You won't believe what the problem with the ship was. This one is going to be SUPER LONG so bear with it!
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Mona awoke and was awawre of two things. First, she was refreshed and recharged. Second, there was a robot sleeping on her stomach.
GIR's eyes were a dark gray and all his components were dulled, too. He truly was asleep. She pondered on that for a moment, then tapped his head. Her finger aagainst the metal made a tin-like clanking noise and GIR's eyes shone a blinding-but-sweet cyan blue in the gloom. He smiled and waved furiously.
"Hi there!"
He jumped off the bed and she stretched and got to her feet, scratching her head and yawning. She really was a beautiful riser, she thought with a smirk.
She padded into the bathroom and examined her reflection. The cirlces under her eyes had lessened but she still looked bleary and out of it. Her skin was milk white and her dark brown hair was all tousled and wild. Her eyes were as they always were, a silvery-light blue. Of all her features, she liked her eyes the best. They could be cute, warm, inviting or cold if she wanted something.
She dragged her fingers through her hair, splashed a little water on her face and brushed her teeth, then hurried over to her dresser and pulled a complete change of clothes. Black underwear, a black battle of the bands shirt and a pair of knee-length black skater shorts with red piping and chan pockets on them. She grabbed her sneakers as well, which were black Vans.
She made her way downstairs and was pleasantly surprised to see that GIR was standing on a stool, making what looked like bacon. A LOT of bacon. All she had, in fact. Half a package.
"I MAKIN' BAKIN!"
She smiled and sighed.
"Yes. I see that," she said, amused.
Her phone rang.
She picked it up and said, "hello?"
"Hey, how's the creepy little android?" It was her brother.
She smiled again.
"He's fine, actually. Making bacon," she replied.
Over at the stove, GIR slid the cooked bacon onto a plate and started cooking more.
"BACON!! Hehehehehe! Bacon..."
"Are you going over to that ship again?" asked Micah.
"I'd planned on it, and I'd rather you didn't mind. They need help fixing the ship and I want to help them. This thing is getting more media coverage than I expected," she admitted. Indeed, even as she stood there talking on the phone, she saw two police cars drive by, their sirens flashing. What was happening?
"Just come home, okay? I worry about you sometimes, and the girls might not show it, but so do Bridget and Shana," said Micah.
Mona sighed, in a hurry to get the hell off the phone and go do something productive.
"Sure, can I go now?" she demanded.
Micah chuckled, said bye and hung up.
She grabbed a few pieces of bacon, munching thoughtfully. Wasn't bad. Tasted like bacon.
"Come on, GIR, I have to go back to the Massive, you wanna come with me or stay here and watch TV?" she asked.
Since she was his master now and was giving him a choice, would he choose free will?
GIR's eyes went red for literally two seconds, and he clanked his way into the living room, planted himself in front of the TV and flipped it to the angry monkey show.
Guess that answered that.
She shut the stove off, grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
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Once she got to the park, she stopped dead. It had gone from a police line and a few rubberneckers to an entire crowd and several police and FBI officers.
She was angry. It was natural, of course, that people be interested, but what right did she and he fellow humans have to take posession of everything foreign and unknown and claim it for science? Why couldn't they for once just leave well enough alone?
She shoved her way through the crowd violently, not caring if they were young or old, in the way or not. She got up to the yellow tape and began going under it, but a police officer pushed her back hard.
"No one is allowed to cross this tape, little girl," he said commandingly.
"They're trying to get inside! " crowed a nearby fat woman, looking joyous.
She smirked. No one could get insdie the massive because it was locked. Shields were up, as she also noticed when she heard a gun go off. The bullet was deflected two feet way from the ship's hull.
"I'M helping the aliens fix their ship and when it GETS fixed, they're LEAVING. so PUSH OFF and LET ME THROUGH!" she growled furiously. Her voice reached a terrifying low pitch and she made herself sound like a wild animal on purpose. It was all an act, but it usually meant she got her away.
