Author's Note: I decided to create a story for Miyuki since I didn't like her fate of being devoured by the blob that Zim created. By the way, this is a Red and Miyuki story, hooray!
History, Chapter One
He stared at the Teleporter. It was an ancient thing, used last by the Almighty Tallest Spork, said to be the one who broke it, while his highness was transporting a migrant fleet and himself into an unknown time period; however, over the past years no Irken had ever spotted an ancient vessel.
No one had bothered to fix the time machine, since the only Irken who ever used it was Tallest Spork. He was widely respected, and was one of the top scientists in all of Irk. Behind all his royal duties, he would be in his lab, performing various experiments—dissecting and combining objects or species together—a mad scientist! Mad, but good.
Red and Purple were no different (more so, Purple), they were great examples of the leader, but only when their minds were one. Sure, they panicked most of the time, but when they weren't screaming, they sure as hell were pwning. Really.
In their years as soldiers, as invaders, they were the top ranked elites of the military. Red got more tasks accomplished than his counterpart, Purple, who spent most of his precious time examining the little critters of the planet he was assigned, and while Red upgraded the Irken weapons systems, Purple was shipping specimens back to Irk labs where they can be examined. Red was a weapon specialist, and had enough knowledge of the politics and majored in the marketing industries. Purple, on the other hand was experimenting with chemicals and dissecting lifeforms of seized aliens. Two identical aliens, yet so different when it came to their minds; if only one were to dig deeper into their history.
Of course, no one ever did.
Before they were born, years had passed by for Irk and its people, and a lot had died. Almighty Tallest Miyuki for instance had disappeared from the world in the blink of an eye. She was last seen at the palace library, where in a nano-klik she was gone. Search parties were organized but she was never found, and the government had taken over Irk and it's economy. The politicians did a poor job of protecting their home planet, and if it weren't for the soldiers that sacrificed their lives, Irk wouldn't have made it through the Race Rebellions (a time of war throughout the whole alien galaxy).
Hope hadn't abandoned Irk yet, however, because when Red and Purple were crowned in the future, the economy boomed yet again; saving Irk from its Great Depression. Red had begun organizing a military section where armory and gadgets were manufactured. He also shared his strategic intelligence with alliance soldiers and politicians may the day come when other beings would invade Irk, and Purple handled the medical centre where he shared ideas and future experiments that might help the wounded or for better economy for Irk.
Sure enough aliens would invade the Irken fleet, but did they succeed? No, they were conquered. Defeated and humiliated, having been won over by two rulers who wore skirts for a fashion trend. Sad really.
Alright, it was horrible, but it was war.
Red and Purple were victorious, and reigned over millions of minions who had once tried to attack their people, and what happened to the two ex-invaders after so many years? Tsh, of course, they went brain dead. Their lives, consumed by so many luxury that they hadn't the mind to think of anything smart anymore. Their brain cells have completely been all unplugged. Purple, the one who had been smartest of the two was now the more stupid of the two. Luckily, his duplicate still had some knowledge of a civil life, but is it all true? Were they really that stupid? No.
It was all an act, although most might not see it, the oldest soldiers in the fleet could. They knew their rulers more than anyone, and when they died off, and were replaced by new specialists; they knew that their Tallests cared. They weren't cruel people. It was all an act.
Red and Purple had no choice but to act, especially towards their politicians. They couldn't be seen as weaklings, not in Irk, oh no; they'd be stripped off their ranks, and sent to Foodcourtia to work an even more horrible life of cooking curly fries for weirdoes they didn't know.
They were 'stupid' but feared because their conclusion was always to 'destroy' things, that lead to great victories, apparently, and that is what the Irken government always loves to see. Red and Purple didn't have to destroy, but they're forced to. With the amount of Irkens counting on them to be the 'great' leaders they were who destroyed things and showed no mercy--they're completely different! If only their people could see the suffering they have to go through. No friends, no one to love, not even a Vort puppy would accept them if they put on wide eyes. They didn't rule Irk, the government did. The Tallests were just their masks, hiding the government to who they truly were; selfish idiots. That's right, selfish idiots. The government only cared about one thing; world conquest, and they got it. The greedy, disgrace of Irkens they were, but who could stop them? Definitely not day dreaming bozos like Red and Purple.
