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<The Hork-Bajir are a good people, despite their fearsome looks,> the Andalite said. <But
they have been enslaved by the Yeerks. Each of them now carries a Yeerk in his head. They
are to be pitied.> I almost chockled, it was hard to pity a 7 feet tall walking blade.
Then a new form caught our attetion they were like massive centipedes, twice as long as a grown man. So big around that if you
tried to hug one, your arms wouldn't make it even halfway. Not that anyone would ever want
to.
They had dozens of legs that supported the lower two thirds of their bodies. The top third was
held upright, and there the rows of legs became smaller, with little lobster-claw hands.
Around the top of their disgusting, tubular bodies were four eyes, each like a wiggling
globule of red Jell-O. And at the very end, pointing straight up in the air, was a round mouth,
ringed by hundreds of tiny teeth. <Taxxon-Controllers,> the Andalite said. I knew he was trying to tell us all he could, even to
the end. Trying to prepare us for what we were up against,
<The Taxxons are evil.> The controllers poured from the ships, securing the perimeter like marines and holding small pistol-like things tha were obviously weapons.