Indar 632

My name is Indar Six-Three-Two, of the Sulp Niar pool. I am the Yeerk currently holding the title of Visser Eighteen, though this will most certainly change soon.

I have discovered a species deserving of classification Five. Perfect hosts for the Yeerk Empire, in large supply. A means of defeating the Andalite filth that ravage the galaxy.

I found them whilst doing a tedious task of finding a planet suitable for Yeerk occupation that was far from Andalite space. My Blade ship's sensors were perfect for scanning the surfaces of planets, determining whether they were a gas giant, a barren planet, or whatever they were.

Turns out I found more than a suitable planet.

I remember the day when they were first found. I was bored, as usual, sitting at my "Captain's" chair, when suddenly, Sub-Visser Sixty-Nine yelled, "LOOK!"

A planet…the perfect planet for our needs. The perfect planet for reterraforming.

"Does it support life?"

"Yes. There are many diverse species on the surface."

I rose from my chair and walked over to him. "What kind of species? Anything infestable?"

"Perhaps you will be interested in this." He zoomed in on a creature, running through the forest, stalking a creature that looked like a grasshopper. What was it?

The creature with amazing speed and precision, pounced on the grasshopper, crushing its body. Then it began to feed.

"It is night on that side of the planet," I remarked. "These creatures have night vision."

"Yes, they do. Would you consider them Class Five, perhaps?"

"Or perhaps Class Three. Do a scan…how many are there?"

He pushed a few buttons. "Millions…"

I closed my Hork-Bajir eyes. "My seat on the Council…is assured…"

"They are highly primitive, Visser."

I smiled. "Good. Let us land, and introduce ourselves."

Not long after, the Blade ship was on land, and the natives had gathered around the ship.

"They appear to be simple hunter-gatherers," the sub-visser remarked.

I ordered some of my legendary Hork-Bajir warriors off of the ship first, for protection. Then some Taxxons, so they could see we were diverse. And a couple of Gedds.

One of them, who seemed to be in charge, kneeled before one of my Hork-Bajir and started chanting in an odd rhetoric.

"They seem to revere us," Sub-Visser Sixty-Nine said.

"Yes, they do," I replied. "We can use this to our advantage."

He smiled. "Good idea, Visser."

"You!" I ordered the Hork-Bajir. "Grab him. Take him to my ship."

He obliged, and the native did not struggle. He was silently walked to the ship, while some of the other natives asked us questions that we couldn't understand. We walked him into the ship.

Soon, he would be one of us.