Trey shifts uneasily as Salem's comment drew the attention of both the Hork-Bajir and Jasper. Suddenly all eyes are on him - a fact that makes him extremely uncomfortable.
"I, uh-" Trey pauses to clear his throat. He picks up his tumbler, which is almost completely empty after having spilled it, and tips it back. The small amount of water remaining trickles down his throat. Coughing, he begins again, his eyes never leaving the table.
"I probably shouldn't talk about it," Trey admits. "The whole time travel thing, you know? But, uh...yeah. So, in my time the war between the Yeerks and the Andalites is pretty much over. The Yeerk Empire lost, and the Andalites had to figure out what to do with all the Yeerks." The uncertainty in Trey's voice begins to clear as he recites the familiar story. He knew two versions; the one that he had been taught at school and the one his father had taught him. He stuck to his father's version.
"The Andalites, being power hungry and eager for control, wanted to send us all back to the Homeworld and initiate a quarantine. Or kill us all. But then, with the help of the humans, they discovered an even better option. Better for them, worse for the Yeerks.
All Yeerks were ordered to become nothlits. They were given the morphing power, given an animal and told to become that creature indefinitely.It would ensure the elimination of our race within one generation, but at the same time," he shrugs, "we would be able to watch it happen slowly. Most of the Yeerks were given awful, helpless bodies. Small birds and lizards and other useless animals, many with a shorter life span. My parents were among the lucky few granted human bodies."
He dares a glance up from the table to see the reaction of his table group. "As far as how I got here, well, pretty much the normal way for humans. But my parents are Yeerk, no matter what they look like."
