Hello this is the final chapter in my 3 part saga (hint New wounds New beginnings)
You should read them if you want to know what's happened but you don't have too. I
know I have done that before (^*^).... This contains allot of my theories on why the tallest
are so different then normal Invaders. Note: Tallest blue was already taken by someone,
so I shall name my, soon to be tallest cheleste or light blue in Italian... (P. S I have kinda
gotten a bit of a road block for one ordinary day and will finish it as soon as I get a good
idea..)
The Pretallest
Purple sighed as he viewed himself in a full length mirror. He was preparing for
the choosing of the Pretallest. He hated the ceremony. Every other year the empire's best
geneticists would trot out their creations for approval. So far Red and himself had found
none worthy. None of them matched his high intellectual standards or Red's high combat
Evaluations, but this time they would have to choose. He and Red knew that they could
not live indefinitely. Not even with Irken's highly advanced technology, and every tallest
was supposed to have a Pretallest trained just in case. In case of assassination. Or
rebellion.
So this time they would have to pick the best of their genetic pool, but that did not mean
Purple had to like it.
The common people of the empire, the invaders were created from a common
DNA pool. They were created to be strong, and cunning. The standard Invader was about
half a Tallest's size, intelligent, ambitious, and had round red eyes. There were slight
variations, like size gender and personality, but all in all they were similar. There were the
occasional glitches. (Like Zim.) If the glitches were good the DNA patterns were
incorporated into the genetic pool. If they were bad.. Well they gave the unlucky invaders
a chance to prove themselves. If they messed up they were banished. (Like Zim) The
invader's race of Irkens had not evolved for centuries. Evolution was dead to this race of
genetic perfection.
The tallest however had a different genetic pool. They were made to be thinner
and taller than all there race with square eyes that varied color with each. They also
possessed a cunning and intelligence not know to the Invaders. The choosing of the
pretallest was a very old, and important ceremony. It was about the genetic supremacy and
power of those who were made to be tallest. At no time in Irken history had an invader
grown to much more then half a Tallest's height. They had ways of making things happen
to those who appeared to come too close.
In the Pretallest ceremony, the currant tallest that would chose a hair to the
empire. The tallest always looked for different things in their choice. The tallest who had
chosen Purple and Red had wanted something very different. Purple remembered the day
he and Red had been chosen. They had stood in an arena of thousands of Irkens. (Think a
futuristic Roman coliseum) All the other possibilities had stood before their creators in
two rows facing each other in order of height. The 12 choices had each gone threw
rigorous tests and training. The test were of strength, cunning, skill, and control.
The 12 were the only ones left alive of hundreds. He and Red had been the tallest of
their group, so they stood directly across from each other. The others were all the same
height and inches shorter than himself and Red. They were actually the tallest of any
group of choices to pass all the tests.
The final test was that of the Pretallest choice. The area of their greatest
strength. Purple had been carefully going over his memorized translation of an ancient
Irken war ballad. If he was chosen he would demonstrate his knowledge as his skill. Red
had been thinking about his presentation of the art of the ancient Irken battle staff. His
battle tactics and warrior skills would be shown.
Then the almighty tallest Rosso had entered (OK sue me I can't think of anything
better.) His square dark red eyes had glittered oddly in the bright lights, as he took in the
candidates. His eyes landed on Red and Purple and stayed there. The tallest was to ask the
ones he preferred to demonstrate their skills. He would do this with a nod. If he was truly
impressed with just their looks, he would touch the shoulder. Then out of those he would
chose the one he deemed worthy. Rosso quickly passed the 10 others who stood ridged
showing no emotion, as they were trained to. Their creators however gave each other
despairing looks. Rosso paused between Red and purple and touched there shoulders
lightly with one finger. He then moved to his viewing platform in the center of the large
stadium, and ascended above the crowds. Red and purple were led to side rooms. Their
geneticists were taken away to be given their own hidden rewards. The one's who had not
been chosen left with their creators the way they entered. The ones who were not chosen
by the tallest would be made into generals and political leaders. After all they were
superior than the common invader.
