#I can't believe how long this took! Please forgive me! I think I've
changed my mind about finishing this story... I'm gonna do it!
Tah strolled down the long corridors of the Massive with truly nothing to do. Vil seemed to have things under control and had informed her that he would let her know when he needed her. She felt terribly empty with nothing to do – her only consolation being that Vil promised that she'd have a hand in Tzen's final capture. Well, that and the realization that her mission was now drawing to and end and that she would finally have some free time to spend on the Massive. She stretched out her arms and tried to relax. It was still difficult to believe that Tzen, her jolly former boss, was the evil man she'd been after all this time. She supposed he did have the resources, considering he was in charge of all the information on the ship.
Suddenly a small person passed her, his head buried in his little hands. Tah turned and watched him run off in the distance. 'Was that Yempt?' she wondered. She wasn't sure, but if it was, she knew he wouldn't want her to see him cry. He was very sensitive about that sort of thing, and she was still under the impression that he didn't like her very much. Instead she decided to report to her Tallest, who would be in the main transmission room. This new development was sure to please them, and it was nice to have happy news for once.
At the moment she walked in, Red and Purple were fighting over a remote control. However, when Purple saw her he released his grab, causing Red to fly backwards and fall on his ass. "Ow! That hurt!" Red growled at his co-ruler, who annoyingly paid no attention to him. Instead Purple walked up to Tah and escorted her into the room.
"Did you enjoy meeting Vil?" he asked happily. "I'm sorry we hadn't informed you about the presence of the Special Forces before, but its ultra- super-secret."
Tah smiled and walked up to help up Red, who was still lying on the floor with a disgruntled look on his face. "I'm glad SOMEBODY cares about my well-being! Hm!" He gave another mean glance at his friend before returning to his usual carefree mood. "At least the controller is mine!" He held up the remote with an air of triumph.
"My Tallest, I have good news to report!" The smile on Tah's face to prove this statement.
Red cheered, "Finally! An end to the doom and gloom!"
"What is it?" asked Purple in a more serious tone. He was still nervous about Tah's safety, and therefore could not feel relieved.
Tah took a long, calm breath before beginning. Indeed, she looked calmer than she had for a long time. "As both of you know I just visited with Vil. I certainly wish I'd known about him earlier." She wagged a reprimanding finger at her Tallest. "And here you told me I had 'sweeping authorization!'"
"But you did – or do – except we didn't think to – I mean we're so used to not mentioning them and – I'm really sorry – if it would have helped........." Purple sputtered, apparently embarrassed about the oversight.
The investigator shrugged. "It doesn't matter now. At least we've met now. And he's given me some valuable information. He's been on the same track as me, and has accomplished what I've failed to do. He has the distinction of having figured out who our evil mastermind is!" She lifted her arms as if she were praising the ceiling. "Thank goodness, it's over! Or almost ever at least."
"Don't keep us in suspense!" pleaded Purple, his hands wringing with anticipation.
"Yeah!" followed Red, "Spit it out! We'll send a squad over and," he pounded one fist into his other hand, "BAM!"
"No, no, no! This has to be done right. Remember, I have a whole list of cohorts that need arresting, and apparently so does Vil. If we take out the boss immediately, they'll all get the picture and jump ship. We need to think about how we want to catch him, and plan things accordingly."
"Feh! She's a planner." Red turned his head to his companion, "No wonder you like her!"
Purple rolled his eyes at his co-Tallest. "But who is it, Tah! My curiosity is getting the best of me! I swear we won't lay a single claw on him, and let you and Vil do whatever you like."
Red accompanies Purple's plead with a long, high-pitched, "Pleeeeaaaase!"
Tah shrugged and stepped closer to her leaders. She whispered as quietly as she could manage, "Tzen."
Purple immediately jumped. "What?! But he's one of our must trusted – most loyal – I can't believe that HE of all Irkens would –" Red slapped his claws over Purple's mouth, shutting the monarch up.
"Can't you tell she's trying to be all secretive-like? Geez!"
Tah smiled at the two. "It should be over soon. My second reason for dropping by was to request a new assignment. I need to figure out what I'm going to do after all this is trough. We had mentioned the position communications officer, or maybe I could do something more mechanical. I did study weapons systems in Divastis. Or whatever you think might be suitable for my talents. I trust your judgment completely. My only request," she asked in a shyer tone as she glanced over at Purple, "is that I am stationed on the Massive."
"Naturally!" exclaimed Purple with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. "I'm sure we'll be able to find something."
Red was also happy. He'd acquired a plate of nachos from somewhere and his mouth was covered in cheese. "Yeah, and you'll get more Reshma practice in too! I'll make you the second-best Reshma-fighter in the know universe!"
Purple eyed Red's nachos. "Hey, where'd you get those?"
Red held them away, "They're mine!"
