Author's Notes: Is anyone reading this anymore?
I got three nice reviews on this story, which I treasure, but at the seventh chapter now it gets depressing.
PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS.
Did anyone else see that?
SODOMY.
I suppose not.
Anyway, No, I don't own jack. Seriously, do I have to keep saying this? Like between the last chapter and this one I became the richest person on earth and bought out all the rights to Invader Zim. I do own Fer, Nyon, and Stek though-- I don't know who'd want them, anyway. And, you know, the plot. But it's sorta weak. So I don't think anyone wants that, either.
I'm also going away for a couple weeks, so the next chapter won't be up for a while. If you happen to stumble upon this and wonder where the next chapter is.
Fer was quickly assaulted by security droids on all sides. His arms were pinned to his torso, his legs bound. Free from the Pak that he despised, Fer had started thinking clearer, and suddenly began to realise the gravity of his situation.
Looking at the stunned expressions on his co-worker's faces, a feeling of dread began to collect in the middle of his squigglyspooch. 'Shit.'
Fer's co-workers continued their stunned silence as the droids suddenly lifted him up and began to take Fer away.
The ride dazed Fer. The droids darted at a speed he thought impossible for the squat robots, and he found that they could do more than hover, but actually managed to jet over buildings and take a short cut to the control brain headquarters. Removing one's own Pak willingly was considered one of the highest offenses, and Fer was sure that's where he was going.
As the droids lowered as a cluster towards the large building, the giant entrance doors opened automatically, and they sped by all the other Irkens inside so fast Fer hardly had time to catch a glimpse at what the inside looked like. The cluster turned down a hallway, jetted toward panel, and signaled some lights to it before tube opened from the center of the panel and sucked Fer in.
After about a minute of bumping his way down the tube, Fer flew out into an open room and landed with a thud on a platform. Looking up, he was face-to-... wrinkle with the control brain. The Tallests each stood on either side.
"Mechanic Fer," Tallest Red began, "You are accused of damaging a class-B security droid and... removing your Pak." Red said the last part slowly, looking up at Fer from the holographic report, staring at Fer's naked back.
"Why would you even do that?" Tallest Purple asked, annoyed by the whole situation. "I mean, I understand the droid thing, they're aggravating little poopies, but you'll die without your Pak!"
"In fact, why aren't you dying now?" Red asked, "According to this, you removed your Pak just under twenty minutes ago. You should've stopped living after five."
Fer clenched his fists, biting his lower lip. Chances are he would be terminated anyway, so he might as well not hold anything back.
"You're fools. All three of you."
"Your life's work will be populating and taking other planets, and you treat your home planet like a waste of space! I'm the only one that is different from the other Irkens. I'm the only one that cares about my homeland, and I'm the only one that can hear the heart of the planet. I can go this long without my Pak, because it's not the first time I've felt the freedom of going without it- I spent every free moment on my hill as Irkens should truly be until you- you dumbasses built a puppet theatre on it. On my hill. You say it's high treason simply because I've refused to be a slave."
"You're crazy," Purple quipped.
"Shut up," ordered the control brain. "Mechanic Fer, you will continue to defy your orders as a member of your Irken race?"
Fer looked at the brain. He probably didn't know what he was getting in to. "...Yes."
"And how long can you go without your Pak?"
Fer now was weary. "...About... an hour."
"Until you pledge and oath to your race, Tallests, and control brain, you are banned from reinstalling your Pak. You are not allowed to return to your quarters without your Pak and will be quarantined here. That is all."
Fer gulped. Pledging an oath to these buffoons wasn't even an option. How could he manage to survive without a Pak?
The Tallests began to leave, and a tube rushed out from another wall and sucked Fer up before he could do or say anything more. After another bumpy minute, he was spat out in a hallway, landing in front of a guard.
"Follow me," The guard instructed. Fer did as he was told.
After a long walk down a seemingly endless hallway, the guard stopped at one of the many doors. "These will be your new quarters. You are not allowed pass this doorway." There was a pause as Fer looked at him. "...There's a snack machine inside."
Fer walked in, the door shutting behind him. The room was nice. Ugly, but nice. There was a round bed-looking thing in the center. Half of one wall was taken up by a giant snack machine, the other half taken up by something Fer couldn't identify. Other than that, and a small, barred window looking over the planet, the room was empty.
Fer sat on the bed. He knew it was only for decoration. Irkens didn't really need sleep. Just like they didn't need to eat. The Pak kept them living without really living.
Fer sighed. Not that he would live long, anyway. Once he went over his time limit, his body would cease functioning. But Fer refused to submit to the control brain's demand.
Fer curled his fingers around the red bed sheets, then released them. It didn't really matter. He just wished he was dying on the sand, not this material.
That sounded nice. Dying on his planet. Dying for his planet. It sounded... romantic? What did he know.
Fer fell back on the bed, curled up, and closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.