"Very well."

"You're going to have to lead the way to your ship and then to Revelation, I've never been."

So Issiak herds all the Hork-Bajir onto a ship and gets the pools transferred into tanks and loaded up and then hops them all the way to Revelation and then in a random direction a long ways away.

"All right. How do we do this?"

Issiak draws out most of a circle. He has to do it in tape - Yeerks keep fairly paperless work spaces - but eventually it's done except a little gap. He hands Maitimo the roll of tape.

He completes the circle.

Presently: a demon! She's got wings and twisty horns and some scales on the backs of her hands and fangs. "Ooh, Elves!" she says. "I heard Elves let you talk! This is great! Hi! What can I do for you?"

"Hi! We want to find a new planet to live on, and would like a demon to help us remotely search for habitable ones." Every person in this room except me has a slug-like thing in their heads. They aren't intelligent individually - you can make them - but when in someone's brain they can control that person. I would like you to make one in my head, right now, without indicating that you're doing that to anyone in the room; please quickly name a payment, I can hear you if you think back at me.

...I want to see Blackberry Picnic perform live.

Deal.

Slug thing coming up -

He feels the oath snap. Don't mind about the slug thing, he says, and teleports every eidetic memory necklace in the ship into his hand - he'd looked where they were - 

But I already did it.

Issiak twitches - Yomenië reaches for a Dracon beam - a Hork-Bajir raises a clawed arm -

Now they're all outside the ship in vacuum. He might have been able to teleport the Yeerks into the pool in time but he might have gotten shot first, he doesn't know how much finesse this thing has. 

"Whoa," says the demon.

His leg jerks against his will. Ugh. That Yeerk will be in vacuum too. 

"Okay," he says. "Where's that band touring?"

"They're in London tonight what did you do."

"I have a teleport. I sent them all elsewhere. We're actually a couple hundred lightyears from Earth, but we can be in London in a second. The teleport's new, secret Elf tech. Sorry to scare you with it but that was something of a hostage situation - do you want to make a model of London with people, so I can find a place we can pop in without scaring anyone?"

"Uh, there's not room for a model of London big enough to see people in here. Well, big enough for me to see people? Maybe you could see them?" She makes a small London.

He can see people.

Now they're in London. He starts reading minds for anyone thinking about the Blackberry Picnic performance.

Apparently it starts in eight hours in that theater over there. The demon bounces happily on her toes, humming one of their songs.

Are there any tickets left?

They are sold out. There are scalpers though.

Are there scalpers who will accept payment in "hi, this is a demon who'd like to see the show, want a new computer?"

Well, none of them are thinking about that especially, but it is not implausible.