DISCLAIMER: I don't own Invader Zim or Rainbow Brite, but I do own some stickers!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: There's some fun stuff in here, but it might not be in the right order... I hope you can follow along: I'll try not to make it as confusing as the Kagerou Daze Vocaloid videos! (A.K.A.: Things aren't in chronological order!)
Also...more fun imaginary Irken words than you can shake sticks at! Really! Oh, and a quick note: in my IZ Universe, there were -and still are- many different Irken languages. So don't think that the words I use come from the same ancient Irken language.
CHAPTER 2: "A Walk Down Smolarc-ey Lane"
The Red and Purple Tallests floated out of the room and down the hall. But the little Control-operating Irken followed right beside them, trying to get their attention. Finally, he succeeded.
"But-but-but- MY TALLEST! Bu-but you can't leave! But, I-I mean, what will we do?!" He had no idea what this was about, but he was sincerely worried.
"Well, since when has that ever been a problem!?" Asked the Purple Tallest.
"Look, you know as well as we do that this place can take care of itself! You've got the Contol Brains anyways, so what do you need to worry? We'll be back in a little bit. Just make sure that you don't give our snacks out to anyone else!" Replied the Red Tallest, exaggerating just a little bit.
"Um, well, um..." Mumbled the little Control-operating Irken, who was immediately silenced by this. "Ummm...yes, Sirs...um...uh...um..." He finally mumbled. He had stopped in his pursuit and he let them hover on by themselves.
"Heya! I finally remembered! I finally remembered what this whole fight was all about!" Exclaimed the Purple Tallest. "I was mad at you about smearing some kind-of black-ish stuff all over my cornie!"
"Heh heh, oh, yeah! But I didn't do that! It was like that when it came!" Exclaimed the Red Tallest. "You just got an all-crusty one!"
"Hah! Yeah, right! You mean it was like that when you gave it to me! It was all yicky and it didn't even look like a regular cornie!" Exclaimed Tallest Purple.
"But it was, it had to be, it was given to us by the Snack-Food Preparatory Squad!" Exclaimed Tallest Red.
"Yeah, well, I, yeah-" Started Tallest Purple as he tried to continue the argument, but they had just arrived at the Official Tallest's Almighty Ship air-lock.
"Well, it looks like we're going to have to continue this little argument inside the cockpit! Come on, hop in, an' I'll instruct you on how to drive this thing!" Said Tallest Red, as the air-lock opened for them and he let Tallest Purple get in first.
"Oh, well, whallow-wmalloauw-mumblauoe-awkay..." Mumbled Tallest Purple as he hovered through the annoyingly-slightly-smaller-than-Tallest door.
Tallest Red then kicked him in the leg, and then also hovered into the annoyingly-smaller-than-Tallest door, and locked it behind them. Of course, not manually, oh, no, heaven forbid that one of the Tallest have to actually put forth some kind of physical effort and actually lift a finger! "Computer, lock the door." He said. The computer "tweaked" and complied.
(ME: Okay, sorrys, I just HAD to add that one line! I'll be nice, nows...Oooh! Lookies! A PRETTYFULS FLOWERS! *Is distracted and runs off.*)
"Yes, my Tallest, the door is now locked." Came the male computer-voiced reply.
Once inside the air-lock, the Tallest then opened the next door: a hatch to the much smaller, though still impressively massive, Cruising Ship. As this ship, "The Massive", was originally designed for Almighty Tallest Miyuki, it still had her personal tastes in it; namely the fact that she loved racing and going cruising about the cosmos, which was remarkably convenient for them and their new little "excursion".
Not surprisingly, that was the name of the Cruising Ship. "The Little Excursion".
The two Tallest floated into the ship and made their way to the pilot's chairs. Of which, there were only two. One, a Tallest Pilot's chair, and the other, a normal co-pilot's chair. As was said before, since this ship was made originally for Tallest Miyuki, it only had one Tallest chair. No one had thought to modify this to accommodate two Tallest as well -the current Tallest weren't as interested in flying as Tallest Miyuki had been.
The Tallest immediately set out arguing about who should sit in the Tallest chair.
"I should get it!" -Red
"Yeah, well, I'm OLDER!" -Purple
"I'm TALLER!" -Red
"HAH! THAT'S the DUMBEST thing you could COME UP WITH!" Laughed Tallest Purple, "You and I both know for a certainty that neither of us is any taller than the other!"
There was silence for a moment as Tallest Red blinked at this. "What?"
"I mean, 'we're both the same height'."
"Oh. Well, why didn't you just say so?" Tallest Purple was about to protest to this, when Tallest Red continued, "And anyway, I should get the big pilot's chair, because I actually remember how to fly this thing!"
"YEAH, but, I'm all so much PURPLER that you!"
The two of them stared off into space for a moment, then they both said, "Ro Sham Bo" and "Rock Paper Scissors" at the same time.
"What? You know that won't work with us!" Exclaimed the Red Tallest.
"Then why Rock, Paper, Scissors? I mean, it's not like we can even play with only two fingers!" Said the Purple Tallest, holding up his hand for emphasis.
"Okay, then, we'll make it up! Here're the new rules!" Replied Tallest Red.
"Why do we have to do this?" Asked Tallest Purple.
"Because we can't decide who should be sitting in the big chair, here, remember?"
"Heh, heh, oh yeah..."
"Okay, then! Curled fingers means rock, straight fingers means paper, and wiggley fingers means scissors! You got it?" Tallest Red demonstrated.
"Curley-ed, rock, wiggley, scissors, straight, paper. Okay, I got it!"
"Good! Then..."
They both chanted as they pounded their fingers into their, uh, other fingers.
"Rock! Paper! Scissors!"
On "scissors" they both showed their choice.
Tallest Purple had "paper" and Tallest Red had "scissors".
The Purple Tallest looked up at the Red Tallest and sort-of grinned, "Um...best two out of three?"
Two more finger-pounding rounds later, the Purple Tallest, grinning at his victory like a cheshire cat, took his seat in the Tallest Pilot's chair, whilest the Red Tallest, groaning something about 'always cheating', took his place next to him, in the co-pilot's chair.
