as the ship smacked into the dark-blue sludge. The thrusters died in seconds, but it didnât matter. The force of the sharkâs tentacles propelled the
Phoenix
out through the other side fast enough to avoid any damage from the acidic ooze.
Peri punched the air.
Diesel grinned at Otto. âSee? Crazy and brilliant.â
A sudden burst of bright light blinded Peri. âWhat the ⦠?â he said as he shielded his eyes. Peri tried squinting at the source of the light, but only when the
Phoenix
tinted the 360-monitor could he see outside. Two Xion fighter jets had shooting-star-sized searchlights trained on the bridge of their spaceship.
âAttention. Receiving message from alien ships,â stated the calm voice of the
Phoenix
.
â
Zark, Sakar, Zarak
,â came over the com-unit. The alien spoke in a short, clipped language with a strange nasal growl, as if it had a cold.
Peri pressed the bulge under his chin to adjust his SpeakEasy computer chip. All cadets and Star Fighters had the device implanted so they could understand any alien they encountered. His skull crackled with static until he found the right wavelength.
âDiesel, set your language controls to frequency 08.12.77.â
Diesel nodded and they glanced at each other as they heard the message in English for the first time. âEntering Xion space without permission is an act of war. This is your only warning. Follow us to the tollbooth or be vaporized.â
âAny idea how we deal with the toll takers?â Peri asked as he followed the Xion fighter jets.
Otto licked the sweat from his neck withhis long tongue. âIt doesnât matter! When they find me on board, weâll be obliterated before you can say, âDeath to Xion!ââ
Peri frowned. He wondered why the Xions and Meigwors hated each other so much. âOtto, youâd better hide.â
âCowards hide!â Otto snapped. âWarriors lie in wait!â
âWell, go
lie in wait
, then,â Peri said.
Otto skulked off the bridge.
âWhat a lamizoid!â Diesel said as he sat down next to Peri. Almost instantly, he sprang out of the chair again. âYuck! Meigwor sweat!â He wiped his hand against his pants. âThe sooner we get him off our ship the better. Look,â he said, twisting around to show Peri the smoking holes in his Expedition Wear pants.
âGet your pants out of my face,â Peri said. âI need to concentrate.â
The Xion fighter jets guided them to the space highwayâs only ramp. A new message flashed on the monitor. âGet in line, or be disintegrated.â
Its bluntness made Peri realize how unfriendly the Xions were, but he already knew that. They hadnât given the IF Space Station a warning before they blew it to smithereens! His hands gripped the Nav-wheel tighter. He was going to stop these bullies if it was the last thing he ever did.
But, for now, he had a mission to complete.
Peri parked the
Phoenix
behind a ship surrounded by huge translucent sheets of solar-cloth. It looked like a floating angel.
âItâs beautiful,â whispered Peri.
Suddenly, the angelâs wings unfurled like old-fashioned sails. The ship slid gracefullyforward. A thick purple beam of light blazed from the toll taker as it scanned every micro-particle of the craft.
An electric jolt of fear passed through Peri. âDiesel, what do we do if the scan detects Otto?â
âI guess we could say heâs a stowaway and hand him over,â Diesel replied. âOnly a cosmic wastoid couldnât notice something that big, ugly, hot, and sweaty.â
âThatâs it!â Peri exclaimed, his mind tingling with excitement. âHeâs hot and sweaty. Theyâre scanning for heat signatures. If the
Phoenix
is cold enough, itâll hide Ottoâs body heat.â
âOh, sure, freeze us to death to save our Meigwor tour guide,â Diesel scoffed.
Peri