A/N: Hey guys, here's my new story. It's an AU depicting what would have happened if, in "Visser", Visser Three's trap hadn't been a trap and Visser One would have accepted to become his ally and start a new Yeerk Empire. I don't believe this particular scenario has ever been done before, so I hope you guys enjoy! Please review, but no flames. :)
The New Yeerk Empire
Prologue
The trial had been going on for quite a while now, and the members of the Council were getting tired of just sitting around. It was a trial to determine the pending fate of Visser One, the very Yeerk who seemed so orthodox to the laws and yet had efficiently broken quite a few of them herself. Apparently, Visser One had, in her first year ever on Earth, committed a handful of disloyal and shocking crimes. For in the Yeerk Empire, falling in love and having children through a host was not something that was looked very brightly upon…
But yet, after even this much controversy in his hands, even Garoff One-Six-Eight himself was getting awfully tired. Never had he expected that his own student, whom he'd turned into the most successful military officer the Empire had ever seen – and for whom he still felt a certain amount of siblinglike affection – would bring herself down like this, falling victim to the defiance of her own beliefs. He sighed. This trial would get nowhere unless he'd have some time to think all this over.
" We will adjourn for one standard hour," Garoff said glumly to the two Vissers standing in the trial room, thousands of light years away.
Almost immediately, the holograms shut off, leaving Visser One alone with her suffering… and her arch-enemy, Visser Three.
She frowned at him with intense hatred, shaking all over. Her body was wracked in pain from the torture he'd put her through during the past feeding cycle. And even during this trial she hadn't been allowed to feed or take another of her healthy, pending hosts. Instead she'd been stuck in her Earth host, Eva, for all the tortures and questionings.
During all that pain and awful memories though, she hadn't cried once. Not one tear. Of course she couldn't stop herself from screaming in pain, but she could stop herself from crying. She wouldn't give Visser Three the time of day.
Visser Three smirked. Visser One smirked back.
" Are you enjoying your big moment, Visser?" she asked mockingly.
( Actually, yes, ) he replied with a slight sneer. ( You think you've outmaneuvered me, Edriss? You haven't. Not this time. You underestimate me. )
" I understand you perfectly, Esplin. You have the necessary brutality without the necessary subtlety. You are crude and emotional." She raised her voice a little. " All your plans, all your hard work, and yet you've made absolutely no progress with Earth! What could I possibly have been thinking when I handed it over to you? Stupid mistake, that was. For all your grandiose schemes, you are no further toward the goal than when you took over."
He started to answer, anger lighting up his eyes. But then he stopped. And so did the anger. Visser One noticed his eyes had softened uncharacteristally.
Her confused gaze watching him curiously, he quickly snapped his fingers and gave a couple quick orders to a Hork-Bajir guard standing near the wall.
He turned back to Visser One and smiled, once again in an unfamiliar gesture. She felt uneasy. What was he planning now? More torture? No, no, she felt her insides calm ever so gently. He wouldn't dare, not while we're still on trial. The Hork-Bajir may denounce him. And even if they don't, the Council would notice the fresh wounds.
Comforted by these thoughts, Visser One let herself slump down on a nearby chair, still under the nonchalent gaze of her enemy.
( I know that human bodies suffer from hunger and thirst at regular intervals, ) he said a bit vaguely.
A few moments later, almost as if on cue, the Hork-Bajir reentered the room with very, ah, "distinct" food items. If they could even be called food in the state they were in: A glass of water, a head of romaine lettuce, and two raw eggs.
Visser Three took the plate and handed it to Visser One. She laughed, half pitying the poor fool, and half freaked out of her mind by Visser Three's strange behavior.
" So typical of you, Visser Three." She laughed. " You remain utterly ignorant of humans. Lettuce and raw eggs." She snorted. " Just perfect."
Nevertheless, she took the water and drank it, too thirsty to do any less. She had trouble, of course, for her mouth wasn't exactly in perfect shape.
" I thought you refused to feed me?" she mocked.