No one stopped her the bnext time she went under the tape and when she produced the key Tallest Red had given her, the FBI agents and CIA all tried storming her, to get through the door at the same time.
She couldn't fight them all off at once!
What to do, what to do...
Suddenly, her dilemma was solved. The outer hatch opened but there were Irkens standing there, all looking grim, all armed with ray guns, all hardened Elite soldiers. She recognized them by the distinct markings on their foreheads.
"Let the girl pass and stay away from our ship, or we shoot," said the one in the middle, in a high and clear voice. It was female and she didn't look like the warm, friendly type.
Everyone got quiet. The CIA and FBI agents who had been trying to storm the door wonce she unlocked it all stood frozen, staring. One got out his gun.
Furious, before the Irkens could move, Mona dove at the guy, not caring that he was a full grown man with a gun and she was a defenseless human girl of 18, and she wrerstled his gun from him and knocked him upside the head with it. Cool. Now she had a gun.
She raised it to shoulder ehight and swept the lawn with it. Time for her to tell her own species what to do.
"EVERYO9NE GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS SHIP, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL SHOOT YOU!" she screamed in the same growling yell once more. She fired a warning shot over their heads, and that got them moving. They began falling over one another and scrambling to get away from The Massive. The FBI, however, stayed.
She turned the gun on them, knowing full well what she was doing was not only highly illegal and bound to get her thrown in prison, but also stupid. She didn't know how to fire a gun, didn't know anything about them. She was probably already in trouble for knocking the one guy out and taking his weapon.
But these aliens had slowly beome her friends. Damned if she was going to let her own people take advantage of them and do who-knew-what to them. They had somehow become her responsibility.
"Put the gun down, little girl, nice and easy does it," one officer tried cajoling her. She turned the gun on him. They all wore identical black suits and flak vests with the letters FBI printed in white on them.
She felt a hard three-fingered hand rest itself gently on her shoulder and looked back. It was the female Irken who had spoken before. Her uniform was a little different from the rest, but it was clear she was the leader.
"Do what they say, human child. No sense getting yourself into trouble for us," she said in a gentler voice than before. Her dark red eyes looked sorry for her.
She slowly lowered the gun and handed it to the FBI agent with dark hair. He took it and then they all leveled their guns at her and the Irkens. She took an involuntary step backwards. What the hell?! She stuck up for the aliens and her reward was getting shot!!
One of the Elite soldiers took her by the shoulder and made her stand behind them.
"They're kidnapping an innocent human girl! Open fire!" yelled the dark haired agent.
Mona pushed forward, yelling, "NO!"
A hail of bullets came at them, some hitting the Irkens, others hitting her.
"Cease fire, I repeat, CEASE FIRE!" yelled another FBI agent. They were all standing right there, so why he bothered to use his Walkie talkie was beyond her. Maybe he was just stupid.
Dimly, she realized she had been shot and was bleeding, but she didn't care at the moment. Her brother would have a field day, that was for sure.
Ignoring the angry muttering and cursing of the wounded behind her, she stepped forward.
"I warned you once, I'll warn you guys again. They're fixing their ship and then they are leaving. LEAVING. Understand? No aliens to capture here, no ship to wreck, nothing. Go home or WHATEVER and get the fuck out of this park," she said coldly but commandingly. She wasn;t used to givingout orders and she certainly wasn;t used to having them obeyed, but she was and they did. They scrambled.
She had cleared the entire park on her own. It was a rish. Or maybe that was just the blood she was losing.
She felt her legs give out and someone caught her arms from behind, saving her head hitting the metal flooring. For the first time in her life, she blacked out.
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Karo wasn't sure WHAT to think, to be honest. She didn't know much about the humans, but this female was different than the sniveling morons who had come to watch in awe.
She had taken command of the situation quickly and with surprising results. Her people listened to her, even though she was a mere child in their eyes and probably not trained. Was it in her voice or her eyes?