"Okay! First, we're going to have to enable the flight-sensors, turn on the engines, turn off the navigational drive, just in case any one tries to track us, and then turn the fluid in the engines at a 90-degree angle and set the flute-sets at maximum speed, then we'll try an' turn on the deck-plating in order to increase gravity while we're disobeying the laws of physics, and put all of the micro-waves into the radiation transformer in order to increase wave-lengths. Are we ready?" (-ME: Long, only partially-believable string of Science-fictioney-junk. You may all laugh now.)
The Purple Tallest just blinked and stared at the other Tallest. "Um...what?" Apparently he'd forgotten all his schooling once he'd become a Tallest.
The Red Tallest groaned and slapped his hand on his forehead. "Just-...nevermind, I'll just reach over and do it-"
"Wha- hey, wait a minute! I thought I was flying this!" Objected the Tallest Purple as Tallest Red reached over his console and pushed some buttons.
"I'm only doing the starting sequence because you can't do it!" Explained Tallest Red.
"Oh. Well, then, um..." Tallest Purple trailed off. Then, as Tallest Red was finishing his adjustments, he finally remembered what he was going to say, "So, when do I get to drive?"
Tallest Red sighed, "As soon as we get out of the Armada's reach."
"Yay!"
As they flew away from the Armada, the Red Tallest and the Purple Tallest -well, sort-of the Purple Tallest- made sure that no one else knew where they were going.
While the Red Tallest took care of the communications deferring, the Purple Tallest pwoiked in their destination. "Next stop on the Tall-list, the outer system of the Plinoo-laries!"
Their ship lurched and rumbled, the Irken equivalent to a resonator, and then it shot forward into SUPER-space!, which is the fastest of speeds imaginable.
(ME: Are ya'll gonna' say it with me?...LUDICROUS SPEED!)
They both commenced screaming in incredible, sheer terror as they rocketed forward into the darkness of space.
Finally, the ship dropped out of SUPER-space!, and just as suddenly stopped. The two Tallest were thrown forwards into the controls, despite the fact that this ship had gravity-compensators. Actually, this ship had been designed by Tallest Miyuki's specific instructions not to have as much gravity compensation or shock-wave compensation, in order to achieve the highest amount of fun possible while flying. 'Cause she loved racing!
"Whhhraaaachhhhggghhhh!" Moaned the Tallest as they lifted themselves up painfully from the bottoms of the seats.
"What was that we just hit!?" Exclaimed the Purple Tallest weakly.
"I-I don't think we kit-eh, hit anything, it was just the rebound from the SUPER-space! engine stopping," Replied the Red Tallest, also weak.
They suddenly sat up straight and looked into the screen.
"H-Hey, do you think we're here?!" Exclaimed Tallest Red, immediately recovered.
"Hey, yeah! We are!" Exclaimed Tallest Purple, also immediately recovered.
"YAAAYYY!" They both cheered, waving their arms around above their heads.
"Now we can finally get on to our real destination!" Said Tallest Red, pointing into the air.
"TO...REFR-" Tallest Red instantly clamped his hand over Tallest Purple's mouth.
"SSSHHH! The walls have ears..." The Red Tallest looked around nervously. The Purple Tallest also looked around to see what he was looking at.
...
"Aaaooowww!..." Moaned the computer in disappointment.
The two Tallest looked at the other like they were a complete idiot, then Tallest Red took his hand off the other's mouth. "See?" He said, glaring over at one control panel.
They both kept silent as they pwunched in the new coordinates. As soon as they punched them in, they shot forward again into space, but this time they only kept it at Better-space speed. (ME: I figured "Hyper-space" would be too cliche`. But Better-space is the equivalent of Hyper-space.)
A few microwavable red-hot pepper tamales later, they reached the small, orbiting planetoid that still somehow remained unnoticed, orbiting around their own sun. The sun itself was a small, white dwarf called Prai, which basically means "The Sun". The small orbiting planetoid resembled their own world, Irk, in that it had a pink and reddish sky with streaks of whitish- and purplish-clouds, and an atmosphere that resembled lightning strikes, with a nice, triple set of light purple rings which rotated up and down and around the planet. The three moons of Irk could be seen from the little planetoid.
(T/P: P- Prai sounds like "Pry", as in, "to pry a door open".)
They flew down swiftly, remembering to stay incognito for this planet's secrecy's sake, and landed in the middle of a large field. It was a pale-red dusty field, with deep, purpley-reddish plants covering it which bore pale green flowers. The plants had long stems and very little leaves -in fact, they were virtually naked. They stepped out of the typically-colored Irken craft of dark purple, pink, and red, and stopped to take in the familiar sights, sounds and smells of the land they all missed oh-so-much, for a brief, yet long moment.
That one brief, yet long moment just wasn't long enough, because just as they were enjoying it, who came running up the long Smolarc Lane but Vital Green. The Tallest both moaned in annoyance at being disturbed, and hovered over to the small road named Smolarc Lane to meet him. They both stared down at the Irken who was about above their waist-height, and who was now doubled-over, panting from running.
The Tallest will now be referred to by their names.
"Hey," said Rodger Red.
"Hi," said Violent Purple.
After he finally made a last gasp for air, "M-My Tallest! Heya! It's so nice to see you! Thank goodness you're here!" He saluted respectfully. Then they dropped the manners like a big, red brick.
The Tallest laughed. And Vital Green laughed. And then they all stopped laughing.
~~~A GOOD OL' MEMORY TRIP!~~~
Violent Purple walked up to the Smolor Keenta'h. The other Smolor Smeeches were inside. They were all standing around talking, relatively harmlessly. He giggled to himself as he thought of his latest idea of getting himself in trouble. He walked in through the doors.
(T/P: T- "Keenta'h"- Castle. It's short for another, much longer word, "Keenatahurewita", which basically means, "the castle which is the palace where the main rulers of this place live" or something like that. P- Keen-tah)
Lovely Yellow called to him, "Heya, Violent! Come on over here! We got something we wanna' talk to you about!"
"Huh?" Looking up, and hoping that it wasn't about him, he wandered on over to the beckoning Lovely Yellow arm. He eventually made it to the group, looking around shiftily in his normal mode. He paid attention as was his usual fashion, with lots of suspicious observations and hopeful listening, because he always was looking for trouble.
"Heya, Violent Purple! What are you gonna' think about this? We've just got a brand-new idea for the collections of the Smolor Crystals, and we're wantin' to know what you think!" Explained Braaaiiins Blue. He had light, green-blue eyes and a very LARGE head. It put Dib and Invader Spleen's heads to shame. So very truly. Ah-yups.
