(You made Chapman a Controller. You were inside his head this whole time. That Hork-Bajir I thought was you was just a trick,) Elfangor said, not sure if he was angrier at the Sub-Visser, or himself for being so stupid.
(Why of course. And one of my people was inside Loren's head, but I think you figured that out already. And, while you so considerately worked to free the Time Matrix from this rubble for me, I revived Alloran and transferred myself into him. It was very kind of you to knock the old warrior out for me, Elfangor. I wasn't sure if I could handle him myself, and in a human no less. Alloran was a wily creature, a bit mad, yes, but he knew war. You saw for yourself how ruthless he was when he tossed that poor fool who was playing me out of the ship. Alloran was a true warrior.)
Elfangor hated himself at this moment, knowing that he was responsible for the creation of this, this abomination. That's what he was, an Abomination!
(Chapman told us about the Time Matrix, of course,) Sub-Visser Seven continued, ignoring the scathing glare that Elfangor was currently leveling at him. (But we still needed you to show us where it was. The attack by the Mountain Taxxons could have been a disaster. But, you know, it actually kept you from wondering just how the two humans ended up so conveniently placed on the Jahar's boarding ramp. You were too busy worrying about your fellow aristh to wonder at the unlikelyhood of such a fortuitous coincidence.)
Elfangor shivered in revulsion, cursing himself with every vile epitaph he knew. He was responsible for the creation of this Abomination. Himself and no other. He was the one who hadn't stopped to question his good luck at finding the humans so fast after they had been captured by the Yeerks; he was the one who had knocked War-Prince Alloran unconscious, making it so much easier for Sub-Visser Seven to infest him. This whole situation was entirely his fault!
(But you know what the best part was?) Sub-Visser Seven taunted, laughing at the expression of sheer self-loathing on Elfangor's face. (I really couldn't have let you destroy that transport ship full of my people. It was a small matter, after all, to let that poor fool who was playing me die. But five thousand Yeerks? That simply couldn't be allowed to happen. I would have had to try to stop you, and so would my lieutenant in the human girl. And then you and Alloran together would have probably made short work of us,)the Yeerks laughed again. (But oh no, Elfangor is one of those good Andalites. You don't like killing prisoners, do you? he drawled. I'd therefore like to thank you for helping me obtain my current host. Oh, and the Time Matrix, of course.)
(I seem to be the only one with a weapon here, Sub-Visser,) Elfangor said, grasping at the only hope he currently had.
(There are a dozen Bug fighters closing in on this area even as we speak. You've lost this battle, little one. But you did fight well, isn't that a comfort?)
(You'll be nothing but a cinder by the time they get here,) Elfangor snarled, hating the monstrosity he had helped create.
(No, I don't think so,) Sub-Visser Seven said with silky menace. (After all, you won't kill a helpless prisoner, would you? I have no weapon. I surrender to you, Elfangor,) he laughed again. (I surrender!)
Sub-Visser Seven spread Alloran's wide in a classic gesture of helplessness, and he kept laughing even as he did this. Elfangor raised his Shredder, still set on stun, and aimed it at the Sub-Visser.
(You're right, Sub-Visser, I won't kill you,) Elfangor fired. The stun setting knocked the Sub-Visser to the ground, where he lay unconscious, like Chapman and Loren.
Then, Elfangor set about dragging Loren's body back to relative safety onboard the Jahar. After a brief period of hesitation, owing to his extreme dislike for this particular human, he dragged Chapman aboard as well. Elfangor was just about to drag Alloran's body aboard as well, hoping to try and starve Sub-Visser Seven out of the War-Prince's head, when he saw that Bug fighters were indeed beginning to converge on the spot where he now stood.
There were only two of them, at first, but then two more joined the first two. And two more after that. Elfangor thought about running back aboard the Jahar, but he knew that he would never get off of the planet with so many watchful Yeerks around.
Unless… Sub-Visser Seven must have told his troops that he was probably going to be in an Andalite body the next time they saw him. How else would he avoid being killed by those on his own side? But could the Yeerks tell one Andalite from another?
Elfangor walked calmly back into the Jahar, so as not to arouse any suspicion from the Yeerks overhead. Once he was inside, Elfangor closed the hatch and sealed it tight, punching up ship-to-ship communication once he was secure. The face of a suspicious Hork-Bajir-Controller appeared on the screen in front of him. Elfangor composed himself, knowing that his only hope was to bluff his way out.
The Controller's face showed the expected hatred. He thought he was dealing with an Andalite. He was, but Elfangor wasn't about to let him find out about that.
(What? You don't recognize your Sub-Visser?! I have done it, you fool! As I said I would! I have taken an Andalite body as my host!) Elfangor made sure not to sound uncertain, since that would be out of character for the arrogant Sub-Visser. (Do you see the Andalite down there on the ground?)
"Yes, Sub-Visser Seven," the Controller answered, still sounding a bit unconvinced.
(Good. You're not blind as well as stupid. I want to see him run. As soon as I have lifted off, make him run! And, when he is good and tired, when his legs buckle from exhaustion, I want you to make him dead! You hear me?! And if you fail me, I will feed you to the Taxxons. Sub-Visser Seven, out.)
Elfangor didn't wait for an answer, eager to get the Time Matrix and get off this planet. He quickly lifted off, guiding the Jahar over the rubble-strewn ground. Just out of curiosity, and perhaps a little bit of vindictiveness, Elfangor panned the ship's viewfinder until Sub-Visser Seven was centered in it. He saw the Sub-Visser regain his footing, and that was when one of the circling Bug fighters fired the first Dracon beam.
Elfangor would give the Sub-Visser credit for one thing: he was certainly not stupid. He knew that there would be no reasoning with the Yeerks in those ships. For a moment, Elfangor wondered what would happen to the Controllers aboard those ships when the Sub-Visser got to them, then he decided that he probably didn't want to know.