The military base of New Samich was named by the Tallest themselves, and considered the most elite and advanced military base off of irk it 's self. And seeing that Irk's military bases were.. Currently undergoing renovations, it had become the primary launch and docking place for the armada. When the armada was docked, it became the busiest place in the empire. Of course the armada was currently off in space involved with operation impending doom 2. The base, able to hold countless people and servant races was now a mere shell of it's self. This was how the more secretive of the bases personnel preferred it.

"Commander Bob we have a incoming surveillance drone from section h subsection black." Commander Bob's computer said in a respectful tone. Commander Bob tolerated no insubordination not even from the non-living. He excused himself from the staff meeting with a bow offering false niceties to the other commanders, and made his way through the compound towards where the probe would be docked. Of course what the computer was really telling him was that his assassin had docked. He relished this part his otherwise boring job. The assassin's Reports and recordings of its terminations were always enjoyable. For a brainless hunk of meat it was a remarkable good fighter. The bloodshed was always so delicious. He himself was too tall to actually be involved with such short things as personal combat. He wondered briefly if its target had put up a fight this time. The fighters always took longer to die. It, of course was not tall enough to understand the finer points of torture and always managed a clean and quick death. He sighed and typed in the code to enter its pen. The pen was actually a relatively small science lab. The room was fairly dark the only light coming from glowing computers on the left wall.

The other scientists were already there, monitoring its levels and preparing to administer the necessary chemicals for proper control. After all it was not intelligent enough to be trusted with free will. It wasn't even fully Irken. It lay motionless on a lab table tucked against the right wall. Many Wires and tubes were connected to its head and pak. Its eyes were closed. Bob didn't like it's non-Irken eyes staring at him. Black was such an ugly color.

"Sir the plug in has been downloaded from its pak." The scientist that handed him the wire barely withheld the sneer that went with the it. Commander Bob made a mental note to arrange a promotion for the scientist. He was both fairly tall and intelligent. Of course it was his height that gave him such. Bob didn't tollerate any sentimentality with the creature. It was a weapon a crude genetic weapon. A waste of the science that created it. He didn't resist his sneer.

However he accepted the cable from the scientist and plugged it into his pak. He reviewed its mission data, disappointed that the target a class green didn't act aggressively. However he still had to watch the recording. It always downplayed the meat of the mission.

As the full recording hit the commander he was immersed in the memories of the creature. It's every motion every emotion he felt and lived. Or rather it's lack of emotion. However his emotions were enough to make up for it. His laughter and comments were mental. the images were just memories temporarily downloaded into his pak to be deleted later. At least most were. One or two he kept for personal enjoyment.

He sped through the entrance into the facility and it's progress to the target. He slowed and reveled in the delightful splash of blood, feeling the rich blood through it's gloved claw. He laughed with sadistic glee, as the worm of an Irken spasmed and twitched in death. The thoughtless motion of its claw dipped in blood touching its mouth allowed him the taste of the worms blood. He reveled in it backtracking and slowing the motion to explore the taste further. Through it all the fear sweat smell permeated the air. And while it didn't notice the scent he enjoyed the tangible feelings of the prey. As he ended the memory he felt a momentary sadness... that he wasn't there to cut the worm up a little more. This memory would be saved for later. He would even edit it so that the worm screamed.

Coming back to the real world he unhooked the plug and asked another of the scientists for any further information.

"Well sir it has information it deems is of importance, about the secondary objective." The new scientist showed her contempt for anything it would deem interesting. Bob recalled something about a case of information from the replay. It was no doubt some minor thing one of his underlings required for some experiment that would prove fruitless. However he was pleased today by its performance. He decided to humor it.

0203667 Waited with concrete patience as her commander reviewed her progress. She registered that he was willing to initiate verbal contact with her this time. She felt the risings of another unknown emotion.. Pride. Confused she decided it was a side effect of lack of the nutrition supplied by her caretakers. She had gone a longer time then usual without the medication and nutrition that was supplied at debriefings.

"0203667." Commander Stated in a voice she registered as belligerent.

"Commander sir." Remaining motionless as the commander loomed over her she was slightly dismayed by her scratchy voice. Of course she hadn't had reason to use it in a long time.

"You reported information that was of value." He stated. For the first time she noticed an edge to his voice. It was condescending. As if he viewed her as less then efficient. This caused more confusion.

