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Ch. 52
"WELCOME IRKEN and ONDKSAN SOLDIERS!" a loud booming voice, spoke, as several monitors glided around at the massive crowd of people, "you have all been following the story of the wedding of the century! Well to please this crazy mob everyone applaud in Salute for the two responsibly for this insanity! Prince Zik! AND Lord Zim!"
The crowd broke out in a completely chaotic cheer; they had been gathered in the hall used for debriefing.
Pictures where snapped, people screamed, jumped up and down, as smoke billowed out of the lit up stage, as Zik and Zim where raised up on a platform, both waving to the mixed crowd of people.
Zim felt his antenna's wince painfully at the roar of noise, and screams. Zik bathed in the glory, but Zim was disgusted by it all. Raising a hand Zik immediately silence the crowd.
"Before questions are taken, we have an announcement." He spoke loudly, his voice proud and powerful. The crowd all seemed to hold a collective breath, as several cameras focused on the two of them.
"You have all waited patiently and I am proud to say, that the wedding date has been moved." The crowd seemed panicked by that but the Prince continued "We will now be wed in two days' time!"
With that two worded statement, the eruption was louder than ever. Cheering, screaming, clapping, and a flood of questions Zim couldn't decipher. Angry Zim grit his teeth and hollered "QUIET!" in an instant the noise stopped once more, huffing Zim nodded satisfied "One at a time."
At that an Irken news reporter hollered out "Lord Zim! Galaxy time weeks! How do you feel about the new found power? And giving up all rights you had before?" Zim grit his teeth, remembering the lecture Zik gave him about answers questions, by not really answering them.
And the threat of not getting it right, "I am honored to serve my people." Another Reported for the Ondskan's shouted "My Prince are you disgusted with the fact of being betrothed to a lowly Irken?"
Zim scowled at that, while the Prince chuckled "I was at first. And to a degree I still am, but time will tell. It's up to my bride to prove himself to not only me, but my people."
Zim's turn, "Lord ZIM! Do you have any guilt for dethroning the almighty tallest?" Zim wanted to say yes, of course he did, but instead he responded "On the contrary, they should be pleased with this opportunity…to unite our two civilizations, and conduct themselves with dignity and pride."
From a different perspective, Red and purple watched the press conference from on TV while they over saw the last of the preparation on the reception hall. "Pleased?! Oh please." Red grumbled from his spot at the edge of the stage. Purple shrugged scrolling through his tablet
"You really expect Zim to be honest red? If he was we'd all face another war." Red watched the monitor, as Zim repeated 'I am honored to serve.' At the question 'are you ready for your roll as the prince's property?'
"Purple, after this wedding we will be unimportant no bodies…doesn't that bother you." Purple sighed deeply, laying his tablet down "No more than letting our species die because we were to prideful to step down."
Red rolled his eyes, wanting to argue but knew he was right "Point taken." They fell silent when the press conference continued, so many questioned where answered, the tallest wondered how Zim kept track?!
"Dib! No, no, no! That curtain needs to be folded over a bit more, so it flows across the ceiling." Dib who stood next to another Irken nodded, quickly fixing the curtain. The tallest had recruited the secret human's help, when they found him in tears, sitting in the hallway.
It was obvious this wedding was killing the human. Red wished he could help, but he didn't know how. Work always seemed to be the greatest help, to him at least.
Purple turned off the press conference, when he saw it came to an end. "I wish we knew what are new positions would be." Red scowled eyes on the crowd working "I don't, I just know they'll give me some raggedy, lowly position." While they worked, the tallest were unaware of Zim and Zik talking about them.
The press conference was over; Zim was so relieved by that fact, as he walked back into the conference hall with Zik. "You did surprisingly well my bride." The prince praised, Zim nodded softly "Thank you."
He didn't care what Zik had to say. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts raging; everything seemed so much more…real now. The marriage was right around the corner, the rehearsal for the ceremony was tonight.
It was all so…intense. And he was pregnant. There was no going back from all this now. "I'm going to check on the final preparation on the food, and I want you to make sure the reception hall is complete." Zim nodded softly; at this point he was going through the motions of it all,
"Very well…" Zik spoke up once more on a different matter "Oh and it may interest you to know, that positions for your tallest have been decided."
