Chapter 6
I watched as Visser Five paced around the room, he seemed frustrated,
but confident. He turned to face us.
"Sub-Visser, I wish for you to take the rest of the current Taxxon hosts into orbit around this planet, the Andalites will be on us soon,
and we have to be ready for a full defensive assault. You will be greatly awarded for this." He said almost nicely.
"Yes Visser," Afron said for me, "Where may I find the rest of the hosts?"
"They are located in Yeerk Pool 7160-Sector 5 of this planet. They have already recieved orders and will be at your command, use them wisely. Also you will be escorted with a few Hork-Bajir, and Sub-Visser seven. He will only be with you shortly for he has to come back for battle position."
"Thank you Visser, I will disperse immediately." We turned to leave.
"Wait, Afron, be careful. I may be your superior, but I'm still your friend. Don't fail me, we'll rule this planet together." He said softly.
We left. We scuttled across the soft dunes toward a large building about the size of a two story house on your planet. I saw about ten fellow Taxxons all crowded around something.
{FOOD!} He screamed in my head. I smelt it too, fresh Taxxon meat. We rushed to the corpse and ate with my brethren, feeling like myself again, I was awfully hungry.
{This urge, it's so unbearable! I can't stop myself from eating a fellow Yeerk! Surprisingly, Taxxon doesn't taste half bad...} He trailed off.
After the meal was over, a rather small Hork-Bajir walked up to us,
some of the Taxxons stood at attention, but Afron kept me in a relaxed position.
"Which one of you filthy insects is Sub-Visser 24?" He asked angrily.
We slithered up. Filthy insects?
"I am Sub-Visser, I have sources who say you are in command of this small fleet. We should leave immediately." Afron said confidently with my mouth.
"Do not suggest to your superiors Afron." He said sternly. "But, since you are sub-command, I will let you take command of the remaining Taxxon hosts. The fighter is this way."
We walked/scuttled a short ways with my remaining brethren, and a few Hork-Bajir. I started to smell singed Hork-Bajir. According to Sub-Visser Seven, the ship was supposed to be here.
"ANDALITES!" He screamed.
I watched as Visser Five paced around the room, he seemed frustrated,
but confident. He turned to face us.
"Sub-Visser, I wish for you to take the rest of the current Taxxon hosts into orbit around this planet, the Andalites will be on us soon,
and we have to be ready for a full defensive assault. You will be greatly awarded for this." He said almost nicely.
"Yes Visser," Afron said for me, "Where may I find the rest of the hosts?"
"They are located in Yeerk Pool 7160-Sector 5 of this planet. They have already recieved orders and will be at your command, use them wisely. Also you will be escorted with a few Hork-Bajir, and Sub-Visser seven. He will only be with you shortly for he has to come back for battle position."
"Thank you Visser, I will disperse immediately." We turned to leave.
"Wait, Afron, be careful. I may be your superior, but I'm still your friend. Don't fail me, we'll rule this planet together." He said softly.
We left. We scuttled across the soft dunes toward a large building about the size of a two story house on your planet. I saw about ten fellow Taxxons all crowded around something.
{FOOD!} He screamed in my head. I smelt it too, fresh Taxxon meat. We rushed to the corpse and ate with my brethren, feeling like myself again, I was awfully hungry.
{This urge, it's so unbearable! I can't stop myself from eating a fellow Yeerk! Surprisingly, Taxxon doesn't taste half bad...} He trailed off.
After the meal was over, a rather small Hork-Bajir walked up to us,
some of the Taxxons stood at attention, but Afron kept me in a relaxed position.
"Which one of you filthy insects is Sub-Visser 24?" He asked angrily.
We slithered up. Filthy insects?
"I am Sub-Visser, I have sources who say you are in command of this small fleet. We should leave immediately." Afron said confidently with my mouth.
"Do not suggest to your superiors Afron." He said sternly. "But, since you are sub-command, I will let you take command of the remaining Taxxon hosts. The fighter is this way."
We walked/scuttled a short ways with my remaining brethren, and a few Hork-Bajir. I started to smell singed Hork-Bajir. According to Sub-Visser Seven, the ship was supposed to be here.
"ANDALITES!" He screamed.