Prologue
"The Plan"
The Council of Thirteen stood around the round table, their dark, almost black cloaks hiding any detail of their faces. Though one thing could be told: Nine had the hosts of the kindly, dumb, bladed creatures, known as Hork-Bajir; two bloated centipedes known as Taxxons, and the other two were unknown because they were so covered up by their cloaks. Use your imagination if the excitement is killing you. Nearly all of them looked agitated, all except for one-- and that was Garoff, the possible suspect for the leader of the Council. He watched everyone through his blade-headed host, silent and calm, and they all nuked it out.
They were discussing the possible solution to one of the biggest problems of the empire: the potentially threatening relationship of Visser One and Visser Three. The two most powerful people (aside from the council of course) in the whole Yeerk Empire. They were both the most influential people, and they were constantly trying to kill each other. Visser One had led them to the class five species, and the infamous Visser Three had the only Andalite body-- he had to be clever. Both were very important assets to the Empire-- if only they got along. If they didn't get along… Well the empire may not last so long.
"Grrrriech!" shouted one of the Hork-Bajir at the other end of the table. It was a curse word of some sorts in Galard. "There is nothing we can do."
"We-ssss might assss well getssss rid of themsss…" agreed one of the two Taxxons.
Garoff didn't want it to come to that: he happened be very close to Visser One. He would have rather killed off number Three, but they were both a balance of what the empire needed. He struck the fear of an imaginary god into the heart of every Yeerk that envied him. He had to think of something that would keep them both alive, and getting alone….
"I have an idea," he started slowly, his voice quiet. The sound of his voice stopped any sort of discussion what so ever. When he knew that everyone was silent and paying attention to him, he continued. "It might be a little extreme--" Not to mention a little illegal (but he was apart of the council, and therefore could get away with a little more)-- "But it might just work." That sharpened the eyes of the whole council. He wasn't quite sure of the two mystery members because he couldn't see their multi-faceted eyes.
"I have been searching the nets of some distant places-- not even in this galaxy--" That got a couple of murmurs out of a few members. There had been a controversy about the Empire extending outwards to galaxies beyond the one they were at. It was a very large step, and it was interesting to hear of someone like Garoff searching for help somewhere out of the Galaxy. Had the situation gotten that bad? He raised a hand in peace. "And I found something that maybe of help. It is something that is even on their black market, and I'm eager to buy it off of them."
Garoff made a toothy grin. "And if we don't get what we want, we can just infest them!" It was a joke, and people laughed awkwardly, nervously wondering what this thing on the black market was.
"When can we get it?" asked one of the cloaked ones in a multiple-sound voice.
"What is it?" asked one of the Hork-Bajir.
Garoff's grin widened even farther. "You shall see. I would like to see the surprised looks on your faces."