A young Irken, about the age we would call, 'the teenage years' stood in front of the control brains. "Is there something wrong oh mighty ones?" He asked with a cock of his head. His Trial wasn't for another hundred years or so.

"No, Membrane." The women-sounding one said quietly, "There is something quite right."

"You have grown quite tall." A low voiced manly one continued. The Irken looked down at his feet, he knew the Control Brains' height and his approximate distance and used it to measure his own height. Approximately six feet 2 inches.

"Huh, I guess I have," He replied. He watched as the long metal tubes of the control brains moved towards his PAK. His mind flashed through every memory since smeethood. From the years he spent underground, when the thoughts of Irkens past were programmed into his mind and he was sent to his first assignment, than when he grew three inches and was told to be a scientist, when he created a food multiplier, he was 'rewarded' by becoming an Invader. He knew some Irkens reveled in Invasion and would cheer with joy upon being told they were good enough to become one. But despite years of training, he never felt that way, but nevertheless, he had a job to do for the mighty Irken Empire. He was sent to more planets, but his general pattern was the same. Build a giant robot, or advanced bomb, threaten the world and if they didn't comply destroy a few cities until they did. Sometimes he would mix it up and solve one of their problems like the time he went to Keetch and since the solved a famines, they were quick to let him take over. He honestly wished he could just go back to just building things.

The control brains muttered something among themselves. The word 'wished' seemed to bother them. Membrane caught a few phrases among the mutters.

"He'll be trouble."

"No doubt."

Membrane just stared at them, waiting for them to finish. The female one cleared her throat.

"It appears to us, Membrane, that you are in fact the tallest Irken currently living."

His eyes widened, "I-I'm what?"

The control brain pointed a sharp metal claw at him, "You are the Tallest. It's quite an honor, we'll reprogra-"

"Great Control Brains," Membrane said, "As," He couldn't help but flinch, "Excited as I am by this new circumstance, and as honored as I am to be the new Tallest…" He bowed, "Can I have a night to think this over?"

The Control Brains shared a look, "What is there to think over? You have become Tallest, the greatest honor an Irken can achieve. The thing most Irkens spend their life dreaming of. Are you ungrateful?"

Membrane knew the control brain had read his PAK. It knew everything he had been thinking since he became five feet tall, they likely knew what he was thinking now. His mind wandered over the word that everyone knew yet was only spoken in hushed, disgusted whispers. Defective. Irken's who were broken. Irkens weren't designed to 'want' anything other than to see their Empire flourish and to serve it in any way that they could. The best way to do this would be to follow orders and become the Tallest. Yet in his mind, there was a voice screaming like a banshee:REAL SCIENCE! He wanted it, craved it, loved it more than life itself. The sound of machines pounding, the sparks that flew in the air as he put fire onto metal to shape it into the next machine he felt like creating, the soft hum of a laser cannon warming up.
"No oh wondrous Control Brains. I just wanted to…" Not able to come up with a good excuse, he ran. With their metal exteriors, the brains were too slow to catch him. He made it outside the room, he looked around, Spittle Runner, Spittle Runner, Spittle Runner, he was panicking so much he couldn't even think.
He looked around for a different ship and luckily found one parked without anyone there to watch it. Almost on instinct, he summoned the robotic, spider-like legs from his pack and began to rewire the Spittle Runner.

It began to make a loud obnoxious beeping sound. That turned everyone in the area's heads toward him. Some Irken guards seemed to immediately realize what was going on and started to run towards him, shock spears in hand. It suddenly shut up as Membrane finished reprogramming it. The top opened and he went inside. Just barely making it before the spears started to hit. He quickly pushed a series of buttons, making the ship fly, he slowly began to increase the ship's speed as he went towards the other Irkens started to realize what was happening and several of them started to shoot. He quickly pushed some buttons and summoned the ship's shield. He knew it wouldn't stay up for long though, not against this much force. He frowned, it would be hard on the ship's engines if he went at Warp speed now, not with so little build up.
He noticed several Irkens enter their own ships, he gave a nervous gulp, increasing speed further, his ship shook as another ship shot at it.
"Computer, pull up a map of the Universe." He said, he flinched as the he heard the sound of another laser cannon blast one more shot and the sheild would be down. Before the cruiser could follow his orders, a red eyed Irken with curly antennae appeared on the screen.

"Membrane, this is a violation of… Almost every law that we have. It is highly advised that you return to Irk immediately."

For a few seconds, he thought about returning home. A series of images flashed in his head. First him returning to the Control Brains and begging for forgiveness, being reprogrammed with all the knowledge of being a Tallest and what he was made to do being put into his mind, the memory of his 'little mistake' being erased from everyone's memories. Years upon years of controlling an empire, talking to people, being a leader. Never again to feel the pleasure of hearing the soft tap of gears moving legs on a tank, never to see one of his creations being put to use.

"No." He said.

The Irken looked at him, confused, "No? You can't say no! Do you know what you're risking you idiotic-" He minimized the video and mutted it, than repeated, "Ship, show me a map of the universe." He repeated, the computer showed a map of the known universe. He looked over the map before typing in a few numbers.

"Sir? That destination is not within the known universe, are you sure-"

"Confirmed, put the coordinates in for my destination. He said. His heart pounded in his chest. He pressed a series of buttons to send the ship into warp drive.

"If you say so." The ship replied, and off they went, barely missing another shot. Just a ship and an unusually tall Irken off into the unknown.

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