Animorphs Central

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  The Visser looks over to see the Ondarilites hiding in one of few remaining forests.  The Visser morphs into the Bievilerd, flaps his wings and lunges towards the forest. 1 earth month later. >There are Yeerk Pools across the entire planet now. The Ondarilites are extinct. A Class 1 Species, they couldn’t be infested and thus they had to be eliminated.< The Visser monologues to himself. As he glance at a star map. >No matter, there’s still many more planets to conquer, many more yeerk pools to create and more lifeforms…..to acquire.< >Ha ha ha ha ha!<

  The ground fractured as if straining from an inner force. Stones splintered, glowing faintly with hidden light. Soldiers stumbled as the earth convulsed, Taxxons thrashed in bewilderment. And then an enormous shadow loomed over the battlefield.  The ground fractured as if straining from an inner force. Stones splintered, glowing faintly with hidden light. Soldiers stumbled as the earth convulsed, Taxxons thrashed in bewilderment. And then an enormous shadow loomed over the battlefield.  A colossal creature flew over the area with one flap from it's wings. It was pitch black with a sleek aerodynamic body. It possessed multiple orange eyes and numerous razor-sharp teeth. The Visser stood and looked onward. > So, this must be the Bievilerd creature those Ondarilite fool's spoke of. Our battle must have disrupted it's hibernation cycle. < The Visser was proud to know his Andalite translator chip still continues to function. The Ondarilites sank to their knees in horro...

 Chapter 1

  His hooves struck the ground with resolute certainty, his tail blade swinging lazily behind him. The alien air stung, sharp and metallic, yet he inhaled it without hesitation. His stalk eyes surveyed the horizon. This world throbbed with life. That much was clear. Life and perhaps something more. >Establish a perimeter,< he commanded. The initial days on Ondar were marked by ruthless slaughter. The Yeerks set up their base near the plateau caves. Taxxons were unleashed upon the forests to strip them of their foliage, their gnashing mandibles turning vibrant bark into mush. The Gedds transformed the recently deforestated areas into yeerk pools. The Hork-Bajir captured local creatures for study, dragging them alive into containment where alien cries echoed until they were silenced. The Ondarilites, the indigenous species were soon discovered. They were tall, six-limbed entities, with bodies made of flexible chitin that glowed softly with the same luminescence as their forests...

 Chapter 4

  Chapter 3

  The Bladeship surged Into the void, its engines resonating through every wall, whisking them away from Sector 5. Its prow aimed toward the stars, toward their next conquest. Towards planet Ondar. And even now, the Visser’s mind was strategizing, weaving, insatiable. The Lerdethak. The Vanarx. These were merely the beginning. The Bladeship sliced through the void like a predator gliding through dark waters. Its angular hull shimmered softly in the starlight, wings brimming with weapon arrays that pulsed with a silent menace. Inside, a profound silence enveloped the upper decks an eerie stillness disrupted only by the hum of conduits and the sporadic echo of various appendages against the ship’s metallic floor. Visser Thirty-Two stood upon the ship’s command bridge, his four hooves firmly planted on the platform. To one side, a viewport displayed the black expanse of stars, where the streaks of distant suns created the illusion of frozen flames. Below him, subordinates toiled in te...

  Within the ship, Visser Thirty-Two’s hooves clanged against the deck as he approached the containment unit. Soldiers instinctively stepped aside. The chamber doors opened. Inside, the walls quaked from the force of something crashing against them. The reinforced transparent window of the containment unit shook and groaned, but remained intact. The Vanarx also known as the Yeerkbane, is a creature capable of extracting the yeerk directly out a host’s head and consuming them. Its body was purple, shimmering as if sculpted from ice. It resembled a bloated tube worm. The Taxxons quivered with hunger. The Hork-Bajir shifted nervously. The Visser stepped closer. His stalk eyes twitched in subtle arcs as he examined the creature. The Vanarx lunged at the glass, its serpentine body slamming against it with a thunderous impact. The chamber shook, but the walls remained steadfast.  <Open the containment unit,> The Visser commanded. A Hork-Bajir controller hesitantly spoke. ...

 Chapter 2

  The mist parted, unveiling the creature they had come for. The Lerdethak stood partially concealed in the fog, a colossal mass of flesh and energy. Its form was erratic, similar to an animal caught in perpetual chaos. Its roar echoed across the plain, rattling branches and dislodging shards of crystal leaves. Every soldier present hesitated. Even the Taxxons, driven solely by hunger, hesitated. Visser Thirty-Two did not waver. He strode forward through the mist, each step deliberate, his tail blade swinging languidly behind him. The creature fixed its frenzied gaze upon him. Energy surged in its throat, poised to be unleashed. He raised one hand, palm facing outward. The Lerdethak shrieked and lunged, but just before its tendrils could ensnare him, The Visser pressed his hand against its heaving side. The beast halted. The trance descended instantly, as it always did. The Lerdethak’s frenzy dissipated into stillness, its body trembling as if in shock. The Visser’s demeanor remain...

  Leading them was Visser Thirty-Two. A being that evoked both admiration and disgust. The only Yeerk to possess an Andalite body. His lower body was designed for speed and strength, resembling a centaur with four legs that ended in sharp hooves, striking the ground with a metallic cadence. A long, muscular tail that culminated in a sharp blade. His upper body took on a humanoid form with two proportionality smaller arms but the head was unsettling, too foreign to be mistaken for human. Soft, blue fur stretched over a face devoid of expression except for the two eyes on his face, and an additional pair of stalk eyes that sat on the top of his head. The soldiers followed him because he was their Visser. Yet many dared not gaze upon him for long.

  An army emerged through the haze. Hork-Bajir prowled forward, their jagged blades slicing through the mist, eyes faintly illuminated by the void of Yeerk dominion. Gedd controllers clumsily moved among them. Taxxons slithered and twisted in insatiable hunger, their countless teeth clashing in a cacophony. 

The mist of Sector 5 RG-21578-4 moved as if it possessed a will of its own. It wound its way over the ridges of the gorge in ethereal, blue tendrils, weaving between the roots of trees and curling low around the alien moss. Each wisp glimmered subtly in the distant light of the planet's sun, as if recalling the conflicts waged here long ago. The air was sharp and metallic, biting into the lungs of anyone reckless enough to inhale deeply.