Then again, that's what everyone always thinks.
"What are you doing?" Purple came into view, and blocked Red's view of the time machine he had been staring at.
His twin blinked and drew back a digit from tapping his own cheek, "What do you mean, what am I doing?"
"You've been staring at that time machine for three hours, I thought you froze over and died." He began to stuff his mouth with curly fries.
"Really? It's been three hours?"
"No." Purple replied, his words being muffled by the amount of food in his mouth, "Just four minutes."
"Do you really think I could freeze to death in the Massive; the technicians installed heaters on this vessel a long time ago, Purple."
"You never know!" Purple gulped down the fries, "Remember that one time, when all the ice cream melted and—"
"Don't… remind me." Red interrupted before his twin could say more, "Plus, it was because of Zim that all the power went offline, not to mention that we were almost won over by those… 'Resisty'… wannabees."
"My Tallest!" A voice echoed towards the other end of the hallway, and a Communications Officer came into view. The Irken panted for a few moments after reaching his rulers and saluted, putting on a serious face, "My Tallest."
As always, Red was first to respond, "What is it? Don't tell me it's the government again."
"Uhmm…" The officer fiddled with his fingers in a nervous manner, "It's… it's the government."
"What?!" Purple exclaimed, the box of curly fries flying from his arms and onto the ground, "We gave them all the resources they needed, and they still want more? What do they think we are? Stupid?!"
'Yes…' Of course, that's what the officer would've said, but he shrugged the question away and saluted again, "They're asking permission to—"
Purple didn't bother letting the soldier finish, "Call them, and tell them to 'Shut up!'"
"Yes my Tallest, quickly!" With that, the elite soldier saluted and was gone. Red and Purple exchanged glances and started hovering down the hallway.
As they made their way towards the ship's deck, Purple scratched his head with a digit and turned to his counterpart, "Hey, remember when we first got our armor?"
Ah yes, the good 'ol days of their painful lives flooded back into the crimson Tallest's mind.
When he and Purple were promoted--err, 'crowned' as the Almighty Tallests, they didn't knew each other; not a thing, they were nothing but acquaintances to each other, but they had one thing in common at that time; the skirts were a big no-no. They were horrible. When meetings were announced from the government, they wouldn't last a minute in the House of Commons until they excused themselves to go to the bathroom and hover around in the warmth atmosphere of the restroom to get rid of the cold feeling in their legs.
Whenever the two of them were safely in their quarters, they wore nothing but their old invader suits. The only nice accessory on their Tallest armor was the hoverPAK they had, but they'd rather walk than feel cold. After awhile they decided it'd be best to just wear pants under the skirts, and after that things felt much more comfortable.
"I hated those days. If it weren't for my ingenious plan of wearing pants under them, we'd probably be dead." Red said, and Purple nodded in agreement, "By the way, have you ever thought of letting that Communications Officer finish before you come to conclusions?"
"No." Purple responded with antennas falling, "If we let him finish, we'd have to agree with the politicians. You know how when the government gets what they want, they don't bother fulfilling their duties as politicians, and the whole economy could fall apart... again, and that would be horrible." He raised an optic and pouted with his lips, hoping that his twin would understand.
Red always did, anyway. Red shook his head and smiled, "Usually, I'd come up with that answer."
"Yes," Purple's antennas perked up, "But you didn't."
Red shrugged, "Hey, since you're probably getting more curly fries, I'm going to occupy myself with history books in the library; I'll try and find some kind of book with the government's rules on them, I think it's time we do things our way."
"You always say that, but you lie." Purple huffed, "Can't stop you from hoping! So you do that, I'm going to get some more curly fries and... chat with Admiral Knobbs."
Red's optics widened, "Admiral Knobbs is back?"
