Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"But you have embarrassing social problems. Uh, daeva pass. So do the humans from my Earth depending on what you mean by infirmity exactly, they still, like, age."
<Andalites do too, they just try very hard not to make this very visible to outsiders. In that case I think one of the civilizations that Andalites will be impressed with would probably succeed at making diplomatic contact and allying against the Yeerks and then asking for me in particular if they wanted.>
"Inconveniently we don't yet have it confirmed that any of those is close enough to reach. We were going to check where I was from but it doesn't have a government. I suppose the chip Elf Maitmos are government representatives."
<Well, I am intrigued by the idea of not living out the rest of my life in prison but will not be distressed by another week. Especially if you have the telepathy set up so I can talk to people.>
"I think this is the only telepathy crystal ball handy so we need it to talk to anyone else we're reaching in another dimension but I don't envision that normally taking most of the day."
"Of course. It'll tend to be fewer of us at a time since only the magic Elves are able to bounce to everyone and they might be busy, but better than nothing."
<It sounds lovely. Though, to be clear, I'm doing fine. How's the Imperatrix, what's happening on Earth?>
<I am curious about their war production and about morph licensing and about Malawi. And about Bella.>
<They agreed to test lots of programs there. Some involving Andalite tech, some perfectly possible from Earth's technology level with more resources than anyone'd previously been positioned to spend in Malawi.>