Violent put on his dumb, innocent, wide-eyed look. Which wasn't far from the truth, actually. Well, all except for the innocent part. "And just what do you think I would know about any of that technical junk?" He asked stupidly, hoping for a confrontation.
And, of course, Braaaiiins Blue knew this, so he just let it be and instead said, "We just thought you might have some ideas we didn't think about."
Violent Purple, although slightly diffused by the idea that he didn't cause a fight, suddenly perked up at the fact that they wanted his opinions. Everybody likes to be included. He excitedly prattled on, wondering about what it was.
Braaaiiins Blue finally stopped him, and Vital Green told him to calm down, while Braaaiiins explained it.
Sometime after the long-winded explanation, when Violent and the rest were expressing their opinions, the doors to the Keenta'h opened once again, revealing Rodger Red and his little sprite, Jolly.
"Hey!" Was the general greeting as he walked in. "Heya, guys! What's the scoops?"
Violent grinned a little, as this was just his chance to get into a little violence!
"Oh, heh, nothing! We're just reviewing the new idea for the smolor crystals that Braaaiiins Blue is excited and won't quit talking about," explained Vital Green.
Violent walked over the couple of steps to Rodger and posed his question, "So, you don't know about the scoops here, do you?"
Rodger, being that he was always the strong and commanding type, was immediately taken in by this and said, "Just what do you mean I don't know the scoops around here!?"
"Oh, is that so?" Said Violent, taking a couple of steps coyly. "You just think you're so HOPTHS, DON'T YOU!?" He suddenly exclaimed, pointing.
"WHAT!? Just WHAT in the FLARFS are you SAYING!?" Exclaimed Rodger Red.
(T/P: T- "Flarfs"- Plural form of Flarf. A type of flower. It's like saying "poppies". P- Sounds like "Narf!")
A very faint voice of either Plucky Pink or possibly Evil Orange could be heard saying, "Oh, no, not again..."
"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING!" Exclaimed Violent, not really sure himself of what he was saying.
"YOU'RE JUST AN ANNOYING LITTLE SNOOFS!" Shouted Rodger angrily.
"BRING IT ON, WIENER!" Shouted Violent.
(T/P: T- "Snoofs"- sort-of like the word "brat", only it pertains to a child who likes to fight a lot. P- "Snoofs", sounds like "snoopy".)
And with that, they both dove into the fight, beating and whacking on each other, biting and scratching, while the other Smolor Smeeches looked on boredly, until, finally, Smolarc Radiance walked through the doors.
"He-You guys, just what's going on here!?" Said Smolarc as she walked in.
"Oh, heya, Smolarc!" Said Rodger and Violent, having stopped in mid-battle like cartoon characters.
"And what are you guys doing this time!?" Asked Smolarc, tapping her foot. She wasn't actually mad at them fighting, but she still asked.
"I insinuated that he doesn't know what's goin' on around here!" Said Violent cheerfully.
"And he was undermining my authority!" Exclaimed Rodger, mad, but still pretty cheerful also.
"What authority? You don't even have any authority!" Replied Smolarc.
"Heh heh heh, oh yeah...!" Said Rodger thoughtfully, scratching the back of his head.
"Heh! Well, you have fun, boys!" Smolarc said happily, and waved as she walked over to the other Smolor Smeeches.
"Whuh? You're not mad?" Asked Rodger, surprised. He wasn't surprised that she wasn't mad, but the way that she had demanded information made it appear as if she was.
"Nah, I just like to know all what's goin' on around here!" She said, smiling, and then she went to talking with the rest of the group.
Violent and Rodger, after a few moments of silence, looked at each other, shrugged, then began the fight again.
~~~THE END OF A GOOD OL' MEMORY TRIP!~~~
"So, what's the big scoops?" Asked Rodger Red. He always liked using that word. Apparently, it seemed rather reminiscent of dookie.
Vital Green just smiled a bit at the old use of words, but then he got back on topic, "I'm sorry, mym-um, Rodger Red, Violent Purple, but there's something very wrong!"
"So, then, what is it?" Asked Violent Purple, rather annoyed that he wasn't getting right to the point.
"J-Just, well, come with me!" Said Vital Green, much more nervous about explaining what was going on. Of course, he'd already told them about it, but they -OBVIOUSLY- wanted more information.
They walked and, erm, floated, down the long, bending Smolarc Lane that went throughout the length of Refraction Land, breaking off into smaller lanes as it went.
~~~AAANNND ANOTHER GOOD OL' MEMORY TRIP!~~~
Rodger hid among the rocks, trying to hide away from the sun. It was very bright, way too bright for any smeech in their right minds to be out in. And he wasn't stupid!
Just then, an odd, little fluffy thing that had antenna with star shapes at the ends and striped limbs came hoppling up. "Heya!"
Rodger leapt about 10 feet in the air, which was impressive, considering the fact that the small over-hang of rock that he was hiding under was just over his head. "WWYAAAARRAAAHGH!"
"Woop! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you there! Say, are you the brand-new Red Smolor Smeech we just got?" The little red thingy waved apologetically. It appeared to be talking in a high, un-recognizable voice and language, or maybe it was just a dialect, but he somehow could understand him.
Rodger just stared at him, dumbfoundedly, and said, "Uuummmmm..."
"Well, good! It's about time! We've gotta' get goin'! We're going to be late for the Keenta'h! Follow me!" Said the little red floofy thingy again, then he turned and started to walk away. (Keenta'h basically means palace, remember?)
"H-hey! W-wai-no! Heya, wait a minute! I can't go out there! I'm just a smeech! I'll get burned to death!" Exclaimed Rodger, an outstretched arm trying to command attention.
"Huh? W-wey, oh, yeah, I almost forgot! You don't have it yet. Okay, then, um...man, and I didn't bring any of my blankets. Oh, well! I guess you'll just have to dash from one shade-cover to another," Replied the little fluffy thingy absentmindedly.
"WH-WH-WHAT!? But, I can't! The light's already starting to hurt my eyes, and if I don't get back into a cave or something dim quickly, it's bound to render me blii~iinnd!" Rodger exclaimed loudly, pointing to his red eyes.
