Ultor was in his office, sipping a delightful human drink that he, personally, was trying for the first time, when the news came in. The yeerk under-general (sub-visser) had just decided that he quite enjoyed hot chocolate when a loud pounding noise came from the other side of his office door. <That reminds me of a poem, called the raven, by poe> Ultor ignored his host remark- he cared little for human poetry- and flung the door open.
"What is the meaning of disturbing me in this way?" He asked the woman who cowered under his gave, "I was enjoying a human drink and you have quite ruined the experience.
<your going to make the poor girl girl cry,> his host said with something of a chuckle in his 'voice'. His dear host loved to narrate, as if Ultor care about what he thought. <I know that you, at the very least, enjoy my company...> It was true, Ultor had developed something like a friendship with this human.
"Sir, my lord, we have most disturbing news, it seems that an extremely suspicious event occured at a customs check point in a nearby(?) part of the state. Several of your men reported seeing things that made no since by human standards and decided that andalites might be the missing piece to the puzzel."
Ultor moved back over to his desk and sat down once again, coco forgotten; "Bring the witnesses to me immediatly and begin infesting all of the workers at this customs check point, the humans who are not under our controll may have seen something even more important." Ultor picked up the phone on his desk and dialed Regalis, "Get in here" he snapped. The sub-visser stood and opened the door, indicating that the woman should leave, "one more thing, if you ever knock like that again you will die."
The woman looked at him with fear, "yes sub-visser 2"
