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The Alloran Chronicles
Prologue
My name is Alloran Semitur Corass...
BANG!
Shots rang out. I gazed down to see my own blood already pooling below me. My human knees buckled and I fell to the ground. I was lungshot, dead, no, worse, prisoner to the Yeerk, the vile, disgusting abomination that calls itself Visser Three. I've had a lot of failures in my lifetime, but none so collosal as this one, this time, the entire Universe along with everything and everyone in it would pay for my failure. You see, as I lie here, waiting for Visser Three to regain control of my body, I am actually a matter of feet, inches maybe, away from redemption. Under a few mounds of earth lies power that could make the Ellimist himself tremble.
Incredible Power.
Ultimate Power
The Time Matrix, power beyond your imagination.
It seems that when Elfangor and the human girl escaped from the twisted universe that they along with Visser Three created, Elfangor managed to hide the Time Matrix on Earth.
Elfangor Sirinal Shamtul, a failure to me, his people, and himself, an Andalite with too much compassion for the battlefield. If you asked me if I thought he'd ever even grace the Warrior ranks when I first met him, the answer would be a resounding no, but to his credit, he became a decorated Prince, he has given Earth a fighting chance, and most importantly, he has kept the Time Matrix away from the Yeerks.
Successes and failures, both his and mine, none of it means a thing anymore, irrelevant, it was all irrelevant.
In a few moments Visser Three will have me once again, he will know what I know, he will recover the Time Matrix and the Game will be over. There would be no daring escape, there would be no last minute rescue, I am once again a prisoner to him til the end of my days. I am effectivly dead, and because of this, I will now compose my hirac delest, my life story, as is Andalite tradition.
My rise as a hero, and my disgrace in the Hork Bajir wars is well documented, so my story will start not there, but 5 years later, at the grand but unknown battle on the Taxxon Homeworld
I am Alloran Semitur Corass, and this is the rest of my story...
The Fall of Alloran
"Hypocrites! You're all hypocrites!" I said to the young aristh in thoughtspeak. You do what must be done in war, the Yeerks know it, and I know it, however this simple fact seemed to have escaped the Electorate, who thought it nescesary to disgrace me for trying to end war that has costs thousands upon thousands of lives, and Aristh Elfangor, who in is ultimate 'kindness' could not bring himself to destroy a pool of Yeerks, even though he knew the consequences.
He never came close to knowing the consequences, nor did I for that matter.
Myself and a pair of arisths had been given a mission to escort two aliens who call themselves humans, back to their home planet, Earth. The mission however, was delayed when one of the arisths discovered that the Skirt Na Raider that had captured the humans had also unknowingly discovered the Time Matrix. The Time Matrix is a device that can manipulate time and space at the command of the user, fearing that it might fall into the hands of the Yeerks, we followed the Skirt Na ship to the Taxxon homeworld. The Taxxon are a giant, centipede like species that have been 'willfully enslaved' by the Yeerks, a species of parasitic slugs that can take command of other host organisms.
Through a series of events and battles, we discovered the location of the Time Matrix, and were on our way to secure it when we came accross a pool of Yeerks that we had encountered earlier, I ordered on of the arisths, Elfangor to destroy them, but he refused, as they were defenseless.
While I was distracted by his failure to comply with my orders, I was struck by one of the humans, and with the help of Elfangor himself, I was knocked unconcious. Elfangor was 'safe' for the time being, or so he thought. It had seemed that the two humans, Loren and Chapman, had been infested with Yeerks, these Yeerks took advantage of the situation, apprehending Elfangor. One of them, Sub-Visser 7 as he was called, infested me.
I'll never forget the feeling. I could still see, hear, and feel what was going on around me, but I was suddenly not in controll of my body. I had become a slave, and they Yeerks had just won their single greatest intellegence victory.