Purple who had not felt any emotion prior had let a surge of hope and joy flood
through him, as he was striped of the common invader's uniform and presented with a
pre Tallest's robe. It was allot alike the tallest, but he would walk not float. His old
invader's back pack was replaced with a longer larger one, and his left hand had a
simple invaders glove. The other had a Tallest's gauntlet. He felt odd, only having the use
of two fingers on his right hand, but he knew it was an honor and wore it as such. After
he
was done he and red were taken out to separate floating platforms, where they stood
evaluating each. No emotions were allowed on their faces. Then they each showed the
tallest their skills. Red demonstrated his poise and precession with the battle staff. It was
long, thin, and pole like. A wooden weapon carved with the old extinct beasts of their
home world Irk. The ends curved in opposite directions in sharp metallic blades. To use
the weapon would require great care, for if you swung without it, you would cut your
self in half. Red displayed just such care and skill in a performance that was difficult even
for masters of the weapon.
Then Purple showed his skill. The ancient book of Irken laws was telaported into
the space before him. The book was one of the few remaining to the Irken empire, of their
own creation and language. He never touched the pages for fear of spoiling it but with
their advanced technology it was no problem. He had carefully read aloud the ancient
tongue making each syllable as perfect as the original speakers. Only the trained ear of a
tallest could know for certain, and the language was strange, guttural, and harsh to the
invaders ear. The crowd booed as loudly at Purples demonstration, as they had cheered
for
Red when he was done. Purple felt he spirits crash, but still wore the perfect mask of
emotionlessness.
finally the crowed grew silent waiting for their leader obvious choice. Rosso stood
up from his thrown high above the others and with a dramatic wave of silence he spoke in
the royal plural that was used in ceremonies as ancient as these. We the almighty tallest
have made our decision. We choose as our new Pretallest, and your future leader. Red.
The crowd roared there approval, and Purple felt his spark of hope crash and burn. Then
silence swept the coliseum, with one word. And. And purple. The coliseum filled with a
rush of whispering, and shouting. There was mass confusion, as Red and Purple where
led out behind the tallest. Purple was numb with shock, his skin grew shades lighter.
Later the Tallest had told Red and Purple why he had made the choice of two
tallest, going agents the custom of one. He had spoke to them in a room on Irk. It was
only accessible to the tallest, and when they choose the pre tallest. The room was lit by
fires, displaying the ancient Irken script on older stone walls. In the center of the marble
floor was a round fountain. A single Irken warrior stood holding a planet up, as water
cascade down from it. Behind the fountain was a large marble chair on a platform, and
below it were two smaller benches. He had led them to it sat, the mentioned for them to
sit. Then he told them one of the many myths of their home planet. It was about why only
the tallest was fit to rule. How at one point before they had developed any technology at
all, and the people were ruled by chaos. Then a ruler stepped out from one of the stronger,
wilder peoples. He had loomed over all others, and united his people to conquer their
world. He had started small. He gained power among the smaller countries. He destroyed
the larger countries from with in, by infiltration. Then he gathered his armies and crushed
his opponents. When he was done on irk, he turned to stars and saw among them a chance
for further conquest and battle glory. The Irken Race did not gain star travel tell many
generations and years later, but a tallest had always ruled them all. When the race finally
gained the ability to reach other planets, they like their invader ancestors, Ruled what they
saw. Only now generations past could in a society without the messy original form of
reproduction could a tallest feel truly alone and without companionship to support him.
Rosso had turned to them and said
"Being tallest has always had it's advantages. The glory of flight. the rush of
battle. The science of knowledge, but it also bares the weight of immense responsibility.
For we, the Tallest are like that statue. We must bare the would alone, but for you the new
Tallest's, you will not have that responsibility to shoulder alone. You are equally tall and
each have equal skills, even if they are in different areas. You will rule not only our small
galaxy, but many others as well. You will both be great if you listen and learn from each
other." Rosso's words Had rung truer than Purple had thought they could. He and Red
had eventually Stopped their petty bickering, and became friends. Then grew to be like
brothers. Now many, many years later, they had conqueror every thing they wanted, and
for filled what old Rosso had said. Purple shook himself away from his melancholy
memories to the unpleasant business that waited him and Red. The choice of the
Pretallest, and unlike himself and Red, no one truly inspiring had shown themselves to
have what it takes to be tallest.
