Chapter: 0/?
Authors: Bleeding Star Goddess and Uppertorso
Rating: MA
Pairings: Well, it's all OC but anyways Zabius/Lerrias, Chrodin/Athemes, (past) Azith/Prymis
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Jhonen Vasquez, various publishers including but not limited to Nickelodeon Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story and the chapters in it will take place in an Alternate Universe with original characters and will involve xenophile situations, romantic and sexual relationships of the homosexual nature as well as the heterosexual nature. Similarly, torture, angst, sexual content, gore, violence, murder, genocide, adult language, and attempted rape will be within the content of this story.
Summary: The Master and the Council are the supreme authority on Irk. Their system is perfect, their authority is within a vice grip... Until two Irkens, one with unmatchable strength and power and the other with a mind that surpasses all, decide to pry that precious control from their claws.
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Chapter 00: The Legend is BornIt was the sound of perfect organization and control. Dorvo watched from a high window, just outside the Birthing Wing in the Medical Bay over the blue and green Irkens, as they dealt with the newest eggs being delivered from the Blue female Irken. Her pack-sensors had been adjusted to block out any pain, so as not to affect the eggs.
She had delivered five eggs earlier that week and as he made quick strides to the hatching room, he could only anticipate the possible new smeets gained.
They had taken one of the darkest Blue, a female who had been known for her astounding mind, and one of the darkest Reds', a male who had a battle record as long as the Master's antennae and set them together in the breeding cycle.
He watched with a sneer, as the green Irkens under his control slowly started removing the incubator lid from the off-white, lightly green spotted eggs.
All went well, he saw the eggs hatch and each sensor showed that it was a healthy batch; he didn't need to watch anymore...
Or so he thought, until he heard a cry of alarm.
Dorvo rushed inside, forgoing any sterilization and gasped at the sight before him.
There, in one of the larger eggs, was a small smeet wrapped around and protecting the body of another smeet in the very same egg.
Now it was not unheard of, though it was very rare, that two smeets hatched from one egg. However, as the smeet that was protecting the other lifted its head and gazed at them with solid, pak-shaking black -true black - eyes, now that was cause for alarm.
"Someone inform the Master of what has occurred here; quickly!"
He gazed at the label on the side of the egg. It had been planned that the smeet would be called Lerrias, but with two of them in one egg, another name from the list would have to be taken. But once the Master arrived, it might very well not matter what the next name on the list of hatchlings was.
The cause of alarm was both annoying and roused curiosity. He was rarely called upon unless extreme measures declared it so. It was incredibly strange to be called to the hatchery. He hadn't been called in a panic to this building in ages. Chrodin smirked to himself as Irkens fell away from his path, their eyes downcast as they scurried to find something to do.
Perhaps one of the smeets had been born with three heads and could breathe fire? He chuckled again to himself before pushing open the door. Only Dorvo was there, perhaps he had not alerted the other council members...
"What has you so worked up, that you must rouse me in such a panic?"
"That, my Lord, is what has me worked up."
Dorvo stepped to the side to show the small, black smeet, who was now sitting next to the deep red smeet protectively. The smeet turned his head and just blinked up at Chrodin with uncaring eyes before the tiny thing went back to nuzzling the red smeet's neck.
Chrodin eyed him for a moment before stepping closer, looking down at him with casual eyes. Yes, that was a true black, alright. And although there had never been one in history, it was common tale and knowledge that the darker the color, the more the strength, or will. But now he would finally be able to see if all the myths were true about the power behind this one.
"It doesn't look terribly overpowering to me... What's its name?" He looked over at Dorvo, his expression cold and calm as always.
"He doesn't have one, he was double-hatched in the same egg as the red, the red is scheduled to be named Lerrias, and if we go down the list, the black will be named Lunsford," Dorvo replied as he gazed at a screen in the wall listing millions of names.
"No, not that one. This Irken will be a true test to whether the myth over this black color will really make it strong. It will be quite an interesting experiment, and if all goes according to plan, he will be a strong force for our army." He looked back to the black Irken, thinking.
"Call him Zabius. And tell Athemes about this, she will be interested in conducting this experiment. She's to keep records of his power as he grows, we may require it later." He smirked and looked up again. "Such a rare occurrence must be documented." Straightening, he turned for the door. "Is there anything else?"
"The red, my Lord, Lerrias, he won't release him. We attempted to move the red to the nursery, as we had the others... Zabius bit one blue and broke the claw of a green when they tried to touch the red..."
"They shared the same egg, it is common. Keep them together for now, if that is what they want and separate them when you find the means. It is of little matter; as soon as they are able to walk and communicate, they will likely connect again." He eyed the red for a moment. "It's small for a red of such dark color. Perhaps sharing the egg was too much for its body." He waved a hand; such a small Irken was of no interest to him. "Forget the red, focus on the black. It doesn't really matter if they are both there."
Dorvo bowed and watched as Athemes came cackling in, pausing only to bow to Chrodin before she slammed up against the table, shaking it, and gazing down at the smeets.
"Aw... wittle smeets all cute and sweet, look good enough to completely eat!"
Dorvo looked on in disgust, although he heard one of the many in his head agree with the blue Irken.
"Behave, woman."
Athemes ran a gentle claw down both their faces and smiled, her eyes glinting.
"Yes, yes," she said as if she hadn't heard Dorvo (and she probably hadn't), "Athemes wants to know all about you, wittle smeet... wants to cut you right open and see your organs... yes, yes... but Athemes won't wittle smeets, no, no... Not until you die, will I get to see your insides!"
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Yes, it is OC/OC and no, Zim will never come into this world, Purple and Red might much much much much later, but I doubt it. Reviews are still highly valued