What happened on the Daybreeze
Chapter 1
I woke up to a death yell of a Hork-Bajir warrior.
I was lying alone in a bed a bit similar to humans' double beds, just much more bigger. The voice had carried outside of the room. I touched carefully the wounds on my back. I had got them the night before.
My name is Jillay One-Two-Eight. I'm a female Andalite-Controller and the personal assistant of Yeerk warlord Visser Three –or well, actually I'm his mistress. The kind of our relationship is a public secret, everyone knows it but no one admits it officially. Maybe "personal assistant" sounds finer and cleaner than "mistress".
I listened to the thought-speak voice that I heard outside. It included plenty of Yeerkish bad language. Soon the door of the room opened and a male Andalite-Controller walked in. He was Visser Three.
(Damn those amateurs!) he raged. (I say the direction with a clear thought-speak, it is their fault if they do not understand and I kill them!)
(Do you, by the way, always have to kill their hosts among them?) I asked diplomatically. If you disagree something with Visser Three, you'd better not say it when he is already angry. Though he wasn't angry for you.
(You see, it is faster), the Visser said coldly. (I do not have time for waiting them crawl out of their hosts.)
I watched Visser Three from the bed and opened my back legs wide.
(Is that an invite?) the Visser laughed playfully and shut the door after him.
(Let it be so), I smiled. The Visser came to me to the bed, onto me, and made love to me with passion.
After the act we laid on the bed caressing each other. I asked: (What are you going to do today, my Visser?)
(I go to the Earth for negotiate with the young famous human boy who I am going to get touting The Sharing), the Visser answered. (Of course I will make him a Controller sooner or later, but it is better that he is voluntary. He lives at the moment on a yacht owned by an important movie producer who is our people.)
I don't know how it occurred to me, but suddenly I just asked: (Can I come with you?)
Visser Three looked surprised. It was understandable. I was waiting for a forbidding answer, so I probably looked even more surprised when the Visser said: (Yes, you can. Of course. We just have to morph into humans, when we go to the yacht.)
(Oh thanks, Visser, how sweet!) I shouted and hugged him.
It didn't take much time until we stepped into a bug fighter with our bodyguards. The fighter sped towards the blue planet down under.
(How are we going to explain my presence to that boy?) I said out loud the question I had wondered.
(Well, I will be introduced as the top leader of The Sharing… Do that kind of humans usually have their own assistants?) Visser Three inquired for one of the Human-Controllers.
"Seldom, but…" The Human-Controller didn't make his phrase end before another one suggested: "But what about a wife?" I admired his courage, because Visser Three can sometimes hit the roof and sent heads rolling for pointless reasons. But he seemed not to be on that mood at that moment. The third of the Human-Controllers turned the suggestion down by saying: "It doesn't work, Jill's human morph looks so much younger than the Visser's."
"But some human men do have young wives…" the second Human-Controller tried, but the first one shook his head.
"I don't recommend it, it can give an untrustworthy impression from a man, and you don't want it, do you, Visser?"
(No), Visser Three snapped. (That boy must trust me that I can make him a Controller easily! Just try to invent some credible role for Jill, or…)
(What if I was some member of The Sharing, who just wanted to come with the leader?) I suggested.
(Fine. So you are a kind of a witness, and your name is Jill…)
(Love), I continued the Visser's phrase. (It is also a name among humans, is it not?)
(Yes, it is), a Human-Controller said. (Love is good.) But I saw him winking to another Human-Controller, who grinned back. Evidently the Visser didn't see, because neither of them lost their heads. The third of the Human-Controllers looked them with "shut up, fools" –look and glanced the wounds on my back. He knew they had come from the tail of Visser Three too. Visser Three, who has said he doesn't get a proper satisfaction before I'm wet from sweat and covered by blood.