is too well shielded from your sensors. You needed me.> Estrid met my gaze. If she was ashamed she hid it well.

<Your appearance at the newspaper was no accident. You needed to encounter me. And the attack on the community center? Necessary to show me that they only remaining alternative was the Yeerk pool - the best place to introduce the virus. You used me.>

<Visser Three murdered your brother. We knew that you would have no alternative but to help us kill him.>

I wanted to deny it. Wanted her to deny it. An immoral, illegal, despicable mission, and I was a necessary part of it all. I was a pawn in a terrifying replay of the crimes on the Hork-Bajir world.

Alloran, the Andalite who later became the host body of Visser Three, had directed the use of biologicals to exterminate the Hork-Bajir.

Better dead than hosts and weapons of the Yeerks.

How many Hork-Bajir had died, no one knew. Enough survived to supply shock troops to the Yeerks.

It was a crime that seared the conscience of all Andalites. It was an evil so profound that we would never be free of its taint.

And now, again? Again?

<You cannot do this.> I told Estrid.

<Why not?> She lifted her chin. <I am working to eliminate the instability. But even if it does prove fatal to humans as well as Yeerks, our aims are achieved. The Yeerks will never be able to use this planet as a host colony. The humans will not die in vain. The Yeerk scourge will stop here. They
will not succeed in enslaving one more race.>

<Your logic is indisputable. Yet, if the price of freedom is the loss of an entire sentient species, then perhaps the price is too high.>

<The universe is a vast place, Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill. We cannot afford to be sentimental about one species mental about one species. There is too much at stake.>

<Aximili, if you only understood the elegance of the equations. If you could grasp the mathematical beauty... . We are on the verge of deploying a weapon that, once it is perfected, will make us invulnerable! We will have absolute power throughout the galaxy! We can destroy the Yeerks. But not only the Yeerks. We can stop all wars, all destruction, annihilate all enemies of decency and goodness before they can carry out their evil!>

<Estrid, if you are prepared to kill everyone, anyone that opposes you,> I asked her, <how are you different from the Yeerks?>

<We are Andalites!>

<Estrid, you cannot do this.>

<Yes, she can,> said a voice in the doorway. <And she will.>

I mean, that's the dilemma, really. Even if Estrid can't fix the instability, the use of the weapon would wipe out the Yeerks on Earth and humans as a host species. It would be a "victory". But at what price is victory too high? If you're so committed to your goals that you don't care the costs in carrying it out, how are you different from the Yeerks, if you're willing to put your morality aside?

Chapter 24

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Arbat stood in the doorway, holding a shredder on us.

<I have relieved Gonrod of command,> Arbat answered. <He is confined to his quarters.>

I said, <Arbat, have you told Estrid that her name, her presence here on this ship, her very existence, has already been wiped from the data banks?>

That caught Arbat by surprise. <How -> But he caught himself quickly. <A security precaution.>

<No. Preparation for a suicide missions I turned my face to Estrid. <You may imagine that this terrible deed is approved of by the people. But it is not. The Andalite people would arrest you and charge you as a criminal. That is why the people will never be told. It is why only the dregs of the Andalite military - Aloth and Gonrod - could be used.>

<You have said enough, Aristh,> Arbat snarled.

<They needed you, Estrid. They needed a person of your genius to manage the "weapon." But you, like Aloth and Gonrod, will never survive. Arbat cannot allow it. Only he can survive. The Apex Level Intelligence agent who passed himself off as a professor. Why? To find someone like you, Estrid.>

Estrid focused her main eyes on Arbat. <Is it true what Aximili says?> she asked.

Arbat glared at us both, but then his face softened when he looked at Estrid. <Yes. I am truly sorry. I have deceived you. If it is any comfort, it was to protect you.>

<Protect me? From what? You brought me here to die.>

<To protect you from history's judgment,> he said, his voice thick with emotion. <The people must be led by the few who are willing to make the very hard choices. The people are happy in their ignorance. But we in the Apex Level cannot allow ourselves to be sentimental.>

He pressed a button. A control panel slid from the wall. Arbat quickly programmed it.

Bright green streaks shot from floor to ceiling, creating bars. A laser cage around the two of us.

