This is sorta like my story "BEFORE", but different and hopefully better written.
This story takes place about 100 years into Impending Doom 2. The Irkens have been concurred by a different race: Humans. Yes, Dib finally managed to expose aliens as being real, but then got himself experimented on as the humans began to think that Dib had physic powers to know things that no one else did. And thus, his aging was tampered with and combined with the DNA of a captured Irken, after the might Empire tried to overpower Earth. Dib was then "cursed" to have the same lifespan as Irkens, though without the need of a Pak.
But there was no way for the humans to raise themselves to be more powerful than Irkens on their own. The Meekrob helped. Being bent on getting revenge, the Meekrob signed a treaty with Earth to help restore peace, though in the process, they got power crazy. Now, the universe is ruled by some of the most intelligent beings ever.
He sat in his cell, reflecting on how close they had been to winning. They had gotten so close, so very close…but then Zim had to get in the way. Of course the defect had to go mess things up. He killed Tallest Purple in that explosion…Nearly all of the Massive's workers too! Tallest Red and a few of the security drones that had been with him at the time were the only ones to survive that explosion. And Red still had nightmares about it, would still flinch at the sound of a boom, and growl at the sound of Zim. The stupid defect hadn't died in the explosion like he should've.
Red looked across the hall at the Vortian who sat in his own cell, head lowered and leg brought up in defeat. Lard Nar had always seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't give up, no matter what the risks were. Red had secretly admired the Vortian's bravery during the time the Resisty tried to go against the Irken Empire. They hadn't become power hungry. They members of the Resisty had fought for their freedom, wanting only to go back to their home planets and rebuild what was ruined. But now, the Resisty had been captured too, and put on into prison on Vort.
Red wondered what it must be like to be kept prisoner on your own planet. After the Irkens were defeated, and the Meekrob showed signs of being power-hungry, the Resisty –which was much bigger than the former Tallest had expected- had gone against them, trying to keep the peace still. The resistance could've won, but in every galactic conquest, there is treachery. A Meekrobian who had joined the Resisty betray them, and told their race about the plan, and got everyone in arrested.
"Lard Nar." Red called quietly. The horn-headed alien looked up, eyes narrowed and face twisted in a hostile growl.
"Do you think that sometimes, if Zim had never been in the labs that day, and that if Miyuki was still Tallest, that none of this would've happened?" Red asked. It was a random question, but he knew that Lard Nar knew of Miyuki. Back then , the three of them –Red, Miyuki, and Lard Nar- had all been in training together on Hobo13, along with a few others who Red lost track of after graduation.
"Of course it wouldn't have happened!" Lard Nar snapped. "Miyuki was respectful of other races and certainly more caring, unlike you that the stupid purple-eyed partner of yours!"
Red winced at the mention of Purple. "Sometimes I wish that I had been the one eaten, not her. I was the one who suggested Impending Doom to the Control Brains….I wish I hadn't."
He wasn't sure why exactly he was telling Lard Nar this, but he just wanted to get it off his chest.
"Back then, it had been an innocent plan. I wanted to capture the other planets in a more peaceful way, and find ways to fix the problems and give other planets some technology…combine the knowledge of the separate races to find cures and solutions to questions that we couldn't answer alone." Red said. "Of course though, the Control Brains ignored that. They wanted more power, and they put a virus in the Paks of all Irkens…I forgot about the first plan for it, as did so many….but after the Control Brains were destroyed…I realized how much I messed up."
"Yeah right. You're just as ruthless and violent as you were during Impending Doom 2." Lard Nar hissed.
"Don't you remember training, Lard Nar?" Red asked, looking away from the ceiling and at his old buddy. "We were training together. What did we call you back then? Lardy?"
"Shut up! Those times are behind us both! You ruined any form of friendship between us when you betray Vort!" Lard Nar jumped to his feet, fuming. Red chuckled.
"You always did had a short temper. Never backing down from a challenge, and constantly getting everyone in trouble." Red grinned at the memories.
"If I remember correctly, it was you who got in the most trouble." Lard Nar stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but you agreed to it." Red shrugged. "You could've just said no, and stayed out of trouble."
"Shut up, I'm supposed to be yelling at you, not having a conversation!" Lard Nar snapped again.
"What's the point? We're both prisoners of the same war now." Red said. "Yelling at me won't get us any closer to getting out."
"Like we'll ever get out here." Lard Nar sighed dejectedly, sitting back down.
"That's not the Lard Nar I know." Red said. Lard Nar rose a non-existent eye brow.
"The Lard Nar I know talked back to the coaches, talked back to the Irken prison guards, convinced a bunch of random people to join a resistance again one of the strongest Empires in the universe, and then went against another power-hungry Empire!" Red exclaimed. "The Lard Nar I know would be trying to get out, and form a new resistance, and start another quest for freedom."
"The Lard Nar you know died along with the rest of the Resisty." Lard Nar stated. "It's hopeless now."
"No it's not." Red shook his head. "There are millions of us who want to get out of here. If you tried to form another resistance, you'll get a lot more people on your side this time. Nearly the whole Irken race will follow you if I tell them to-"
"Stop it, Red. You know as well as I do that no one is going to side with the Irkens after what you guys did. I won't, and neither will anyone else." Lard Nar growled.
Red sighed, and looked around. "Is there any way to get you to trust me again?"
There was a few minutes of silence.
"I don't think there is." Lard Nar finally answered. "The scar is too deep to fade completely."
What do you think? And no, Red and Lard Nar will not end up in any romance. In fact, I don't think there will be much romance in this story at all. More characters will be brought in later, as well as some more explanations as to why certain things are the way they are in the story.
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