Pleecy could hear the applause from the Tallest's introduction, beginning the Great Assigning, from her place in the hallway outside the convention room on Conventia. She was facing the elevator leading to the main convention room, leaning against the opposite wall, bouncing a super bounce Vortian ball about the size of a tennis ball, *toss, clunk, boing! rattle, clunk, catch, repeat.* The hall she was in resembled a hotel hallway, with some plants, couches, doors, windows, etc.
Pleecy was uninterested in the Great Assigning, seeing as she had conquered many a planet and had eventually grown bored. But this was because of her genes. You see, she was a special Irken, especially to the Tallest. Very special, indeed...
Her genetic code was a mix of Irken Mystic and Blue Irken. An Irken Mystic is an Irken who's born with control over a specific element, in her case, energy. So, technically speaking, Pleecy was a psychic. An Irken Mystic was marked by a symbol on the forehead, representing their element. Sometimes Mysticcs of other species were also found, but very rarely. A Blue Irken, on the other hand, was merely an Irken equivalent of an albino, but with different eyes and sky blue skin. The Tallest always loved them and kept them busy because they were known to be mischievous at best, bloodthirsty at worst. But, after a while, many became pacifists and headed to secret Irken Pacifist convents or monasteries, renouncing the current Irken leaders for good.
Pleecy was both, so her appearance was somewhat startling: light blue skin, three purple eyelashes per eye. Her antennas looked like Dib's hair, scythe-like, but silver tipped with not-as-thick bases. They were about as long as half her height and jutted forward into her field of vision. She was taller than Zim by her forehead and antennas. Her gloves, boots, and tights were the normal black color, and her PAK was the usual colors. Her dress was red, striped by lines, like Zim's outfit. It had long, flowy sleeves with a wide opening that came to her gloves, also striped by lines, and there were the usual triangles at her shoulders. Her collar was also different: It was a large, triangle - shaped, puffy thing with 3 layers. The topmost layer, the main layer, was purple with dark green tipping at the points. It formed a V shape around her neck. The other 2 layers were only 2 points that came off the bottom point of the main one. The 2nd layer was red tipped in dark green, and layer 3 was dark green tipped in gold. But perhaps her most curious features were on her face; her forehead was adorned with a swirl the color of light blue, light green, and purple combined, composed of a larger swirl, though still small on her head, which rested on her brow. It sprouted up and curled to Pleecy's right. A smaller swirl sprouted from the left and center of the first, spinning to her left. And her eyes, oh, the eyes! They looked like normal Irken eyes, yes, but had a line coming from the outer, upper side in each eye to the lower, inner corner. (A/N In case you didn't understand that description of the eyes, they had diagonal lines that slanted toward where her nose would be if she had a nose.) This divided the eye in half; the top half was dark blue in color, the bottom half normal blue. Plus, each bubble in her eyes had a violet-ish tint along the edges, indicating personality changes the Tallests' feared would happen. What a strange sight she was, at first...
She sighed monotonously as she heard the *clink, clink* steps of her S.I.R. Unit, Neeka, come down the hall. Neeka turned a bend to her master's left, carrying a box of Vort Dogs under her arm, an Irken soda in one hand, an oil can with a straw in the other.
Neeka was a normal S.I.R. She had purple eyes most of the time instead of red or blue. She also had a swirl on her forehead, but just a single, right twirling swirl that marked her as Pleecy's.
Pleecy turned her head with an affectionate smile as Neeka made her way down the hallway.
"Ah, Neeka," Pleecy said, "You're back."
"Yes, and i was hoping you'd mix me a drink, if you don't mind, Master," said Neeka in her best 'pretty please' tone.
Pleecy caught her ball just before it would've hit her face, then a robotic talon extended from her PAK, took the ball, and exchanged it with a plastic bag of minerals and sediment. Pleecy ripped the bag open and laid it on a metal table that sped around the corner from her left to in front of her. Suddenly, the outline of the oil can lit up in rainbow colors like ribbon, then returned to normal and floated away to Pleecy's hand. Neeka had an old rust problem, and the drink helped keep her gears polished.
Just as the Irken was about to grasp the levitating can, she froze up and got a far-away look on her face. Her eyes and mark glowed faintly. Neeka didn't panic, because she knew what was happening to her master.
