Dlbn: Hey there, everyone! Time for another update of Keefvine! Woot!
Nbld: We apologize in advance if it seems short. Damn migraines.
Dlbn: Sorry for the lateness. By the time I got the chance to upload, Fanfic wasn't letting me.
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Disclaimer: Anything having to do with the Slerks, Krill, Krill's SIR, Krill's computer, and ShonNeil are mine. Everything else belongs to Jhonen C Vasquez. :D
000
*Ekoa's Flashback*
It started out like any other day. Citizens were coming to me and complaining about any issues they had in the city, and even asking for help with little disputes amongst themselves. A surprise visitor came in around noon. It was a Vortian. He was flanked by a creature with four arms, and what appeared to be a talking, flying cone.
"May I help you?" I wondered. It wasn't every day a trio like this one walked in through the doors.
"I am Lard Nar, your Excellency." He bowed. "I am the leader of the resistance known as the Resisty." He straightened.
"Resisty?" I wondered. "Why the…?"
"The name?" Lard Nar asked. "Not my decision, I promise."
"It was my idea!" The four-armed creature spoke.
"Shush!" Lard Nar ordered, sending him a harsh glare. "Anyway, name aside…we are the only resistance against the Irken Armada and their 'Operation Impending Doom'."
I wasn't impressed. What was this guy talking about, and how was I so sure that I could trust him? "Impending Doom?"
"You see, sir," He spoke, taking a step forward, "the Irkens are trying to take over the entirety of the universe. They call this plot 'Operation Impending Doom'. They're in part II right now. We fear that your planet, and your people, will be targeted next."
"And what makes you so sure of this?"
"They already took over my planet." Lard Nar informed me. "And theirs, as well." He motioned to his companions.
"I'm sorry for your loss. But I meant, how are you sure they are going after my planet next? There are plenty of places that pose more of a threat. Why not go after them first?"
"They already got Vort, Meekrob, and Blorch; amongst others." Lard Nar said. "Your planet and a few uncharted ones are next."
I was still skeptical. "Do you have proof?"
"That delivery boy you have to go between you and the Dark King?" Lard Nar wondered. "We spoke to the Dark King, and he's a new recruit."
"So you think he's an Irken, then?"
Lard Nar shook his head. "Not because of that, sir."
"Then because of what?"
"We ran a scanner." Lard Nar said. "Shloonkta…Shloon…cone! Show him the scanner!"
"You got it!" The cone creature, who Lard Nar didn't know the name of, answered him.
He floated over to me; bobbing in the air. A little arm extended from the purple circle on his stomach, holding out a little square platform. I hesitantly took it, not sure of whether or not he would turn around and attack me. The square thing had a touch screen that instructed me to place my hand on the hand-shaped pad on the screen. At least, I assumed, since I don't read Vortian. I pressed my hand to the print and it lit up blue. The screen took me to another screen. There was an image of a dark teal colored Slark with olive colored wings and eyes on the screen. I recognized him as the new messenger boy. Next to him on the screen was what appeared to be a rotating strand of DNA. Underneath it stated the male's species as 'Irken'.
"This thing is accurate?" I asked.
Lard Nar nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Please, call me Ekoa." I corrected him. "Thank you."
I looked at the pad again. I didn't have any reason to trust it, or to doubt it. I supposed I could just ask the guy. Then again, why would he give me a straight answer? I beckoned my two guards closer. They both leaned down.
"Act like nothing is out of the ordinary. Hide behind the poles." I ordered. "If he tries anything funny, you attack him before he gets to me, okay?"
They nodded. "Yes sir." Both spoke at once.
"Would the three of you mind hiding with my guards until the time is right?" I asked the Resisty members.
Honestly. Why the stupid name?
"Of course." Lard Nar nodded. "You two follow me. And keep quiet."
The other members nodded and followed Lard Nar to the guards. The group of five scurried behind pillars. A knock resounded on the doors to my throne room.
"Come in!" I called.