Perking up with interest Zim asked "Oh?" Zik smirked crossing his arms "Yes, Purple will start as an assistant to the High Priest while he trains to take over for him. Oddly enough my father and the Priest see a lot of potential in him." Zim lit up, this was great! Purple deserved such a respected position!
"What about Red?" At that Zik chuckled, a pleased gleam in his eye "Well that loud mouth should have watched his temper. His new Position will be as a royal food taster."
With that Zik strode off, still laughing. Zim was wide eyed in awe, oh Irk…how was he going to tell Red THAT?!
"Wow! This place look's great!" Purple grinned pleased, after working for hours to get this place in ship shape. If it wasn't for such a dreadful thing, Purple would be more excited.
Red agreed, looking around. The hall had a blue theme to it, curtains and round crystal light fixture's decorating the ceiling, dark blue table cloths with white trim. On each table was an elaborate centerpiece, one Irken style, one Ondskan style.
To represent what species sat were, each chair was wrapped in fine silk and flowers, and the stage was indescribably wonderful. Gold table cloth, white background drapes, flower pots seated a top hand carved pedestals, and an Irken flag next to and Ondskan flag.
It was so breath taking. AND to the tallest's pleasure, the wedding cake and wine had arrived early!
The wedding cake was huge! Each tier represented a different stage in this union. The tables where already set, with the finest crystal ware, and the tallest covered the Irken symbol with a simple silk throw rug.
Dib was close to tears again, looking at this, sealed the deal. Maybe Zim was right…maybe he should have stayed home. He didn't know if he could take this. "Oh my Irk….this is incredible."
Zim gaped in awe as he walked over to his tallest, he was right. This place looked incredible, now that it was finished. Red nodded solemnly, noticing how Zim put a hand on his lower back
"How are you feeling?" he asked in concern, Purple pulled out a chair for him, Zim sat slowly, grateful "I can't say I'm alright…but I physically feel, stiff, tired, and I don't know if I'm about to cry or scream."
Dib patted his shoulder in sympathy, "We can't give you any more medicine for a while longer Zim, It's too risky." Red explained in a rare soft voice, taking a seat next to Zim, Purple sat as well asking in curiosity
"So Zim, has there been any word about our new positions?" Zim hesitated, grateful for the way Dib had begun to massage his shoulders "Well, yes." Excited Purple clapped his hands "OOOh! What?!"
While Red rolled his eyes in disgust, he just knew he was going to get screwed over, Zim blushed. He better start with Purple "Well Purple you have been decided to study under the High Priest, and eventually take over for him." Throwing his arms up Purple cried out in a loud cheer
"YES! WOO HOOO! Praise me! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Red was shocked "What?! You?! What's so great about you?!" Purple grinned smugly "You dare talk that way to the high priest? Hmmph!"
Red chuckled with a scoff "Yeah and the high priest is the one who delivers royalty?" It took a minute to click in Purples mind what Red was talking about, but Zim and Dib both chuckled, knowing full well he couldn't bear to do that!
When it finally clicked the Purple clad tallest fell back wards out of his chair, and crashed to the floor with a loud shriek "WHAAATTT!? OOFF!" Jumping up he screamed flapping his hands "GROSS GROSS GROSS!"
Zim scowled crossing a leg, "really…" Red waved a hand suddenly a tad eager to hear his new job "Just ignore him, well if his job is so important than what's mine? Hmm?" Zim hesitated, Dib, who honestly didn't give a fuck about their jobs, rolled his eyes in disgust
'seriously? Who the fuck cares? Zim's pregnant and about to marry someone he doesn't love and who treats him like shit! And you're worried about your damn jobs!?'
He thought in a rage, squeezing Zim's shoulders a bit too hard. Who in turn hissed, angrily smacking his hands away, "Well?" Red pressed "Mechanic? Head Pilot? General? What?" nervous, and cardiac-spooch pounding Zim chuckled
"uhh…royal food taster…"
A/N: I know this chappy was lacking in excitement but it more of a filler. don't worry it'll get very intense. please comment. I know not many read, but the ones that do, the comments let me know im doing a good job! thank you.
