A/N: Finally, here is chapter one:P Enjoy!

The New Yeerk Empire

Chapter One

It was close to four o'clock, and the trial had only started a few hours back. But for the two Vissers, it was already over. Visser One had taken Visser Three's proposition, despite their unfriendly ties. They were to become allies in a quest to create a new Yeerk Empire, an empire independent from the renowed Council of Thirteen. What would happen to them on their journey? Even they were yet to find out.

Visser One followed Visser Three outside the trial room. He led her, running, her eyes and mind blinded to what he had planned, to a large storage room just outside the nearest Taxxon tunnel. Many such tunnels surrounded the entire Earthbound Yeerk pool complex. But right now, at that moment, only this one mattered.

" Where are we… going?" Visser One demanded.

( Well, to the ship, where do you suppose? ) He smirked and walked to the back of the room. There was a small red door, which he opened, revealing a huge back room…. And in that room, was Visser Three's Blade ship.

Visser One almost burst out laughing.

" You parked a ship in the underground Yeerk pool complex?" she exclaimed. " And in a damned storage room on top of that --"

( It's a hangar. )

" Whatever."

He then walked into the "hangar", as he called it. He seemed just as arrogant and cocky as always, but Visser One could not help but wonder if he had thought this through.

" And how do you expect we'll get ourselves out of here?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He smirked at her. ( Why, we'll bust ourselves out of course. Could you expect any less from me? )

Visser One stared in horror. Was he really suggesting that they fly the ship straight through the pool complex itself? Surely he could not be that stupid. They'd be fried to a crisp!

" Are you an idiot?"

( After putting up with you for all these years? Seriously Visser One, it's a wonder I am not more insane than I am. )

She rolled her eyes and walked the few steps separating them. She stood right next to him, for the first time as an ally, and not just because she was forced to.

He led her into the ship. It was a luxurious ship, in general. How it managed to fit into this confined place at all was a mystery to Visser One. But she walked inside without question, submerged in the ship's vastness immediately.

Maybe Visser Three has a point, she conceded to herself and to herself only. I mean, who would shoot at this big a ship and seriously hope it will harm it? It would take a damn Dracon cannon to knock this one down.

She could only hope she was right.

( Now, ) Visser Three instructed. ( Get to the bridge and stay there. It's the most shielded and therefore safest area of the ship. But stay low, and be cautious of Dracon fire. )

" What will you do?" Visser One inquired, still a bit weary of her former hated enemy.

( I'll be there with you in due time, ) he said. ( But I have to get a few things from storage in case of emergency… Go on, go! Don't waste time! The Council will be back on-screen in no time. We have to get out before they get the time to notice we're gone! )

Visser One grudgingly decided he was right. She ran as fast as her half-crippled host's legs could bring her toward the ship's bridge. Fortunately for her exhausted limbs, it wasn't very far away. And almost arrived, she heard Visser Three's thought-speak voice command:

( Computer, self-guidance code four. Get us out of this place. )

Visser One ran faster. She was close enough to the bridge to hear the automated call.

"Self-guidance code four activated," it said.

At that very instant, acceleration hit! The ship went bursting through the closed doors of the hangar undamaged, but not without a huge impact. Visser One screamed as her frail, injured body was sent sprawling across the floor of the ship. She hit a far wall hard. As the impact softened, she kneeled down on freshly broken bones and coughed up red human blood.

This is not good, she thought as she looked down at the worrying red spot on the floor. Internal injuries.

She lay down on her back on the floor, feeling weak and feverish. She closed her eyes. From far off, the sounds of Dracon beams firing rang in her ears.

- BREET! BREET! BREET!

Alarms rang all over the complex. Everywhere Bug fighters and robotic mechanisms and levelled Dracon beams rushed to catch the fleeing traitors. But it was all far away to Visser One. Her head lolled to one side, and she fell asleep in a total state of dizziness, brought on not by the fear of being caught and executed, but of the injuries that were already there and existant.

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Meanwhile, in the storage room, Visser Three was desperately searching for a spare oxygen tank.

( Where is it, where is it, where is it? ) he muttered to himself, knocking over bottles and boxes off of shelves in his rush.

He was frantic. Firing everywhere! He could hear it through the walls, through the floors, through the very metal itself.

- TSEEEW! TSEEEEWW!

Visser Three felt faint. He inhabited an Andalite body, and with the Andalite body came the unfortunate bad case of claustrophobia. He was usually able to surpass the instinctive fear his host body gave him. But in a small, confined storage room, Dracon beams firing all around him, stuck, afraid of being caught… the fear was alive in him, more than ever.

His mind flashed to Visser One. Had she made it to the bridge? They were allies now. But they had been enemies long enough for Visser Three to not care less about her state. As long as he got out of this room safe and alive, she could burn in hell for all he cared.

Visser Three felt a tiny rivet of sweat run down his cheek like a tear. He breathed heavily. Outside the ship, alarms and Dracon beams went off, leaving loud echoes in their wake.

At last, he found an oxygen tank. He grabbed it up hastily and left the room, sighing in deep and sincere relief. Walking down the corridors of the ship, his mind drifted to the Council of Thirteen. Surely they knew by now that the Vissers had escaped… Slowly, the sound of the Dracon beams and the alarms became fainter, little by little.

We must be in the holding bay, Visser Three told himself. Without a window to his aid, he imagined the long array of parked ships, repairmen, and private cells for the Vissers' ships known as the pool holding bay. He felt a sudden wave of nostalgia. He, alone with his former worst enemy, would have to fend for himself now. They had enough emergency Kandrona particle generators in the Blade ship to keep them alive for at least half a year. But eventually, they would have to find another way.

There was no more holding bay for them now. There was no returning to the pool. They were traitors, and Visser Three knew it. But traitors with a purpose, at least.

Visser Three galloped the rest of the way to the bridge. Upon arrival, he found Visser One asleep on the floor, blood running slowly down the side of her almost-closed mouth. He actually worried for a second… she looked very pale. What if she was dying? He considered the thought for a moment, and suddenly felt sickeningly alone. If she died, he would be alone on his quest to start the New Yeerk Empire. It had seemed so simple… but at the thought of being alone, a single traitor hunted down by an entire empire of his own species… It was a morose thought. Visser Three shivered and placed a hand on Visser One's forehead before running it slowly, pensively, along her cheek. She was surprisingly cold as ice, not warm and feverish like he thought she would be.

To his – what, relief? – she opened her eyes and looked at him. He quickly pulled his hand away from her cheek, hoping she wouldn't notice the gesture, but indeed she didn't say a word.

( What happened? ) Visser Three asked neutrally. ( Were you shot? )

" No," Visser One said exhaustedly. " I fell because of the extreme lack of impact compensators on your ship."

( Oh ha, ha, Visser One, ) Visser Three drawled. ( Shut your trap, I was kind enough to bring this ship instead of a Bug fighter. )

" Even a Bug fighter has more compensators than this piece of crap," Visser One murmured, closing her eyes again.

( You must get a new host, Visser One. ) Visser Three said. ( This one is badly injured. A nuisance to us. )

" No, really, do you think?" Visser One replied sarcastically, her eyes still closed. "In the meantime, we have to think… how are we going to do this?"

Visser Three thought for a moment. ( I don't know. )

Neither of them said a word for a long time after that. As they listened intently, they no longer heard the threatening beams, or the alarms… nothing. Nothing could be heard except for the silence, and then a soft "splish" as they entered the underwater environment of the exit from the Yeerk pool complex.

And at last, they could breathe again.

They were out of there.


Short chapter, I know, but I hope you liked anyway! It gets better from here. Please don't forget to review! Till next time!