Arbat took the vial from the counter. <I am sorry. You will die, Estrid. But not in vain.>

<Arbat! It is not too late. Do not do it,> I begged.

To my surprise his old, world-weary eyes shone with emotion. <This war must end, Aristh. It has caused too much suffering. Too much killing. Think of all the bright young scientists, artists, and thinkers conscripted year after year to feed this war. So many brilliant and creative minds turned from decent pursuits to the job of killing. Good Andalites all. Good Andalites forced to make hard, cruel decisions.>

I would have liked to tail-whip him. None of this was about the Yeerks, the humans, or even the Andalites. It was about what he saw as his duty. His right. The self-pity of the murderer.

<This is not the way to end it,> I told him.

He shook his head. <That is not for you to decide. The strong must decide. The weak can only obey.> Arbat turned and galloped from the lab.

Estrid tried to follow.

ZZZZZZZ!

The green laser bars erupted in a shower of sparks when Estrid made contact. She was knocked to the floor.

I leaned down. <Estrid!>

<I am fine.>

I helped her to her feet.

<I am sorry, Aximili.>

<It is not your fault.>

<It is. I betrayed you. And your human friends. I have been a fool. A criminal fool. Arbat convinced me that humans were not worth the loss of more galactic life. Unwilling to carry their weight in the fight for freedom. Eager to give up.> She took my hands. <I did not tell Arbat about your friends. But I did not have to. He was in the barn, too. In a bird morph.>

<Yes, I know,> I answered.

Her stalk eyes whipped around in amazement. <You knew?>

I nodded. <We all knew. Or at least, suspected.>

Marco walked calmly into view. "Hey, Ax-man. You're looking slightly trapped."

<Where are the others?>

Marco made a sweeping gesture encompassing the lab. "We're here. The place is crawling with Animorphs. Literally."

In various places human forms were growing up out of tiny points. Flea morph. Fly morph. Roach morph.

Cassie and Rachel and Prince Jake.

One morphing mass emerged as a bird rather than a human.

<The bird with the red tail,> Estrid said.

<Tobias. You met him. They all came aboard with me this afternoon. They have used my quarters to demorph and remorph as necessary.>

Tobias ruffled his wings. <Hey, Ax.>

"Go, Tobias, stay on him," Prince Jake said.

<Later, everyone. The Animorph Air Force has a mission.>

Tobias flew out of the room and caught the breeze of the drop shaft.

Estrid looked at me, half amazed, half angry.

<It was all a deception. You misled us. You lied to your own people.>

I shook my head. <No. I have learned something, Estrid. These are my people. Anyone who believes in freedom, anyone who resists tyranny, anyone who pursues peace is "my people." Andalite, Hork-Bajir, or human.>

"Yeah," Marco said. "Besides, we humans make a mean cinnamon bun."

I laughed. <That is definitely true.>

I mean, for me, this one chapter sort makes the book,,,Ax;s makes the decision that anyone who believes in freedom, resists tyranny and pursues peace are his people, regardless of who they are, and those who don't....aren't. And Arbat even makes the whole "I'm a hard man, willing to make the hard decisions because the common people are too weak to do it and don't understand" speech, which even now, some people like so much, and which Ax points out, is the self-pity of the murderer.

There's a youtube channel that's been talked about on here before called poparena, which, among other things, has read, summarized. and commented on each of the books of the Animorph series. There commentary on this ghostwriter is that, of all of them, she's probably most faithful to Applegate's characterizations of the Animorphs, but what she likes to do is play with the book's narrative itself, putting the characters in uncomfortable situations and making them make complex and uncomfortable moral choices, and a lot of that is at play in this book.
Huh. This book is an expansion of Ax calling war a question of balance.

I like it.
Honestly, I'm impressed at how sympathetic Arbat manages to be here, even as he plunges the dagger deep in the back. The war is devouring everything the Andalites can feed it, and it shows no signs of slowing down. Even worse, they may yet lose. Either way, the Humans are doomed, so why not sacrifice them on the altar of victory?

Also, I love the "Of course the mission had to fail. The whole point is to be a doomed mission that gets scrubbed from the books, and even High Command can't scrub "We killed Visser Three and on an entirely unrelated note the entire Human population died. Whoops! Guess we'll never know what happened!" from the records.