"Sir! I have found a significant flaw in the target's research files. Files stated more then one offspring of the Dark death project. Target was misinformed. Such lies will reduce efficiency of further research" She paused awaiting the confirmation of her beliefs in what was beyond approach. She waited almost eagerly.

"I see." Bob looked down at the pathetic thing wasting a lab. He almost detected an emotion flicker across its face. Of course such a lesser being could not feel. He was more distracted by it's eyes. When talking to him it had opened it's horrible deformed eyes. Such ugly things. Of course the discovery of the other agents in control of other less able commanders warranted it's immediate termination. He almost felt regret at the loss of such entertainment. Almost. He knew however that the day of its termination was bound to occur sooner or later. It was a failure after all. He turned from its filthy eyes and motioned to a scientist.

"Don't bother with the drugs. Destroy it and all traces of its body."

For a moment time was frozen. In this frozen moment several things happened. The first was that 0203667's superior hearing and comprehension kicked in at the mention of termination by her commander. Keyed words from her commander were triggers to cause reactions in her brain. Termination was one of the words that put her into an attack mode that didn't stop till the target was dead. Normally the commander had no reason to speak that word in her presence but when he was to send her on a mission. With every inch of her on a fire with killing instinct the meaning of the words was instantly UN excusable clear.

They were going to kill her

She was going to die.

The second thing to occur in the frozen moment was that she realized she desperately and deeply did not want to die. She feared death.

The final occurrence was an evaluation of actions.

Priority one stay hidden

Priority two obey your tallest.

Priority three stay alive

Priority four obey your commands.

This crystal clear thing that occurred at last was that 0203667 realized that priority 2 was more important then 4. They had not issued a direct from the tallest order for her to die. There for the only course of action was to stay alive. To stay hidden. Every one in the room knew of her existence and therefore would die. This was her mission.

Time sped up.

Lithe as a cat one blade was drawn in a sweeping motion that cut all the cables and tubes connected to her body. The sweeping motion turned into a roll that took her of the operating table. Off the operating table and with in range of the first two scientists. From the roll she had landed in a kneeling position. She pushed to a standing position with an up and forwards slash, that gutted the first scientist from groin to chin. He was dead before he could bat an eye. While bringing her slash forward across she drew her second blade. Using the motion of drawing she stabbed the next scientist in the head. His own weight pulls the energy blade through his skull as he dropped. Keeping with the forward motion she uncrossed her arms. Like scissors the blades chopped off the second to last females head. The last scientist hearing the 'thunk' of her predecessor's head turned halfway before meeting a similar fate as Quilux.

Commander Bob place one claw on the first number of the code machine before he realized that he was in danger. When he turned to find out why he felt a chill down his antennae. He was surprised to view the hacked up corpses of his scientists in various poses of shock. Their last thoughts of distress and surprise were frozen on their mangled corpses. In the center of all the slaughtered was the creature. In the relative darkness of the room it could only be seen by the computer generated light reflected off it's demonic eyes and the two lowly humming ice blue energy blades. This image of death was the last he would ever behold. As it inserted one blade in his gut, and another in his eye, the pain shocked and dismayed him. As even the dim screen lights faded from his impaired vision his only regret was that he had allowed the abominations existence in the first place. He managed only to whisper with one last breath before the damage did more then blind him.

"You won't ever be a real Irken."

0203667 looked down at the man who had used her as a tool for much of her un-remembered existence, and although she had begun to feel, for this man she felt nothing. She shut off both daggers and replaced them in their holders. She typed in a summons to her cruiser. It would be ready to leave in the few moments it would take her to reach it. Then she activated her cloak and disappeared from sight.



Do you love it? Do you hate it? I have a feeling most of you hate and are too polite to say so. . Don't spare my feelings! Can you tell I'm suffering from a lack of confidence? For the two people who have reviewed THANK YOU! She will eventually get to earth but not for a while and it's not really going to be about Zim when she gets there.. Okay I'm lying. It's about Zim but she won't meet him. She may meet some of the actual cast though. Now for the non story crud. I have been watching adult swim lately...Mostly for Trigun. FLCL is great too. I like "Ride on shooting star" by the pillows.. It's a funky song.. I don't like blue gender. everybody dies. *that's not a spoiler it's the truth.* Any who for those who care about the story and not adult swim I am not going to be posting anything next week because I'm going to camp. I figure someone out there cares and that is why I'm telling the world. Hmm does the world care.. Note to self find out...

Dark Destiny, Assassin in her Tallest's service signing out *salute*