The Esplin Chronicles: Planet Ondar Page 5 (Chapter 2)

 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. “Visser….”

The Visser’s tail blade flicked. The controller’s throat split open before he could finish the word. He collapsed, twitching. Taxxons quickly moved in to consume their dying cohort.

<Open it,> The Visser reiterated.

Another Hork-Bajir complied, fingers quivering on the controls. The seal hissed, locks disengaged, and the glass parted slightly. The Vanarx surged forward only to halt abruptly the moment Visser’s blue hand made contact with its flesh.

Stillness. Silence. The trance descended like a curtain.

The Visser’s eyes narrowed as he pressed more firmly. His mind penetrated, cold and invasive, stripping the creature of its essence. The Vanarx had been successfully acquired. When the connection was severed, the Vanarx crumpled into the chamber, exhausted, its open maw contorted in a voiceless scream. The soldiers surrounding him gazed in disbelief. Some appeared awestruck. Others were filled with dread. The Visser turned with deliberate slowness, his blue visage inscrutable. His tail flicked behind him, scattering droplets of green blood from the controller he had slain. <Fear,> he uttered softly, his voice slicing through the stillness. <Is the bedrock of obedience. Keep that in mind.> No one dared to respond.