The legacy of 721

Chapter 3 -Sklish

Eventually, the feeling did go away.
But it still set me on edge, the faint traces of it still lingered in the air, and I caught myself looking over my shoulder involuntarily far more often than I am willing to admit.
I was still in my quarters, lazing about. I'd demorphed and eaten a little after leaving the dome, and I was currently sitting at my desk, scanning through various available files on topics that would distract me long enough to forget what had happened.
Then, an announcement over the ship's intercom startled me out of my stupor.

<Prince Kalem-Shimint-Mantral, Mike Shampton, Orion Jurskoul, and Sklish 721 report to the battle bridge immediately.>
I sat for a moment, processing what I'd just heard.
That was new.
Kalem being called to the bridge was a somewhat normal occurrence, but the rest of my group as well as me was practically unheard of. I stood, and made my way out of my room and quickly cut to the right. Whatever was going on at the bridge must've been something considerably bad to warrant our assistance. My mind reeled with questions as I made my way back to the drop shaft. Around the shaft, andalites strode about like nothing was wrong, and some of my doubts were shaken off.
Walking out and stepping into the current, I noticed everyone below me glancing nervously at me, like they were anticipating something.
I shook that off too. That was unimportant, I needed to get to the bridge.
I shot down to the lower levels of the ship, eventually stepping off at my destination, and sped walked down to a set of double doors at the end of a ridiculously long hallway.
I reached them, and they slid open in my wake, revealing the large room that made up the ship's bridge. The walls of the room were lined with andalites typing away at computer consoles, or running diagnostics, at the head of the room at the helm, and stood in front of it was Kalem, and the captain of the Ship, Prince Jareson-Cantrol-Drawswgiv, as well as a younger, significantly taller andalite i didn't recognize. Every andalite in the room turned their attention to me, and the room went silent for several seconds. Especially the unrecognized andalite that stood next to the captain.

<Sklish 721, welcome. Come, we have pressing matters to discuss.>
The captain said, waving me over.

I made my way over to her and her small group, taking note of how many andalites were currently around us. 27 in total.

"Right, so, what is the reasoning for summoning me from my quarters captain, with no disrespect."
I asked.
She turned to look at me, presumably with her main eyes, only upon seeing her face, I was greeted with the apparent fact that she didn't have any. Her left main eye was covered with a small, strapless patch, and her right was completely non-existent, the entire right side of the face being covered over by what looked to be cybernetics and metal, that clashed violently against the darker purple of her fur.

<You see this here? This, yeerk, is my reasoning.>
She said, indicating towards one specific monitor floating before her.
The monitor showed the image, possible live feed, of a large ship. The make was similar to that of a Yeerk transport ship, but with serious modifications to the wings and top of the vehicle. It looked as though a large cannon was stationed on its top.

"A yeerk ship? I thought they were all grounded after the war."
I said, examining the ship closely. Other than the fact that it was an older model, the ship looked relatively normal.

<Most were, but some were pirated out into the interstellar trading market. In addition, it's not a yeerk whos piloting that ship.>
Jareson said, flicking a button and prompting a large screen to pop up in front of us.
The screen showed the inside of a ship, the walls were jet black and the floors were gray. Stood in the middle of the room, nervously pacing in a circle, was a Na.
After a moment of her walking around, she apparently noticed us, or rather, the screen displaying us, and practically jumped at the camera.