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THE THIRD BROTHER
CHAPTER TEN
We Have Adam
Hooked talons sank deeply in to the tensely contracted muscles of the Hork-Bajir, it had taken the Visser a while to dig them in deep, after all, Hork-Bajir had tough skin. And they were quite able to heal themselves quickly, but the Visser didn't really care if the Hork-Bajir lived with a mangled arm forever -the thought did not originate from him; it came deep within the already battered mind of the human hawk.
The human hawk wanted to preen his feathers, it was some sort of habit he had adopted to comfort himself and keep calm. The Visser laughed at the witless human and turned his extraordinary capable eyes towards the form that lay on a shaped metal table.
He would have smiled –the Visser- but his form was incapable of projecting such a gesture. Instead. He hawk-walked to the Hork-Bajir's hand and hopped onto the table. He flapped onto the little table set beside the form, it held an array of medical equipment, he turned away from them and fixed his gaze on the face, funny how he got used to seeing it. Strange that he was going to miss it.
The eyes fluttered open. They were dimly aware. The form did not move or stir. The eyes closed again.
When will he walk up? The Visser snapped impatiently. Do you expect me to wait forever?!
The human doctor, a controller, stepped up shakily, his face was pale and his eyes tired. "We were barely able to save him on time, it had been a very hard job, he had lost too much blood and-"
And nothing! The Visser snapped. He fluttered down to the ground and started to morph. The doctor backed off, now even more afraid as the Visser resumed his old form; a hoofed creature that resembled a cross between an Earth deer and a human. It was an Andalite of course. Visser was morphing Alloran.
A bladed tail arched towards the doctor's neck, I want this pitiful creature awake now.
"Yes, sir-em-Visser. Y-y-yes, Visser. Right away." The doctor smattered as the blade pulled away. The doctor grabbed a hypo and drew in liquid from a small vial and then emptied it into the patient's blood stream.
His eyes –all four of them- fluttered open, at first they seemed confused, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. But then the horror registered and he began to tug frantically at his restraints. He let loose a terrific moan. But then he stopped struggling. He was staring very hard at the replica of his body. He was staring at the Visser.
You like my new morph, Alloran?
Alloran's eyes widened. But he said nothing.
You fool, you really thought I'd let you die?
Yeerk filth! Alloran spat weakly, you have no honor.
The Visser frowned with his stolen Andalite face, do not tempt me, Alloran. You still belong to me. If I chose to abandon this morph and this body to live inside you well…I'd be happy to do it. And then what will become of your life my dear friend? Do you really miss being my slave?
Miss? Alloran laughed, but it was a chocked panicked laugh. Tell me when I'll ever miss the presence of your filthy body inside my brain!
FWWAP!
The Visser's blade snapped up and slapped Alloran's face, shut up slave.
Kill me, then. Alloran gasped, he looked around and thrashed violently, if you hate me so much then kill me! Kill me! Alloran lost control and began screaming violently, KILL ME! KILL ME!
Sad. The Visser sneered. A pathetic display. But I'm afraid dear Alloran that you're more useful to me alive than you'll ever be when dead.
Alloran let out a cry of despair. What do you want from me? What do you want?! You have another morph capable body. You could still be unique -kill me! I'm no longer useful.
Visser laughed, Oh, no. I'm afraid not. You are still very useful. Alloran. You see, the good news is that you'll never have to worry about another Yeerk infesting you.
Alloran stopped his thrashing. What?
The Visser walked around Alloran. His many-fingered hand touched Alloran's blade. He looked down at his body in admiration. As if reviewing a piece of art.
I'm the head of a new project, he whispered, you're part of it, you know that? Actually, you're the reason it will ever start.
Alloran stared fearfully.
The Visser straightened up and withdrew his hand, you see, the Yeerk Empire really despises you Andalites. We feel that we do not need you at all.
What?
The Visser smiled coldly, We are no longer willing to infest any Andalites on the Andalite home world. his eyes gleamed, we wish to annihilate them completely!
What!? Alloran spluttered. But what about all the new hosts you wish to recruit…?
The Visser snorted, you mean the Andalite hosts? he laughed loudly, but that's where you come in.
Alloran regarded Esplin with a cautious look. He knew him better than any other Yeerk. He knew his evil and he knew his ways. How do I come in?
The Visser grinned, it wasn't possible at first, I wasn't all that willing to sacrifice the only Andalite host ever captured by a Yeerk –me- and besides, our technology wasn't advanced enough to allow us any wide scale profits but… The Visser grinned again. He trotted away from Alloran and turned two of his eyes to look out of the transparent bulkhead, they were on the Balde Ship, but now I have a new body, and as you have notice it's morph capable. I can use you now for other purposes.
What purpose? Alloran demanded.
The Visser looked at Alloran innocently, I don't know much about the technicalities of the project I'm not a scientist. But this is what I do know; we are about to attempt to mass clone a member of your species.
What? Alloran didn't get it.
You wouldn't be surprised to know that we stole that technology. Would you? the Visser snickered. We are about to use it to clone you. To produce, quickly, about enough copies of you to support a considerable bulk of the Yeerk Empire.
Alloran choked. but the recourses needed to do that are very high, you would be wasting your time, waiting for the copies to grow up and-
And what? The Visser snapped. I told you we have a new technology.
And yet you have not produced any copies. Alloran said quietly, I know you well, Esplin, you would not hide a triumph.
The Visser smiled, you know me very well Alloran. He frowned, that is dangerous. But I don't think any self respecting Yeerk will ever listen to a host's mad ravaging.
Alloran ignored him, instead he said, I know why you haven't succeeded.
You do? The Visser's tone revealed a note of disdain.
I know why you couldn't start. Alloran smiled, he knew that any time he is allowed to function on his own is a short-lived experience, he tried hard to push away that thought, and with a level of triumph he said, you need a female.
Visser's face dropped. The mask of fake-friendship disappeared, yes, we do.
All that stopped the Yeerks from mass-producing cloned Andalites was a female. Just one female, if only they could get their hands on one.
If only the opportunity would present itself.