The universe is a fickle place sometimes…you can never know just what to expect. And a single action can change the destiny of so many so fast…
It was a Tuesday on two entirely different planets that changed everything for two different races. One of bugs that crawled from the muck, set on a path of conquering and cruelty, the other of lowly apes, confused and scared, looking up at the sky and wondering why.
Both would have turned out so, so very different if not for two events that changed everything…and it all ties in to the arrival of two different beings.
One clad in soft, pink light, an odd warmth bathed over the planet of Irk as an odd sensation rose in many of their kind. Children found themselves lifting their toys in the air without their hands. Lovers in an embrace began to hover off the ground as their every thought was shared between them. Light cascaded across the skies of Irk in glorious celebration of newly unlocked power as the people cheered and hollered, dancing on into the night.
Across the universe, pools of endless light drifted across the skies of Earth as it's denizens gazed in awe at the beings that descended, led by one with wings of the rainbow, eyes as soft as morning light. A lucky, brave few approached, kneeling before the Sun as it smiled its approval, depositing something special into their hands, rewarding them for their courage, their clear and obvious desire to trust so beautiful a being.
And what a reward it was as cascading light shot into the sky in celebration. The people danced and cheered as their thoughts and hopes became solid form, and they bowed before the blessed beings that had given them such a boon. In a single day, everything about these two planet's histories had changed.
One at the will of the Entity of Love, who would advance the minds and souls of the Irken race to levels it would have taken millenia to reach…the other to the will of the Seraphi, who had allowed Humanity's Will to be made form…allowing them to spread the Gospel forth across the planet, one of Justice, of Righteousness, of Determination. They knew not fear, and looked to the stars not merely with awe…but certainty. They would soon be ready. And they wished to spread the gift they'd been given to better aid others.
Irk looked inward, Earth outward…
And with this…the future changed.
Whether it would be for the better or the worse…
Would be seen in time.
It was almost hard to make out, but…it was there. A love letter. A cute little thing that Ms. Hali's husband was being read to by the garbageman, having picked it up out of the trash. Poor ol Jamm had just been SO very touched by the little scribble of love he simply had to read it. Holding the letter in his thick-gloved hands, the Irkens antennae bobbed low in the air as Hali's husband raised a nonexistent eyebrow in the air, folding his arms over his black-clothed chest, brow furrowing.
"Dearest Hali-Honey. I love when we kiss. My toes ache for the feel of yours intertwined with mine. Let us meet soon at the Hotel Miyuki, sweet thing. Our special room for a special anniversary. Sincerely and dearly, Devan." Jamm the Garbage Man read out from the trash can which had been brought to the front lawn of Hali's home, Hali's husband's face becoming quiet, subdued…and angry.
"My name is Evak." He finally spoke up.
"…of course it is." Jamm realized, smacking his face as Evak quickly headed for his hovercraft, bringing along a VERY large crowbar he used to normally get the trunk open when just wouldn't pop, his face looking like he wanted to pop a blood vessel. He tore through the streets…tore towards the hotel, SLAMMING into it, shooting through thick metal walls as people went scrambling out of the way and he crawled out of the wreckage, still alive, still FURIOUS, eyes alit with a cold, cruel fire as he held the crowbar up and slammed it into his palm.
His wife and her lover having been tossed to the side of the room, Evak shaking his head back and forth, growling darkly. "You know…today was our ANNIVERSARY…was gonna get a brand new car for you…" He muttered out, holding the crowbar high. "Gonna get you something else, gonna get you something, GET YOU, GET YOU!" He screamed out, falling upon her, the crowbar striking once, twice, thrice, her body becoming MEAT, her lover just a flimsy blur that was being knocked across the room as his form was caked in blood that was not his own-
"NOOOOOOOOO!" The white-eyed Irken shot up, screaming from his seat, balled antennae stiffening up high as a psychic bolt of pure power shot up from his white-robed from. Tubes connected to the odd x-shaped seat he was in transferred this psychic energy up through the walls, runes inscribed upon the deep black turning bright green as they lit up one by one, finally reaching the end, a single tube that shot up, up into the higher level of the station this Consular was in…
And Zim of the Planet Irk's eyes shot wide, the keyboard around him blaring to life, glowing bright white as he felt the psychic warning surge into him. Quickly he began typing away into the keyboard as his station was lit up by similarly-glowing green lights and a big, determined grin came to his face. He'd caught one nice and early in the morning. Tapping away at one of the many floating display screen that was hovering around his chair as if it was a moon and he was a planet, Zim quickly dragged his claw-digit to the option he wanted: alerting the rest of his Squadron.
"We've got a GOOD one. A twofer who are going to be kept from some…afternoon delight by a bit of grisly murder at the hands of a jilted husband." He announced to the vid screen as it beeped and pinged, sending the message to his squadron, another voice butting in.
"Any news on my pregnancy yet?"
"You've been asking that question for 8 months. No, Tak, no news on the pregnancy." Zim said, rolling his eyes. "We've got work to do. The killer is male. 187 years old. And the victims are his 180 year old wife and her new lover, age 183 whom she met a year ago. They're currently at the Hotel Miyuki and HE'S fifteen minutes from getting read a love letter by a garbageman that'll clue him in to his wife's cheating and get him barreling down the street towards the hotel."
