Purple Mountains Majesty
By: Nne, the insane fic writer from the stars
*Looks around* Hey...there are still people who read my fics! Thank you thank you thank you! Angsty fic about the Tallest...sorry, Purple!! Pur: I'm sure... Nne: What? ...Yes, you can flame me...*sniff*...an' you can R\R! So please tell me what you think!
Chapter One: Land
The distant sun shot warm waves of rippling light sprawling against the infinite blackness of space, penetrating the shadows and illuminating the scattered spheres of rock and ice. Drifting among them, surrounded by thousands of smaller crafts, the Irken Massive soared into view of the stars, bobbing gently on invisible currents as the huge ship rocketed towards a large, greenish-blue planet slightly "below" the grand Armada. White ribbons of wind and rock spilled off of the Massive's pods, slowly disappearing as the Massive left them behind.
Inside the ship's control room, a team of specially trained Irkens sat at the innumerable monitors, operating the Massive's defense and steering mechanisms. On a raised platform in the middle of the room, the two leaders of the Irkens, Almighty Tallests Red and Purple, stood facing the room- length window in front of them, viewing the sight of their home planet, Irk, slowly rolling into view. The two were exactly alike in stature, but the two had completely different personalities. Red had an outgoing nature, and was never afraid to show that he disapproved of something, while Purple was a mildly withdrawn deciphering master.
Red was staring out of the window with deep claret eyes, sucking a cherry slushie and scratching the base of his antennae. "What is that, a moon or a delivery dude from Foodcourtia?" he asked Purple nonchalantly, elbowing his partner in the stomach, "It looks unfamiliar."
Purple glared at Red with his dark plum eyes. "Stupid, that's a moon."
Red raised an invisible eyebrow at Purple, still sucking loudly on the twisty straw. "I never noticed it before." Purple sighed, crossing his arms over his chest armor. "That's because you never bothered to care. Why you're asking me is not for information, but for a nervous relief. Probably about the meeting with the Planet Jackers and the Demoralized Blobs..."
Red lowered the paper cup. "Maybe..."
Purple yawned, scratching the inside corner of his eye. "You know I'm right."
A small jolt in the Massive's flight silenced the Tallests. A small Irken, heavily clad in black body armor, ran up behind them and saluted formally. "We have just entered the planet Irk's gravitational pull. If you will please assume landing positions, we can begin reentry."
Red snorted and waved him away. "I'm Red, small person. I think I can take a little bumping."
The Irken nodded stiffly, then ran down the steps and headed towards the release bay. Purple watched him go, then grabbed on to a rail with his two thin fingers. "I'm going to have a lot of fun watching you fall..."
Red drew himself up defiantly. "What makes you think that the reentry will be bumpy?"
Purple grinned. "The wind season on Irk has just begun."
Red rolled his eyes, then followed Purple's example and held onto the metal rail as the gargantuan ship glided into reentry position. A small "nosecap" of flame appeared on the upper cone of the ship, then gradually grew larger as the Massive descended. The minor vibrations grew denser as they ran into an upper gust current, jolting the ship to the side. The rest of the Armada waited patiently outside of Irk's gravitational pull. When the Massive was docked, then they would come home.
Purple looked around at the tremor-wracked room and tried not to laugh as the movement aggrivated his throat. Glancing over at Red, he noticed that his partner had the same problem. "Feels different, doesn't it?"
Red simply nodded and looked out of the window, trying to see where the docking base was. Not seeing it, he looked at Purple. "Where the hell are they landing us?"
Purple shrugged.
Red groaned and let go of the rail. Throwing himself down the steps of the platform, he made his way over to the piloting section of the control room. A tiny Irken, not more than three feet, was wrestling with the controls, trying to steer the ship back on course.
"What are you doing?"
The little female started and halfway turned around. Seeing Red standing behind her, she immediately began to sweat. "I can't get the Massive back on course, sir. We ran into the wind currents..."
"I can see that," he snapped, gently pushing her out of the way and taking the control stick. "So that's why I'm going to help."
"Left!" Purple gleefully called from above. "No...waitaminnit...right!"
Red jerked the stick to the side so hard that the whole ship spun onto its side. The female Irken squeaked as she was thrown off of her feet and into the adjacent wall. Red lost his footing and fell halfway.
Purple was laughing his head off as he cried out the next command. "Its up!!"
Red raised an invisible eyebrow. "Up?"
"The meeting is being held on the raised landing port."
"Ah."
The occupants of the Massive nervously started looking around as the Massive lurched upward, believing that the young pilot controlling the ship was drunk or dead. The engines groaned, spurting white fire as the pressure began to increase. The Engine Room Operators sent transmissions up to the Control Room to see what was going on, but all they got was a quick message. "Gotta get to the meeting."
Red rolled the control stick around once, sending the Massive into a quick spin. Pressing a triangular-shaped button, he threw his hands into the air and cried out, "All hail me!! I remembered how to land this thing!"