Epicurius posted:

I mean, for me, this one chapter sort makes the book,,,Ax;s makes the decision that anyone who believes in freedom, resists tyranny and pursues peace are his people, regardless of who they are, and those who don't....aren't.

Agreed. It's definitely one of the points of his whole character arc through the series: actual exposure to other species is what has drawn him out of his arrogant Andalite bubble and made him recognise common (for lack of a better term) "humanity." Andalite state/military power gets used as a proxy in this series for both the positive and negative aspects of US global power, but I think this is a gesture to American multiculturalism* - a rejection of narrow-minded nationalism and an embrace of a fraternity based on common values rather than race.

(*Which every other Western country does too but to be fair, AFAIK, America did do it first... or was that the Swiss?)

I also liked this bit:

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Then the deeper thought struck me. <It was about me. You needed me. Only I could give you the location of the Yeerk pool. It is too well shielded from your sensors. You needed me.> Estrid met my gaze. If she was ashamed she hid it well.

<Your appearance at the newspaper was no accident. You needed to encounter me. And the attack on the community center? Necessary to show me that they only remaining alternative was the Yeerk pool - the best place to introduce the virus. You used me.>

<Visser Three murdered your brother. We knew that you would have no alternative but to help us kill him.>

I wanted to deny it. Wanted her to deny it. An immoral, illegal, despicable mission, and I was a necessary part of it all. I was a pawn in a terrifying replay of the crimes on the Hork-Bajir world.

I've really been enjoying this book even though, until the end of this chapter, it's largely been a one-man show. Ax is often used as the fish-out-of-water figure of fun, but we all know he's a great character in his own right, and books where he has to deal with other Andalites are always great.

This one almost feels like a Chronicles book sometimes, in the way that it's not filler because it's dealing with actually a pretty pivotal point in the war, but also in how sidelined the human Animorphs are, and how much a moment like this underscores how important Ax himself has become. Earth is not just a backwater anymore and he's not just a lost cadet behind enemy lines anymore, he's a person who'll end up in the history books. But he's also a person with agency, making critical decisions. (What might have happened if Ax hadn't remained utterly loyal to the Animorphs from the get-go, and hadn't uncovered this plot?) Positioning him at the centre of all this works really, really well - which seems like an obvious thing to say, but it's basically the opposite of his last book, the cow one, which thematically should have been a Cassie book but was instead weirdly narrated by him instead.
This is definitely one of the better ghostwritten/later books. The author really nails the voice of both Ax and Andalite culture. My one quibble is that Estrid specifically notes that she had problems being accepted as a scientist because of her gender, but I swear Ax or Elfangor established that science was seen as more feminine in Andalite culture. Maybe applied bioweapons research was specifically male though.

ANOTHER SCORCHER posted:

This is definitely one of the better ghostwritten/later books. The author really nails the voice of both Ax and Andalite culture. My one quibble is that Estrid specifically notes that she had problems being accepted as a scientist because of her gender, but I swear Ax or Elfangor established that science was seen as more feminine in Andalite culture. Maybe applied bioweapons research was specifically male though.

in the Hork-Bajir Chronicles, Aldrea calls the arts and sciences "traditional female occupations." Still, missing one line in like 40 books so far....

ANOTHER SCORCHER posted:

This is definitely one of the better ghostwritten/later books. The author really nails the voice of both Ax and Andalite culture. My one quibble is that Estrid specifically notes that she had problems being accepted as a scientist because of her gender, but I swear Ax or Elfangor established that science was seen as more feminine in Andalite culture. Maybe applied bioweapons research was specifically male though.

While it's probably a slight (but understandable) goof from transplanting American gender politics onto Space American gender politics, I could also believe that the war has empowered the male-dominated military to the point that they're running the show across all sectors of Andalite culture. After all, it's been at least one generation since the Hork Bajir Chronicles, so things could have changed a lot since then.
Maybe it's like how cooking is considered feminine but the most prestigious chefs are men. Just for biochemical research, a common at home activity among Andalites.
What's that line about Elfangor's family's cottage industry being... assembling navigation systems for star fighters?
Chapter 25

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We flew to the Community Center. It would be Arbat's most likely path into the Yeerk pool. But, unfortunately, it was only an educated guess. Tobias had been unable to follow him. Arbat, ever the intelligence professional, had morphed to human and entered a train station. Whether he had emerged, or in what shape, we could not tell.

