Alloran pulls his tail in to curl tight over his body and walks on stiff legs. He leans in, careless of intersecting with the medic on the way. They are not tangible to each other. He isn't really here.
He watches in hard-eyed silence, expressionless, sparing one stalk eye for the disinterested medic. There are a lot of things he doesn't know about brains, particularly human ones. They are complex systems that interlock in many different ways, much moreso than the computers they are so often compared to. He can admit that there is a lot of skill in the operation. The Yeerks are more clumsy about their attempts in this direction, and incorporate more chemicals.
And his own people? The Andalites would just kill someone. Maybe take their DNA first. Probably kill everyone around them, too. If virtually any other of his people saw this, Alloran knows, they would want the human species exterminated, regardless of context. Humans are Andalites and Yeerks to each other, and Hork-Bajir to each other too.
He flinches at the appearance of this other person - is that the lieutenant from before? it's the same sort of skin and hair and clothing, but if that last is a uniform that doesn't mean much - since he hadn't been watching out, and draws back. The Andalite's voice is very quiet, his hands and tail very still.
no subject
He watches in hard-eyed silence, expressionless, sparing one stalk eye for the disinterested medic. There are a lot of things he doesn't know about brains, particularly human ones. They are complex systems that interlock in many different ways, much moreso than the computers they are so often compared to. He can admit that there is a lot of skill in the operation. The Yeerks are more clumsy about their attempts in this direction, and incorporate more chemicals.
And his own people? The Andalites would just kill someone. Maybe take their DNA first. Probably kill everyone around them, too. If virtually any other of his people saw this, Alloran knows, they would want the human species exterminated, regardless of context. Humans are Andalites and Yeerks to each other, and Hork-Bajir to each other too.
He flinches at the appearance of this other person - is that the lieutenant from before? it's the same sort of skin and hair and clothing, but if that last is a uniform that doesn't mean much - since he hadn't been watching out, and draws back. The Andalite's voice is very quiet, his hands and tail very still.
<This is evil.>