Pooky's Amazing Notes: MMHMM CHAPTER TWO.

I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM.

THE VORCARN AND STUFF RELATED TO THEM WERE MY IDEAS THOUGH.

SO LETS ALL HAIL THE CAPS LOCK KEY!

RURRAGH!

Oh wait, stuff about Faygah 4 All belongs to Keri T3h Ninja, who also beta'd this.

Chapter 2: PAK Program

Vorka itself was a giant city, but some areas were more heavily clustered with enourmous buildings than others. These could be considered what a 'city' could be there. These clusters each probably had their own reason in the past to have grown so much.

Lokk stayed silent and peered through the window of their speeding Liftcar. What she saw was a feild of cold metal. There were some clusters of Bâtimont. No trees-, maybe an occasional Garden for a few hundred acres. With Jalied beside her staying unusually silent, she began to wonder what the Moon could've looked like before the Vorcarn had dominated over it. Soon they saw the collossal towers of buildings jutting into the sky.

Lieb was separated into layers much like a rainforest. The uppermost layer had the most activity and was where most visitors would stay. The buildings all had various platforms to be walked on, as well as bridges connecting to all the platforms themselves. The layers below that were mostly residential and dirtier than the canopy. The city itself was gilded, sugar-coated. At the bottom of the layers were slums. One wouldn't think that in Advanced society there'd be slums, but their gloomy existence still ailed the foundations of Lieb's sky-touching towers. But the State wouldn't allow for them to live there, only other species would occupy the chambers down below. The Vorcarn lived in the Bâtimont, higher quality apartment buildings.

Lokk immediately felt herself be pushed forward by an invisible force as Jalied halted abruptly, they were dead center in the middle of the city, and someone seemed to have fallen in front of them, hit the nose of the Liftcar with a sickening crack, and slipped off. It happened too quickly for the two to identify who, or what, it was.

"What was that!?" said Lokk with annoyance and surprise as she turned to look at Jalied, who started the Liftcar again.

"Lieb seems to be getting a lot of suicide attempts lately, it's part of some movement for something or another, but that's for the Civate to deal with.", The Vorcarn seemed to be used to it, and Lokk found that very odd. Population was an important issue on Vorka. If numbers began to diminish then the Vorcarn may become more endangered than they already are. Maybe most of the attempts weren't by Vorcarn? That wouldn't surprise her, considering a lot of the species that wanted to live here and weren't Vorcarn had no mercy from the State. They had dirt rubbed into their faces-- Why did they move here in the first place?

The Liftcar slowed and smoothly stopped, this time. They were in some sort of garage-like tower. The cockpit opened and Jalied stepped out. He stood next to where Lokk would step out in case she wanted any help, but the Vormun just killed a possible romantic moment and stepped out on her own without so much as looking at him,"Where are we going, Jal?" she said to him, looking ahead at the flying traffic.

"It's a surprise.", he said softly and grabbed her wrist, hidden beneath her garment, and led the Vormun down a bridge to a large platform. It was almost like a main Square.

Lights and signs flashed all over, and there was plenty of Vorcarn and a considerable amount of other species walking around. The two quickly merged into the mass of walking bodies, and soon Lokk found herself in a poorly lit alley. Jalied had opened a door, and light poured into the damp darkness. She was pulled inside to find herself in a softly lit room with small tables all around the large room, and there seemed to be a stage.

Jalied sat at a table, and only until she joined him did he begin to explain.

"The State supports our making of an Army. In order to show their support, they gave all the Tehch'Nika all sorts of nice things, including private restaurants like this one. I've even been given a villa to live in. I suggest it's because after the war they can use it to control the moon better." A pair of glasses filled with a clear, yet yellow liquid was placed on the table.

Lokk grabbed the glass carefully, and white fingers were revealed after the sleeves receded,"You haven't been telling me this?"

"I..", Jalied began, but she quickly interrupted him the moment he paused.

"Doesn't matter. I'm on probation. I can't to anything crazy or I'll have to do my Trials again and fall further behind.", she sighed in annoyance,"The State has always been a corrupt bunch, this doesn't surprise me. But times won't change for the Vormun. We've always just lived as nomads and went to you fools when called."

He sighed,"What are we going to do? No doubt this will lead us to nothing but trouble.", he wished she wasn't so cold to him. None of this was his fault. She stayed silent, and soon the soft lights of the restaurants dimmed and the live entertainment began. A waiter of another species came to them, in the dim light they couldn't tell what it was, but it seemed to have many arms and was very serpent like. He held a glittering tray with two devices. Translators. Jalied and Lokk had both grabbed one. The thing bowed it's head and walked off with the tray.

It consisted of a boxlike contraption with two hand-cuff like outer limbs to grab onto their antennae. It was somewhat heavy, and weighed them down a little.

A voice came into their heads,"Welcome everyone to the live entertainment. The Zirkusse returns with more of the exotic and strange! This year we nearly lost one of our members to the barbaric people of a far-away planet!"