"Pssh! Oh, come ON, man! Don't be such a cry-baby! We're all here to bring color and light to the entire world, and YOU'RE complaining about a little dash to the shade? Come on, man! We've got places to go, people to fit, and we haven't got all day! So, are you in or not!?"
Rodger suddenly remembered why in the heck he was even here. Oh, yeah! He was supposed to help to bring color to the entire planet, he was supposed to be doing something important! Not just standing around here being helpless! "W-well, uhm, alright! But just don't think I'm going to go and get myself killed! I've got a job to do, y'know?!" He said, standing tall and striding confidently to the edge of the shadow.
"Oh, no, heaven forbid!" Mumbled the fluffy little red thing.
"What was that you just said?" Rodger asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing! Nothing! Let's just get going, alright? I told the wife and two of my three kids that I'd be home in time to help them set things up for the smolor crystals mining, and I don't want to be late!" He said quickly, then picked up a very brisk pace over to the closest area of shade, a little shade-booth in the field, where he waited, gesturing theatrically to it.
Rodger ran over there quickly, all the while thinking that if he ever had to have one of those little furry things around him, then he hoped that it was a much more good-humored, cooler one than this short, middle-aged stick in the mud!
After several painful dashes from shade to shade, they finally made it into the fluffy little creature's town, where many other structures were, things like shops and stuffs. Rodger, after painfully stumbling into the last dwelling, finally stopped, panting. He hoped that he'd never have to go to any place that bright again!
The fluffy little red ball of floof was talking to another, this one a very light pink shade of fluff, who was probably the owner of the store. Rodger sat down on a small chair to catch his breath. It was at this point that he noted something very weird about the place. All of these little homes and stores were just about his size, if not a little bigger. He didn't even think that a grown Irken could fit inside one without hitting his head on the ceiling, or, at the very shortest, ducking. And to him this seemed very odd.
Then the little red ball of floof, of whom Rodger had yet to ask his name, came back to him and said, in a very surprising turn of events, "Okay, Red! It's time to get you fitted for your new clothes!"
Rodger just looked and stared up at him in silence. Finally, he said carefully, "What?"
The little fluffy red ball of floof just walked over to a little pedestal setting in front of a couple of mirrors and pointed over to it, while picking up a couple of red shirts and things hanging on racks.
He, Rodger, finally got the point, and very carefully approached the pedestal, blinking and covering his eyes when the little bits of light in the room reflected off of the mirrors.
After a very long time of picking out things, Rodger finally decided on a shirt with jagged, uneven stripes of red, pink, and orange, with 3/4 sleeves, and some red pants, also 3/4. He also got a pair of red, shiny gloves and boots, respectively, and then, when they were done, they walked out (without even paying! Although, upon later observation, they obviously didn't use moneys) and dashed through the little bits of shade along the little street of shops.
While they were dashing, Rodger also found some jewelry and stuffs, and, as he'd always liked shiny things (if you see the pic of him, he looks like a pirate!) he got some bracelets, and a belt that didn't do the work of a belt, but hung down and was supported by straps to the pants, which he hung some more shiny things onto it. He also got a little dark red head-thingy that had lots of little shiny things hanging down from it and three black things looping over it. He had no idea what it was, but it was cool.
After this, they finally made their way to the Keenta'h. It was when they were almost there that Rodger, suddenly considering his condition, realized that his eyes and his skin were getting rather used to the light. He became scared when he realized this, because those were the signs of his eyes and his skin's deterioration from exposure to the outside. And if his internal body temperature failed to stay at the necessary cooler temperature, then he could begin to die.
And, needless to say, this was very nerve-wracking for him. I mean, he'd just got there and already he was starting to die! I mean, SHEEESH! What kind-of story WAS THIS!? *Author gets whacked for straying on the narration.* Well, anyways, ACHEMS, he was very concerned about this.
After one long and final dash through the open through the Keenta'h doors, they finally arrived in the relatively dark, and cool-ish Keenta'h. Rodger leaned against the doors and breathed in a sigh of relief. Then, he got to thinking. And, being a smeech, this took a little longer than it would for an adult, but he finally realized, 'Hey, no, wait a minute! If I'm supposed to bring color and light to the entire planet, how can I do that if I'm just a smeech!? I mean, I'm practically melting just from being outside just now!'
It was at about this time that down the long, descending, circular set of colored platforms (made for jumping from one to the other) came a light green-blue eyed smeech that was wearing mostly blue, and who had the most incredibly, and inexplicably, LARGE head!
~~~AAANNND THE END OF ANOTHER GOOD OL' MEMORY TRIP!~~~
Violent Purple suddenly began to laugh on his way down Smolarc Lane with Rodger Red and Vital Green. "Heh, heh, heh, hey! Do-*snicker* do you guys remember the very first time that I ever played in the greena-gloobs with you guys?"
The other two began laughing immediately, "Hyeh, heh, heh, YEAH! And th-then-*snicker* and then I pushed it over you!*Laughs*" Rodger Red reminisced.
"W-when-*laughing* when you finally came to, you were all red and blue!" Added Vital Green.
"*Laughing* And it took me almost a whole day to comb all of that greena-glooes out of my hair!" Violent Purple finished.
"I didn't even know you had hair!" Said Vital Green in a funny voice; the old joke made them all laugh even harder.
"And I bet you'd have to shove it in it, too!" Said Rodger Red, voicing his old joke as well.
(A/N: No, their conversation doesn't make sense. Just go with it.)
They all laughed even more, and finally Violent Purple said, as he wiped a tear out of his eye, "Ah, you meeps! Now that's what I remember, you know what I'm sayin'?" The others nodded, "M-huhm!"
(T/P: T- "Meeps"- Guys. Like saying, "oh, you guys!" P- It's just "meep!" with an "s"!)
(T/P: T- "Greena-gloobs" and "greena-glooes"- A pale, yellowey-green substance that makes up the whole of Irk. The stuff is found in different forms and of different consistencies all over the planet, and it is said that the Irkens were actually made from this stuff. The kind they were talking about is of a globular consistency, thin enough to swim around in and fun to play in. "Greena-gloobs" refers to the pond-like "puddles" of the stuff, while "greena-glooes" refers to the stuff after it is removed from it. EX: We played in the pond/greena-gloobs and I got water/greena-glooes all over my new shoes! P- Green-uh-gloobs, green-uh-glues)
"Oh, meeps, it looks like we're already up to the Yellow Shops street!" Said Violent Purple as he pointed at the sign that was standing right in front of them.