"Aw! Can't I have some! I want some nachos!"
"You'll have to get your own, you purple menace!" Red began taunting his co-Tallest, dancing around the room while skillfully balancing his plate of nachos. Purple naturally chased him.
Tah cleared her through. "My Tallest!" she said in a loud voice. The two stopped what they were doing and looked at her. "I have a third request, my Tallest." She stepped forward, showing off her haggard appearance caused by stress and overwork. "I'd like to request the day off. I'm exhausted and I'm finally feeling an inclination toward rest."
"Of course!" It was only now that the two Tallest realized the smell that their fair companion was emitting. "Eh! How long has it been since you've bathed? Go and use some chalk, soldier!" Red took an authoritative stance, and Tah happily left the room. Purple munched on stolen nachos. The moment Tah was gone Red noticed the disappearance. He glared toward his companion. "Hey!"
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Yempt couldn't believe he was actually crying. He hadn't sobbed since he'd been a little smeet. He was angry at himself for being upset. Why should he be? He didn't care what Twaine thought of him. He'd only been using the flirtatious researcher as entertainment. Now that it was over he'd just have to find something else that would bring a little color and joy into his otherwise bland and boring life. He kicked the table in his room, only to injure himself. He ended up on the floor, holding his throbbing foot, sobbing loudly.
After a few moments Yempt couldn't help admitting that he did feel betrayed. That he actually thought of Twaine of his Huk'ra at the very least. He didn't want to think that Twaine had just been using him to have a little bit of fun. Then again, why shouldn't he throw away a little green-eyed shorty like Yempt? Especially after he said all those mean things to him. Yempt frantically tried to think back at his acquaintance with the cheerful researcher. Had he ever said anything encouraging to him? Had he not done everything in his power to discourage him? The realization that it was all his fault dawned upon Yempt.
He then remembered all the tragedy that had occurred during the past few days. The fact that Twaine was being manipulated to sneak about and set bombs. How could he fight with his Huk'ra when this kind of stuff was going on? Hadn't Twaine been miserable about his circumstance, and afraid for his very life? The more Yempt thought, the more he hated himself. How could he be so harsh to Twaine when the researcher was under all this stress?
He dried his eyes and straitened himself. "Burnt waffle indeed! I'll show him what kind of waffle I really am!" With this determined statement, Yempt marched out of the room, toward the Entertainment Center once more.
#Goodness! It took me, what, two years to update this time? Sorry! I promise not to do it again. Sorry this chapter was so short – I need to gauge my lengths again
Tah strolled down the long corridors of the Massive with truly nothing to do. Vil seemed to have things under control and had informed her that he would let her know when he needed her. She felt terribly empty with nothing to do – her only consolation being that Vil promised that she'd have a hand in Tzen's final capture. Well, that and the realization that her mission was now drawing to and end and that she would finally have some free time to spend on the Massive. She stretched out her arms and tried to relax. It was still difficult to believe that Tzen, her jolly former boss, was the evil man she'd been after all this time. She supposed he did have the resources, considering he was in charge of all the information on the ship.
Suddenly a small person passed her, his head buried in his little hands. Tah turned and watched him run off in the distance. 'Was that Yempt?' she wondered. She wasn't sure, but if it was, she knew he wouldn't want her to see him cry. He was very sensitive about that sort of thing, and she was still under the impression that he didn't like her very much. Instead she decided to report to her Tallest, who would be in the main transmission room. This new development was sure to please them, and it was nice to have happy news for once.
At the moment she walked in, Red and Purple were fighting over a remote control. However, when Purple saw her he released his grab, causing Red to fly backwards and fall on his ass. "Ow! That hurt!" Red growled at his co-ruler, who annoyingly paid no attention to him. Instead Purple walked up to Tah and escorted her into the room.
"Did you enjoy meeting Vil?" he asked happily. "I'm sorry we hadn't informed you about the presence of the Special Forces before, but its ultra- super-secret."
Tah smiled and walked up to help up Red, who was still lying on the floor with a disgruntled look on his face. "I'm glad SOMEBODY cares about my well-being! Hm!" He gave another mean glance at his friend before returning to his usual carefree mood. "At least the controller is mine!" He held up the remote with an air of triumph.
"My Tallest, I have good news to report!" The smile on Tah's face to prove this statement.
Red cheered, "Finally! An end to the doom and gloom!"
"What is it?" asked Purple in a more serious tone. He was still nervous about Tah's safety, and therefore could not feel relieved.
Tah took a long, calm breath before beginning. Indeed, she looked calmer than she had for a long time. "As both of you know I just visited with Vil. I certainly wish I'd known about him earlier." She wagged a reprimanding finger at her Tallest. "And here you told me I had 'sweeping authorization!'"
"But you did – or do – except we didn't think to – I mean we're so used to not mentioning them and – I'm really sorry – if it would have helped........." Purple sputtered, apparently embarrassed about the oversight.