So do ya like it? review if you want I shall update really soon!
You should read them if you want to know what's happened but you don't have too. I
know I have done that before (^*^).... This contains allot of my theories on why the tallest
are so different then normal Invaders. Note: Tallest blue was already taken by someone,
so I shall name my, soon to be tallest cheleste or light blue in Italian... (P. S I have kinda
gotten a bit of a road block for one ordinary day and will finish it as soon as I get a good
idea..)
The Pretallest
Purple sighed as he viewed himself in a full length mirror. He was preparing for
the choosing of the Pretallest. He hated the ceremony. Every other year the empire's best
geneticists would trot out their creations for approval. So far Red and himself had found
none worthy. None of them matched his high intellectual standards or Red's high combat
Evaluations, but this time they would have to choose. He and Red knew that they could
not live indefinitely. Not even with Irken's highly advanced technology, and every tallest
was supposed to have a Pretallest trained just in case. In case of assassination. Or
rebellion.
So this time they would have to pick the best of their genetic pool, but that did not mean
Purple had to like it.
The common people of the empire, the invaders were created from a common
DNA pool. They were created to be strong, and cunning. The standard Invader was about
half a Tallest's size, intelligent, ambitious, and had round red eyes. There were slight
variations, like size gender and personality, but all in all they were similar. There were the
occasional glitches. (Like Zim.) If the glitches were good the DNA patterns were
incorporated into the genetic pool. If they were bad.. Well they gave the unlucky invaders
a chance to prove themselves. If they messed up they were banished. (Like Zim) The
invader's race of Irkens had not evolved for centuries. Evolution was dead to this race of
genetic perfection.
The tallest however had a different genetic pool. They were made to be thinner
and taller than all there race with square eyes that varied color with each. They also
possessed a cunning and intelligence not know to the Invaders. The choosing of the
pretallest was a very old, and important ceremony. It was about the genetic supremacy and
power of those who were made to be tallest. At no time in Irken history had an invader
grown to much more then half a Tallest's height. They had ways of making things happen
to those who appeared to come too close.
In the Pretallest ceremony, the currant tallest that would chose a hair to the
empire. The tallest always looked for different things in their choice. The tallest who had
chosen Purple and Red had wanted something very different. Purple remembered the day
he and Red had been chosen. They had stood in an arena of thousands of Irkens. (Think a
futuristic Roman coliseum) All the other possibilities had stood before their creators in
two rows facing each other in order of height. The 12 choices had each gone threw
rigorous tests and training. The test were of strength, cunning, skill, and control.
The 12 were the only ones left alive of hundreds. He and Red had been the tallest of
their group, so they stood directly across from each other. The others were all the same
height and inches shorter than himself and Red. They were actually the tallest of any
group of choices to pass all the tests.
The final test was that of the Pretallest choice. The area of their greatest
strength. Purple had been carefully going over his memorized translation of an ancient
Irken war ballad. If he was chosen he would demonstrate his knowledge as his skill. Red
had been thinking about his presentation of the art of the ancient Irken battle staff. His
battle tactics and warrior skills would be shown.
Then the almighty tallest Rosso had entered (OK sue me I can't think of anything
better.) His square dark red eyes had glittered oddly in the bright lights, as he took in the
candidates. His eyes landed on Red and Purple and stayed there. The tallest was to ask the
ones he preferred to demonstrate their skills. He would do this with a nod. If he was truly
impressed with just their looks, he would touch the shoulder. Then out of those he would
chose the one he deemed worthy. Rosso quickly passed the 10 others who stood ridged
showing no emotion, as they were trained to. Their creators however gave each other
despairing looks. Rosso paused between Red and purple and touched there shoulders
lightly with one finger. He then moved to his viewing platform in the center of the large
stadium, and ascended above the crowds. Red and purple were led to side rooms. Their
geneticists were taken away to be given their own hidden rewards. The one's who had not
been chosen left with their creators the way they entered. The ones who were not chosen
by the tallest would be made into generals and political leaders. After all they were
superior than the common invader.