There was a small round of applause, and the flowing curtain gently receded to reveal some sort of creature shackled at the neck. Lokk narrowed her eyes, the creature wasn't much different in basic shape than themselves. It had two arms, two legs, and two eyes. It didn't have scales or fur, it had a porous skin, which seemed to be very pale. But there's where the similarities ended. Brown locks fell over her face, hiding must of it's details. She was dressed in white clothes that flowed gently. Toes poked under the dress of the robe, and she seemed to be a tad thin.

The one speaking, a creature of the same type. It's almost amphibious skin was white, yet it held vibrant colors to show it was venomous, and had 5 pairs of legs, three it used to walk. "Shlaasen.", whispered Lokk. What were they doing around Vorka? Didn't they have better places to be in?

The Shlaasen spoke to the creature softly, and she lifted her head and turned away with a glare. As soon as she backed away the chains loosened for her to move around. She held her hands to her chest, took a deep breath of the filtered air, and when she breathed out a sweet sound that calmed the hi-strung audience.

Lokk felt her eyes droop a little as the creature sang. It was calming and soft. She seemed to be in a trance before the tune was replaced with a voice. "MORT!" The translator seemed to have not been programmed with the thing's language, it only distorted what she said.

The Vormun snapped awake to see the creature being held back by the Shlaasen, in her hand she held a sharp knife. Lokk had pushed back her chair but Jalied grabbed her wrist to prevent her form leaping onto the stage herself,"Stop! It's just an act!" he said to her in the loudest whisper he could.

She yanked her arm away with annoyance and sat back down. Staring back at the stage, light focused on it's two performers, she noticed the Shlaasen made no effort to try and poison his supposed attacker. Her nerves calmed a little and the snake-like alien on the stage climbed up a pole that was revealed as another curtain gently receded and the 'attacker' threw it's weapon to the side and jumped backwards , landing on her hands and walking to the side.

Lokk remained in a foul mood as the stage was soon filled with acrobatics. She looked at the glass she was holding and drank some of the liquid. It burned her throat.

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A few hours had passed before the two had left the restaurant. Lokk had become more passive during that time, and was pretty satisfied with what they had eaten. She could forgive the surprise the Zirkusse had given her. Jalied had stayed relatively quiet. She couldn't quite remember why, but she had agreed to stay with Jalied at his Villa for some hours of sleep. Jalied had carried a bottle of of something from the Restaurant. And when they had left he began to speak to her,"While you were gone, an imported drink called Wien was discovered by those shlaasen on their trip to the home planet of those aliens you saw. It does wonders for the mood."

Lokk's antennae perked up, and she quickly wrapped her fingers around his neck, and in a moment the taller Vorcarn seemed to be pinned against the cold, metallic wall of the building towering over them,"You tried to drug me!?" she said to him, feeling suddenly angry... He held his hands up, and looked away from her, fear immediately creeping up his spine,"I did nothing of the sort! Let me go, I did you know wrong.", Lokk's antennae perked up and Jalied turned his head as someone's head popped out of the door. She immediately let him go before the Shlaasen turned around to see them,"Is there any trouble?" it said the two. It was rare a Shlaasen felt the need to learn their language.. It must be a Linguist.

Lokk looked at the snakelike alien, and bowed softly,"It's nothing. Sorry for disturbing you.", Jalied used this chance to move away from the wall, although he knew the Vormun could catch him again if she wanted to.

The Shlaasen retreated it's streamlined head back into the room, making a series of hisses and breathing sounds before closing the door.

Lokk turned to him, seeming to have calmed down, her fingers hidden beneath the purple sleeves of the robe she wore,"Sorry."

Jalied shrugged,"Doesn't matter, lets just go back home for some rest.", he said, and walked out of the Alleyway with the Vormun following closely behind.

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Abshluss was a great marketplace and one of the few space ports that had a significant amount of other species around. It was relatively flat, and took up a horrible amount of space for a city on a moon. There was rarely a tower to be seen. To species that lived on a planet with regular rotation, Vorka would be strange to them. Fifteen hours had passed. It was almost pitch black as it made it's revolution around Irk.

Jalied's liftcar had raced above the very narrow pathways that were made only for walking. Rarely would you see another Liftcar like his, too. The shadow passed over crowds of mixed species and the liftcar flew with a low humming. It slowly stopped in front of an enormous, dome-shaped building.

Probably one of the biggest in Abshluss. It wasn't very tall. The Building was various shades of gray and signs of some rust peeked in between tiles on the Building. It was Breeding Lab 5yB2. The building got a few stares from outside, there seemed to be elevated activity and it attracted a little attention. The doors of the Building were being blocked by more of the Guard. When Lokk and Jalied had climbed up the many steps of the Building to the entrance, two pairs of Vorcarn Guard stepped aside with a small bow and they went inside.

The inside of the building teemed with life, and various Genetic engineers were streaming past them. Lokk noticed there were plenty of Vortians in some places.. They must have chosen this lab because it was easier for their vortian cooperators to help them.

Jalied turned to her and she stopped,"Lokk, I'm afraid I have to leave you here. All Vormun are to wait in room 7Y, down that hall.", he turned away from her and walked off. She nodded quickly and followed his instructions. The ceiling of the hallways arched elegantly, and she noticed that they were a dark turquoise, with cyan lights softly shining down at them. She then looked at the doors; 7Y didn't have a knob, instead it had a small terminal to the right side of the 'door', and a scanner where she put her white hand.

