Alloran's Log

Alloran's Log Ship's log, Andalar

I am Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, once a great war-prince, now I am thought of as the Abomination, Visser Three.
Few know the truth.
I am no longer under Yeerk control, thanks to a brave young Andalite warrior named Jazzimili-Jewel-Isthill.
Jazzimili is a war-princess, the first in Andalite history, I am not quite sure why she was allowed into military ranks but I won't dispute the matter since it is to her that I owe my freedom.
I have not yet returned to the home world since there is still much for me to do, I am traveling with Jazzimili at the moment while she searches for a Dome ship to leave me on.
Her quest for revenge against the Yeerks will continue without my help.
Her older brother, Strandor-Sirinial-Shamtul who is traveling with us is a respected war-prince and seeks the end of the Council of Thirteen.
Though I am free of Visser Three he is not dead, he has managed to take another Andalite host, Terrin-Lirem-Seerow, descendant of the Andalite that started the Yeerk-Andalite war in the first place.
Terrin is barely a war-prince so I suppose Visser Three only took that disgrace for a host because it was all he could get, Jazzimili seems to have had a...relationship with Terrin.
Naturally I'm disgusted but there is not much to say in the matter considering they don't respect me and listen to me like they should.
No respect, the young have for their elders these days.
I will be glad when I can once again feel the grass beneath my hooves and the wind across my fur, away from these hypocritical youths that are my temporary traveling companions.
And so ends my log.

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