However we were soon certain of which way he had gone.

It was very late at night but the Yeerks still kept up a guard. We found the first human-Controller lying sprawled by the trash. Another slumped in the doorway. A third lay facedown in the hallway.

My human friends were in battle morph. Estrid and I had demorphed to Andalite. Tobias was somewhere outside, flying above, watching. No doubt berating himself unnecessarily for having lost Arbat.

<Tobias?> I called in private thought-speak.

<Yeah, Ax-man?>

<He is here.>

We walked softly through the dark and empty Community Center. Maybe Arbat had eliminated all Yeerk security. Maybe not.

<What are we looking for?> Jake asked me.

<This.> I stopped in front of a door with a sign that said ORIENTATION ROOM, NEW MEMBERS ONLY.

<This is where the ship's sensors showed a possible deep hole.>

I looked at the door. There was a lock. But it had been broken. <Arbat,> I said. <He may not be in Andalite form. He may well be human.>

Marco pushed the door open. A dark and seemingly endless staircase yawned before us.

<Basement?>

Cassie said, <No. I can hear screams. I know that sound.>

Cassie's wolf morph is possessed of incredibly acute hearing and sense of smell.

<Yeah. I was afraid of that,> Marco said. <You know, I keep saying I'm never, ever going back down there.>

<Say it again,> Rachel said. <Maybe it'll make you feel better.>

<I am never, ever going down there again.>

<Ticktock, people,> Prince Jake said. <We want to get Arbat before he reaches the pool. Let's move.>

We ran down the stairs. Level after level. Tiger pads and bear paws and Andalite hooves all rushing, tripping, rushing again.

As we descended, the sounds of the Yeerk pool - the screams, the cries, the rumble of equipment, became loud enough for Andalite senses to hear.

Estrid said, <Aximili, I am afraid.>

<So am I.>

Down. Faster and faster. Down.

Suddenly I slipped. Fell. Rolled down several steps.

The smell was awful. Part of the staircase was wet with slimy pool water. Gore. Chunks of flesh, piles of quivering entrails. Evidence of a recent Taxxon feeding frenzy.

I jumped up, wiped the gore from my flanks. I tried not to think of it. Tried to focus on what mattered. Arbat had to be stopped. No time to think of the filth, no time to imagine the horror ...

Ahead the stairs emerged from the ground into the vast openness of the Yeerk pool complex.

After this point we would be visible to anyone looking up from below.

<No Arbat,> Rachel said.

<He's down there,> Prince Jake said. <No choice. We have to go after him. Demorph. It's the only way. Ax and Estrid? I think a pair of Andalites might be a little conspicuous.>

I began to morph to human. Estrid did the same. The Yeerk pool complex would contain humans, Hork-Bajir, Gedds, and Taxxons. But only humans would be expected to come down this particular stairway at this time of night.

"What natural weapons do these humans' bodies have?" Estrid asked.

"Unless you've eaten a lot of beans, none," Marco said.

"Keep your heads down, don't make eye contact," Jake instructed. "We don't want to be ID'd. Don't move fast or seem to be looking around. Now, go!"

We walked down the stairs again. On only two legs.

We could see the pool now. Hork-Bajir and human guards stood watch as other Hork-Bajir and human-Controllers filed down the two steel piers that traversed the main part of the leaden pool. Each pier was lined with locking collars.

As guards supervised, the Controllers kneeled down and placed their necks in metal collars.

When the collars snapped into place, a small gray slug crawled out of the Controller's ear and fell into the dank pool with a soft plop!

The hosts were then momentarily free. Free at least to control their own mouths and eyes. They could cry. They did. They could beg. They did that, too.

"This is obscene," Estrid whispered fiercely.

"Pretend to be unconcerned," I said.

"Spread out," Prince Jake muttered as we merged with a group of human-Controllers.

Estrid and I stayed close, but drifted from the others. Human-Controllers everywhere. Some jocular as they hooked up with Yeerk friends. Most just businesslike. They were here to feed, not socialize.

Faces everywhere. Hundreds. Which was Arbat? Impossible to say. Impossible to guess where he would be in this ...