In any case, she lay next to the other Irkens who had been injured by the human's bullets. Some were out cold while their PAK's and the Massive's computers tried fixing them, while others were well enough to sit up straight and assist the computers and Medi irkens in pulling metal from their skin themselves. The human was among those unconcious.
Her blood lay all around her, red as rubies, glistening as the eyes of their Almighty Tallest Red. Her clothers were soaked with it, holes had been otrn in her flesh and her clothing, gaping, raw wounds that were hard to look at even for her, and she was a hardened Elite Commander.
"What do we do with the human?" asked an Irken Elite under her command nervoucly.He had dark green eyes with teal undertints and one of his antennae was torn in half.
"Is she stable?" she asked.
"Stable as far as the computer is concerned. The Medi's have got the bullets out but her wounds aren't closing right," said the Irken worriedly. It seemed he, like she, was grateful for her interference.
"They won't heal right away. She's human. She has to heal the normal way," said Karo sternly, observing the girl herself. As she watched, a Medi Irken stripped her of her ruined clothing, revealing a body as pale as the rest of her, clothed in nothing now except scant black under garnments. Aside from the mammary glands, the pale skin, the hair and the lack of any PAK, she might have been Irken. Were Irkens and humans so much alike?
"Tell the Medi Irkens to close her wounds as best as they can, Use the Organ viewers to figure out of any damage has been done. If there has... just tell them to do their job. It's what they pay them for," she snapped. She was sick of looking at the strange, bright red blood and the gory, exposed muscle. That she was breathing at all was a miracle to Karo.
She had other wounded to look after.
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My Tallest, begging you pardon the interrruption, but Elite Commander 23343-Y-7 Karo has just informed me that she directed the best of her Elite to the outside to deal with the humans, but-"
"But?" Red interrupted.
Rarl Kove, official informant to the Almighty Tallest, hesitated. Anyone who hung around the Tallest all day like he did knew the Tallest Red's odd, tentative friendship with the human girl.
"The human called Mona returned to The Massive and stole a gun from one of the human law enforcers and scared most of them away, but one of the Elite pulled her back and the humans opened fire. Many are wounded, one so far is dead and the human is unconcious," Rarl reported. It was his job, after all. What else could he do?
Tallest Purple stared, not really affected, but Tallest Red dropped his cola cup and follwed Rarl out of the door. Purple followed for lack of anything better to do.
Rarl led them both to the Sick Bay of the Massive and he saw the carnage for himself. He had gotten his report from Karo herself, in the hallway leading to the bridge, but he wasn't used to seeing blood, Irken or otherwise.
It was everywhere. On the aprons of the Medi Irkens, on the floor in little droplets, on the beds in which the wounded lay... Purple clutched his squeedily spooch and his skin went pale.
Tallest Red seemed to remember his days as an Elite himself, because he went around to each bed like a proper leader. Rarl didn't blame Tallest Purple.
Red made sure the soldiers were at least in stable condition. The human's weapons were messy! And so primitive! Chunks of flying metal... he shook his head. Pitiful.
He got to Mona and he stopped dead in his tracks. She was lying on a bed next to a soldier who was pretty much okay except for a wound on his upper arm. The top of his uniform had been stripped off to clean it properly. He bowed his head at Red's approach and Red nodded, not really caring. He only liked Mona because she was different. She was sympathetic to their cause. He was not involved any more than that, whatever anyone thought, but even so... seeing her like this was something he had not been prepared for.
Her dark blue hair was spread out on the head, framing her entire face and head like a mane and her eyes were closed. Blood stained her neck and face in small smears, dried brown. Her blood was vastly different from his own green blood. Her human blood was bright red, settling into glistening pools of black-red where there was more of it.
A medi Irken was tending her as Red watched.
"Someone go get Karo. Now! Do it!" he demanded. It was one of the good things about being the Tallest, was that he got to boss people around no matter who they were. It was pretty neat.
In a few moments, the Elite Commander appeared at his side. She was shorter than he was (Duh!) but she was about as tall as Mona was, so at least he didn't have to look down so much.
