Temporal Terror

[Josh (J)]

<Wait. There are Yeerks...if this is some sort of a trap, I swear that something will...oh, bother it all.> Gersarus turned around, wondering just where on earth he was exactly and what he was doing here. He tried to remember what he'd last been doing..

[Cobra (Gymn)]

This isn't a trap. Ambassador Kage already told you where you are, planetoid NR–156927–1. Parag said privately to Gersarus.

[Josh (J)]

<Hey,> Gersarus said. <It's my property, not yours. What I think isn't any of your business.> Temporarily forgetting that no matter where he went he could be mind-read, Gersarus walked a few feet away.

[RAFrukh]

I turned to Gersarus abruptly, "You knew the Yeerks?"

[Chad32]

Claxter got the controllers to the med-bay and made sure they were secured. He asked the chee to work on a way to remove the Yeerks as he stood guard in the room. If they woke up, he wanted to make sure they wouldn't cause any harm.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Until you tell us more your thoughts are my business. So you know Yeerks?

[RAFrukh]

"Please, Gersarus, it's very important. How do you know the Yeerks? And how did you get through that portal?", I asked, pointing at the twisting, throbbing blue-mist that was still on our viewscreen, despite our being many, many kilometers away.

[Josh (J)]

<But what if I don't want to say anything about how I know the Yeerks?> Gersarus made a face--which made him look rather disgusting--and stood still. Finally, he sighed,
<Fine, I'll tell you, though I have no idea why. Simply put, the ship I was on crashed. Everyone except me died, I discovered the Yeerk Pool, then found a way to a top-security room. I accidentally entered a room that had something...I don't quite remember too much of what happened after that.> He frowned.

[RAFrukh]

"Well...oh well. At least we know that your not a Yeerk...well, a Yoort yes. A Yeerk, no."

We retranslated to M-space 16,000 kilometers from Andalor, "Well Claxter. I think you should get the Andalite government onscreen...don't you?"

All four eyes snapped open. I was trapped!

<<Of course you are trapped Yeerk. Your plan was not well thought out.>>, the mind of Aldrea-Nerelth-Trene taunted me.

<<SHUT UP, Andalite scum! If your friends hadn't shown up, your future would be very different right now! I know the complete history of the Andalite/Yeerk war! We will get off this ship, and when we do...>>

<<You will be in the Headquarters of the Galactic Accord Union. You will be destroyed.>>

<<Along with your body, captain!>>

<<So be it.>>

I brought Aldrea's body to it's feet. I saw two Androids working over a Leeran. I charged them.

Only to be stopped short by a force field.

<NOOOO! I will not be caged up like an animal!> I yelled, with the feminine "voice" of Aldrea-Nerelth-Trene.

[Chad32]

<Be quiet, Yeerk.> Claxter said. <The war has long been over, and still there are Yeerks who abuse their abilities by taking involuntary hosts. It disgusts me. Now, tell me how you got onto a Dome ship and took prisoners. Where did that portal come from?> He didn't really expect her to blurt it out, but he figured he'd get this out of the way.

[RAFrukh]

I'd forgotten Claxter wasn't in the ****pit. I punched a few keys, "Computer. Hail the Andalite central government."

A big, blue, four-eyed face lit the screen, <This is Senator Gremeth-Cherbin-Neviro, how may I help you?>

"No time for pleasantries Senator –– we have Yeerks. Two of them are Andalite controllers. Most are...Blue-band Hork-Bajir.

His eyes widened, <Blue-bands? But...blue-bands have not been used since ––"

"Since the Andalite/Yeerk war Senator. 70 years ago."

I laughed at the Andalite. I saw through his question.

<Your people are not invincible, Andalite-scum. Neither are security procedures onboard a Dome-Ship spectacularly efficient. We would not have needed the portal to––>

I was saying to much! Hopefully the Andalite was to preoccupied coming up with a way to counter what I said to hear that we came from the Portal.

[Chad32]

<So you came from the portal. How was it made? Where does it lead from? Tell me everything, and I won't let you starve to death. Refuse, and I may employ a certain tactic that a certain visser 3 came up with so long ago.>Claxter said. Visser three had been known for making starvation last weeks. Claxter wouldn't actually stoop to that level, but this Visser didn't need to know that.

[RAFrukh]

<But how are they here now Ambassador Hamee? I can hardly believe––>

No Andalite was going to rebuff me, "Well, whether you believe it or not, Senator, there are Yeerks on board. Some of these Yeerks have Blue-band hosts."

I initiated an audio link with sickbay, "Claxter? I have Senator Gremeth-Cherbin-Neviro on screen. Will you please tell him there are Yeerks in sickbay."

He was going to starve me!?

<Never! The Empire is more important than I am! I will die for it! You will never get information from me!>

The Hork-Bajir from before called down to this room, "Claxter? I have Senator Gremeth-Cherbin-Neviro on screen. Will you please tell him there are Yeerks in sickbay."

I jumped in, <Senator Gremeth! This is Captain Aldrea! Please, these people are holding me hostage, you have to help me!>

[Chad32]

<It's been nearly a century. there is no empire. All that's left of loyalists is small bands that think they can bring back what they lost. The Council is long dead, and you don't control any habitable planets in the galaxy. The war is over. the empire is no more.>

<I am coming.> Claxter said, ignoring the Yeerk's attempts to pass as Aldrea. he went to the ****pit. <Greetings senator. We captured some controllers that came out of a strange portal and took some prisoners. One of which is Aldrea. The Yeerk in her head identifies itsself as Visser Four.>

[RAFrukh]

<Visser 4? Eve if they were Yeerks, the Imperial Hierarchy was abolished, long ago. Are you absolutely sure about this?>