No. Not impossible. He would pursue his mission as swiftly as possible. He would deliver the virus into the pool.

The pier. Of course.

But how to spot him? He would look human. Would be human. Just like all these human- Controllers.

No. Not like them. The Controllers all had access to human experience, human knowledge. A human morph is only instinct. Harder to control, harder to understand easily. As I knew from experience.

I tried to think. Time was running out. Arbat might already have struck. How to spot an Andalite in human morph?

What was different? Two legs, not four. No tail. Two eyes, not four.

"Estrid! Look for humans who turn their heads frequently."

"What?"

"We are accustomed to seeing in all directions at once. Humans are used to not knowing what is behind them. Look for -"

I froze. A middle-aged man. Walking down the length of the crowded pier, escorted by a nonchalant Hork-Bajir.

The man turned as a Taxxon passed behind him. Turned again. Turned.

No proof. Not enough to be sure. A feeling ...

"There!" I started to run toward the pier. Estrid raced alongside me.

<Jake!> I cried out in private thought-speak. <He's a middle-aged lightly colored male human. On the pier!>

"Must be late for a feeding," a Controller laughed as I brushed past him.

The middle-aged man knelt. Placed his head into the collar beside a kneeling Hork-Bajir.

The Hork-Bajir guard leaned down to fasten the collar. The man reached into his pocket.

Too far away!

"Arbat! No!" Estrid yelled.

The man jerked his head up. His movement was quick and unexpected. The Hork-Bajir guardwas knocked off balance, teetered almost comically.

Arbat reached to grab the Hork-Bajir. Or so the Hork-Bajir thought. Arbat grabbed the guard's Dracon beam from his holster with one hand and shoved the off balance Hork-Bajir off the pier.

Arbat spun, raised his weapon, and aimed.

They found Arbat.

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I dove forward. Tackled Estrid. We fell behind a large, lumbering Taxxon.

Arbat fired.

Tseeewww!

The bloated Taxxon broke open. The foul contents of its stomach spewed in every direction. Blood. Bile. Entrails.

<Battle morphs!> I heard Prince Jake yell. Faraway or near, I could not tell.

"Estrid!" I dragged her to her feet, slipping in the gore.

Another Taxxon was rushing in our direction, eager to eat what was left of his former comrade. Hork-Bajir guards, pounded along the steel pier, trying to locate the source of the trouble. There was chaos but in seconds the Hork-Bajir might restore order.

Then Estrid and I would be dead.

"Andalites! Andalites!" I shouted. I yelled and waved my hands, pointing always down the pier. "Andalite bandits in Hork-Bajir morph! The Hork-Bajir are Andalites!"

Estrid joined in. "Help! Help! Security! Andalites have morphed the Hork-Bajir!"

Chaos would reign a while longer.

But Arbat, too, took advantage of the confusion. I spotted him running.

<He is heading toward the cage area!> I yelled.

<I see him! I'm on him!> Rachel yelled back.

I had lost sight of Arbat. And I could not see Rachel. But I got a grim satisfaction from the thought of what the intelligence agent slash professor would see when next he turned around to look.

Estrid and I lurched, slipping and sliding, off the pier. Back onto packed dirt. We shoved our way through the crush of human-Controllers.

"Cowards!" someone yelled at us.

Then, <I lost him!> Rachel yelled in frustration. <Past the cages.>

I had to get Arbat. He could demorph, remorph, and we would lose him permanently. And possibly lose much of the human species.

I yanked Estrid around behind a large wooden crate, pulled her down, dragged her after me as I crawled into the space between the crate and the side of the human-Controllers' cafeteria.

"Estrid, demorph!"

"They will kill us!" She was frightened. Frightened deep down inside. Frightened in a way that was erasing any thought but the screaming, desperate need to live.

I knew the feeling.

"We have to stop Arbat and we need firepower," I said.

"Why? To save these filthy Yeerks? Look what they do. Look at what they are! They are going to do that to us, Aximili! They will drag us down that pier, they will force us ... NO! Kill them all!"

"Estrid, you said the virus may mutate. You said it might affect humans as well."

"Might. Maybe. But maybe I fixed it. Maybe my last adjustments eliminated the random flux. I do not care! They are not our people. I am not going to let the filthy slugs do that to me!"