Visser Three ignored this last comment. ( You may be right, Visser One. I lack your knowledge of humans. Just as you lack my knowledge of Andalites. To each his strengths… I, for one, have never been in a human host, although I have, of course, acquired a human morph. Your memory dump was… amazing. Extraordinary. Come to think of it, I suspect I will soon be receiving demands from several Council members to receive their own human hosts. Better than Taxxons, that is certain. Less dangerous and powerful than Hork-Bajir hosts, but so much more enjoyable. )
Visser One watched him cautiously. She suspected a trap. Visser Three was definitely up to something. Never before had he even spoken kindly to her, let alone given her any compliments! Something was definitely wrong.
Visser Three paced back and forth slowly, and she heard the sound of his hooves lightly stomping the ground. He looked down, almost as though embarrassed of what he was about to say.
( I often wonder why we… you and I… did not become allies. ) he said. ( I even wonder at times, whether it is even now too late. )
All four of his eyes rested on Visser One's broken figure, waiting for her to say something, anything. When she did, it was in a dull tone that let pass nothing else.
" I see," she said. " You want my help?"
( Think of it as a partnership, ) Visser Three continued. ( Just imagine it: You and I together? With Earth and all it holds at our fingertips? The humans, the only Class Five species, ours? Five billion, almost six billion host bodies? We would hold more power than even the Council of Thirteen! )
Visser One froze. This was simply no longer even slightly funny. Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? She waited, pronouncing not one word, frozen in place. Noticing her enduring silence, Visser Three continued.
( In fact, why would we even need the rest of the Empire? ) he went on, his Andalite face inches from Visser One's. ( Why would we need those fools on the Council? You and I together could subdue Earth and start our own, New Yeerk Empire! )
Visser One's eyes went wide. She had to stop herself from dropping the water glass in surprise. The crudeness of the trap was insulting. Am I a fool? Am I insane? Am I even considering this?
" Visser Three, you are recording all this, of course --"
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Aaaaand… stop.
Now, until this point we were being guided along a simply more detailed version of the canon Vissers' trial. As Visser One said those last words, the whole trap would be discovered, Visser Three would get angry, the Council would reappear, and the rest of the trial would proceed as planned. Visser One and Visser Three would both be condemned to death. Visser Three would be saved, Visser One would be executed, the war would go all-out in an attempt to destroy Earth… and the Andalite bandits… and eventually the Yeerks would fall, surrendering to four human children and a young Andalite. They would be driven away from Earth. For now.
But what if it hadn't happened that way? What if Visser Three's proposition, seeming feeble at the time, had turned out not to be a trap? What if Visser One had gone along with it?
And if she had, how would everything else have changed?
Well, there is only one way to find out. And that is if she had accepted it.
Let's find out what would happen if she did…
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" Visser Three, you are recording all this, of course --"
( But I'm not recording it. ) Visser Three cut. ( I mean it. I seriously think we should start over. There is no reason to be so hateful and to be fighting all the time like this. I think we should be allies, not enemies. )
She didn't say a word. She just sat there and looked at him. She still worried about it being a trap… but somehow it seemed to sincere, too genuine… and of course, she knew him too well.
Much too well.
" You really aren't joking are you?" she asked, still a little freaked out.
He sighed. ( No. )
" But, if I do accept, how will this work?"
" You'll see," he smirked, at last a familiar sign. " Come on, I'll show you."
Visser One sighed, still a bit confused and indecise. But then she looked around one last time at the empty trial room and finally followed her enemy – former enemy that is – outside.
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Funny how a simple change can affect everything. This was definitely the case here. But now the question remains, what will happen now? Everything will change, with that one choice made by a simple Yeerk.
What is in store for the Andalite bandits, whom Visser One already knew to contain humans? Now that she and Visser Three are in it together, will she still find it in her to keep her secret?
What's in store for the Council of Thirteen? Of course, with Earth under their power, the Vissers will evidently surpass them. Or will they?
And of course, let's not forget the Vissers. Where will this bring them and how will it affect their hateful ways? Especially, how will the entire "ally" thing work out?
In any case, it all comes down to the same two high-ranking Yeerk Vissers, now embarking on a new, never-told journey. The rising of the New Yeerk Empire.
How will it play out?
This is their story.
Allllllright guys! Well, that was only the prologue of course. The next chapter is actually the beginning of the story itself. Should be up shortly! In the meantime, PLEASE read and review!
