((Hope you don't mind if I come to crash the party.
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A yeerk-controlled human was patrolling the woods to intercept any possible Andalite hide outs that could have been made there. The human looked young but not old, possibly fresh from his pubescent years and wore very unfitting park ranger clothing. It was simply a disguise but one not heavily considered in context. A normal human would think it strange for such a young man to wear a plain camo-coloured t-shirt and long, thick dark green pants held up by a belt and a long brimmed hat to finish.
<<Aww, why did I have to wear such an ugly outfit?>> The human mind queried the yeerk with an endearing sense of mischief.
<<Silence, slave! An order is an order now be quiet or I might be inclined to do a repeat of what happened last time you attempted to be difficult.>> The yeerk threatened, clearly agitated and annoyed than usual.
The yeerk furrowed his host's brows to get a clear view of the background around the forest, head panning across the landscape for signs of oddities. The human took a while to reply back with a more subdued tone as if his small candle of human innocence was extinguished right then and there by harsh reprimand.
<<My name's Darrien. And I'll be quie-->> Darrien's thought speak was cut off by someone else's thought speak that was not the yeerk in his head.
The thought speak was muffled and hard to decipher but the yeerk felt a sense of triumph and excitement.
<<The Andalites must be near!>> The yeerk was already rushing to the approximate location of whoever had made such a public thought speak. <<What a fools move to make. Visser Three will be pleased.>>
Darrien decided not to make any comments but he was confused what 'Andalites' were and wondered if they were his savior from his imprisonment. He had heard them many times when it was brought into discussion between fellow yeerks.
<<No, slave! You will never be free! Nothing can stop our unbeatable tactic for dominating this planet. All will be enslaved just like you were at The Sharing and if they refuse then they have no part in Visser Three's plan.>>
Darrien didn't respond but the yeerk knew perfectly well what his thoughts were on the matter. The yeerk simply smiled and praised him for his obedience, if he were to express his feelings on human terms.
The yeerk's host was slowing down upon sensing that there were people nearby. Keeping up with his facade, he intended to barge into the clearing and interrupt the little group. The location of his dracon beam in his pant pocket was burnt firmly in his mind so that he'd reach for it quickly if things didn't go well. He needed to identify them so he'd have images and names to give to his superior.
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