"Sir? My Tallest?" she said respectfully.
"WHY did the humans feel the need to shoot our troops again?" he asked speculatively.
Well, sir, I think that might be Sproog's fault, sir. He pulled the human out of harm's way of those FBI humans and they thought we were taking her hostage. They opened fire," she explained sheepishly.
Purple appeared beside him, looking sick and Red told him to get lost and go throw up. He happily obliged.
Bring Sproog here," Red said quietly. Being faced with the carnage reminded him of hisown days as an Elite and he didn't like it. He'd had to work for his respect. Being Tallest was much better.
"Well, he's the only one so far who's died. The humans managed to shoot him in the head and his PAK was also destroyed, sir. There's no hope for him," replied the Commander.
Red sighed again and dismissed her.
He stared for a long time at the human's progress. The Medi Irkens had managed to close her gaping wounds, but the flesh sealant used on so many Irkens was not taking hold on her skin. The sealant they used prevented scarring and healed it more or less in about five minutes with the help of the PAK. With Mona, all it was doing was making her skin more slick with blood and sealant. They needed a human doctor in here.
And he knew just how to find one.
He grimly decided to take matters into his own hands. No one directly interfered in Operation Impending Doom 2... not even the planets to be conquered. And they most certainly did NOT mess with the Almighty Tallest.
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Red demanded the use of one of the Emergency escape ships located in one of the side pods of The Massive. Contrary to popular rumor, only one of the side pods were wholly dedicated to snacks.
Red figured, by most of the popular leadership images humans held so dear, that if he went alone as a leader of the Irken Empire, no one would shoot him. No one would DARE. But he brought a ray gun just in case.
He started up the ship's engines and opened the hatch in the pod of The Massive. Not many knew The Massive had escape pods.
He flew out of The Massive and began targeting someplace where he could find a human hospital.
Within thirty minutes of Earth time, he found one and landed on its roof. He made sure to deploy the defense shields before he left it, as well.
Up here, the air was thinner against his skin. He didn't know how hard it was to breathe because he was wearing one of the invisible air hoods all Irkens wore on foreign planets where the atmosphere was different. The sky was a clear, light blue, though not as light as Mona's eyes, and it was dotted here and there by fluffy white clouds. Their sun shone, hot and bright.
He saw a set of stairs and he made his way to them, wondering what place would be best to get a doctor.
He reached a landing and a door and decided, on a whim, to take it. So far he had seen no other humans. When he did see one, he would pull out his gun and demand they take him to a doctor.
Lo and behold, he got his chance almost as soon as he hovered away from the door. A young man was walking towards him down a very busy hallway, his face buried in a clipboard. He saw Tallest Red and froze.
Red pulled out his ray gun and pointed it at close range to the human, so no one could see he had a weapon. He wanted to borrow a human doctor, not cause a riot.
"Take me to a human doctor who knows how to close large wounds, and do it now. Don't yell. Don't cause a scene," he said quietly, close to the human's ear. The human was taller than any he had seen so far, up to his shoulder. He remembered Zim telling him and Purple that humans were tall, but stupid.
Up this close, he could see the pores in the human's skin and could almost feel the man trembling. He was afraid of him.
"Dude... y'you're already making one, man, you're a freaking alien in a hospital," said the man in a trembling voice.
He supposed this much was true.
"You know, on MY home planet, YOU'RE the aliens. Now take me to a doctor," he demanded.
The human turned abruptly and did as he said, taking him down hallways and corridors wider than the last and all painted a blinding shade of white, sterilized and smelling of poison in his nasal cavities. Irken's didn't have noses like the humans did, but they still had a sense of smell.
Wherever the human led him, people dropped what they were doing and stared at him. He merely waved, giving them sarcastic smiles. Might as well make a good impression, he figured.
The human barged into a room with full beds and blurted out, "Doctor Heath this alien guy here wanted me to take him to a doctor and you were the only one I could think of please don't let him shoot me!"