"ARRGGG! You know what? That stupid act sure did work for starting fights whenever you were younger, but WHY, then, do you STILL use it whenever you're OLDER? AND A TALLEST, FOR JUMP'S SAKE!?" Exclaimed Vital Green, in an explosion that he had been wanting to get out for quite a long while. Ever since they became the Tallest, actually.
(T/P: T- "Jump" -It's my own joke on "Jimminy Cricket". Don't ask. *Wiggles eyebrows.* P- It's just the word "jump".)
"Er, heh, hee heh, heh, hee heh, heh..." Violent Purple laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.
"What act?" Grinned Rodger Red.
Violent Purple, ashamed that he couldn't actually counter Vital Green's accusation, just smiled and kept his mouth shut.
After quite a few moments of uneasy silence and a few nervous giggles, Vital Green finally said, "Ah, I see...!" After which both Vital Green and Violent Purple stayed silent for a while as they walked along the Yellow Shops street on their way to the Keenta'h.
~~~YET ANOTHER GOOD OL' MEMORY TRIP!~~~
The green-blue-eyed smeech with the incredibly large head, wearing mostly blue, came hopping down the circular set of platforms. These were also colored in rainbow range of colors, and he stopped when he was on a blue one to look at them. He turned his head to the side, as if assessing Rodger, and then said, "Well, is this the new Smolor Smeech? It is, isn't it?!" He hopped down the platforms some more, until he ended up at the end, still not yet at the floor. "What's your name, Foolpfh?"
Rodger blinked: the word that he'd just used was only in use with the Green Rippik people, but he was sure that this guy was from a different place.
Another voice rang out, almost behind him, coming from an orange-eyed...smaraat? "Oh, don't mind him. Braaaiiins Blue likes to use words from many different places; research is like a game to him!"
(T/P: "Smaraat" Ancient Irken word for "girl". Newer version has one less "a".)
"Heya, Blues-blues, what's the weather?" Asked Braaaiiins Blue with a sardonic sting; it was almost as if he didn't like her. Since the Blues-blues were known for their weather-research, this wasn't so confusing.
"I'm not truly evil, but I am Evil Orange, and I'm from the Blues-blues section of the planet, as Braaaiiins Blue has already mentioned. Though, I'm not actually from the Blues-blues peoples. I'm from the Itiniolik Dark-peoples Tribe...yes, I know, the evil one."
The look on Rodger's face from her natural and casual manner had turned from relaxed to slightly freaked-out at the mention of her Itiniolik Dark-peoples Tribe. The almost casual manner she had now seemed arrogant; though he couldn't tell quite which feeling he should respect. He decided against those feelings, and straightened himself up a bit. "*Achem* I'm from the Triisconiam Land Trees tribe." After seeing that they were listening attentively, "And my name's Rodger."
"Well! Yet another one from the Triisconiam Land Trees tribe! Welcome! Oh, don't worry about it, you'll meet 'em." Evil Orange's casual manner had once again put him off-balance. She seemed calm and non-threatening, even...nice?! Evil wasn't at all as evil as her name suggested.
"Yes, well! Our names are representative of what colors we're in charge of... From the looks of it, you'll be the Red Smolor Smeech...!" Braaiiins Blue was now leaning in to examine him. "Hmph! Well, I can only guess that, but..." Just as Rodger was about to affirm that red was indeed what he wanted to be in charge of, Evil Orange spoke up.
"And, it looks like even Lovely Yellow's come to see the what's what!" Braaaiiins Blue turned to his left to see, and Rodger followed his gaze.
"Heya, guys! What's up?!" Lovely Yellow came bounding over from a large, open glass window with doors set into it. It appeared to have a garden behind it.
"Heya! We're welcoming the new Smolor Smeech! His name's Rodger!" Braaaiiins Blue didn't even let Rodger introduce himself. His entire demeanor changed. Evil Orange either didn't care, or she liked Lovely Yellow just as much as he did.
"Welcome, I'm Lovely Yellow!" She said, smiling. Having bright yellow eyes, it was hard not to look at her. She also was wearing a slightly complicated outfit with lots of spikes; just about as complicated as the outfit Rodger had chosen for himself! Her antenna stuck out of her bright yellow hat, and they bobbed somehow happily with her bouncing steps. "Hi, nice to meet you!"
"Y-you, too." Was all Rodger could really say. He wondered why she seemed to put him off-balance. She was so...what was the word...? Smaraatineg! That was the word! She was just so smaraatineg, that it was sort-of weird! He liked her as much as the others, he supposed, but also was inclined to hide behind a fort and declare it off-limits to all smaraats. Considering that they all had to work together, he wondered why that thought had entered his head. So he promptly pushed it out and thought of other things.
(T/P: "Smaraatineg" an Ancient Irken word for "girly".)
"You're just a bam of energy, aren't you?!" Replied Evil Orange with a grin.
"Oh, well, you know..." Lovely Yellow looked slightly embarrassed, but was acting as if she wasn't.
"Hey, so, what were you up to out there?!" Asked Braaaiiins Blue. Rodger immediately decided that he disliked him. Really, so excited over a smaraat! They had to work together, and he didn't have any sense!
He decided he'd have to enforce some discipline around here, if their leader wouldn't mind it.
~~~THE END OF THAT MEMORY TRIP!~~~
Finally the trio of Roger Red, Violent Purple, and Vital Green had reached the Smolor Keen'ta. They stared up in awe at its majestic, simple beauty and suddenly realized...
"HEY!" Yelled Purple, "It's not as big as I remember it!"
"Well, yeah~!" Stated Red simply, "WE'RE not as SMALL as you remember, are we?!" Purple pouted because he didn't get annoyed by his stupid act.
"Well, we aren't either, for that matter!" Came another voice from off to the side. It was Evil Orange, come in her Communications' Inspector Officer uniform. Lovely Yellow was right beside her, in her stylized uniform, indicative of her work in making jewelry and other stuff. It seemed as if they'd crawled out from the front doors of the Smolor Keen'ta.
"Evil Orange, Lovely Yellow! Great to see you could make it," Vital Green greeted the both of them equally, even though he still found the color orange creepy; he never was one to ignore his fellow Smolor Smeeches. They had been just as close as family, and they'd all looked out for one another, right up to the end. They still were! Even when Faint was demoted to a Janitorial Drone, they all made sure she was taken care of.
