So I've been meaning to do this for a while now, and wrote this chapter before school ended. That was in June. It is now October, and I've been back in school for a month. So much for getting anything done over break. Anyways, I've decided I've put this off for too long. This is not complete, nor will it be for quite some time. Meanwhile, I would greatly appreciate any feedback, positive or negative, especially since I haven't heard from my beta for several months now... I do not own Invader Zim or Portal; the latter will come in in the next chapter.
Standing there before her was the tiny Irken who had caused so much damage from the minute he was activated, a look of pure adoration on his upturned face. While Zim had officially been labeled a Defect by the Control Brains, the blue-eyed Tallest had pulled some strings to protect him from deactivation - all without the public knowing, of course. Miyuki realized how dangerous he could be, which was why he was here: to aid in taking down the Irken Empire.
Not that being Tallest didn't have its perks, but lately the Control Brains had been putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure on her to crush, kill, and destroy the dozens of races currently not under the Empire's rule, including those she had spent her reign as Almighty Tallest secretly working to liberate. The Control Brains had been using the Tallests as their meat-puppets behind which to run Irken society for 2,000 years, keeping the Empire in a constant state of war and genocide. Something had to change.
Which brings us back to Zim. He was obviously capable of immense destruction, so if she could plant the idea of creating something powerful enough to drain the Brains of their energy, he'd do it. The Empire could be put back into her own hands. For the good of the people of Irk and the universe.
"My Tallest! Zim is HONORED to be in your presence! What can the great and loyal ZIM do for Tallest Miyuki today?!" Oh, yes. He would be perfect.
Time slowed to a crawl as Zim's Infinite Energy Absorbing Blob Thingy advanced towards Miyuki. She would have to think quickly in order to stop the blob from devouring the entire crowd in one gulp; it seemed Zim had been even more successful in building this destructive creature than she had anticipated. Something told her she should have expected this of Zim; he was, after all, the most defective Irken alive. Perhaps her desire to take out the Control Brains had made her overlook his capacity for blowing up everything he touched. Well, it was too late now. The blob was inching nearer by the nanosecond. She had to choose quickly. Stand back and let the thing eat everyone else, as her instinct and years of training begged, or sacrifice herself for the sake of those around her, as would any good ruler?
The answer would have been obvious but for one problem: if she were killed right now, who would become Tallest? Spork. The guy who'd been trying to kill her for the past 300 years. All he wanted was power; there was no way he'd rule the empire justly. And the Third-Tallests Red and Purple weren't much better, although at least they hadn't made any attempts on her life. So it was either live and let her people rescue her, at a high cost in Irken and Vortian lives alike, or die and save them only for the universe to fall into the hands of the irresponsible Spork or lazy twins.
Miyuki inhaled deeply and rubbed her hands where her thumbs had once been, a habit she developed shortly after they were chopped off in a dated ritual the Brains insisted on keeping despite how obviously ridiculous it was. Why did it matter whether or not the Tallest could rule an empire without thumbs? No, she was getting off track. What mattered now was what to do about the blob. Closing her bright blue eyes, she made her decision.
Inhaling a second time, she shrieked and ran away from the crowd of scientists. Predictably, the Infinite Energy Absorbing Blob Thingy followed and Miyuki continued to scream to draw it further away, hearing the horrified murmurs of the scientists and Zim's oblivious babbling about how great he was as if from underwater. She felt her PAK heat up as she redirected its backup battery and used the extra burst of energy to put as much distance between herself and the Irkens and Vortians as possible. When the PAK informed her that it was in need of a recharge, (as if she had time for that now,) she sent out a single heavily-encrypted message to anyone who happened to hear and decode it before turning around and facing the blob just in time to blink as it swallowed her. Her last thought: This plan has really backfired...