"Yes, I am a primary twin." The statement made Xevec wonder how his brother was doing. Was he killed in spite after Xevec fled, or was he still alive? Would he try to find Xevec, for good or bad? Who knew?
"We can set up some things to detect Andalites. They would only go off if an Andalite went near them, or triggered them otherwise. I'm not sure if they would be more effective than cannons, except no one needs to be there to set them off if we don't want them too. It's good to know you are able to know something's coming as soon as it's out of Z-Space. I suppose another alternative is if anyone was sent somewhere and needed explosives dor infiltration purposes."
A thought briefly occurred to Xevec that if he could set up some explosives, and wire them so that he could detonate them all at once, it could help him if they decided to turn on him. He quickly pushed that thought aside. He was just being paranoid again. He glanced at the door to the office again out of habit. He needed them to trust him, and having a switch that could blow them all into space wasn't the way to go. Though if they did do it, being genuinely loyal and having the moral high ground wouldn't help much if they decided to kill him. Or worse, sell him out to Visser Three.
<<Xevec? You ok?>> Derrel asked.
<<Fine. Fine. Just nerves again.>>