Purple who had not felt any emotion prior had let a surge of hope and joy flood
through him, as he was striped of the common invader's uniform and presented with a
pre Tallest's robe. It was allot alike the tallest, but he would walk not float. His old
invader's back pack was replaced with a longer larger one, and his left hand had a
simple invaders glove. The other had a Tallest's gauntlet. He felt odd, only having the use
of two fingers on his right hand, but he knew it was an honor and wore it as such. After
he
was done he and red were taken out to separate floating platforms, where they stood
evaluating each. No emotions were allowed on their faces. Then they each showed the
tallest their skills. Red demonstrated his poise and precession with the battle staff. It was
long, thin, and pole like. A wooden weapon carved with the old extinct beasts of their
home world Irk. The ends curved in opposite directions in sharp metallic blades. To use
the weapon would require great care, for if you swung without it, you would cut your
self in half. Red displayed just such care and skill in a performance that was difficult even
for masters of the weapon.
Then Purple showed his skill. The ancient book of Irken laws was telaported into
the space before him. The book was one of the few remaining to the Irken empire, of their
own creation and language. He never touched the pages for fear of spoiling it but with
their advanced technology it was no problem. He had carefully read aloud the ancient
tongue making each syllable as perfect as the original speakers. Only the trained ear of a
tallest could know for certain, and the language was strange, guttural, and harsh to the
invaders ear. The crowd booed as loudly at Purples demonstration, as they had cheered
for
Red when he was done. Purple felt he spirits crash, but still wore the perfect mask of
emotionlessness.
finally the crowed grew silent waiting for their leader obvious choice. Rosso stood
up from his thrown high above the others and with a dramatic wave of silence he spoke in
the royal plural that was used in ceremonies as ancient as these. We the almighty tallest
have made our decision. We choose as our new Pretallest, and your future leader. Red.
The crowd roared there approval, and Purple felt his spark of hope crash and burn. Then
silence swept the coliseum, with one word. And. And purple. The coliseum filled with a
rush of whispering, and shouting. There was mass confusion, as Red and Purple where
led out behind the tallest. Purple was numb with shock, his skin grew shades lighter.
Later the Tallest had told Red and Purple why he had made the choice of two
tallest, going agents the custom of one. He had spoke to them in a room on Irk. It was
only accessible to the tallest, and when they choose the pre tallest. The room was lit by
fires, displaying the ancient Irken script on older stone walls. In the center of the marble
floor was a round fountain. A single Irken warrior stood holding a planet up, as water
cascade down from it. Behind the fountain was a large marble chair on a platform, and
below it were two smaller benches. He had led them to it sat, the mentioned for them to
sit. Then he told them one of the many myths of their home planet. It was about why only
the tallest was fit to rule. How at one point before they had developed any technology at
all, and the people were ruled by chaos. Then a ruler stepped out from one of the stronger,
wilder peoples. He had loomed over all others, and united his people to conquer their
world. He had started small. He gained power among the smaller countries. He destroyed
the larger countries from with in, by infiltration. Then he gathered his armies and crushed
his opponents. When he was done on irk, he turned to stars and saw among them a chance
for further conquest and battle glory. The Irken Race did not gain star travel tell many
generations and years later, but a tallest had always ruled them all. When the race finally
gained the ability to reach other planets, they like their invader ancestors, Ruled what they
saw. Only now generations past could in a society without the messy original form of
reproduction could a tallest feel truly alone and without companionship to support him.
Rosso had turned to them and said
"Being tallest has always had it's advantages. The glory of flight. the rush of
battle. The science of knowledge, but it also bares the weight of immense responsibility.
For we, the Tallest are like that statue. We must bare the would alone, but for you the new
Tallest's, you will not have that responsibility to shoulder alone. You are equally tall and
each have equal skills, even if they are in different areas. You will rule not only our small
galaxy, but many others as well. You will both be great if you listen and learn from each
other." Rosso's words Had rung truer than Purple had thought they could. He and Red
had eventually Stopped their petty bickering, and became friends. Then grew to be like
brothers. Now many, many years later, they had conqueror every thing they wanted, and
for filled what old Rosso had said. Purple shook himself away from his melancholy
memories to the unpleasant business that waited him and Red. The choice of the
Pretallest, and unlike himself and Red, no one truly inspiring had shown themselves to
have what it takes to be tallest.
So do ya like it? review if you want I shall update really soon!