I was half demorphed. <Stay here,> I said. <Stay low, do not move.>

"Do not leave me!"

<Estrid, you are beautiful, you are brilliant. But I really do not think I like you very much.>

I took a deep breath. Tried to steady my nerves. Impossible.

I leaped out.

Fwapp! Hit a Hork-Bajir.

The cages. The nearest was a hundred feet away.

"Andalite!" a human-Controller screamed in my face.

<Correct,> I said and knocked him down.

I ran for the cages.

Pandemonium! Dracon fire from three different locations. Screams. Shouts. The roar of furious Hork-Bajir. The slithery squeaks of ravenous Taxxons.
I ran.

Tseeew!

The shot missed, the human-Controller had been in too much of a hurry.

Fwapp! Now he could take his time.

A Taxxon blocked my way. I leaped.

Ahead, a battle. A tiger, a wolf, a bear, a gorilla, surrounded, backs against a row of cages.

Marco held a middle-aged human by the neck with one hand and fought with the other hand.

Their backs were to the cages. It would have been child's play for the Yeerks to simply shoot them through the bars. Shoot them in the back.

But the human hosts in that cage, slaves of the Yeerks temporarily free of those Yeerks, stood there, arms linked, blocking the shot. A human shield.

The Hork-Bajir could have burned them down. Those humans knew that. They were putting themselves between the supposed Andalites and the Yeerks, ready to face Dracon fire.

The Hork-Bajir had no orders to massacre hosts. Visser Three was not in the pool. No one else would dare give the order.

I attacked the force that hemmed in my friends. Struck left and right, took them by surprise. But all for nothing. We could fight, but we could not win.

I saw Cassie knocked unconscious.

Saw Prince Jake slashing with one paw, the other front paw gone, a stump.

Tseeew!

A beam caught Marco full in the belly. A hole appeared in his rough black fur. He fell. Released his grip on Arbat.

Arbat ran. No one stopped him. Why would they? He was a human-Controller being held by the Andalites.

He ran, pushed through the attackers. Ran toward the reinfestation pier. I saw the green vial in his hand.

<Prince Jake! Arbat...>

<Go!> Prince Jake said.

I hesitated. How could I leave my friends? They were dying.

I turned, ran, raced after Arbat.

He made the pier. No one guarded it. All the Hork-Bajir had gone to the fight. Three Taxxons shuffled along its length. Voluntary hosts awaiting reinfestation.

Arbat raced to the end of the pier. He was panting, wheezing. The middle-aged human morph was not athletic.

He fumbled, hastening to open the vial.

<Arbat!> I yelled.

"You!"

One of the Taxxons noticed us at last. The red jelly eyes jiggled. But I was not concerned with the Taxxon. No Taxxon would attack an Andalite.

<Do not do it, Arbat.>

"You are very fast, Aristh Aximili. But you are not fast enough to cover fifty feet before I can open my fist."

<It is wrong, Arbat.>

"It is war, Aristh Aximili."

He smiled at me. And he began to open his hand.

I admit, I kind of liked Ax's "Correct" line there.
<Estrid, you are beautiful, you are brilliant. But I really do not think I like you very much.>

Great line in a book full of them.
Did Ax thought speak in human morph?

E-P posted:

Did Ax thought speak in human morph?

Yeah. I guess you can probably thought speak in any morph, but I don't know how consistent the books are at following that.
I love the caged hosts trying whatever they can to help the Animorphs. Of the top of my head the last time I can remember seeing momentarily free hosts to try fight back was in the first book with Tom.
I was expecting this to be mercing Arbat, but it looks like Ax is gonna have to talk him down. Interesting.

dungeon cousin posted:

I love the caged hosts trying whatever they can to help the Animorphs. Of the top of my head the last time I can remember seeing momentarily free hosts to try fight back was in the first book with Tom.

There was some whooping and cheering from the free hosts during one of the other pool fights. But yeah, I love those little glimpses of host rebellion that we see.

Strom Cuzewon posted:

There was some whooping and cheering from the free hosts during one of the other pool fights. But yeah, I love those little glimpses of host rebellion that we see.

Honestly you'd think it'd be worth it to release a handful of controllers and place them in the hork bajir hideout or something. You could do it while keeping the Animorphs' identity a secret and have a source of information at least, even if you don't let them out of the camp.

