Marco Reyes / Sidin 445

Marco Reyes / Sidin 445

Male / Male

Human / Yeerk

32 / Older-Age

Yeerk Peace Movement

Marco Reyes

Whoever decided that he was supposed to be the responsible one was an idiot.

Apt enough, he guessed, since his remaining idiot friends - teenagers with a death wish as he'd jokingly stated several years before - had been the ones to vote him into the position. And, like an idiot, he'd taken it.

Now he commands nothing. Well, he doesn't anyway.

Sidin, on the other hand, is the second-in-command of the Asri Ful Pool. Ironically the very same Yeerk Pool they'd busted their way into several times over the years and done a heck of a lot of damage to.

The irony gods really were having a ball with him on that one.

He'd been furious about it once, about having a Yeerk in his head, cold and silent in the wake of Sidin's calm attempts at conversation. Didn't believe him when he said he was a part of the Yeerk Peace Movement, figured it was a trap or something to confirm it's existence inside the Empire (since it was more rumor than anything).

Then they'd met up with Mr. Tidwell and Illim (who he actually did sort of trust) confirmed Sidin was one of the first who'd joined the Movement. They had been wary of him then too, since he was well respected by many.

After that, Marco started talking.

If he could do something still to help his friends, even with a Yeerk in his head, to keep them alive and free, he'd do it.

Asri Ful Second-in-Command, Chief Technician Sidin 445

The name Sidin holds respect amongst some of the Yeerks, especially those who escaped the homeworld and out into space. It was a Sidin (521, a generation after his own) who made the first move against the Andalites. Who struck the first "blow".

If he had a throat in his natural form, the respect it garnered for his name would make him choke.

He is old enough to remember the homeworld, unlike so many of his current compatriots who are Earthborn. To remember first touching the mind of a Gedd and looking around and seeing their world for the first time. It had been beautiful, that first vision of the planet through the eyes of his first host. He remembers it, keeps it close, and wonders if he will ever see his homeworld again. If he will ever again see the light of their sun and not the copies they require to survive now shining down on a sea of silvery pools.

Sidin had never wanted to go to war.

No, he had been merely there through convenient circumstances. He had taken a shine to the technology the Andalites offered in those days and had been learning/working along side one of their technicians (as much as a Gedd host could) when everything had gone wrong. They, his fellows, had swarmed the ship they'd been near and the Andalite - Golis-Iehman-Chaeniel had been his name, he had sworn to never forget it - had died. Sidin had watched the life leave his eyes, had seen the betrayal in them, had heard the last whisper of the Andalite saying his name in his head in broken confusion, before a Gedd's hand had found his arm and dragged him away from the corpse.

He was no fighter but he knew technology. Knew how to fix systems and draw as much as he could out of the Kandronas. It was useful, calming work. Needed work for their survival since he was here, even against his own will. He refused to curl up and die, even if he didn't agree with the goals of his fellows.

No, Sidin remembered Golis' final, broken thoughtspeak of his name and waited.

Someone made him the Chief Technician for Sekol Kon, responsible for the whole of the technical side of the Pool Ship. He had laughed at the title, the sound harsh in the throat of the Hork-Bajir he'd been practically forced to take as a host because a Gedd wasn't worthy of his rank. Rirk Chulla had fought him at first but had eventually become friendly with him when Sidin had managed to convince him that he just was as reluctant about their situation. It brought him awe that he had "broken" one of the beasts so easily from some and yet, all he had done was be kind.

A concept lost on many of his fellows unfortunately.

When the invasion of Earth began, Visser Three brought him personally to the planet and placed him as second-in-command of the first Pool on the planet. Visser Sixteen Strach 792 had command of the newly dubbed Asri Ful and let him basically have free reign to do whatever he wanted since he was the technical side of command and Strach was the military. Sidin had merely smiled, nodding, and he had begun his work, putting long held plans into place.

He began gathering those he'd met throughout the years, technicians and those like him, who were the backbone keeping the Empire working. And who also did not agree with its goals. He had been surprised when one of his tech's, the young Sidin 1431 of his own line, came to him with word that he'd been approached by another Yeerk, Illim 594. A Yeerk who spoke of something called the Yeerk Peace Movement.

He and his people bolstered the new ranks of the movement. It had taken time for them to believe him; to believe that a Sidin wanted peace as well as that someone of his rank would seek to break the Empire that had brought him power. They had believed though.

And then the day came that he made a choice he never thought he would make.

He had willingly taken a host without permission and without someone forcing his hand.

Sidin had been the highest ranked Yeerk in Asri Ful when the attack of the remnants of the Animorphs had been ousted. He was no Sub-Visser or Visser and still held naught but the rank of Chief Technician but he was second-in-command of the Pool itself. Without Visser Sixteen in residence, he was word of law in Asri Ful. He could - and had - commanded Vissers and Sub-Vissers to stand down.

That day, he did just that. And he looked into the eyes of the boy who had been dragged into his Pool as a prisoner - a child in human terms, not even a half-grown adult - and saw fight. Even in the face of capture and the certainty of infestation, the boy had the will to keep going. Sidin knew of Sub-Visser Twenty-Two, the vicious Yeerk who had been gifted the first captured Animorph, and had already heard rumors of the destruction he had wrecked using the body of the boy.

And he knew he could not allow that to happen a second time.

Using his rank to fend off the others and Rirk's strength, he had knocked the boy unconscious. Taken him. Used him. And, dare he admit it honestly, saved him. Though even that last did not make the guilt go away that he had done a thing he had sworn to never do again.

Marco had been even harder to convince of his honesty than the Peace Movement had been. Yet, he had managed it, had managed to convince him that what he wanted was not the success of the Empire that others perceived of him.

He had let the boy in. Let him see.

Since that day they had been in agreement.

They would tear down the Empire from the inside out.

Former Hosts
  • Guri (Gedd)
  • Rirk Chulla (Hork-Bajir)

  • Silverback Gorilla
  • Osprey
  • Wolf
  • Trout
  • Dolphin
  • Seagull
  • Lobster
  • Ant
  • Fly
  • Cockroach
  • Mouse
  • Termite
  • Great Horned Owl
  • Striped Skunk
  • Irish Setter
  • Wolf Spider
  • Bat
  • Llama
  • Racehorse
  • Parrot
  • Hammerhead Shark
  • Mole
  • Mosquito
  • Leeran
  • Cobra Snake
  • Flea
  • Rhinoceros
  • Anteater
  • Baby Seal
  • Polar Bear
  • Giant Squid
  • Chimpanzee
  • Eel
  • Human (Mr. Grant)
  • Mountain Goat
  • Hork-Bajir
  • Honeybee
  • Racoon
  • Weasel
  • Raven
  • Gecko

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