Red sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. He pushed the human away from him and dropped his ray gun to his side.
"My name is Red. I'm one of the Almighty Tallest, a leader of the Irken Empire. You might know that big-ish ship that's parked in your, um... park? Yeah, that's us. Well, something came up and someone got hurt, so we need you to come with me. NOW." he explained.
The doctor and his patients simply stared.
"Someone got hurt?" asked the old human. He had eyes almost as blue as Mona's and very white hair.
"A little girl. She needs medical help and my doctors can't do a lot," he lied. Well, it was sort of lying, the Medi Irkens had gotten her in stable condition, but Mona wasn't really what the humans considered a "little girl". She was, by their standards, a very young adult. All the same, these humans cared for their young more than anything else, so it was a lie he had to tell.
"Al-alright, I suppose... I'll need someone to come with me and help-"
"Great! Come with me, DOCTOR," Red interrupted, and he pulled the old man by the wrist, out of the room, back through the halls and towards the stairs he had come here from. As they passed a desk full of humans, the old man shouted, "I'll be back soon, just have to help the aliens! No one's taking me hostage, I'm perfectly fine!"
Red groaned and hovered faster.
"I need my equipment!" he begged. Red slowed an stopped and the man ran for the desk and talking frantically with the woman there. Red came up behind him and looked down at his balding white head.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat. The man was getting things from the woman behind the desk, tape, gauze, cloths, what looked like needles and string, scissors that looked a little wierd, vials of various liquids and gloves.
He put them all in a bag and turned back.
"Alright, I'm ready, I suppose. How are we getting there? What happened?" the man demanded.
"Your FBI and their primitive human guns, that's what happened. Thhis girl is sort of a friend of the Irken Empire, so I expect you to do all you can," Red demanded once again. He was getting good at coming across mean!
He led the human up the stairs and onto the roof, where his temporary ship lay gleaming in the sun above. It was vaguely X-shaped, gray with a clear blue cockpit that came in handy for extra bright suns like the one the humans orbited.
"Get in," he said shortly, pressing a button on the machine he wore on both wrists. They had buttons to gain access to any guarded machinery, such as locked ships and guarded buildings. It came in handy.
He helped the old man into the cockpit and then he himself got in. The cockpit closed andhe punched the burn pad. The ship began to rise, and in five seconds, it shot off.
He could hear the human screaming from behind him, but he didn't pay much attention. They were almost there...
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There was a loud beeping sound from the corner and Medi Irken Kata hurried to the bed there. As he suspected, it was the human. They had hooked her up to a sort of intermediate PAK system that stood on a metal table on wheels. It resemlbed a large, metal box with tubing coming from it. It was keeping her in her stable condition, but it wasn't formulated for Hhuman biochemistry; her body was rejecting the PAK system's pain medicine. She was waking up.
"Can't someone reformulate that thing for her? We can't have her waking up, she'll move around and undo everything we've worked on so far!" Kata demanded.
At that very moment, there was a slight vibration coming from one of the side pods. Moments after that, Tallest Red came hurrying into the Suck Bay, another human in tow. This one looked old, with white hair and a long white coat on. Apparently, he was some sort of human doctor.
"My Tallest, her body is rejecting the PAK system's medication. She's waking up!" Kata informed his superior.
"You told me she was a little girl!" the old human yelled at Tallest Red.
It was pandemonium! Every time an Irken got better, something went wrong with the human's care. Most of the Irkens were pretty much fine by now, save for about three, and a lot of them were crowded around the human's bedside, wanting to get a glimpse of her alien intestines. Kata hurried them away.
There was a gaping hole in her belly, revealing a lot of grayish purple intestines and dark red organs and there was another smaller hole in her upper left arm, revealing nothing but muscle and a thin layer of yellowish fat. Those were the worst wounds. Then there was a smaller wound in the lower leg, her collarbone and another that had grazed the side of her head. Her skin there was the ugliest shade of crusted purple-black-red Kata had ever seen. This job had never msde him feel sorry for his patiuents before, but he felt sorry for this girl.