Then later you could even make animorphs out of the most reliable ones.

kiminewt posted:

Honestly you'd think it'd be worth it to release a handful of controllers and place them in the hork bajir hideout or something. You could do it while keeping the Animorphs' identity a secret and have a source of information at least, even if you don't let them out of the camp.

Then later you could even make animorphs out of the most reliable ones.

Yeah............. but people are stupid as fuck, as evidenced by the last few years, so I'd rate it 100% chance that one of them makes a run for it and gets recaptured, blowing the whole thing.
Also, the last time they did a jailbreak, everyone except one lady was either recaptured or killed. So, it doesn't have a great track record.
In hindsight, if they really wanted to assassinate Visser 3, rather than infiltrating and shooting him with a hand-weapon, they really should have received a ship with at least one weapon, and then just melted the building he was in. A lot harder to miss. An armored podium won't do shit.
Perhaps some sort of remotely operated flying vehicle :nsa:

Bobulus posted:

In hindsight, if they really wanted to assassinate Visser 3, rather than infiltrating and shooting him with a hand-weapon, they really should have received a ship with at least one weapon, and then just melted the building he was in. A lot harder to miss. An armored podium won't do shit.

Nah just smash your ship into his at a decent fraction of c

WrightOfWay posted:

Yeah. I guess you can probably thought speak in any morph, but I don't know how consistent the books are at following that.

You can, and there's been a couple of times when they've specifically used Ax a conduit for communicating with Tobias while they're all on the ground as humans.

Bobulus posted:

In hindsight, if they really wanted to assassinate Visser 3, rather than infiltrating and shooting him with a hand-weapon, they really should have received a ship with at least one weapon, and then just melted the building he was in. A lot harder to miss. An armored podium won't do shit.

Speaking of the ship, it's pretty funny they just left Gonrod locked in his bedroom for all this. Unless Arbat was using "confined to his cabin" as a euphemism and he's already shanked him.
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<No!>

Tseeew!

The beam passed so close to me that I felt it singe my stalk eyes.

The beam hit Arbat's human hand.

The hand, and the vial it held, sizzled and burned and disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

I turned one stalk eye back to see Estrid. She lowered the Dracon beam.

<Good shot,> I said.

<Yes. I suppose it was.>

Blood pumped from Arbat's stump. It didn't matter. Arbat had only to demorph to end the pain of the wound.

<It is all over, Arbat.>

<Now what?> Estrid asked me.

I nodded toward the shore where part of the force besieging my friends peeled off to come roaring after us.

<Now we die,> I said. <But we die as honorable Andalite warriors.>

<Do not let them take me alive,> Estrid said to me. <Even if you do not approve of me, Aximili.>

A wave of Hork-Bajir rushed at us. I braced for the attack. Estrid beside me.

Arbat chose not to join us.

"Andalites!" he screamed, pointing at us with his remaining hand. "Andalites! Look what they did to me!"

And then the Yeerk pool just to our left began to boil. There was a red circle, fifty feet in diameter, projected on the roiling liquid and everything within that circle was boiling, steaming, hissing.

I stared, transfixed. Estrid, always the physicist, saw what I had missed.

<No, up! Up there!>

I raised my main eyes to the domed roof of the Yeerk pool. There, at the highest point, a hole!

Stars! I saw stars!

The red beam stopped suddenly. The wide-angle shredder beam on the Ralek River must have taken five minutes to slowly burn its way through the earthen dome.

<It can't be done,> I whispered, not daring to hope.

Through the hole, into the Yeerk pool flew the old ship, the tired, out-of-date relic named the Ralek River.

TSEEEW! TSEEEW!

The ship's shredders would never be a match for Bug fighters let alone the Blade ship, but they were more than enough to stop the onrushing Hork-Bajir.

Ten feet of pier between us and the Yeerks sizzled and evaporated.

TSEEEW! TSEEEW!

A line of destruction burned between the half-dead Animorphs and their attackers.

The ship flew low and slow, hovered directly above us.

Tseew! Tseeew! Hork-Bajir were firing back with handheld Dracon weapons. Like trying to kill an elephant by throwing rocks.