"Looks like the gang's all here, eh?" Replied Lovely Yellow.
"Hey, Lovely!" Greeted Violent Purple.
"Your new job workin' out?" Asked Rodger Red.
"Looks like you've grown," commented Vital Green.
"That's what you always say," replied Lovely Yellow, rolling her eyes at the guys' seeming inability to form coherent sentences in front of her. At least when they were smeeches it wasn't strange -but now that they were adults, they could at least ACT like they could carry on a conversation!
~~~ANOTHER AMAZINGLY AMAZING MEMORY TRIP!~~~
Evil Orange ran up to a window. So far as Rodger had found out, she had the joy of taking care of the rarest and creepiest of colors, orange, and equally rare, orange eyes. But, despite her name, she was a very nice girl, although a bit of a tom-boy.
Lovely Yellow ran to a window as well. She wasn't a tom-boy, as far as he could tell; nor was she creepy. "Hey, you guys! Smolarc's back!" Called Lovely Yellow to the others.
The others looked up from their stations at her lovely call. (-ME: Okay, I promise, no more jokes like that!) They were in the Keent'h at their computing stations, regulating the colors of the prism. But now they joyously looked up from their stations and dropped what they were doing to run out to meet Smolarc Radiance.
Rodger, who'd been standing by the doors, waiting for something to happen -what, he didn't know- piqued up and said, "What, is that the leader?"
"Uh-huh!" Nodded Evil Orange, who was at the window beside him. Lovely Yellow was at the other lovely window on the other side of the doors. (-ME: Okay, I couldn't help myself! *Gets whacked suddenly* ACK!)
Smolarc Radiance came flying down, not on a horse on a rainbow (like Rainbow Brite), but on a large, ant-like creature with two wings that glowed in the colors of the rainbow. There was no actual "rainbow", but a bright, sparkling, light extended from the top of the castle and up into the pink sky. Where it went, nobody could see, just a long, sparkling, shining, bright light which sparkled in the different colors as it rose up. Smolarc and her ant-like ride landed, and its wings stopped glowing. The "wings" were actually nonexistent -just two small pieces of exoskeleton extending from the back, where the wings should have been attached to.
Smolarc jumped down, just in time to be greeted by the other Smolor Smeeches as they ran out of the Keent'h. Lovely Yellow, Evil Orange, and Braaaiiins Blue. Rodger hadn't yet received his Red Pak, a special Smolor Pak that all the Smolor Smeeches had, so he stayed inside the doors and watched. Apparently, it helped them stay out in the light without burning to death. Another, purple-eyed smeech came running up as she landed, too. Rodger was too busy focusing on Smolarc to notice him.
"Smolarc! Smolarc! Guess what?!" Exclaimed the other kids excitedly.
"What, what is it?" Asked Smolarc, laughing as they all jumped around her. She had pink eyes and curly antenna with two small bows on each one, and a lavender circle with a white, three-pointed star-shaped tattoo on her left cheek.
"There's a new Smolor Smeech!" Exclaimed Evil Orange.
"Really?" -Smolarc Radiance
"Yeah!" -Lovely Yellow
"It's a new Red Smolor Smeech, named Rodger," explained Braaaiiins Blue, once he could get a word in edge-wise.
"Really? That's great! Then we just have two more to go, right guys?" Said Smolarc happily.
"Oooh, a red one? I can't WAIT to beat him~!" Said the purple Smolor Smeech sneakily.
"Now, now, Violent, no fighting! ...At least not until I get him his Red Pak!" Said Smolarc, waving a finger at the Purple one.
"Aohhaawwwhh~!" Moaned Violent Purple, feigning sadness.
Smolarc and the others stepped inside the Keent'h, where she introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Smolarc Radiance, and I'm in charge of the Smolor Smeeches. We help bring color to the world! You're gonna' be our new Red Smolor Smeech, right?"
"Erm...ah, yeah. And my name's Rodger."
"It's nice to meet you, Rodger. Hey, Evil, will you run an' get the Red Smolor Pak for him?" Said Smolarc, but just then a little red sprite came running up with it.
"Here it is!" Said Lovely Yellow.
"Great! Thanks, Jolly," Smolarc said to the small red sprite who'd volunteered. She took the Red Pak from him and presented it to Rodger. "Rodger, it's my privilege to present you with your very own Red Smolor Pak! This pak will allow you to stay out in the light without getting burnt! It's okay, it won't bite," she added as she observed Rodger eyeing it warily. "Now, Rodger, turn around and let me put it on you."
Rodger turned around allowed the "pak" to be placed against his back. There was a warm glow of light, and he just turned his head enough to see Smolarc Radiance's Pak glowing brightly as she said, "Now hold still." A beam of red light shot out and for a moment he almost thought that he was going to die -until he realized that the light wasn't burning him, it was just pleasantly warm. After a small moment it stopped, and he felt a strange sudden weight against his shoulders. He leaned up to realize that it didn't go away, and after almost toppling down -much the others' amusement- he found that it was actually the Pak that was stuck against his back!
"Welcome to the Smolor Smeeches, Rodger Red!" Exclaimed Smolarc happily. The others cheered. Rodger, now "Rodger Red", began to grin as he was congratulated and welcomed.
'Well,' he thought to himself, 'This is more like it!'
After all the excitement had died down, Rodger Red spotted Violent Purple. "HEY!" He suddenly shouted and pointed. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked from one to the other.
"Oh yeah...you're right! He DOES look a lot like you!" Evil Orange realized after a moment.
"A lot?! It's like lookin' into a mirror!" Replied Smolarc Radiance.
Rodger Red walked up to Violent Purple, who was looking all around, and hoping for a fight. "Heya! How come you got the same face as I do?!"
Violent Purple replied, "Really? Oh, heh! Yeah, I do! Hey, you wanna' fight?" He had a gleam in his eye as he asked this.
"Um...no. Where are you from?" Asked Rodger.
"I'ma refugee~ from the Triisconiam Land Trees tribe!" Said Violent with a funny voice.
"Really? So am I!" Exclaimed Rodger happily.
"Wow! We must be cousins!" Exclaimed Violent.
"*-_-*..." Rodger fixed him with a steady glare.
"What?" Asked Violent.
"..." Rodger just kept staring.