Her palm was scanned in and the door slid open. She walked inside and it slid shut behind her. Inside was a small room almost like an ampitheatre, but smaller and very dark on the inside. All the Vormun were there, talking amongst themselves calmly. There was a large, abstract statue in the middle of the room, donated by some other species...

She moved along the rows of seats and sat down.. She looked to the side to find vexun, his eyes staring blankly into the statue. Vexun was supposedly the only Vorcarn to have ever been accepted by the Meekrob, moreover, they seemed to have been able to share some of their powers with him. However, it was probably with great consequence. Upon his return he was often very quiet, barely speaking to anyone and often seeming to space out. Yet even while so, he was always alert at the same time.

She tapped his shoulder and he turned to her calmly,"Yes?" His eyes were dull, as if in a trance.

"What's going on?" Lokk asked him.

He looked back to the center,"Vortian scientists have been scheduled to come to day to program our fighting styles into the PAKs. But some of them cannot be programmed without extensive research or other methods, so they'll decide which one you can give them and they'll program it. The state has also managed to convince one of the Chain-Prisons to give them Miagas prisoners so that the Irkens can know something about their enemy.", he looked over at the sound of two more doors sliding open and the hiss of pressure being suddenly released. A Vorcarn in a white labcoat followed a Vortian, holding a electronic clipboard. The Vortian seemed to eye them curiously behind goggles. Lokk had heard about them, their eyesight was supposed to be rather poor.

The vortian spoke, her voice was soft, gentle, and femenine,"For Genre evaluation, may all, assuming everyone in these seats are Vormun, please follow me.", the Vortian, balancing herself on their odd legs, soon had a line of Vormun behind her. The noise had died down. Lokk seemed displeased, and she looked to her side, finding Vexun staring at his feet while walking, muttering something, as if he were talking to himself. She spoke to him,"Vexun, don't you find it bothersome that they keep forcing us to do things.. without our consent?"

He stayed silent, furrowing his brows as if someone where scorning him, and looked over to her,"Sorry, Lokk. I suppose it is a bit of a nuisance, but what can we do?"

They were led, like livestock, into another room with many stalls, and the female spoke again,"The data-retrieval booths are categorized by the type of style you will provide us, available for programming.", she bowed lightly and left them.

Lokk traced her fingers over one of the doors, which read in a Vorcarn script: "Sensen", or the fighting style she used with her scythe. It was fairly common, but not as common as "ZeiHalm" Or the style of the twin-swords. That was where vexun was, a scythe was less practical to use, in truth. Next to the entrance was a scythe contained in what appeared to be glass. It was rather dull and barbaric-looking, compared to her own. She placed her hand over the glass, heard an affirmative beeping, and got it out.

The doors opened and she was the first to step inside. The room was completely white. It was less of a room, it was more of a hallway. A hallway in some flawlessly white hospital. The corners were round- Lokk looked down and saw her reflection staring right back at her. She stared at her white face, her hidiously pale eyes. Then she glared and looked to the roof to find a small round dome infiltrating the white, obviously to collect data. A soft voice rang in the white hallway, echoing.

"Please begin."

On cue, a hole seemed to open up about 4 meters away, and a form was brought forth. A Miagas? Lokk observed the creature curiously, she looked somewhat like the weird thing from the Zirkusse, but more furry. The Vormun immediately readied her scythe, waiting for the Miagas to attack. There was a small hissing noise, as if pressure were released.

A few minutes passed, but nothing happened. In fact, there was a soft crying. Lokk looked over her,"Get up, if you're going to die, do it with more dignity.", she said, her eyes quickly turning from curious to cold and her voice would have probably shot needles had it been physically manifested.

The creature looked up, a passionate fire blazing in her eyes,"You know nothing! I did nothing, it was all a set-up. I hate you, and all your wretched kind.", the restraints on her arms were tossed to the side, they must have been released, that must have been the hissing noise. Claws extended from her fingers and she bared her fangs.

Lokk had little time to react, but didn't say a word, the moment the creature leaped forward, she sent the blunt edge of the blade at the cat's torso, knocking her back. Lokk didn't wait for it to fall on the ground, she rushed forward, sending the blade sinking into the creature's chest. A loud shriek reverberated throughout the room, and Lokk slashed open her body, and stepped back, the blade dripping red blood...

The conflict only lasted a few seconds, and the Miagas' fluid spread accross the perfectly white floor, giving the hidious mutilation an aesthetic quality. A robot arm came out, sampling the blood and retreating back into the walls. Lokk stepped back, watching the hole open again, and a second robot arm come out, dragging the corpse down again - a door to the exit opened.

"..That's it?" Lokk muttered to herself, almost disappointed that it was so short. She was certainly surprised. To learn a style - it should take more information gathering than that, surely. She left the scythe in a slot in the wall, on the other side of the hallway, and crossed her arms before looking for Vexun again.

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END! Hopefully I'll get my NEXT chapter up and running soooon!