A ramp lowered. I pushed Estrid toward it and leaped aboard myself.

"Wait!" Arbat yelled.

I hesitated.

"I am an Andalite, too! I am one of your own people!"

He reached up toward me with his one human hand and his one bloody stump.

<Go,> I told Gonrod.

The ship lifted and slid toward the cages.

If Arbat had thought to demorph instantly he might have lived a while longer. He stood there, raging, trapped on a segment of pier, alone.

Alone but for the Taxxons whose eternal hunger would not let them ignore the smell of his blood.

Gonrod's not dead! Arbat is, though.

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Rachel and Cassie went to the mall to buy Estrid a cinnamon bun. I gave it to her as a goingaway present. Told her to enjoy it on the long trip home to Andalite space.

Gonrod had flown the ship back to its berth beside The Gardens. It made sense. After the daring assault on the Yeerk pool, every Yeerk ship in Earth space was on high alert. A day spent waiting would make escape easier.

It might have been no great loss if the Ralek River were destroyed, but a pilot like Gonrod, insufferable as he might be, was a treasure.

<Is this as delicious as the jelly beans?> Estrid asked, holding the warm paper box.

<Even more,> I said.

<And this is why you care for these humans?>

I thought of the human hosts who had made a shield of their bodies to protect my friends. Thought of the many, many, uncountable times Prince Jake or Rachel or Cassie or Marco or Tobias had risked death to help me.

<Yes,> I said. <That is why I like humans. It is all about the cinnamon buns.>

<Aximili, come home with me. Together, the two of us and Gonrod, we can make the people realize the truth.>

I shook my head. <My fight is here,> I said.

<Is it because you still do not like me?> She tried for a lighthearted tone.

I nodded. <I still do not like you,> I said.

I left the ship. Walked away from my chance to be home again. I rejoined my friends.

The Ralek River took off. Did it escape Visser Three's dragnet? Did it make it safely into Zerospace?

I do not know.

I walked away and did not look back.

I morphed to human as we six walked together. Even Tobias became human, I think to be near me, to "hang" as the humans say.

Cassie put her arm around my shoulder. It is a human gesture of comfort. "You okay?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't he be?" Marco said. "You heard him. He didn't even like her."

Cassie said nothing but squeezed me a bit tighter. Cassie is not easily deceived.

"Let's get something to eat, man, I'm starved," Rachel said.

"Anything but McDonald's," Tobias said.

"What, the mouse hunter is getting picky about burgers?" Marco said.

"No, that's not it."

Prince Jake raised an eyebrow. "Tobias? Is there something you need to tell me?"

Tobias shrugged. "Well, you know, I saw Yeerk reinforcements pouring into the Community Center so I knew you guys were in trouble, right?"

"Right. So you went for Gonrod."

"Exactly. I asked him if we could burn through into the Yeerk pool. He said, "Maybe, but only at the thinnest point." Anyway, late as it was, even the night cleanup crew was gone ..."

"No," Prince Jake said. "You didn't. You did not obliterate a McDonald's."

"Like it was never there," Tobias said with a laugh. "The Yeerks will fill the hole before anyone realizes what's down there underneath the ground, but if we want burgers, I'm thinking Burger King."

"I would like a burger," I said. "Burrr-ger."

We walked along the dark streets, my friends and I. My more-than-friends. We laughed, so relieved to simply be alive. We joked.

Cassie held my hand, and in the darkness where no one could see, I cried.

Poor Ax. He's outgrown Estril. In a big way, he's outgrown his people.

So, that's The Arrival. I don't know about the rest of you, but I really liked it. I think it's a really strong book. The next book is The Hidden. It's a Cassie book, and it's ghostwritten by Laura Battyanyi-Wiess. Keep an open mind on this next one. It goes some interesting places and tries some interesting things. I don't know that it succeeds.
Really strong book, would have fit in just fine as a non-ghostwritten one.

I also think it uses the unreliable narrator in interesting ways, not just for the plot but in Ax's feelings at the end there. I'm not sure whether he does actually like Estrid or not, and I'm not sure he knows either, with it all being mixed up in his homesickness. It's pretty significant that - seemingly without even agonising over it much - he just rejected his first opportunity, after all these years, to go home.
I think its the first time we see ax use human sarcasm, yes?