No, but when they win, you'll agree that they're in the right?

Meaningless terminology. If they break my ability to fight them they will find, predictably, that I no longer fight them. If for some reason they happen to care whether I hate them in the way that I did not care if Hork-Bajir hated me, they will find, predictably, that I will have no affection for the destruction of my way of life or those who brought it.

Are you planning to rescue other Yeerks?

Not content to wait and see?

He doesn't know how soon they'll realize what's going on and fork him, so the more information he has the sooner, the better he'll be able to help them when they do. The good news is that by returning to its own world the Yeerk has cut itself off from most of the ways to wreak really disastrous havoc -

- he should stop thinking about this -

- can I sing while you work?

No. The Yeerk gets a computer running again, goes into host records, starts marking huge numbers of hosts deceased as of months ago in this or that disaster.

Which won't do anything, they can conjure from any point in time they please - and why even bother - is he going to try to steal those back -

- he really needs to stop thinking about this -

- he wonders what the prime factorization of 342trillion and one is.

It's not divisible by three, it's not divisible by five -

Well, they can conjure from any point, but will they bother panning back in time?

When he's finished foxing the records he nips off to Vanda Nossëo's stash of eidetic necklaces, grabs a spare for Yomenië.

HELLO SOMEBODY IN VANDA NOSSËO PLEASE BE LISTENING TO RANDOM BROADCAST THOUGHTS - it's a big city, there's got to be someone

It doesn't take that long to grab a necklace. Or a handful of them, even. In, out.

They would've put the Hork-Bajir on one of the breeding colony planets, probably. This one? No. That one? Yep. They're just milling around. He's got Elf eyes and can pick out all the ones he wants, obediently sitting off out of Hork-Bajir eyeshot of the rest of them, no one will notice them vanishing.

He gives Yomenië a necklace and relays her the teleport spell. Hork-Bajir, alas, can't hear chip osanwë.

It's divisible by seven and a hundred seven and not anything he tries for the next while. 

(Once they know to look for him he can't go within a step of Edda, that's good, means he can't get a worldleaper and without a worldleaper he can't go anywhere they won't find him pretty quickly -)

And once Yomenië's Yeerk has the teleport, she gets to work on some things with the Hork-Bajir.

And Ehtelion and his yet-unintroduced Yeerk hop to -

- Shadow.

He has been informed of exactly nothing of these proceedings, and is working on roads for a new city in the south.

The Yeerk finds the nearest official-looking person. It is urgent that he speak with the King; it is time-sensitive; he believes they have common cause; where may he be found?

He is escorted at once to the King's audience chambers. The King is sitting there. "Nelyafinwë Maitimo, King of Endorë" he says.

"Issiak 677, Visser Two," replies the Yeerk. "The short version: the 'peal' attempted to neutralize my species. I do not mean to be neutralized. I believe you have a comparable complaint and that we have resources of interest to one another. They do not yet know that I have survived but it would be ideal to have the rest of this conversation away from their worlds of particularly concentrated power."

"You have a teleport?"

"Yes."

"If," he tells his guards, "I'm not back here in two hours and willing to swear that I have been your King for the last four hundred years and that nothing has altered my motives, judgment, or ability to act on them, go notify every offworlder you can. Make sure at least three hundred people, not wholly predictable to me, know these are your current standing orders." And to the Yeerk, "Let's go."

(Ehtelion tries to work the teleportation himself and can't - didn't they say it worked for Elspeth - but then she was indestructible and had let the Yeerk in on purpose, and was a half-vampire with native magic -)

And here they are in an office on the manufacturing colony. "They will be able to find this place, but they can find anywhere until we manage to locate an uncharted world and in the meantime it has some useful properties. I am a Yeerk; I don't know how thoroughly they keep you in the dark?"

"The word does not mean anything to me."

"Yeerks are a species of aquatic invertebrates capable of taking most sapient creatures," he gestures at Ehtelion, "as hosts, and assuming all of their capabilities, many remaining persistently even outside of the host. The peal elected to intervene in our bid for control of the galaxy, but overgeneralized some of our weaknesses and left an opening, such that I and one of my subordinates now occupy two 'Space' Elves and have some information they did not intend to risk."

"I see. Congratulations."

"Two Elf hosts, the teleport, and the tiniest fraction of the Empire's technological base will not keep me ahead of them for long. And I am aware that you have not made much headway either. But it seems likely that we can productively collaborate."