A/N: Two song quotes in here, from "The Big Surprise" by the Elms and "Fall Awake" by the Echoing Green, respectively. Night is MINE and I know her well, so don't mess with her. We're both rather vicious sometimes.
Path: IrkenMilitary.IrkenElite.BioChem.Research.V47.Team12.LeadAgent4
Verify Name: Night
Auth Code: xxxxxxxxxx
Encryption Level: Bioscan
Override: Disabled
File: Journal
Entry: Things are going well right now. Formula 8933 is showing much promise as a possible Horrible Liquid Doom, and 8974 looks like it will test well too. Maes came by on inspections today and told me the Tallest are very excited about the HLD project. He said if it turns out as well as expected, I could get Master rank for it. That would be a huge step, and one I've been hoping to achieve for years.
I got a new pack of songs today from the post over at the supply center. It's getting hard to find what I like; with the Empire's expansion, a lot of the races that used to make good music have been wiped out, and the agents who supply the stuff have to go farther to find anything without heavy Irken influence. Not that our music is bad, it's just not what I want most of the time. There are a few really good songs in this pack, though, and I need to ask where they came from. I understand a lot of the words, but the metaphors are strange. The one I'm listening to right now -- "I'm your hand grenade and your lemonade cause I'll blow up and leave you sour"? What does that mean, Elms-creatures?
Entry: 8933 continues to test as expected. We should know in about four days for sure. The Tallest want to see the finished product, so we're supposed to inform the Massive as soon as we have it ready. They're in the area right now, and Maes says they'll probably come here personally. As Lead for the project, it will be my responsibility to present it to them. I'm a bit concerned; my appearance is not quite within their norms. There have only been two Elite Masters under twelve marks tall who were given that rank by the Tallest, and both were promoted for doing something utterly extraordinary. The side effects from all those viruses won't help. I've never heard of a mutated Elite Master under twenty-three marks tall, and those cases are usually just odd eye color or extra claws or something. Never one like me, with a mane, a tail, and fangs. The Division Masters have the ability to grant Elite Master rank, too (otherwise they'd never get enough Base Masters), and Maes has introduced me to our Div Master, Pri. He liked me and pretty much promised me rank.
Well, I just solved my own problem. The Tallest don't have to make me a Master. Pri will, eventually. Of course, I still have to make a good impression if I ever hope to advance beyond Master. Then again, these Tallest won't last forever. I'm working on making sure I do.
Entry (part B): Found out where the songs came from. Zim would be irate if he knew there were Irken trade agents exporting "his" planet's music. Not that they're clumsy enough for him to even realize they're there. I wonder . . . if Zim were indestructible, how long would he keep going? I'm sure the Empire wouldn't risk a real Invader on the same planet as him. If Earth music is as good as I think, I may have found an actual use for that defective idiot -- defending my music supply!
"Nothing can break you, nothing can take you down." - Echoing Green
That stuff is so addictive.