"Yeah, he's back with the team from that suicide mission to planet Turin." His co-ruler sighed, "Soldier, MAR apparently sacrificed himself so the team could escape." Purple glanced at the floor quickly, and back at this co-ruler, "He was the youngest and newest member on the team."
"I..."
"Not only that, but I don't know how we're going to break the news to his wife... they're expecting a smeet soon."
Red's eyes widened; a smeet? Shit. He hated his job, but MAR's spouse needed to be informed of her mate's death. He looked at his co-ruler's saddened eyes and sighed, "I'll do it, tomorrow, but... just not today."
"Uh, yeah... Thanks, Red." Purple nodded, and hovered off.
Another soldier had died from a mission. If he'd only... no, it's too late. Damn the government, and its politicians and rules. Damn this job and curse everyone who he let get the better of him and Purple. He had a choice not to send Knobb's team into that stinking planet, and what did he do? He let them go.
Red hovered towards the library and punched a nearby wall in the way; it's to ease tension. Also hatred.
Red wasn't the bookworm type when he was in his training years, but after a while of spending time with Purple he learned to appreciate novels. It gave him information he had never known, and he must admit that reading had improved his intelligence a lot. Books weren't the point though. The point was that the library was some sort of sanctuary for him and Purple, where they tried to ease frustration and relax from their mistakes. Except this time, the situation was a big mistake! But nothing could bring back MAR, and the only thing left to do is... no... no. He didn't want to do it, but he had to.
"Computer," Red called to his surroundings. A robotic voice came to, "Yes?"
"Patch a message through Soldier NAT's home... please." His antennas lowered. The computer didn't respond, and a holographic screen soon came into view; it was NAT, MAR's spouse. She smiled and greeted him a hello.
"My Tallest," She said, "I heard that Admiral Knobb's team had made it through the mission; they will be coming home tomorrow, yes?"
"Uh, yes..." Red slurred in his response, confusing the small soldier. He cleared his throat, "Yes! Yes... but..." He gave her a worried look. He didn't want to say it.
NAT gave him a worried look of her own, "... But what?"
"Not everyone in Admiral Knobb's team made it, one was... left behind." A gasp emitted from the small soldier, and Red wanted to close his eyes. He paused for a moment, trying to regain his breath that suddenly wasn't in his lungs anymore. "I... I'm sorry, soldier NAT."
"No," She responded with tears in her eyes, "I am happy that you have informed me, my Tallest... I... I need some time alone." The screen faded to black.
When everything was quiet and eerie, Red reacted with slamming his fist onto a nearby book shelf, "DAMMIT!"
Books hit the floor, and Red swiveled to kick them away with his foot, except, he saw something... strange. A book was open in front of him, to a page where a portrait of an Irken Tallest was printed. Red bent down to pick it up and he blinked his crimson eyes against the beautiful Irken. It was Almighty Tallest Miyuki, in her silky blue robes and silver cufflinks. She was, he must admit, the hottest--err, most beautiful Irken he has ever seen. He'd never seen any of her pictures, until now, and...
"Wow..." He breathed, running a digit across her printed blue eyes.
"Whatcha' looking at?!"
"ARGH!!!" The novel flew out of his arms and landed in Purple's.
"Hey, it's Miyuki!" He informed his counterpart. Red shook his head, "Don't you know how to knock?!"
"What?" Purple pouted, "It's not like you were looking at her picture and masturbating… were you?"
"NO!" Red yelled, and began picking up fallen books and stuffing them into shelves. Purple snickered and offered him Miyuki's book, "I just came to tell you that dinner's ready, ice cream?" He offered the cup he had been holding in his other digits to his twin. Red refused, and looked at him, "You're already eating desert?"
"… I was hungry." Purple glared in a childlike manner, "You have a problem with it?"
"Psh, no."
Red followed suit after Purple, and took one final glance at the library before closing it. While hovering to the dining area of the Massive, he couldn't help but think of those sapphire eyes of Tallest Miyuki.