Post by mythic77 on Oct 26, 2008 12:48:13 GMT -8
"Fall back" Visser 7 yelled "there's too many of them." He surveyed the room, noting the fact that even though they had only lost 3 Hork-Bajir, nearly 40 of the enemy had been killed. And they didn't care. They just kept coming, like a giant blue-grey tidal wave. He slashed with his arm, creating a bright red line down his opponent’s chest. The native fell back, but two more stepped up to take his place.
The natives were a blue-grey color, had four arms and four legs, and stood close to 8 feet tall. Their legs were spread out from the body, like a spider. This created the image of them looking almost like a walking pillar, until you saw the arms. The arms were spread out like the legs, two to the front and two behind, but they were above the "face". The "face" was a pair of eyes with a hole above them, which was used for hearing. There was another hole on the opposite side of the body, which was used for smell. The mouth was on top of the body, in between the four arms.
They did not have a name for themselves, and they lived in tribes of a few dozen up to a hundred, which by itself should have prevented this catastrophe, but it didn't. They were able to shape metal, but did not have much technology beyond that. The planet had a much lower gravity than any other planet on which sentient life had developed, which explained their size yet relative lack of strength. A human could beat one in hand to hand combat, and they were like prey to the slaughter compared to Hork-Bajir. Or so the Visser had thought.
Now they were revolting, showing a unity that should have been impossible, with a fanaticism that was beyond lunacy. The Visser and his men had been forced to fall back in order to avoid being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
The Visser was the last yeerk to fall back through the doorway that led to the rest of the compound, closing the door as he stepped though. This was the first breather since the attack began, and the Visser immediately started yelling at his subordinate "How did this happen?” A question for which there was no answer. The yeerks were milling in confusion and the Visser saw that they were in shock. He would have to fall back; they had lost to a bunch of primitive natives.
"Everyone back to the bug fighters, we are leaving this rock." The Visser commanded" Sub Vissers 7 and 12 to me, we need to retrieve the rest of the scientists." The sub Vissers walked over, each in a host that was nearly as a big as the Visser's own. "Defend the bug fighters to the end. I leave the defense in Garoff 1373's charge" the Visser commanded, looking at the human who was nearly as big as a Hork-Bajir. The Visser had almost two dozen Hork-Bajir and a score of humans left. All the humans were taken from the top militarizes of their world, and were extremely accurate with their crude weapons. That should have been more than enough troops, except that they were facing thousands upon thousands of crazed maniacs.
As he marched through the halls of the research facility, Visser 7 kept running the events that had led to this fiasco in his head. This entire complex was his, so the problems here should not get him demoted, but he knew he would not be able to make it again any time soon. The entire complex had been designed to help camouflage it and he had made sure nothing more advanced than the human’s weapons was ever out of a heavily shielded underground room, so it should have been impossible to detect. The natives should not have been able to threaten him, would not if they hadn't managed to organize all the tribes in over 100 miles in less than a month. It still didn't seem possible to him, and the only thing he could think of was if the andalites had somehow managed to organize the natives. But that theory didn't work, because he knew an andalite could destroy the entire compound with a single ship if they were to find it.
As he turn around a corner, the Visser was shocked to see eight Hork-Bajir led by a familiar face. "Visser 8, what are you doing here" he demanded “this place is mine"
A smile spread across her hosts body” why do you need to ask that" she more sneered than said, her voice filled with contempt.
Suddenly it dawned on Visser 7, "you caused this" he accused, and which her smile confirmed.
"You really are clueless, aren't you" Visser 8 asked" it was extremely easy to set this up. A few controllers amongst the largest tribe’s leadership allowed me to pull them all together, and your lack of advanced technology allowed me to fly around without risk of detection. Now I have come to personally oversee the last stage of my plan. You can either surrender or die. I would rather you surrender, as your host intrigues me."
Visser 7 was stunned for a second, and then he burst out laughing. "You think you can stop me with a few Hork-Bajir? My tests have been successful, as you see by my host and my lieutenant's” He then sprinted right for the Visser's frail form, only to be blocked by a pair of Hork-Bajir who slashed at him. He ducked under both of their blows, suddenly rising inside of their reach. One went down with a huge gash in his chest, the other lost a leg. The Visser jumped back to his original position before the first Hork-Bajir hit the floor.
Visser 8's eyes widened and she whispers” so fast, so impossibly fast."
Visser 7 demanded" surrender to me and you will live, except for the Visser, she owes me for this base."
The yeerks didn't even have to think it over.
Later the Visser looked down at the planet that should have been his greatest triumph. The loss of the research had hurt him, and he knew that it would take a long time for him to be able to re-create the complex. At least he could get some small revenge, he thought as he turned to face the former Visser 8. He had managed to capture her Blade ship as well as a small fleet of bug fighters, and was looking forward to interrogating her to find out what other troops and material she had. He didn’t think he would be able to keep all of it, but some of it would still help him.
