Captured*
Characters: Alloran
Alloran tried to escape the first few times when Esplin 9466 prime left his body to absorb the kandrona rays, still in denial. He was under heavy restraint, though at first the yeerks didn't have the equipment to restrain him so far as to keep him alive as well as keeping him still enough to be reinfested.
Esplin instructed his warriors, all Hork-Bajir of great height and strength, what they were supposed to do as he left the War Prince's mind: they all looked at each other, though they were too terrified to mention how hair-brained the idea was, and too fascinated at the same time as they watched the Sub Visser swaggering around in his new body. None of them wanted to lose an arm, or something worse while keeping guard.
Still Esplin left his body without more to say, save for the unspoken threat of a long and painful death if something went wrong. They waited as he slowly slithered out of the elf-shaped ear, strangely a nonthreatening apendage compared to the other end of his body. The Dracon Beams shook in nervous talons, all on stun, but they knew this andalite warrior well enough: Some of them would be dead before the evening was out.
Alloran struggled to gain control of his body as soon as possible, pulling out any morphs that would help his escape, while the parasite left seeing the echoes of his thoughts as he disconnected. He knew that the slug was nervous and scared for the rest of them, only for different reasons.
As if on instinct-FWAAP!
His tale struck down the first guard, an arm, then slashing across the poor controller's chest before any of them could blink. The creature toppled down, gore blossoming across the deck, while Alloran thought of how he was going to kill the aristh that let him be taken.
Everyone rushed forward, though they kept their blades carefully away from the unwilling host; it was too crowded to gain a good shot of the andalite, Dracon beams flashing upwards as they tried to avoid each other. This Alloran took advantage of, slashing repeatedly without any pause. Wild screams echoed in the room, as Esplin 9466 swam around in the tiny pool in the corner, deaf to all the pandimonium around him.
He prided himself in that moment, knowing all of their weaknesses, as well as the fact that for once, they couldn't kill him, let alone injure him, no matter how much they hated him or wanted to.
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!
Taking in a couple of deep breaths, he took the chance as the front warriors reeled backwards and concentrated on his attack morph. He tail slowed visibly enough from the new form taking shape, that the enemy took advantage. Three Hork-Bajir grabbed at his week arms as the poison cones along his body took shape. NOOOO! he screamed to himself: his tail began to shrivel away. He found that one of the slugs had taken a slash at him; he was bleeding, though nothing of consequence. He kept trying for force the morph to form faster, knowing that he was becoming defenseless because of his disappearing tail.
Before he could scream at the shear hopelessness of it all, everything went black.
The next moment he was conscience again, Esplin had returned, stretching his muscles from spine to the tip of his tail, and opening his mind up to see what he had missed. It was effortless how the yeerk moved Alloran away. A mere thought was all that it took.
As the Sub Visser saw all that he had missed, he began laughing in the mind that he now owned as Alloran stood watching in the back. The yeerk struck down the controller who had tainted his new body: a small side scratch no longer than four inches. Esplin began to laugh again as he observed the gore strewn floor, the fresh body still twitching; how clumsy their host bodies were. How clumsy and hopeless Alloran's attempt at escape had been.
A/N : Thanks for the review alikat522! ^_^ Yeah I've got this weird image of their society, and hopefully it'll develop more as I write! I also want to do one or two more of Jahar, so hopefully in the near future she'll pop up.