The transmission
"My Tallest, we have an incoming call from Irk. Shall I put it on screen?" Questioned an Irken co op. He was head of that department, controlling all the calls and messages that the Tallest received, on the Massive. Red and Purple looked up, from their snacking. "Is it urgent? We're kinda busy, here!" Purple replied, annoyed.
"Yes, My Tallest. On screen, now."
The image of an Irken female appeared, on the large screen in front of the pair. Both the leaders gawked at the figure, but finally Purple spoke. "W…who are you?" He asked his mouth full of food, some of it falling out of his mouth. His words, which sounded more like "Moo mar moo?", the female seemed to understand his question.
"Invader Kar, Graduate of the Academy, Sir." This meant she had trained, at the Academy for Future Invaders. The Tallest had been alerted that they'd soon be speaking to the First. Both aliens assumed her identity.
"W…wh…what do you w…want, I…I…Invader K…K…Kar?" Red spoke, this time. He was lucky, for Purple seemed at a loss for words. You see, this Irken was not only a female, which they rarely had, as invaders, but she was like none they'd ever seen!
Yes, Kar had that same light green skin, like everyone else, of their race, with a pair of black antennae that curled, in a spiky way. Something was glinting on one, and the Irken Leaders weren't sure what it was. It resembled a human earring. This "earring" was gold, and had a blue gem-like circle embedded inside. Kar was clothed in a sky blue and black, a most unusual combination, for an Irken, much less an Invader, I might add. A silver dog tag hung round her neck, shinning in the light. However, this was not the most peculiar thing about her, it was her eyes. They were not the normal red, or even purple…they were…orange!
Now this was a colour, on an Irken that is so rare, few have ever seen it. Sometimes, when a smeet (an Irken child) is created in the Machine, it comes out…different. The DNA of the two parents sometimes changes and creates this odd baby. Apparently, Kar was one of those smeets. Differences, like those Kar possessed, weren't feared, as in human society, but appreciated. They were rare things that deserved to be praised, honored, even. Differences showed originality, to its most blunt point and marked an unusually gifted Irken.
"I'd like to prove myself worthy of the title of an Invader. Are there no planets I can conquer, My Tallest?"
The Tallest hovered there, looking at each other. "W…we will talk about it." Then, they began a counsel, over the subject. "She's a bit small!" Purple complained.
"Not as small as Zim. We need a good invader, like Kar!" Red retorted.
"Zim! That gives me an idea. Perfect! We can send her to Earth, and she can take over!"
"You're absolutely right! We must act! To Earth she goes. And she could…" Red took a breath, and turned around, to face the screen and the waiting Kar. "We have decided to allow you, to take on a mission. You will go to a distance planet, called Earth. There, you will take care of a…little problem for us, known as Zim and take control of Earth, which was once his conquest. Claim it and all of its inhabitants for the Irken race. We will send the armada after you, to finish up and collect slaves." While speaking, Red mentally felt happy he wasn't stuttering. It was so terribly embarrassing! Kar, however, was used to getting stares and odd behavior around her.
"Yes, My Tallest!" she said, with a noble salute. "Thank you for this opportunity. You won't be let down, I promise you! Invader Kar, signing off!" With that, the screen grew dark. Purple and Red laughed.
"Finally! We will be rid of Zim!" The two did an odd sort of victory dance, while munching on donuts.
Author's Notes:
Coda: Hello, all! Yes, another cliff-hanger. Sadly, you will have to wait, just like all the other dirt-mokneys out there.
Zim: Yesss…Dirt-monkeys. Hey, that's actually a good one. Can I use that?
Coda: ' Sure.
Zim: Yesss! Another insult for Zim's collection!
Coda: Why do you talk about yourself, in third person, Zimmy?
Zim: Because I can! And stop calling me that! I am Ziimmmm!
Coda: -gives him a look and laughs evily-
Zim: -is lost-
