"Incoming Transmis-sion! From the," the pilot muffled a chuckle, "the Resisty."
Purple doubled over, choking on Irken doughnuts. Red smacked him hard on the back, but instead of hitting Purple's back, he whacked his PAK. Half a doughnut shot like a cannon from Purple's throat, smacking a pilot in front of him upside the head like a wet noodle. "Ach! W-what? Ahaha! The Resisty! Ah," Purple wiped a tear from his eye, "That's a good one. No seriously, who is it?"
"T-the Resisty, My Tallest," the pilot said, stifling a laugh from watching the pilot across the Cockpit fling the doughnut piece on the Massive's metallic floor.
Red, acting like nothing happened to Purple but laughing his PAK off on the inside, waved his hand nonchalantly toward the pilot. "Oh, very well," he said in an exasperated tone, "Put it through."
Lard Nar, not trying to act tough this time, appeared on the Massive's, well, massive screen. "Greetings, Irken ssscumbags," he chirped, smirking evilly. "I believe we have something of importance that belongs to you…?"
"What could you have that we care about?" Red spat as a video feed of two prison cells appeared on the screen. The two feeds showed ceiling-views of two human females, both slouching against a wall. The Tallests' eyes widened and they looked at each other when Lard Nar expanded one of the video-feeds so it took up half the screen. A brunette human female with hair like Gaz's except long in back sat in the right upper corner of her cell. Purple looked at Red and shook his head. Don't say anything, ignore it, act like you don't know her…
Red was internally freaking out. Then he remembered - this is Pleecy they have in a cell. Sooner or later she'll bust herself out, no need to panic. How'd they catch her anyway? This was their precious Mystic serv – uh, pardon, Invader – they had locked up. Ah well, she drive them all to insanity soon anyway.
Purple saw the conflict and confusion spreading on his co-ruler's face, and he also knew Lard Nar could see it, so before Lard Nar could try and strike a bargain, Purple said, "Who the Irk's that?"
"What are you talking abo-" Red started. Purple shot him a look. "Ooh…yea? What do you take us for, idiots? How could anything tall be an idiot? Why are we even talking to you? You're so…short." He said the last word like it hurt, fake-wincing for effect. "And you're a Vortian. Shouldn't you be, I don't know, working?"
Purple fake-grimaced. "You are short, and you're the 'Resisty' leader, right? Ha! Cut the transmission!" Purple called over his shoulder to a random pilot.
"No, wait! What about this one? Heh?" Lard Nar said as he expanded the other video-feed.
Red squinted at the screen. "…You sssssssicken me. I've never seen that…thing…in my life."
"Yea, what are those, anyway? They're short, like you. And Ugly, like you. Why would we want those?" Purple sneered. He made a shooing motion towards a pilot, who cut the transmission.
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Lard Nar swiveled away from the screen. He looked at two monitors floating behind him, showing the video-feeds. "Why didn't they beg for them back? They're obviously Irkens, why don't they want them back? Grrr….Gah! You!"- he pointed to a random Resisty member-"Go dismantle whatever disguises they're using! Now!"
"Why me?"
"It was your idea!"
"No it-"
"Now!"….
…..Minutes later, the member came back with a bloody hand, bandaging it as he walked.
"Well?" Lard Nar pressed, impatient and aggravated by the Tallets' scoffs.
"I didn't find one on one, but the other bit my hand. It hurt," the member complained. "I remember waking up on the floor."
"The floor? What were you doing on the floor?" (dancing XD)
"I don't know! Her eyes were all sparkly, and I woke up on the floor." He shrugged.
Lard Nar put his hand to his jaw, thinking. He jumped down from his command chair onto the platform by the door, said, "I want to be alone, I have thinking to do! No one bother me" heroically, and with that, left for his quarters.
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Pleecy spat a bloody *lugee from her mouth; not her blood, though, some random idiot's who tried to pat her down for her disguise. Seeing perfect timing for a gag of annoyance, she had screamed out "RRRAAAAPPPPE!" just for kicks and chomped down on his hand, remembering what blood tasted like. She scolded herself mentally for thinking like that again. *That's not you anymore. That's how the old you thought, not you now. Snap out of it!* That was the last thing she needed to have happened after she sensed she was being looked down upon in more ways than one and had to subconsciously make sure Red kept his pie hole shut. (Pun ^FT^)
She slouched back in the corner again. After some time, she felt a nagging energy in the back of her mind: Someone who knew a bit of telepathy was trying to contact her.
Pleecy?
..…Hello, am I getting through, Pleecy?
Yea, yea, yea, red ya loud n' clear, Ley. What?
Are you able to get yourself out? I-I think a muscle in my back is pulled. And why did I hear someone run screaming?
Probably yea, that sucks, and no reason.
Uhm, ok…? Well, we're going to have to get out of here soon if we're going to keep our schedule.
Pleecy got an idea, and Ley picked up on it. She facepalmed in her cell. Give me a minute, Pleecy thought with an evil smirk.
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Lard Nar stood in front of his door with the security pass in hand. It opened, revealing a largely spaced room that looked a lot like the cockpit mixed with a techy bedroom. He was wiped, and also had to think about the incident in the dungeon. No, not the biting, at least he hoped: he was pretty sure Irkens didn't carry rabies but wouldn't be surprised if they did, anyway.