"Oh no. Any collateral damage?" A nervous voice inquired.
"Three dead smeets and their parents, two senior citizens dead and 12 bystanders injured. Let's go save this idiot's future, shall we?" Zim remarked cheerily, clapping his hands as the vid-screens faded away and the chair slid him up into an opened crevasse that widened high above him, popping him up by the space station "Doombringer's" teleportal dock, a large hall filled with capsule-shaped, vaguely silver-esque egg-shaped things, each a teleporting device that shimmered like the bands upon Zim and his squadron's boots and gloves, all a sign of their special importance to the Irken people…
They were the Consular's Chosen. They were the inheritors of the great Entity of Love's greatest gift, that of incredible psychic might. The Consulars saw into the future…
And they acted, bringing swift, divine DOOM upon evildoers.
"What's his name?" Skoodge wanted to know as they all converged in a large group, Zim placing a claw digit on his head, thinking to the information that their Consular had just divulged to him.
"…our killer's name is Evak. Cross reference by wives who are named Hali and their age." Zim ordered Skoodge as Skoodge quickly saluted and tapped his eyeballs, one at a time, a small display screen popping out from them as if he was a video projector, Irken faces flashing in midair before them all before, at last, with a cheery PING it settled on the faces that Zim had seen in the premonition passed on to him. "Yesss, that's him."
"Uh, Zim, one little thing, we're going to have somebody else on our missions today." Skoodge added with a nervous smile.
"Who?" Zim asked, frowning a bit, lips slightly pursed. "Did our Cardinal Consulars want to add more men to my squadron? I mean, who WOULDN'T want to be in the most successful crimefighting unit in the galaxy?" He mused as he put a hand on his chest and proudly beamed.
"He's from the EXEMPLAR CORPS, sir." Skoodge said. "Senior."
Zim IMMEDIATELY blanched, others in the squadron all moaning and groaning, some tugging down on their antennae, others rolling their eyes. "WHAT?! I do not have time for some…filthy melkremar that sold out to the RAINBOW BRIGHT BRIGADE! Have "Captain Hallmark" contact me some other time, Skoodge!"
"Captain Hallmark" heard every word you said, Blow Pop." A voice rang out, faintly friendly but also…slightly condescending. Zim turned around, seeing a form emerge from a shadowed outcropping by a teleportal pod, arms folded across his white-clothed chest, an Irken dressed all in silver and white, a halo-esque crown atop his head. Senior's small cape flowed behind him as he folded silver gauntlets over his well-built chest, spiky antennae hanging high above his remarkably ROUND head as he smiled softly at them. "You're all hard and green on the outside but soft and pink inside just like ALWAYS. Just the mere IDEA of me showing up makes your ego squeal? Really? You can't stand ANYBODY else joining in and getting a slice of the action?"
"MY squadron, MY rules." Zim said with a huff. "You LEFT to join the…Rainbow Bright Brigade! He said, waving a dismissive hand in the air. "When you knew OUR methods were so much better-ohhhhh." He smiled a bit. "Have you, perchance, come to beg Zim for forgiveness?"
"No, I'm here to show a friend I've made from Earth how we did things downtown. The Seraphi are considering letting your little project go off-planet…letting you go GALAXY." Senior offered as another person walked towards the room, nervously tugging at his dark jacket color while Zim and the squadron's eyes widened greater than saucers. Being known across the galaxy? Actually getting to halt crime on other planets? The possibilities…the excitement, the fame...the SATISFACTION.
"So how do they do this exactly?" The young human's voice wanted to know as he rubbed the back of his neck, Zim looking him over briefly before nodding at Senior, who held up his clawed, gauntleted hand…his white-ringed hand as an image formed of pure Life energy, a construct, a creation of the imagination brought to life forming before Dib of a balled-antannaed Irken.
"They're called Consulars…beings of immensepsychic power. They see the crime in advance, we go to the people they specify will commit it and stop them. Nip it in the bud." Senior informed the human as the amber/brown eyed young man adjusted the glasses he wore, pushing them slightly up the bridge of his nose. "Normally they'd see it days in advance, but crimes of PASSION don't involve much planning. No premeditation means we have to catch it on the very day we get the call from the Consulars!"
"How many minutes do we have until this Irken supposedly commits this crime you're talking about?"
"He WILL commit it in precisely…" Zim mentally checked the time. "9 minutes, 40 seconds. Into the teleportal, huuuuman." He said with a bit of a sneer at the "four-eyes", who frowned back at him as Senior helped him into a pod of his own.
"Buckle up!" Senior cheerily informed him.
"Wait, where IS the seat belt on this thing?!" The kid wanted to know as Senior patted his head.
"Aw, that's just an expression!" He laughed, closing the pod up as an odd, tingling sensation shot through the human's body and Dibbun Membrane was sent FLYING, SPIRALLING through a tunnel compromised of a thousand points of light as he hollered and screamed in terror…and excitement.
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…PRECURSOR POSSIBILITY