Usual, though not normal, Life.
I am Jacqueline. I have no family, no last name. Jacqueline isn't even my real name. I wish I knew a good Andalite name, but I don't. For I am an Andalite, though my form is human. I am also gifted with unusual intelligence. At least, that's what the people in the
Family Foster Care center told me.
It's been three years since I first learned about the aliens. Three years of running away from the Yeerks who never really saw my face. Three years of being homeless. Until eight months ago. I was found and sent here.
This foster care center is pretty cool. There are about seventy or eighty kids, and forty adults. Life is normal. But there is also a club here that I'm starting to get suspicious about. It's called The Sharing. Seemingly, it's a boy/girl scout troop. But, I've followed a few of it's members, and found out that there is a Yeerk Pool underneath the Center. I've also found out more than I ever wanted to know about the alien invaders. Using the morphing power, I've learned that every three days, the Yeerk slugs must drain into the Yeerk Pool to feed. If they don't, they die. Hmmm. I've acquired a Dracon Beam. I test it every month, when no one is watching, just to make sure it still works. I don't want to find out it's batteries or whatever ran out when a Hork-Bajir is standing over me.
I don't fight the Yeerks. I am not a soldier. I am a spy.
I gather information about the Yeerks, the Hork-Bajir, and the Taxxons. I have mapped the Yeerk Pool area, and found out where the patrols of Hork-Bajir are. I save this information, hoping that when the Andalites come, they can make use of it.
I spend every second of every day, waiting for the Andalites to come and rescue me.
Anyway, I have been doing this for several months. In fact, something strange had been going on for several days, and it was up to me to find out what it was. People suddenly and swiftly joining the Sharing. Newest members becoming leaders so quickly.
Usually, the new members join the Sharing for fun, and after a few weeks they either submit to becoming a controller, or are forced. Either way, it takes some time. But now, it seemed like new controllers just popped up out of nowhere. Didn't join the Sharing, didn't get in trouble, just random people suddenly becoming controllers. Weird. At the rate of one new controller a day, it was a very bad situation for me. In a few weeks, the Yeerks here may have doubled.
So I had to figure out what was going on.
Great.
A Mission Impossible.
Perfect.