Indar watched, tailblade raised, though this creature was something...beyond what he was capable of destroying. He moved towards the downed Yarin, extending a friendly hand down to his comrade, stalk-eyes fixated on the creature. <I am a Yeerk, yes; Indar 632. Not all projects are made public to...lesser Yeerks. Tell me please, what are you? And what have you come to do?>