The creature nodded. <Yes. I believe I am about to lose conciousness. If you can save me, I will help you further. If you cannot... > Suddenly in each of their minds images that they had never seen appeared. Large, lizardlike creatures with blades that stood two heads taller than any man. Fat man eating worms with never ending hunger. Small grey slugs that eminated hate. He appeared to be sharing his memories through these pictures. Each one had a complex layer of emotion and information linked to it that explained what was happening.
The yeerks were on Earth. The andalites were attempting to stop them. Their had been a massive loss of life in a battle. He was possibly the only survivor. All this was recorded in an instant. Their was a sudden, mental gasp from the andalite named Larz Garrec Took. <They are here...> He slumped into unconciousness.
Watson and Holmes looked up at his warning. Fast approaching were the bug fighters they had learned about. "****." Holmes swore. "Watson, help me lift him , we can cut through the woods behind the manor."