"'WHAT?', I SAY!" Shouted Violent finally, losing patience.
"I am standing here, staring at an idiot." Said Rodger flatly, then whacked Violent over the head. "I THINK IT'S A LITTLE MORE THAN COUSINS, YOU IDIOT!"
Violent rubbed his head, but grinned, "Really? You mean like brothers?"
Rodger replied, "Er, yeah, I think. Only I can't remember my siblings very well..." He trailed off thoughtfully.
"Hm...yeah, me, neither!..." He also trailed off in thought.
Rodger then suddenly shrugged, "Oh, well! Then I guess we must be twins or something!"
"YAAAYY TWINS! Now HUG me!" Exclaimed Violent, arms in the air, pushing closer for a hug.
Rodger responded angrily, pushing Violent away, "Not on your LIFE, you lil' mugger!"
Violent Purple just pounced on him in response. They both gave way to fighting.
~~~THE END OF THE LAST MEMORY TRIP!~~~
"We're kind-of in the middle of a really strange situation, so if you guys wouldn't MIND, we'll all go into the Smolor Keenta'h and we'll explain! So, come on! Into the Keenta'h-" Evil Orange was just pushing Lovely Yellow into said Smolor Keenta'h (Color Castle) when she looked back and realized the two tallest guys were now going to have a hard time with that. "Well...! Just turn off your hover-jets in your big PAKs and squeeze on in...!"
"Uhm...given that their size is just a little bit too big, even for the double-doors, uhm...!" Vital Green started, pointing to said doors. They were less than the height of a small Irken, and were obviously not going to fit an Almighty Tallest, unless they contorted.
"Okay... Oh! I've got it! You can come in through those big doors around back by the atrium!" Happy with her deductive-reasoning, Evil Orange pounded a fist into her other hand. "That'll work!" She and Lovely Yellow squeezed back into the Smolor Keenta'h and called back, "We'll see you in there!"
The three looked at each other, then Violent Purple and Rodger Red both sighed at the same time. Vital Green said, "Uhhh, don't worry! I'll come along and help!"
"Thanks," sighed Violent Purple, still thinking of the way they'd have to hop over the outer wall of the atrium, avoid the plants and other things, then try and see if the large glass doors which usually could fold up even to three times their size were still capable of movement. "I think we'll need it."
"Yeah, I wonder if they actually still have those large, folding-glass doors?" Added Rodger Red, mind running along the same lines as his fraternal twin. Despite their different eye-color, they looked alarmingly-alike. Even up to their height!
"Whatever, let's just get this over with!" Replied Violent Purple, following after Vital Green as he hovered on ahead. Violent Purple's strange turn-around in behavior was not lost on Rodger Red, who just shook his head with a smirk. He'd been around that guy for so long: he knew when he was putting up a front.
~~~ANOTHER, MUCH MORE RECENT, MEMORY-TRIP!~~~
"UuuuWAAAAHHHHH!" Violent Purple and Rodger Red screamed as they fell down the weird shaft. They stopped, but only for a moment, before the tube opened up beneath them and deposited them harmlessly on the floor. They'd been released into a strange, metallic-and-technologically-advanced version of a Smeech Cave in pitch-darkness. Then the dim little lights came on, scaring them for their little Smolor PAK-less lives, until they'd realized that it wasn't actually hurting them. "HUH!?" They'd both shouted.
"Wh-wh-where are we?!" Exclaimed Violent Purple.
"Now where'd that stupid Judge Gloom or Doom or whatever its infernal name is, drop us off at?!" Exclaimed Rodger Red. Despite their typical natures, they were at a loss when it came to this type of technological place. "There's a lot of light, but it's not the same as a Smeech Cave's phosphorescent smee-mach," he observed, hoping it'd help them to pin-point the exact place.
"Th-the-wh-wh-what if a FLOR-BEAST comes, or, OR! And a Flonflon!" Exclaimed Violent Purple. While he was normally itching for a confrontation, he really hated being left in the dark -figuratively- and wished that someone, even Rodger Red, would give him some instruction.
"We-we just need to, to, uh! Relax, and everything will work-uoh, uh...!" Rodger Red had been trying to calm his brother down, but when he looked and saw a weird little robot staring at him, that's when he lost it.
"WHAAAAHHHH!" Screamed Violent Purple.
"UuuhhHHH WHAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!?" Screamed Rodger Red. The thing shot out a weird little laser to scan them, and then retracted its claws and said something.
{Unprocessed smeets; preparing for extraction.} It said, raising its odd little robot claws up in the air at them. And, strangely enough, it wasn't this that frightened them.
It was the voice which boomed out of thin air that had. {Not necessary. Unprocessed smeets are genetically unmodified. Return to duty. They will be taken to the Control Brain for Special Review.} The two little smeeches yelled loudly at that. {Do not fear, smeets. You'll be taken care of.}
It wasn't as if those words were really threatening. It was the way they were said: to these two who hadn't known the ways of the current system's smeet catacombs, to suddenly be thrown into them, without any point of reference. "YEAH, RIGHT!" Shouted Rodger Red in sudden defiance, "YOU'VE GOTTA' CATCH US, FIRST!" He pulled on Violent Purple's arm and they both ran from the strange booming voice as fast as their little legs could carry them.
{Oh, for- Wait, wait!} Yelled the computer uselessly after them. {Stupid four years of darkness...!}
To make a long story short, (all the readers shout, "Too late!") they ran and ran, through several obstacles, until they found themselves in the same predicament as they had been at the outset. They landed harmlessly on the floor from that tube and looked around.
"H-how do we get out? No, wait! We can't go on the surface...when will someone HELP us?!" Moaned Violent Purple.
"Whatever," replied Rodger Red, still trying to make sense of all of this. "We should try and find whoever's in charge of this place. Come on!" He said as he led Purple by the arm.
"But, wait! What if whoever's in charge is the one who's trying to CAPTURE us!?" Yelled Purple, moaning as he followed him.
They actually walked for a few minutes, until they saw yet another robot coming after them. They jumped back and up into the wiring on the ceiling. Then they crawled until they thought they'd found another crawl-space hallway. It turned out to be the exact opposite. More robots came out of that one, and they turned and ran in the other direction.
"Why are they AFTER US!?" Exclaimed Violent Purple as he ran, screaming, after Rodger.