The Massive was floating on its side above the docking bay.
*Looks around* Hey...there are still people who read my fics! Thank you thank you thank you! Angsty fic about the Tallest...sorry, Purple!! Pur: I'm sure... Nne: What? ...Yes, you can flame me...*sniff*...an' you can R\R! So please tell me what you think!
Chapter One: Land
The distant sun shot warm waves of rippling light sprawling against the infinite blackness of space, penetrating the shadows and illuminating the scattered spheres of rock and ice. Drifting among them, surrounded by thousands of smaller crafts, the Irken Massive soared into view of the stars, bobbing gently on invisible currents as the huge ship rocketed towards a large, greenish-blue planet slightly "below" the grand Armada. White ribbons of wind and rock spilled off of the Massive's pods, slowly disappearing as the Massive left them behind.
Inside the ship's control room, a team of specially trained Irkens sat at the innumerable monitors, operating the Massive's defense and steering mechanisms. On a raised platform in the middle of the room, the two leaders of the Irkens, Almighty Tallests Red and Purple, stood facing the room- length window in front of them, viewing the sight of their home planet, Irk, slowly rolling into view. The two were exactly alike in stature, but the two had completely different personalities. Red had an outgoing nature, and was never afraid to show that he disapproved of something, while Purple was a mildly withdrawn deciphering master.
Red was staring out of the window with deep claret eyes, sucking a cherry slushie and scratching the base of his antennae. "What is that, a moon or a delivery dude from Foodcourtia?" he asked Purple nonchalantly, elbowing his partner in the stomach, "It looks unfamiliar."
Purple glared at Red with his dark plum eyes. "Stupid, that's a moon."
Red raised an invisible eyebrow at Purple, still sucking loudly on the twisty straw. "I never noticed it before." Purple sighed, crossing his arms over his chest armor. "That's because you never bothered to care. Why you're asking me is not for information, but for a nervous relief. Probably about the meeting with the Planet Jackers and the Demoralized Blobs..."
Red lowered the paper cup. "Maybe..."
Purple yawned, scratching the inside corner of his eye. "You know I'm right."
A small jolt in the Massive's flight silenced the Tallests. A small Irken, heavily clad in black body armor, ran up behind them and saluted formally. "We have just entered the planet Irk's gravitational pull. If you will please assume landing positions, we can begin reentry."
Red snorted and waved him away. "I'm Red, small person. I think I can take a little bumping."
The Irken nodded stiffly, then ran down the steps and headed towards the release bay. Purple watched him go, then grabbed on to a rail with his two thin fingers. "I'm going to have a lot of fun watching you fall..."
Red drew himself up defiantly. "What makes you think that the reentry will be bumpy?"
Purple grinned. "The wind season on Irk has just begun."
Red rolled his eyes, then followed Purple's example and held onto the metal rail as the gargantuan ship glided into reentry position. A small "nosecap" of flame appeared on the upper cone of the ship, then gradually grew larger as the Massive descended. The minor vibrations grew denser as they ran into an upper gust current, jolting the ship to the side. The rest of the Armada waited patiently outside of Irk's gravitational pull. When the Massive was docked, then they would come home.
Purple looked around at the tremor-wracked room and tried not to laugh as the movement aggrivated his throat. Glancing over at Red, he noticed that his partner had the same problem. "Feels different, doesn't it?"
Red simply nodded and looked out of the window, trying to see where the docking base was. Not seeing it, he looked at Purple. "Where the hell are they landing us?"
Purple shrugged.
Red groaned and let go of the rail. Throwing himself down the steps of the platform, he made his way over to the piloting section of the control room. A tiny Irken, not more than three feet, was wrestling with the controls, trying to steer the ship back on course.
"What are you doing?"
The little female started and halfway turned around. Seeing Red standing behind her, she immediately began to sweat. "I can't get the Massive back on course, sir. We ran into the wind currents..."
"I can see that," he snapped, gently pushing her out of the way and taking the control stick. "So that's why I'm going to help."
"Left!" Purple gleefully called from above. "No...waitaminnit...right!"
Red jerked the stick to the side so hard that the whole ship spun onto its side. The female Irken squeaked as she was thrown off of her feet and into the adjacent wall. Red lost his footing and fell halfway.
Purple was laughing his head off as he cried out the next command. "Its up!!"
Red raised an invisible eyebrow. "Up?"
"The meeting is being held on the raised landing port."
"Ah."
The occupants of the Massive nervously started looking around as the Massive lurched upward, believing that the young pilot controlling the ship was drunk or dead. The engines groaned, spurting white fire as the pressure began to increase. The Engine Room Operators sent transmissions up to the Control Room to see what was going on, but all they got was a quick message. "Gotta get to the meeting."
Red rolled the control stick around once, sending the Massive into a quick spin. Pressing a triangular-shaped button, he threw his hands into the air and cried out, "All hail me!! I remembered how to land this thing!"
The Massive was floating on its side above the docking bay.