The investigator shrugged. "It doesn't matter now. At least we've met now. And he's given me some valuable information. He's been on the same track as me, and has accomplished what I've failed to do. He has the distinction of having figured out who our evil mastermind is!" She lifted her arms as if she were praising the ceiling. "Thank goodness, it's over! Or almost ever at least."
"Don't keep us in suspense!" pleaded Purple, his hands wringing with anticipation.
"Yeah!" followed Red, "Spit it out! We'll send a squad over and," he pounded one fist into his other hand, "BAM!"
"No, no, no! This has to be done right. Remember, I have a whole list of cohorts that need arresting, and apparently so does Vil. If we take out the boss immediately, they'll all get the picture and jump ship. We need to think about how we want to catch him, and plan things accordingly."
"Feh! She's a planner." Red turned his head to his companion, "No wonder you like her!"
Purple rolled his eyes at his co-Tallest. "But who is it, Tah! My curiosity is getting the best of me! I swear we won't lay a single claw on him, and let you and Vil do whatever you like."
Red accompanies Purple's plead with a long, high-pitched, "Pleeeeaaaase!"
Tah shrugged and stepped closer to her leaders. She whispered as quietly as she could manage, "Tzen."
Purple immediately jumped. "What?! But he's one of our must trusted – most loyal – I can't believe that HE of all Irkens would –" Red slapped his claws over Purple's mouth, shutting the monarch up.
"Can't you tell she's trying to be all secretive-like? Geez!"
Tah smiled at the two. "It should be over soon. My second reason for dropping by was to request a new assignment. I need to figure out what I'm going to do after all this is trough. We had mentioned the position communications officer, or maybe I could do something more mechanical. I did study weapons systems in Divastis. Or whatever you think might be suitable for my talents. I trust your judgment completely. My only request," she asked in a shyer tone as she glanced over at Purple, "is that I am stationed on the Massive."
"Naturally!" exclaimed Purple with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. "I'm sure we'll be able to find something."
Red was also happy. He'd acquired a plate of nachos from somewhere and his mouth was covered in cheese. "Yeah, and you'll get more Reshma practice in too! I'll make you the second-best Reshma-fighter in the know universe!"
Purple eyed Red's nachos. "Hey, where'd you get those?"
Red held them away, "They're mine!"
"Aw! Can't I have some! I want some nachos!"
"You'll have to get your own, you purple menace!" Red began taunting his co-Tallest, dancing around the room while skillfully balancing his plate of nachos. Purple naturally chased him.
Tah cleared her through. "My Tallest!" she said in a loud voice. The two stopped what they were doing and looked at her. "I have a third request, my Tallest." She stepped forward, showing off her haggard appearance caused by stress and overwork. "I'd like to request the day off. I'm exhausted and I'm finally feeling an inclination toward rest."
"Of course!" It was only now that the two Tallest realized the smell that their fair companion was emitting. "Eh! How long has it been since you've bathed? Go and use some chalk, soldier!" Red took an authoritative stance, and Tah happily left the room. Purple munched on stolen nachos. The moment Tah was gone Red noticed the disappearance. He glared toward his companion. "Hey!"
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Yempt couldn't believe he was actually crying. He hadn't sobbed since he'd been a little smeet. He was angry at himself for being upset. Why should he be? He didn't care what Twaine thought of him. He'd only been using the flirtatious researcher as entertainment. Now that it was over he'd just have to find something else that would bring a little color and joy into his otherwise bland and boring life. He kicked the table in his room, only to injure himself. He ended up on the floor, holding his throbbing foot, sobbing loudly.
After a few moments Yempt couldn't help admitting that he did feel betrayed. That he actually thought of Twaine of his Huk'ra at the very least. He didn't want to think that Twaine had just been using him to have a little bit of fun. Then again, why shouldn't he throw away a little green-eyed shorty like Yempt? Especially after he said all those mean things to him. Yempt frantically tried to think back at his acquaintance with the cheerful researcher. Had he ever said anything encouraging to him? Had he not done everything in his power to discourage him? The realization that it was all his fault dawned upon Yempt.
He then remembered all the tragedy that had occurred during the past few days. The fact that Twaine was being manipulated to sneak about and set bombs. How could he fight with his Huk'ra when this kind of stuff was going on? Hadn't Twaine been miserable about his circumstance, and afraid for his very life? The more Yempt thought, the more he hated himself. How could he be so harsh to Twaine when the researcher was under all this stress?
He dried his eyes and straitened himself. "Burnt waffle indeed! I'll show him what kind of waffle I really am!" With this determined statement, Yempt marched out of the room, toward the Entertainment Center once more.
#Goodness! It took me, what, two years to update this time? Sorry! I promise not to do it again. Sorry this chapter was so short – I need to gauge my lengths again