"Come on, in here!" Yelled Rodger Red, and Purple almost passed him by, but jumped inside at the last second. The robots flew past them, and Rodger Red wondered very briefly why there were small, explosive shots. But, whatever. Nevermind. "Look, I've got an idea!" He said, and then pointed to one of the bots. "Whenever one of them comes by, you grab his laser! Then, we can use that laser to get through something like...oh, that glass!" He pointed up at a gigantic wall made of opaque, light-green glass. He and Purple both nodded.
"Alright! Just leave the ol' laser-blast-grabbin' to me!" Shouted Purple, bringing any and all attention to himself. Every robot that was still around turned to look in that direction. Red kept himself hidden and ready to spring.
{Oh, it looks like they're there,} replied the disembodied voice.
{Apprehension in progress,} replied the robots eagerly, happy to finally get their little metal hands on their prey. Er, not that they wanted to harm them or anything...they'd just been chasing them all over the place!
"Alright, you Popple-headed scum! Who's first!?" Shouted Violent Purple, before diving right at them. After a few minutes, he realized that he couldn't take the stupid lasers off of them. "HEY! Wh-ait! I can't-!" Then he realized something. "Alright, nevermind! Come on, COME THIS WAY!" He shouted as he dove at the green glass. The bots, focusing in on them, fired one after another at the annoying and Violent Purple smeet which taunted them. Although they were only stun-lasers, the few bots wound up cracking the glass as they all fired at him.
Purple made sure to dive in almost an exact pattern, and eventually, Rodger Red dove into the glass at him, breaking through the compromised light-green glass.
Technically, it wasn't "glass" glass...and it normally wouldn't have cracked. Except for these annoying little things. They fell through and into a new room, squeaking and grunting in annoyance as the few shards of glass cut them. But, they'd been through worse. They'd been blasted in the rocky hills of the Dumps, that dreaded place in Refraction Land where Smolarc Radiance's powers wouldn't work. She'd been rather annoyed that they'd been so hurt, but she managed to help heal them with her powers, and Vital Green's help.
They blinked and shook their heads as they stood up once again. They looked at their bodies, but other than a few surface scrapes, there was no blood. The new, tight-fitting little suits they now wore did seem very easy to move about in, and although they probably weren't laser-proof, they looked relatively durable. Their gaze was drawn upwards to the gigantic THINGS which hung suspended from the ceiling above them -though they couldn't really see where they were hanging from.
~~~THE END OF THAT MEMORY-TRIP!~~~
The two tallest of the group and Vital Green went around the side of the Keenta'h. The trip wasn't that long -it was rather short- and they even found that they could just look over the edge of the wall of the atrium. "Wow...just great..." Violent Purple was heard to say to himself when they saw it.
"It still shouldn't be too hard to hover up over it," Rodger Red reminded him, and increased the output on his anti-gravity-producing PAK. Sometimes it didn't hurt to be an Almighty Tallest...but this time, it really kind-of did... "Hey! What are you- YEOWCH!" Red shouted as Purple pushed him forward, just as he had decreased the output to lower himself down. The resulting crash knocked over a couple of chairs and the table inside the atrium, and Purple was heard to chuckle while Vital Green asked if he was still alive. "Yes! I'm alright!" He stated, rubbing his backside.
"I'm coming next," Green called out, then, "Purple, help me with this..." Later there was heard the sound of screaming, before he landed in a purple-gooped leevih bush. He moaned and rolled off before saying, "Uhf! You warn me when you're gonna' push..." Then promptly fell to the side.
"I'm the last one~!" Shouted Violent Purple, and at that moment, Rodger Red knew that he was aiming to land on him. It was just that inevitable... He knew that he shouldn't move; it would only incur more damage to the things and people, but there was that sliding window opening, and...!
"Yellow! Evil!" Rodger Red shouted, moving closer just an inch. It was just that inch that he needed, because Violent Purple came down in a belly-flop, breaking the table and rest of the chairs beyond repair.
"Well...!" Said Rodger Red, his eyes widened at that spectacular fall. "We're only ten minutes into this thing, and already you've broken all the furniture in the atrium... Great going...!" Violent Purple's head came up and he blew a few pieces of something off his mouth.
"Well, if YOU hadn't MOVED, I woulda'-" He started, but was interrupted.
"*Achem* Excuse me, but, we do have a certain problem...!" Said Vital Green, as he pointed to the ever-darkening streams of light heading up the clear tubes towards the roof from the central computing station.
"What? Oh," Rodger turned and coughed into his hand, "alright."
"Ohh..." Violent sighed and then floated upwards once more, dusting the stuff off of his uniform. "Whatever."
"Well! Since you two are done playing violence, why don't we get back to the colors, huh?" Evil Orange said with crossed arms and slight bit of a smirk at the end.
"Yeah! And I can't even find anyone else in the Keenta'h! There's gotta' be something going on, or maybe they were destroyed, or something?" Added Lovely Yellow, motioning up and behind her, where the platforms to the Smolor Smeechs' rooms were.
"Nah, the Brilliance Court would've told us if that were the case!" Replied Red immediately. "And besides, where are the rest of the Spichs who should be mining?!"
(T/P: "Spichs"- Pronounced "Spiks". Means "Sprites". Singular form is "Spich".)
"We haven't seen anyone, really. We assumed they were all in their homes, but now that you mention it, maybe they're hiding?" Asked Evil Orange.
"Well, we'd better go an' drag some of them out: otherwise, we'll never know what's happening!" Violent replied, and then turned to float with a huff into the Smolor Keenta'h; but he paused a second to see whether he'd hit his head on something. Confident now, he floated into the palace, staring up at the ceiling, and even smirking while he saw how small those little seats at the control-panels were. Then he turned to the others. "Well?! What are we WAITING FOR!?"
"Alright!" Yelled out Rodger Red.
"Yeah!" Shouted Lovely Yellow and Evil Orange.
"LET'S GET TO WORK!" Braaaiiins Blue stuck his head out from behind a bush, thoroughly startling them with this exclamation.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
END CHAPTER 2
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Not much to say at this point...*Snickers*...watching those two get into the Smolor Keenta'h! There's a lot of fun with me making up words~! I always enjoy that kind of thing, but I might not do too much of it...nah, what the heck?! It's fun! Anyways, enjoy this next chapter, and pretty-please Read and Review!
