Ax reached the "bridge" first. He leaned his torso forward and looked over Quafijinivon's shoulder.

  <0ne of ours,> Ax said. Then he clarified.

  "Can we outrun him?" Jake demanded.

  "They're between us and the Arn planet," Quafijinivon answered. "We're smaller. It's possible we could outmaneuver them. But it would place us well within their firing range."

  Tseeeeeew!

  The Andalite fired again. A miss! But the cold, hard data from the computer made it clear exactly how close it had come.

  "Fire back!" Rachel burst out. "Knock out 160 one of his engines or something. Enough to keep him busy until we can land. They can't follow us down."

  Quafijinivon's red mouth pursed thoughtfully. "Young human, that pilot is an Andalite warrior One of the best trained fighters in the galaxy. I cannot hope to win a battle with him,"

  Ax and Aldrea both said roughly the same thing, which translated to human vernacular was,

  Tobias said. He was flapping a little nervously, being tossed around as the Arn swung the ship into an evasive maneuver.

  "So we let him shoot us down?" Rachel demanded. "There's one of him, seven of us. Or eight."

  The Andalite fighter was coming back around in a tight, swift arc. In a few seconds his weapons would come to bear on us.

  "Ax?" Jake asked.

  Ax pleaded.

  "No!" Aldrea interrupted. "If the Yeerks pick up a voice transmission, we're dead. They'll vector everything they have at us. We'll all be killed and so will the Andalites."

  161 "Here he comes," Toby said. I looked - and my stomach rolled over. The Andalite fighter was on us. Seconds from firing. This time he wouldn't miss. . , .

 

 

  K. A. Applegate, The Illusion (Animorphs 36)

 

 

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