No, he had to think about what the member said about sparkly eyes. Sparkly Eyes… why did he find that disturbing? He walked over to his bed; a king-sized, metal framed thing from Vort, home of the universe's most comfortable couch and also the most absolutely comfortable beds! He flopped down and sank a few inches, since the bed was similar to a Tempur-Pedic.
Sparkly eyes….
Why did that unsettle him so much?
Hmm...
Sparkly eyes…
"My Vort…" he suddenly said. Sparkly Eyes. No life forms naturally had those, did they? *No, they don't. The one said she was a pacifist; could the other be one, too? A pacifist wouldn't bite! They're peaceful, why would one bite? Unless…*He gasped and jerked up. "Of course! The little parasite's a Mystic, I'm sure of it!" It was then he heard something in the back of his mind.
Good Lord, finally! I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out. The voice was feminine, and proceeded to laugh in the characteristically maniacal manner of Irkens Lard Nar knew all too well.
"What? Who's there?" He looked around wildly, just a few seconds ago certain he was alone.
You just said so yourself. Or rather, thought so yourself. He heard it snicker lightly.
Nar gasped. "You! I knew there was something off about you! Who are you? Come out now!"
Well, okay, I guess. (0.0) But you asked for it.
Lard Nar blinked, and suddenly he was standing, surrounded by black…nothingness. There was nothing around him; he was out of his room. Nay, his ship! He cringed, waiting to implode in the vacuum.
….Nothing happened.
He waited….
You're not in space, idiot. It's an illusion, a special, very good one at that, the female voice sneered at him with a self-flattering tone.
Pardon? What'd you- where are we?
I just said it's an illusion. God.
Lard Nar rolled his eyes, and then he remembered something the pacifists always told people about Mystics of any race. Can I at least see who the Vort it is messing with my head? He said, letting the Mystic know he recognized his predicament: respect – a Mystic's weak spot.
Ehehe, oh, very well. Since you're polite, at least. A bluish blur faded into being just a few feet in front of him, like a genie. Soon enough, it took a shape similar to an Irken, just as Lard Nar thought. He gaped at the figure when it solidified. 'Sup, Nar? From your expression, I'm assuming you recognize me. But just in case, my name is Pleecy.
Oh yes, I've heard of you, Irken demon, Nar spat with a scowl and a venomous tone.
Oh, do quit with the name calling for a moment, this is important. I could have just mentally tormented you, y'know? But I haven't! Pleecy added quieter -- sound so much like Dib - with a secretive reminiscent smile.
Comforting, very comforting. Nar said sarcastically. What do you want?
Yes, well, I really, really, really need you to let my friend and I go.
With a contemptuous scowl and air, Lard Nar countered, And why should I do that?
The anger in his eyes, in his face, in his voice, saddened Pleecy a bit. Why did everyone have to hate her, look at her with a detesting fire behind their eyes her abilities made her actually feel, like she was some rabid animal? Oh, right – she's Irken, that's why. B-because, she stammered. Why was she stammering? Being hated shouldn't bother her! Being hated shouldn't bother Irkens! She hoped the steam coming from below her one eye was from sheer spite, but she knew it wasn't – so did Lard Nar. Because someone could die if you don't.
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Lard Nar was stunned. Speechless. That couldn't be a tear, could it have? Everyone knew Irkens were bred with no tear ducts. Apparently even demons had feelings, even if their tears were bloody*. He finally mustered himself up to answer, if not rather shakily as well. W-what are you talking about? Who could die? What? He wasn't some lowlife! Why would he be the Resisty leader if he was some cold-hearted lowlife?
The Irken seemed to harden, expression and all, and she explained the one called 'Dib' 's predicament: the time limit, the wormhole effects, the possibility of visiting Venat, etc. Nar was stunned. An actual Irken Invader was showing concern, sadness, worry, actual emotions, and not just for its own race! He was momentarily convinced that this was a disguised pacifist staring him straight in the face, but then he double-taked at her uniform – yup, definitely an Invader.
Around the end of the story, Lard Nar felt like an earthquake was racking him. "Lard Nar! Wake up! Lard Nar! Sir!" he heard a wispy voice say.
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"Lard Nar! Wake up! Lard Nar! Sir!" Ixane said, shaking Lard Nar by the shoulders. Most of the Resisty had come running to their leader's quarters the moment Shloonktapooxis had squealed out something about Lard Nar being unconscious and nearly unresponsive, occasionally mumbling something about a 'freak of nature.'
Shloonktapooxis moved higher in the air, "Whoo! I think I saw him twitch!" Lard Nar was lying face-up on his bed, not having moved until everyone crowded into his room and Ixane started trying to wake him up.
He suddenly shot up from the bed, Ixane still holding his shoulders. "Gah! What, huh? W-what happened?"
Author's Note- thanks for Reading! ^FT^ It was actually kind of odd writing this chapter, you can imagine why. Thanks to TearsxOfxBlood for the Demon-bloody-tears-analogy inspiration! :D I wasn't sure if I spelled lugee right, but you know what I meant, right? This chapter didn't quite come out like I planned, but I wasn't in an evil mood I guess XD