Indar 632
I could feel my neck tingling in anticipation as the subject was brought to the pool. He looked around, scared, as he saw the Yeerks. Yeerks in their natural, unblended state.
But no, he wouldn't be host to one of them. Sub-Visser Sixty-Nine, my adjutant, would take him as a host, and absorb his knowledge, so that we could learn all we could to make this flawless.
He smiled at me and bowed. This was reassuring, because these peoples' religion would be their damnation.
He was lain out on a cushioned area of some sort, and the Sub-Visser placed his Hork-Bajir earhole to the subject's. A grey-green slug wriggled out. That was the sub-visser, in his natural form. Always fascinating to know what he looked like. Most of the time, when you interact with a fellow Yeerk, you tend to notice only the host, and judge them by what their host body is.
I adored my host. His name was Vek Notur, a Hork-Bajir from the Hork-Bajir homeplanet. He was big, strong, and somewhat smarter than your average Hork-Bajir. By somewhat, I do not mean that he is a Seer.
Upon becoming a Visser, I had modified him to my whims. Down his back ran extra horns, and he was stronger, more powerful. He was covered from head to tail in battle scars, though, he was excessively handsome for a Hork-Bajir. And, as a Visser, I had gathered together a special army of very big, very strong Hork-Bajir, and I had trained them to become great warriors. Not your average Hork-Bajir. The Hork-Bajir stood around me as guards during this momentous event.
Where was I? Ah, the sub-visser wriggling into the Perit Hur. The host had been sufficiently detained, and was being dragged to the cages as we speak. The creature went blank for a moment, then the Yeerk started to take control.
I could see him discovering the senses of the body, amazed with its abilities. Slowly, he began to stand up.
"How is it?" I asked.
"Errrrrrrrrrthpbbbbbbbb…" he said, salivating.
"Get control of that mouth."
"This is a fine body. I like it, Visser. It is the perfect predator. And you will like this."
"Mmm…a Class Five species. I am liking this already."
"It gets better. There are many of these creatures. Millions. And the land is diverse with species."
"Ooh, perfect for my zoo!" I had copied the Skrit Na and made my own zoo of captured species.
"And there's more. They think we are their gods, and prophets of their future."
"I'd believe that." I laughed.
"More like prophets of their enslavement," he said, and I laughed again.
"So, you can grasp the language and culture enough to deliver to them a message?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let's leave the ship. You have a lot of explaining to do."