The way Irken Mystics see it, lines of energy connect every soul. When big events happen or are imminent, large pulses of energy radiate out. One such pulse had just gone out as the Great Assigning ended and an annoying, red eyed Irken interrupted it. Pleecy felt the energy pulse rush off in two different directions: out into space, and into the convention room. The pulse originated from a huge feeling of Ignorance on Foodcourtia.
"Master, is it a Foresight?" (Term the duo used to refer to this sort of event)
Pleecy could only close her eyes, nod slightly, and take a deep breath. What she didn't tell Neeka was that the energy pulse that went into space rebounded and hit her square-on...
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Pleecy sent Neeka to go see what had happened in the convention hall. Meanwhile, Pleecy would meditate to see where the pulse had rebounded from...
Space flashed by the vision of her mind's eye. A solar system, then a blue and green ball shot into Pleecy's mental view. The view was then replaced again with a view over a grimy little city, then with a view of a freaked-out child on a rooftop. He had a bodily shape not unlike an Irken, but he was pale skinned and had no PAK or antennas, but instead had hair shaped like Pleecy's antennas pointed backwards. A black vest overlapped a blue smilely face shirt with a neutral expression. A satellite sat next to him.
*Of course,* She thought. *This is Earth! The pacifist planet Ley inhabits. He must be a...how's it pronounced? Hyuu-men?...Wait how could a smeet like him be-* She was disturbed from her thoughts as a male voice, one of the Conventia announcers, rang out over the intercom.
"Invader Pleecy, please report to the Massive's control room! Invader Pleecy, please report to the Massive's control room!"
She let out a growling sigh as she rose, shook her head rapidly to wake herself up, and began walking around the bend in the hallway to her left.
*I swear, if this is a spy or assassin job-* Neeka cut her thoughts short as she came out of an auto-door and joined her master.
Pleecy watched her feet and said, with a solemn look in her eyes, "Well then, Neeka, what'd I miss?"
"Well, Master, a strange male interrupted the ending of the Great Assigning."
"Identify."
Neeka's body stiffened, and her eyes turned red as she entered "Information Mode."
"Former Invader Zim," Neeka said, rather monotonously, "re-encoded as food service drone for almost destroying Irk. Given fake mission in hopes of...uhm, crossing over."
Pleecy smirked and began a fit of laughter. "Bwuha-hahahahaha!" She cackled as Neeka changed to purple and relaxed. "Now I know who to blame for wrecking the Galactic Observatory!"
"The Tallests seemed to have a problem with him..." Neeka observed as they stepped into a teleporter that had been specifically programmed as a shortcut to the Massive's bridge level. "Oh, here we are."
They materialized in front of the auto-door leading into the comtrol room, where the Tallests resided. Pleecy put her back to the door as three cords came down and plugged into her PAK momentarily. They unplugged, she turned around, and the doorway opened.
Pleecy reluctantly saluted as she looked up, seeing the Tallests on a platform doubled over in laughter. "You rang?" she said, with arms folded and a bored look.
"Ah-haha! Ahahahahaha!" Purple laughed. "Phew, ah yes, Invader Pleecy."
"Get on with it before I snap, please. I was busy when you called." Pleecy scowled.
Clearing his throat, Red said, "We have a question for you. You see, we sent Zim" -he said the name with an acid tone-"off in some random direction so he'd quit bothering us." He pointed to the large window, and a galactic map with a blinking red dot heading right showed up on it, like a large screen. "We wanted to see what one of our past advisors," he said slyly, "would think. So what do you say? How long will he -"
"You sent him to the next galaxy over," Pleecy cut him off, reading his mind. "There's plenty of planets there; the pacifists are scattered throughout it," she said, quite coldly and quickly. Of course, this Blue Irken knew where pacifists were. It confirmed the Tallests' fears of their generation's Blue Irken being interested in the pacifists, the stupid defects! As if reading their minds, again, Pleecy said, "The fear is plain on your faces; I don't need to read your minds to know you now want me to track him or something, right?"
The Tallests looked at each other, then huddled with their backs to Pleecy, whispering. She caught a few words, even though she tried not to listen; they weren't very good at whispering.
"What, no..." Purple looked at Red with concern before Red shoved his head down and sternly said something along the lines of what's done is done and they shouldn't waste such talent and a chance to explore a new galaxy ripe for conquest. Purple and Red exchanged "Yes's" and "No's" until Red confused Purple by saying "No" instead of "Yes".
"So we agree?" said Red.
"Yes...wait!-N -!" Purple was cut off by Red as he turned around toward the irritated Blue Irken and began debriefing her on her newest task...