"Let me through. Out of the way!" came an older voice. The human was trying to get to her. Kata let him through.
"Who is the alien in charge of the wounded?" the old man demanded.
"That would be me. Medi Irken Kata. We've done everything that works with most other aliens and ourselves, but she just seems to be rejecting everything we've got," Kata spoke up. His light blue robes were stained in Irken and human blood and he longed more than anything to change.
The human pulled on a pair of thin white gloves that smelled like powder and he began gently probing the human's soft, blood-slicked skin. It was everywhere, she was covered in it.
"All she seems to need is her lower intestine repaired and her wounds stitched. This is the worst case I've seen in years. She's lucky to be alive," said the doctor frantically. He had hair on his upper lip and it muffled his vocie somewhat.
He filled a needle with clear liquid and shoved it into the girl's arm.
"You have to be kidding me! Here we are trying NOT to make any more holes, and you go and stick her with needles!" muttered another Medi Irken.
"Be quiet, you. I'm only doing this as a duty to my species, and because this poor girl was caught in the cross fire, AND I'm doing it for free,so be quiet, you insolent little fool," the man scolded the one who had spoken. Kata threw him a dirty glance and forced himself to cooperate with this barbaric human doctor.
"Anything we can do is at your disposal if it'll help her," he told the man.
"AAt least YOU'R decent. Thank you. Could someone please put on a pair of clean gloves from that box there and hold the hole in her intestine together?" he asked.
Since Kata was the most qualified, he pulled his black gloves off and pulled on a pair of sterilized Irken issued ones. They were thin latex and whtie, just like the human's.
"The liquid I injected her with is anasthetic. It'll keep her asleep and pain free," the man explained.
The lighting in Sick Bay was always good, or else Kata would have needed to peer closer. It was difficult to tell her organs apart. Her intestines were gray-purple, the veins, dark blue and red and the entire wound was filled with blood.
"She's lost too much blood. It's a good thing I brought supplements," the human muttered to himself. Kata held the sausage-like organ together and watched interestedly as the human doctor pulled a curved needle and thread through the organ, sewing it together like a pillow.
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It was done. It was all he could do under the circumstances. Her organs had been miraculously undamaged aside from the small tears in her intestines and all she'd needed was some blood replenisher and a lot of stitches. They snaked their way across her body like large, blotched tattoos. He had had to stretch the loose sin around her stoomach a lot to accomodate the gaping hole in her gut, but once it healed properly, she would be able to stretch again.
Even though he had done it for free and didn't eve know the girl's name, he felt good that he helped her. He had managed to save a life.
Whatever. Time to ge back to work.
Another alien showed him out of the ship and clubbed him on the head before he left. By the time he awoke, the ship was gone, it was dark and he didn't remember any of it.
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In Sick Bay, nearly every Irken Elite who had stood by her earlier and both Almight Tallests hovered around the human's beside. The primitive human stitches looked ugly, blotching her fair skin an ugly purple-red color. She looked like a living jugsaw puzzle put back together by a madman with a needle and thread, in Red's opinion.
"The drug is wearing off. She should be waking up any time now," said Kata. Indeed, his Organ monitor showed her brain acticity increasing by the minute.
Finally, at long last, Mona opened her eyes. Red and Purple held their breath. Would she remember everything? Was she aware of all that had went on while she was out of it?
She looked around her, at every sngle Irken and Medi Irken and Elite, her expression bleary and dazed, her eyes looking even bluer than usual in contrast with the dried blood. When she spoke, everyone laughed.
She looked right at one of the Medi Irkens and managed a small smile. All the Irkens who had attended the wounded were covered in green Irken blood and her human blood.
"You look like Christmas."
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PLEASE REVIEW!! I know, a lot longer than I'd intended, but I had fun writing it! Review or I'll sic GIR on you!