The Visser looked at his orders, and smiled. It was time to head to earth.
The natives were a blue-grey color, had four arms and four legs, and stood close to 8 feet tall. Their legs were spread out from the body, like a spider. This created the image of them looking almost like a walking pillar, until you saw the arms. The arms were spread out like the legs, two to the front and two behind, but they were above the "face". The "face" was a pair of eyes with a hole above them, which was used for hearing. There was another hole on the opposite side of the body, which was used for smell. The mouth was on top of the body, in between the four arms.
They did not have a name for themselves, and they lived in tribes of a few dozen up to a hundred, which by itself should have prevented this catastrophe, but it didn't. They were able to shape metal, but did not have much technology beyond that. The planet had a much lower gravity than any other planet on which sentient life had developed, which explained their size yet relative lack of strength. A human could beat one in hand to hand combat, and they were like prey to the slaughter compared to Hork-Bajir. Or so the Visser had thought.
Now they were revolting, showing a unity that should have been impossible, with a fanaticism that was beyond lunacy. The Visser and his men had been forced to fall back in order to avoid being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
The Visser was the last yeerk to fall back through the doorway that led to the rest of the compound, closing the door as he stepped though. This was the first breather since the attack began, and the Visser immediately started yelling at his subordinate "How did this happen?” A question for which there was no answer. The yeerks were milling in confusion and the Visser saw that they were in shock. He would have to fall back; they had lost to a bunch of primitive natives.
"Everyone back to the bug fighters, we are leaving this rock." The Visser commanded" Sub Vissers 7 and 12 to me, we need to retrieve the rest of the scientists." The sub Vissers walked over, each in a host that was nearly as a big as the Visser's own. "Defend the bug fighters to the end. I leave the defense in Garoff 1373's charge" the Visser commanded, looking at the human who was nearly as big as a Hork-Bajir. The Visser had almost two dozen Hork-Bajir and a score of humans left. All the humans were taken from the top militarizes of their world, and were extremely accurate with their crude weapons. That should have been more than enough troops, except that they were facing thousands upon thousands of crazed maniacs.
As he marched through the halls of the research facility, Visser 7 kept running the events that had led to this fiasco in his head. This entire complex was his, so the problems here should not get him demoted, but he knew he would not be able to make it again any time soon. The entire complex had been designed to help camouflage it and he had made sure nothing more advanced than the human’s weapons was ever out of a heavily shielded underground room, so it should have been impossible to detect. The natives should not have been able to threaten him, would not if they hadn't managed to organize all the tribes in over 100 miles in less than a month. It still didn't seem possible to him, and the only thing he could think of was if the andalites had somehow managed to organize the natives. But that theory didn't work, because he knew an andalite could destroy the entire compound with a single ship if they were to find it.
As he turn around a corner, the Visser was shocked to see eight Hork-Bajir led by a familiar face. "Visser 8, what are you doing here" he demanded “this place is mine"
A smile spread across her hosts body” why do you need to ask that" she more sneered than said, her voice filled with contempt.
Suddenly it dawned on Visser 7, "you caused this" he accused, and which her smile confirmed.
"You really are clueless, aren't you" Visser 8 asked" it was extremely easy to set this up. A few controllers amongst the largest tribe’s leadership allowed me to pull them all together, and your lack of advanced technology allowed me to fly around without risk of detection. Now I have come to personally oversee the last stage of my plan. You can either surrender or die. I would rather you surrender, as your host intrigues me."
Visser 7 was stunned for a second, and then he burst out laughing. "You think you can stop me with a few Hork-Bajir? My tests have been successful, as you see by my host and my lieutenant's” He then sprinted right for the Visser's frail form, only to be blocked by a pair of Hork-Bajir who slashed at him. He ducked under both of their blows, suddenly rising inside of their reach. One went down with a huge gash in his chest, the other lost a leg. The Visser jumped back to his original position before the first Hork-Bajir hit the floor.
Visser 8's eyes widened and she whispers” so fast, so impossibly fast."
Visser 7 demanded" surrender to me and you will live, except for the Visser, she owes me for this base."
The yeerks didn't even have to think it over.
Later the Visser looked down at the planet that should have been his greatest triumph. The loss of the research had hurt him, and he knew that it would take a long time for him to be able to re-create the complex. At least he could get some small revenge, he thought as he turned to face the former Visser 8. He had managed to capture her Blade ship as well as a small fleet of bug fighters, and was looking forward to interrogating her to find out what other troops and material she had. He didn’t think he would be able to keep all of it, but some of it would still help him.
The Visser looked at his orders, and smiled. It was time to head to earth.