A/N: Watch Animorphs of YouTube and the reviews will come...
Chapter 2
It wasn't entirely fun and games in those days. There were some things that tended to put a damper on it.
(You know, for a so-called advanced species, you sure have a problem passing Calculus,) Jenny mused as I made my way through the parking lot of the local community college. We were taking classes there—it was supposed to be in preparation for going to a four-year university later, though I don't know if she went or not.
(It's not my fault math's not your best subject,) I muttered, pulling the car keys from Jenny's purse. (I can only work with what I've got.)
(Hmph,) was her only reply to that.
We made it to the car before I realized we were being followed. I stiffened, hoping whoever it was would just walk past, probably on their way to their own car. I'd heard enough stories about what happened to women who got caught alone at night.
There's one thing to be said about Yeerks, anyway. We may not be the greatest species in the galaxy, but at least we don't do things like that to our own people.
"Priton Six-Two-Four."
Ah. Now there was a whole different batch of things to be worried about.
I turned to see three men—human-Controllers, of course—coming toward me. "Yes?"
"We have something to discuss with you," the one who had called out my name said. The three created a sort of half-circle around me, blocking escape. "We know you don't approve of the empire."
My eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
He smiled. "I am Sub-Visser Seventeen." He motioned with his hand to the man standing on his right. "This is Edeet Seven-One-Nine. And this—" he half-turned toward the man on his left—"is Ravel Five-Nine-Two."
I gaped. Ravel Five-Nine-Two was a well known assassin. He was also a suspected insurgent, but no one who suspected that could prove it. Or were otherwise too terrified of him to say anything.
It could not be anything good if they were bringing Ravel Five-Nine-Two.
(What's going on?) Jenny asked, sounding worried. Of course she was.
"What do you want?" I demanded, ignoring Jenny. I couldn't be distracted now.
"We have a proposition for you." The sub-visser glanced at his comrades, then looked back at me. "We are trying to assemble a group of anti-empire sympathizers to try and…" he paused for a moment, as if trying to think of the right word. "…forcefully stop the war."
"You're a sub-visser," I said slowly, "and you want to stop a war that's giving you power?"
He smiled at me. "Rank can be very misleading, Priton. You'd be wise to remember that."
They were terrorists. They didn't outright say that, of course, what half-wit would admit to that? But that's exactly what they were. And they were trying to recruit me to be a part of it all.
I never made a secret of how I felt about the war. I didn't go around broadcasting it to the world; I wasn't an idiot. That sort of thing would only get me killed. And get Jenny infested with another Yeerk, or maybe even killed, too. But still. There were certainly people who knew.
(Priton?)
(Be quiet!) I yelled, feeling too jumpy to care what I sounded like. Jenny fell silent.
"I'm not interested, thanks," I said, trying to sound calmer than I felt. "If you don't mind, I need to get going." I looked at my car pointedly, which they were blocking.
The sub-visser stepped out of the way, and other two followed suit. As I hurried to unlock my door, I heard him say, "The offer will always be open, Priton. Remember that."
When I looked up, they were already gone.
It was a long time before Jenny said anything again. (What was that all about?)
(Nothing,) I replied, feeling drained. (Nothing we need to be concerned about, anyway.)
Rank can be very misleading, Priton. You'd be wise to remember that.
Sub-visser Seventeen's words would haunt me for a very long time.
A/N: I just totally turned my favorite author's name into two Yeerk names. I am talented.
Just smile and nod.