Heinrich Wilhelm
The young Cassie girl fell, then I felt it, a psychic broadcast. Very powerful, very loud.
"What just happened!?" Marco asked, Jake just stared at me, he thought I had something to do with her current state.
"I didn't do this to her, no reason to, another did it, a broadcast of considerable strength, of what you call, thoughtspeak" They should ease their fears about my loyalties I hoped. The girl stirred, woke up and rose from the ground.
"I thinkā¦I think there is another Andalite and he's in trouble" she said, very confused as to what was happening, the effects of the blast appearing to be nothing more than mildly disorientating at this point. I found this information to be interesting, but ultimately inconsequential, I had more important things to do.
"Inquisitor we'll handle the Andalite, it may have information or something that could help the effort" Jake offered, I nodded in response, this seemed to be more their forte in any case. Me and the rest of my retinue had an appointment with the Yeerk pool under the school, it was "time for us to feed" I stifled the urge to grin.
"That sounds acceptable, contact me when you need me" I told him. With that we parted ways I headed toward the pool, we were going in, I wanted to research how this filthy species fed and lived while they were away from there hosts.
We waited for night, and strode into the Yeerk pool through the entrance I gleaned from the Yeerk I killed back in the woods, we walked in full battle regalia, armed to the teeth, this was going to be our only foray into the Yeerk pool masquerading as those damned aliens. That wave of human suffering struck my senses long before I was able to hear there piteous cries for salvation. They would find salvation, but not now, not yet. They must suffer a bit more until the threat could be properly assessed and destroyed.
The entrance slid open and we descended a large flight of stairs cut into the stone. I could hear the screams rising up, louder and louder. I looked around at my compatriots, who appeared as though nothing was wrong, though I could feel the dread emanating from their minds. I observed the proper ritual for feeding and approached a pier, the psykers of the group cast illusions of a grey slug falling from our ears and us dressed in normal civilian clothing so as to go without suspicion. We all made a show of being suitably terrified, though we felt no fear, only uneasiness and absolute hatred of these misbegotten abominations. Large xenos, Hork-Bajir if remember correctly, stood guard and patrolled the perimeters, ever vigilant for the "Andalite Bandits" which were actually the children and my retinue.
I scanned the thoughts of all who appeared important, I found names, I found targets, addresses, phone numbers, occupations. In the coming weeks there will be a cleansing throughout this area. High ranking officials will be dead, I will personally see to it. Then I felt it, a wave of anger and hatred akin to a khornate berserker than a rational mind. The Visser himself made an appearance to the Yeerk pool this evening, bellowing at his subordinates for there incompetence, among other things. They looked absolutely horrified at the alien monstrosity.
This was an opportunity that I would not pass up, we had the element of surprise and the ability to simply fall back into the crowd, we would strike and retreat, beheading the Yeerk push on the planet.
With a simple flick of my mind I shattered the locks holding our doors closed and we walked out, calmly and with purpose. I took aim with my plasma pistol, the Visser saw me with one of his stalk eyes, the damned things made it hard to sneak up on him and I could only divert the attention of so many eyes at once.
TREACHERY, He bellowed with rage and ducked and ran as I fired catching man he was yelling at in the head, burning the entirety of it off, leaving only the cauterized stump of his neck. Damn, I thought to myself.
"Form up! We're going to do as much damage as we can and blast our way out! Shoot anyone not in those cages! Is this clear?" I ordered, yelling above the din.
"Sir!" my retinue called back in unison. Now we would test the mettle of these xenos.
I turned and blasted a Hork-Bajir and put a whole through its chest twice the size of my fist. It gurgled uselessly and slumped to the ground.
My team and I set up a defense around the cages, using the voluntary humans, those who had defected to Yeerks willingly, and various storage boxes as cover.
Bright beams of energy began to fire from the controllers, from small weapons that appeared to be similar to a handgun. A beam grazed my shoulder singing my longcoat worn over my carapace armour. I cursed and shot another Hork-Bajir, severing a leg, it fell to the ground and writhed in agony, before what I assume to be shock setting in. Alise snapped off shots with her lasgun sending human controllers sprawling, all with smoking holes in their heads. Frederick simply fired his combat shotgun into the mass of panicking controllers, killing as many as possible. We were caught in this firefight for about ten minutes when a few Hork-Bajir organized and flanked us, falling into a melee struggle with those blades that covered their bodies.
"For the Emperor!" I bellowed as loudly as I could muster. I extended one hand and closed it into a fist crushing the trachea of an alien who thought to attack me, I moved on delivering psychic death to all that opposed me and my holy work. Vera roared as she released a torrent of psionic fire into the two xenos bearing down on her, she laughed at their cries of agony. Good girl.
Though through all of that it seemed Frederick was inspiring the most fear. He had slung his shotgun and revved his chainsword, roaring his praise to his Emperor and charging like a man possessed into the attacking controllers, messily goring them and decapitating in increasingly visceral ways. Isaac nimbly weaved through the crowd with a short sword, slashing throats and stabbing eyes.
Then a monster the likes of which I had never seen came bounding forth like a daemon from the warp. It looked vaguely like a carnifex of the damnable Tyranid race, everything about screamed overkill, and I knew that I simply could not stop it in the middle of a melee.
I don't know who you are, scum, but you will die here and now, the beast thought spoke. I recognized the mind that inhabited that body, it was Visser Three.
"Fall back!" I ordered, and with some effort I snapped every lock on all the cages that I could see. Hundreds of frantic hosts screamed and stampeded throughout the pool and in that confusion we retreated, using our powers to avoid attention, though we had to act quickly. As we charged up the stairs toward freedom I could hear the fury of the Visser as screamed and roared and cursed at us. It seems he is not used to having his malefactors escape him. And we made it into the fresh air, though not of any tactical value, that little skirmish was good for team morale, they needed to see these monsters bleed, I wanted the Yeerks to feel a little bit of the pain they bring to humanity, blessed be. We avoided the search patrols rather easily and made it to our safe house, laughing and joking the entire time, even Frederick was jovial. Now to wait on Jake and his guerillas, I was curious about the Andalite distress call.
Patience Heinrich, I told myself
Have patience.