She sat up and looked around, she had been out for a while, but she didn't know exactly how long. She looked around, she was in a familiar lab and there were some familiar people there. There were two girls crying in a corner. One had square antennae, purple eyes, black miniskirt, purple tube top, and black boots. The other had bright green eyes, round antennae, a red dress, black tights, red converse boots, and an orange bow on one of her antennae.

There was another girl in the darkest corner of the lab. She had messy black hair that came down to the floor, an orange skirt, tall black boots, and a reddish-pink shirt. She also seemed to be almost like an over loved ragdoll, sewn together in many places and some places the seam had even come loose and a bit of stuffing was coming out. But by far her strangest feature was her eyes, one eye seemed red and Irken-like, and the other eye seemed to be yellow, like a Vortain's. She had her head down and her arms crossed, glaring at the ground.

Finally, the last girl seemed almost like the purple one except, she wasn't purple, she was blue. She sat in the floor using a laser gun to shoot at a bug crawling in circles around on the floor.

"What happened here…?" Asked the one who had just sat up on the lab table.

The purple one ran over to her and hugged her, about to burst into tears. "Sam!" She cried, hugging tighter.

"Yeah, I'm Sam…" said the one on the lab table, she seemed to be very confused. "So what happened here?" she asked, hugging her back. Her memories were coming back, the purple one was Cten, the Irken Princess, daughter of Tallest Purple. The one in the red dress was Zena, the one against the wall in the dark corner was Char, and the one killing the bug was Sprint, Cten's sister. She remembered the Virus that almost killed her, but because she could not die due to a deal with Death then she was to live forever until the right time came, so of course she was only put into a deep sleep, or a coma as humans would call it. "How long was I out?" She asked.

Cten took a step back and looked Sam in the eyes, "You were out for a week, Sam. They're dead…all dead…Daddy…Uncle Red…Zim…Ame…even the SIRs shut down…We're the only Irken survivors as far as we know…"

Sam's eyes widened, "How? Why!?"

"You had an untreatable Virus," Cten explained, "it ended the Irkens…we're the last ones…"

"So they just died!?" Sam screamed, Cten's only response was to nod her head. Sam started to cry, "No…No! They can't be dead!!!"

"I'm sorry…" Cten said, gathering up Sam's sorrows in a hug, attempting to turn them to comfort.

"So what now…?" Sam asked after a while, "Are you guys gonna die too?"

"No," Cten answered surely, "if we were gonna die, we'd be dead by now."

"I'm already dead," Char said, almost bragging, "so I can't really die…"

"And I can't die either…" Sam said, looking down at her hands.

"So, as for your 'what now' question, you and Char are going to Irk to check for any other survivors, sprint and I are staying here to make sure the Virus doesn't spread to the humans, and Zena is going to search the universe for a cure…just in case…" her voice trailed off, but Sam understood and nodded.

A few days later, the Voot landed on Irk, in the capitol city of Irk, near the Kiruva Forest. The door opened and the steps expanded to the ground, Char stepping out of the Voot and examining their surroundings, Sam soon beside her. Irk was empty, dark, and deserted. It was usually busier than ever at all times with everyone having business to attend to, but now there was no one, no business, nothing. It was just silent, and the silence was starting to give Sam the creeps. "Who would even want to live in a place like this?"

"I would…" Came a sure voice from behind the building.

"Wow," Char said, her voice with amusement and surprise, "someone's actually still alive."

"It's because I'm…" the voice was very feminine and shy, but still a bit smart and strong. Though the strength was not enough for her to spit out the last word with any confidence, "…different…"

"Different?" Char asked, questioning how anyone could be any more different than her, the living ragdoll. "How?"

"Mostly physically…" The voice admitted.

"Show me." Char ordered firmly.

"…fine…" she came out from behind the building. She was different, no doubt, but nonetheless she was Irken and there was also no doubt about that. She had blue-ish green skin, antennae that zig-zagged to the ground and then curled back up, she had green-blue eyes that had four black pupils, one large one, two smaller, and one was barely noticeable but was obviously there. That was very different from the normal Irkens, who had only two pupils, on large one, and another smaller one that were usually a few tones lighter than the original eye color. She wore a simple purple dress and white ballet flats.

"Hm, you really are different," Char said, studying her strange features, "but I'm not one to criticize, being a giant undead ragdoll and all."

"Thank you…" she bowed then looked them in the eyes, "Why are you guys here?"

"We came to look for survivors, are there any others?"

The strange Irken thought for a moment then answered, "Not that I know of…"

"That what I thought," Char thought out loud to herself, "should we keep looking?"

"I think we should at least try," Sam suggested.

"Should we split up or search together?" Char asked.

"I think we should split up," Sam said, then looked at the stranger, "but the new girl should go with you."

"Why me?" Char asked, annoyed as Sam just shrugged. "Whatever, come on." Char said as she walked away, the new girl following her, "So, what's your name?"

"Mecca Bodur, but you can just call me Mecca."She replied.

"Nice name," Char said, "doesn't sound Irken though."

"My parents…" she took a breath, as if it would keep her from crying, "they traveled a lot and thought it was pretty."

"Interesting, so you're Irken?"

"Yeah…"

"What caused you to be like this?"

"A birth defect…"

"I see, got any siblings?"

"No…well, not that I know of…"

Char stopped walking and looked at Mecca strangely, "Not that you know of? You sound unsure…"

"I kinda am…" she admitted, once again a little embarrassed.

"Why?"

"My parents once hinted to me that I have a sibling…I think..."

"Oh…" Char sighed, "Well, I know about you now, so it's your turn to ask me something."

"Why are you like that?" Mecca asked, noting the stitching, stuffing, and strange eyes.

"I was killed, torn apart, then sewn back tether and brought back to life." She explained as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Ouch…" Mecca said, imagining the kind of pain that was.

"Wow, is that an understatement."

"What is your name?"

"I'm Charalena, but everyone calls me Char."

Who was that other girl? The pink eyed one?"

"Samanthia, but call her Sam, she flips every time someone calls her Samanthia."

"Oh…" Mecca said.

"Any more questions?" Char asked.

"Not at the moment…"