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It's been a while since I've reflected back on my training days. Though it's not like I have the time. It's fleeting, always in short supply. Time is everything for me. For all of my kind. Everything must be planned and executed precisely. There is no room for mistakes in an empire built on war. There is no room for failure. We are the Mighty Yeerk Empire and we are the true commanders of the universe.

Those sentiments are not my own. That is only what they told me. Back all of those years ago on my first day of training. Little did I know that those sentiments were below the Vissers that commanded the fleets. Little did I know that even the Council will fall to their mistakes. Little did I know I would be the that would clean up the messes. The botched murders. The lost wars. The heads of leaders line my walls. Yeerk, Andalite, Gedd, Taxxon, Human, Hork-Bajir. Throw a species at me and I will subdue it. It will bow to my blade or fall to it.

I was made perfect.

I had it hard, harder than most of my people. I was not to be a warrior, nor a diplomatic leader. I was to be a killing machine. Hand picked for my guile. I was to be an assassin. The Assassin. I am Agrath71 of the Hett Simplat Pool. And this is my story.

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