(sequel to: The Last Battle)
by: Tien
Chapter 1
I am Kinrad 4-77-6-1 of the gidj dorin pool. Yes, I am a yeerk. You're thinking, "A yeerk? But I thought all yeerks were dead". No. The andalites thought they killed all yeerks. They brought down all the yeerks left on earth, and ripped apart the pool, and kandrona. They destroyed our sun and home planet. But they did not get one ship. A ship with maybe nine yeerks left in it with a small portable kandrona and yeerk pool. Two taxxon hosts, three hork-bajir, one gedd, and three humans. We would grow secretly, until we had thousands, no, millions of yeerks, and much more terrifying races to enslave. We would travel for years in space, far from the terrible things the andalites had done, thinking they were making the galaxy a 'safer place'. Ha! It would be harder to enslave more species now, with the humans and andalites together. But we could do it with more than millions of hosts and yeerks! And we would attack and bring them all down. Bit by bit, one by one. And we would conqor them all. Visser Three was the one good leader we had. He had died. Thanks to those no good andalite scum! I could feel the hatred reverberating through my mind and my hork-bajir host body. Soon, we would have our revenge...
*--Three Decades later--*
We were ready. We had created many species of terrifying hosts for ourselves, and had grown quickly. Now, there were not only millions of us, there were billions. We had enslaves race after race... In just thirty years. It was amazing, and nearly impossible! Now we had ten different types of host, and we had left the dumb hosts we had survived in on the ship, and burned them to rubble on the nearest star. We had convinced one of the species we had enslaved of the fact that were were friend, not foe, and it was their destiny to help us get revenge. They were a very religious species, though very terrifying. Blades down their backs, six arms with ripping claws...the most hideous jaws...you don't even want me to give you a full picture. You'd scream just from the picture I'd give your imagination. They are called Haurlumbs. Deadly, and very sweet to my yeerk mind. There were other species we had also taken, the Vhiston, the slkif, the Blerdens, Pornets, Shornebs, Chrolics, Shnappenios, the hamblen, and the skifuesnamaondeniasolifferatta. I have no idea why they would gave themselves such a long name. We call them the skifu for short. We were on our new ships, much more tecnologicaly improved than the andalites were since I last saw them. That bugged me. What if they were all powerful or somthing? I shook the feeling off, and a new sensation came over me. A cold, fear and hatred. My blood wrenched cold. I heatedly told my crew to hurry it up. Yes, my crew. I was now Visser One. The leader of the new yeerk empire, and the new invasion. We had given up the idea of the council and emperor, Vissers were good enough. And I was the number one Visser, I would have my revenge. We would be careful. Deadly, secret. And this time, no one would escape.
*---Andalite Homeworld---*
I'm Rachel, I used to be an animorph. I'm about fourty five years old now. Man, that is not a very good feeling. Forty five? Sheesh. Anyway, you know how it all worked out. We won. Now there was a string all over our galaxy, of where us humans and andalites and all other good species lived. The free hork-bajir had grown, now the whole species was back, and as we taught them, they became much smarter. They finally understood what we told them. There were tons of things out there. More life, more stars, more galaxies, more planets, so much.
To Be continued in ... The Revenge