The doors opened and the Slerk messenger walked in. He was carrying a box. A gift from the Dark King, perhaps?
"Hello." I greeted. "What brings you here?"
"Package." He repeated simply.
"I assume, considering the fact that you're a delivery boy." I laughed at him. "Hand it over."
The boy did as told. The box was pretty light. What in the world was in it? Could these Resisty people be right? I was soon to find out.
"What's in here? A note?" I wondered.
"Milka sumhu gihi." The messenger muttered under his breath, as if he'd hoped I wouldn't hear him. Long Live the Empire.
I caught that it was Irken. Then all hell broke loose. The guards came out from behind the pillars, shock sticks aimed at the ready. The revealed Irken pulled a gun from, what I assume was, his pocket hidden in his real clothes under the hologram. He aimed it in my general direction, but the guards were in the way. They aimed their shock sticks as I stood behind them, to see over their heads and shoulders.
"You're Irken, are you not?" I wondered. "I recognize the language."
He stared at me and said nothing. The Irken smirked and turned off his hologram watch. He was replaced with an Irken with ruby eyes and pale green skin. The Irken snarled.
"I am." He finally answered.
"Oh, good. You speak my language." I smiled. "Too bad you were found out before you could get to me, hm?"
He snorted. "A minor setback."
Lard Nar and the other two must have peeked out around a pillar, because the Irken pulled out three metal legs with guns. The one in his hands was still focused on me, but the ones in his spider legs' grip were aimed toward the pillars. I heard a couple grunts of surprise and then the Irken's metal legs were at his sides.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to capture you now." I told him. "Guards!"
The guards moved forward to capture him. He activated two more metal legs and hopped up over the guards. In midair, he shot at me, injuring my arm.
"Sir!" The guards called to me.
I held onto the bleeding appendage. "I'm fine! Just get him!" I ordered them.
They made a move to capture him again, but his metal legs aimed their guns at me. With four guns staring me in the face, I was certain I was going to die.
"Hey, you!" Lard Nar called to the Irken, stepping out on the other side of the pillar. "He's not alone!"
The Irken shot in his direction, but the Vortian was faster and escaped his line of fire. The cone thing flew out and sped around the Irken, attempting to confuse him. He spun with it and shot, hitting me square in the shoulder.
"Damn it!" I cried out. "Just catch him already!"
My guards moved in to catch the bug. He ducked around and took deadly aim with the gun in his hands. The metal legs vanished into the metal thing onto his back; the name of which escapes me now. The only things I remember after that were noises. I heard the firing of a laser gun, the cries of my guards and the Resisty members, and the sounds of feet; four sets coming toward me, and one escaping out the front door. I passed out from the blood loss.
When I awoke hours later, I was made aware of my injures. Though not life threatening, I would need time to heal…a lot of time.
*End Flashback*
000
Krill sat in his cell, defeated. ShonNeil had been trying to engage him in conversation about the Vortian girl, but Krill couldn't get what had happened out of his head. His friends could be gone. Gone for good. Dib…Keef…Zim…all gone. Poor Keef, being so young. And Zim? What would his mother think? She'd exile Krill, or rip off his life-giving PAK. He deserved it, really, for leading to their deaths. And what would Gaz and Membrane do without Dib? What about their friends? And Keef's parents? What were they going to do?
"Hey." ShonNeil tried again. It had been at least an hour since his least attempt. "You okay? Ready to talk?"
Krill looked up, antennae drooped and eyes dull. He probably looked really sickly.
"Are you okay?" ShonNeil repeated himself.
"They're gone." Krill muttered.
"Who is?"
"My friends…my boyfriend…all gone." Krill wiped a white and pink tinted liquid from his eyes.
"What do you mean 'gone'?"
"They were hiding in my base." Krill said. "And the Slerks made sure I watched them blow it up. Vaporized it. They couldn't have survived."
"Are you sure they were there?"
"They were supposed to be." Krill said. "They should have made it back."
"I'm sorry for your loss…if they were there."
Neither said anything for the rest of the night.