Several hours after the Visser had departed Ultor was finally able to collapse with a sigh into his office chair. His host had been flooded with the hormone known as adrenaline since the arrival of his old comrade and master and this left him exhausted. Ultor glanced around contentedly, he had designed his office in a very specific way, making it incredibly pleasing to his human eyes. Here a painting, there a rug, to the left an aquarium. <You are becoming quite the human lover yeerk,> his host said, startling the sub-visser.
<This is my body now, why should I now cater to the things that make it happy? You, Edward, above all creatures, should know that life is about making ones self happy.> The sub-visser had no problems with talking to his host, even occasionally letting it have control of their body when he wanted to more fully immerse himself into the humans memories.
The Sub-visser rose from his chair and moved towards the door to the room, his shoes making clacking noises as he moved across the wooden floor. The sub-visser moved out of the door, taking in the sights and smells of the complex, "I never grow tired of this place," he told the Hork-bajir guards that now flanked him on either side. The sub-visser made his way to the conference room where he and the his most senior people met. He brushed by Gedd, Taxxon, and Human controllers as he walked. Yelling occasionally at one of his guards to discipline a particularly slow or distracted yeerk that didn't get out of the way in time.
The conference room was dark when Ultor entered and one of his guards quickly snapped on the lights. The room was large, with green carpet, no windows, and a mahogany table with chairs in the middle. Soon the others would arrive, soon he could deliver the news that the Visser had given him, soon they would all know about the Andalite Bandits and their attack on the California Yeerk pool.
