Chapter Two
"The Horrible Unfolding"
Minute later, Esplin had his blade ship docked at one corner of mother ship (at the opposite end from One's ship because he didn't really want that ship destroyed.) The ship's hull had just been repainted
((What do you know?)) shot back the Visser, as he walked down the dark halls, towards the center of the ship.
((I know that two-year-old Andalites don't even play this game that you and Visser One seem to enjoy playing constantly.))
((I don't enjoy it!)) Esplin's tale shot out in agitation, hitting one of the Hork-Bajir guards who had tried to get around him unharmed. He no longer had an arm, and went running down the hall, trying not to scream. Esplin looked down at the bloody, lost arm, hoping that the band on his arm shown gold-- the color of Visser One. ((Well, all right… Even if I did, Edriss certainly doesn't enjoy it,)) he grumbled. He had to smile and the last sentence and continued swaggering.
((You're a fool,)) muttered Alloran. He would have rolled his eyes and sneered had he had control of them.
((Well, who has control of this marvelous, strong body?)) shot back Esplin.
The silence of Alloran's voice pleased him, and he began to walk with an extra bounce in his step. He wasn't at all worried about the orders of coming and meeting the council. All he had to do was tip the blame towards Visser One with one tactic after another, and he was home free. And they wouldn't kill a Yeerk with an Andalite host, would they? He heard Alloran snort in the back of his mind, but he didn't bother to acknowledge him, moving on down the labyrinth of the large, bloated ship.
Minutes later, he found himself in the center of the room, Visser One standing just a few inches away from him. He wanted so badly to just trip her with his tale-- humans had to be unstable on just two legs, and very funny to watch fall and hit the ground in a heap. Hysterical! The urge was almost irresistible. The only thing that did stop him was the holographic image of all the council members.
Around them was a ring of Hork-Bajir controllers, too many for the Visser to defeat if anything were to go wrong. He stiffened a bit, knowing that the situation must have been a little bit more serious than he gave it credit for.
((Alive I see,)) he said to Edriss in private thought-speech. He saw her draw tighten in one of his eye stalks-- was that minor irritation? He enjoyed having telepathy!
Garoff stepped forward and addressed both of them. "The council is getting tired of how you two do not get along. We are tired of the destruction, and the messes you cause, throwing the empire further and further behind schedule. You must unify of suffer the consequences." He shot a look at Visser Three, meaning that he would kill him, Andalite host or no Andalite host.
As he continued talking about how the council was tired of them 'bickering', Edriss noticed that the ring of guards slowly began to filter out of the room. She felt the bottom of her stomach dropping, knowing that something was going to happen, and she wasn't going to like it.
"--You are both some of the most brilliant minds in the empire, and it's just a pity that you don't get along like Visser's should--" She didn't know if that was mock kindness or what. "So we are going to keep you two in the room until you can work it out…"
Both of the Vissers' eyes darted around, seeing, as well as hearing, all of the doors slam shut. This put Visser One in a panic. "WAIT!" she shouted at the fizzling hologram, reaching out a hand-- but it was too late. Garoff was already gone.
