just a few seconds, it looked like a tiny globe.
‘Yeehah!’ Dexter shouted, taking off his hat and waving it around.
‘We’ll just take a quick trip around the moons!’ Peri said, smiling at both Dexter’s excitement, and his own.
After all the danger they’d experienced on Westrenia, it was great to be reminded that being a Star Fighter was the most fun in the world!
No , Peri corrected himself, it’s the most fun in the entire universe!
In case you missed the first STAR FIGHTERS book . . .
Peri and Diesel are drawn into a dangerous battle with Xion spaceships.
Can they make it back home alive?
Find out! In . . .
Turn over to read Chapter 1
Chapter 1
‘Eat dust, alien invader,’ Peri shouted as the asteroid shattered into a million glittery pieces.
This sure beats the simulator , he thought as he swerved left then jetted upwards to avoid the asteroid’s fiery remains.
Right now he was millions of miles from the Intergalactic Force Space Station, and even further from planet Earth. Up ahead was a bright-blue planet surrounded by shimmering ice rings . . . Saturn! Peri could barely believe his eyes.
Ping! The sonar let him know that their next target was within firing range. It wasn’t as good as saving Earth from an alien attack, but blowing up cosmic rubbish was still way better than any 3-D game he’d ever played. He’d blasted an ancient TV satellite, and zapped an old rocket booster. And that asteroid had been totally obliterated.
‘Try to keep the pod steady this time, you lamizoid,’ Diesel shouted.
Peri glanced over at Diesel, who was swivelling the D-Stroy lasers in the weapon turret. He noticed the gunner wasn’t wearing his astro-harness, so any sudden manoeuvre would knock the Martian right off his seat. Peri grinned. He banked as hard as he could. ‘Woo-hooo!’
Whack-slam! Diesel flipped out of his seat. ‘ Ch’açh ! ’ he cursed. Diesel always spoke his native language when he was angry – which was most of the time. The gunner’s yellow eyes were flashing. The band of hair that stretched across his head was bristling. When he was mad, Diesel sure looked more Martian than human, though in fact he was both.
‘You made me miss my target!’ he yelled. ‘I told them to give me a second-year pilot. But instead, I get a newbie who knows less than nothing!’
‘Chill,’ Peri said. ‘I’ll get us back on track.’
Peri chuckled to himself. A few bruises served him right. That morning Diesel had thrown a galactic fit when he and Peri were paired for a rare Intergalactic Force Academy training mission. The half-Martian was a second-year cadet, a weapons ace and 3-D gaming champion – but he wasn’t the brightest star in the constellation.
But Peri agreed with Diesel about one thing – it was odd that a first-year IFA cadet had been chosen. And Peri wasn’t even the best in his year – he ranked fourteenth for rocket science and tenth for cosmic combat. So why had they selected him?
During the past two weeks he’d pretty much lived in the flight simulator. He practised over and over again until his vision became blurry. But nothing could compare with the real thing – looping the rings of Saturn, or whipping round Pluto.
Suddenly, the pod jerked sharply to the left. Peri’s astro-harness snapped him to his seat. Peri struggled to regain control of the steering as the pod looped in a broad U-turn and accelerated.
‘What’s happening?’ Peri’s fingers darted over the screens. He engaged the flight stabiliser, checked the energy gauge, and tapped the hologram route finder. ‘Nothing’s working,’ he called to Diesel. ‘It’s like somebody else is controlling the pod!’
‘They must be bringing you back to the Space Station,’ Diesel jeered. ‘I bet you’re in trouble for that stupid stunt you –’
But before he could finish, the pod rocked again, even more violently than before. There was a dull
‘Yeehah!’ Dexter shouted, taking off his hat and waving it around.
‘We’ll just take a quick trip around the moons!’ Peri said, smiling at both Dexter’s excitement, and his own.
After all the danger they’d experienced on Westrenia, it was great to be reminded that being a Star Fighter was the most fun in the world!
No , Peri corrected himself, it’s the most fun in the entire universe!
In case you missed the first STAR FIGHTERS book . . .
Peri and Diesel are drawn into a dangerous battle with Xion spaceships.
Can they make it back home alive?
Find out! In . . .
Turn over to read Chapter 1
Chapter 1
‘Eat dust, alien invader,’ Peri shouted as the asteroid shattered into a million glittery pieces.
This sure beats the simulator , he thought as he swerved left then jetted upwards to avoid the asteroid’s fiery remains.
Right now he was millions of miles from the Intergalactic Force Space Station, and even further from planet Earth. Up ahead was a bright-blue planet surrounded by shimmering ice rings . . . Saturn! Peri could barely believe his eyes.
Ping! The sonar let him know that their next target was within firing range. It wasn’t as good as saving Earth from an alien attack, but blowing up cosmic rubbish was still way better than any 3-D game he’d ever played. He’d blasted an ancient TV satellite, and zapped an old rocket booster. And that asteroid had been totally obliterated.
‘Try to keep the pod steady this time, you lamizoid,’ Diesel shouted.
Peri glanced over at Diesel, who was swivelling the D-Stroy lasers in the weapon turret. He noticed the gunner wasn’t wearing his astro-harness, so any sudden manoeuvre would knock the Martian right off his seat. Peri grinned. He banked as hard as he could. ‘Woo-hooo!’
Whack-slam! Diesel flipped out of his seat. ‘ Ch’açh ! ’ he cursed. Diesel always spoke his native language when he was angry – which was most of the time. The gunner’s yellow eyes were flashing. The band of hair that stretched across his head was bristling. When he was mad, Diesel sure looked more Martian than human, though in fact he was both.
‘You made me miss my target!’ he yelled. ‘I told them to give me a second-year pilot. But instead, I get a newbie who knows less than nothing!’
‘Chill,’ Peri said. ‘I’ll get us back on track.’
Peri chuckled to himself. A few bruises served him right. That morning Diesel had thrown a galactic fit when he and Peri were paired for a rare Intergalactic Force Academy training mission. The half-Martian was a second-year cadet, a weapons ace and 3-D gaming champion – but he wasn’t the brightest star in the constellation.
But Peri agreed with Diesel about one thing – it was odd that a first-year IFA cadet had been chosen. And Peri wasn’t even the best in his year – he ranked fourteenth for rocket science and tenth for cosmic combat. So why had they selected him?
During the past two weeks he’d pretty much lived in the flight simulator. He practised over and over again until his vision became blurry. But nothing could compare with the real thing – looping the rings of Saturn, or whipping round Pluto.
Suddenly, the pod jerked sharply to the left. Peri’s astro-harness snapped him to his seat. Peri struggled to regain control of the steering as the pod looped in a broad U-turn and accelerated.
‘What’s happening?’ Peri’s fingers darted over the screens. He engaged the flight stabiliser, checked the energy gauge, and tapped the hologram route finder. ‘Nothing’s working,’ he called to Diesel. ‘It’s like somebody else is controlling the pod!’
‘They must be bringing you back to the Space Station,’ Diesel jeered. ‘I bet you’re in trouble for that stupid stunt you –’
But before he could finish, the pod rocked again, even more violently than before. There was a dull
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