Disclaimer: We all know the drill; Jhonen Vazquez and Viacom own everything except the OC's and The Twilight Sun. I think I stayed up until three o'clock last night fixing the entire story. Do not ever try to do that, and then wake up to go to the doctor. It's bed news.

Vonix rubbed her third fingers, and looked back to outer space. There was hardly any other travel today, as she had seen no other ship. They probably had a lockdown today, she thought. Gazing up, she turned on the VisiCast, and turned to the local channel. She groaned as the headline, 'Armed and Dangerous Murderer Escapes,' flashed on the screen with headshots of her being profiled. The newscast only said that, somehow, she had taken out the two guards in her room, and escaped by using a cloth robe to get down to a lower level.

Vonix turned it off and unbelted herself. Getting up, she searched the cabin for a PAK repair droid. Luckily, she found one that would work for her, even if it was a bit outdated. One of her PAK cords grabbed the tiny droid, and pulled it into the PAK. Knowing it would take awhile; she sat back down, and meditated into a near non-processing state.

Start Log 1.1.2.5

This account is taken from my own PAK. It details my first meeting with the male Irken (Zim), who was seen in the 'evidence' against me in High Court.

The indigo-eyed smeet finally popped out of the lubricated tube, and tumbled into the smeet that went down before her. His magenta eyes narrowed in annoyance, and his antennae lowered. Groaning, he pushed the smeet off of him, and stood up. The female smeet looked up and stuck up her antennae in order to look larger. The older smeet noticed the action, and laughed as he nudged her back towards the pipe.

"Who are you?" asked the younger smeet. She struggled to get back up, and pushed the older smeet away. He cackled, and yelled, "I am Zim, the most supreme smeet that the planet Irk has ever known!" His antennae stood up as he heard another smeet being dropped down the pipe. Zim walked, tilted forwards to balance himself and his PAK, and stood in front of the opening. He tilted his head, and asked the other smeet, "Who are you?" He looked at her again, and saw her hands. "And what in Irk's name did you do to your hands?"

She looked down bashfully, and stuttered, "Uh…. I don't think I know yet." She remembered the pain of five minutes ago, and grimaced. She felt a slight shock from her back, and the phantom pain faded away as quick as it had came. "Something about liquid gears and fingers and metal," she replied. Zim snorted, and stared at her, "Of course, Zim does not need any help with his joints."

They heard the sounds of a smeet sliding down the tube, and Zim braced himself in front of the opening. The female smeet saw a flash of green skin, and it disappeared. She looked back at the entrance, and saw only Zim with his metal legs sticking out of his PAK. He grinned, and yelled back up the pipe, "This is my room. Get your own place!"

The smeet up the pipe started to squeal, and Zim laughed. His eyes connected with the female smeet's eyes. "If you want to know who you are," he started, "go sit in the chair." He pointed with a finger towards a small chair with a bowl with two holes hovering over it. She leaned to support the weight of her PAK, and walked to the chair. She crawled into the chair, and sat down on the shiny white plastic. The bowl dropped down, and hovered over the smeet's head, the two antennae fitting in the holes.

A translucent purple screen filled the clear bowl. A robotic voice echoed in the bowl, and she listened intently. "You are two minutes old, little smeet.Prepare to be filled with the whole ofIrken knowledge!"She sighed in relief, and the voice spoke again, more seriously. "Before you receive, you must understand that you will be the Irken that you will be conditioned to be. You can only be what you will be taught to be. If you fail, or decide to walk away from your given path in life, you will be terminated as a failure to the Irken people and the Irken Empire." The voice paused. "Do you accept this responsibility?"

The small smeet blinked, meekly nodded her head slowly, and whispered faintly, "Yes, if that is what is needed of me." A face popped up speedily on screen, and she jumped back as it smiled and say simply, "Good!" She turned, and looked back at Zim, and frowned as she watched him plug other smeets into the tube. The seat turned back by itself, and wires from above connected to her antennae and PAK. Everything outside of the bowl seemed to get darker, until she could only see the image on the bowl. Suddenly, she felt like she was falling down a pit, and she blacked out.

Lazily, she opened her eyes, and a feeling like a cold front passed through her body. She looked around, and, to her own amusement, could name everything. The bow lifted from her head, and the machine spoke again. "Upload complete! You have been given aname. Identify yourself." She smiled, and got off the chair. "I'm Vonix," she thought, and added, "An addition to the Irken Empire." Vonix walked towards the exit, and her antennae wiggled from the noise of more squealing, laughing, and the smell of smoke. She gulped, and turned around. Zim was laughing like a manic, and standing on a plugged pile of smeets.

"Zim," Vonix squeaked, " We need to get to Training Center!" Vonix watched him, and added, "They'll start without us." He whipped his head towards her direction and started to jog towards the exit. "Only a mere threat for Zim! They would never start without me!" He slowed down, and his antennae quivered. "Do you smell smoke?" She nodded, and they sprinted towards the Training Center. They heard squeaks and cracks behind them, and they ran as fast as their small legs could carry them.

They made it to the Center, and found the room with smeets close to their age. A robot eye blinked, and lowered its eyelid. It pointed at two seats at the farthest ring of the circular classroom. The two smeets sluggishly walked over to their seats, and more bowls, holo-visors, dropped onto the smeet's heads. Square plugs of information inserted themselves into the visors, and images appeared on the screen. Vonix focused her visor, and looked around. She was in a virtual environment.

Vonix looked in front of herself, and saw a transparent square of buttons, like a keyboard. When she would walk, it would follow her, always at a good arm's length away. To her right, she saw Zim typing away, most likely making weapons. Vonix peered to her left, and saw a short, pudgy Irken marveling at the environment. He looked over, and waved. She unsteadily waved back, and asked who he was.

"My name's Skoodge!" he said brightly. "I'm going to be an Invader." He showed her his hand, and it was apparent that he had drawn the Invader insignia on his hand rather clumsily. He grinned, and asked, "Who are you?" "Vonix. I don't know what I wanna be yet." She smiled, and stood straight as a machine's voice rang out in the environment. "This is a training environment. For the next ten years, you will be taught most forms of combat, including hand-to-hand, weapons, dogfights, and sneak attacks. More over, you will also be taught on how to handle most situations quickly and effectively." The smeets cheered, and the machine interrupted. "Your first mission is to learn to travel foreign terrain without being noticed. You start now!"

Lasers shot out from all over, and a quarter of the 400 students were picked up. Vonix and Skoodge jumped behind a rock, and watched other smeets try to avoid detection. Zim was, of course, screaming a war cry, and Skoodge pulled him down into the cover of the rocks. "Who are you to pull down Zim into rocks?" he challenged. Skoodge put a finger to his mouth, and cautioned him to be quiet. Zim pouted, and Vonix rolled her eyes in disgust. The hologram flickered, and the metallic voice thundered across the land.

"Is the smeet Zim present in the class?" The land was shockingly silent, and the machine coughed. " There has been a blackout on the surface of Irk. According to the video drones, Zim had something to do with this. Can you stand, or you will be forcibly removed from the simulation. All other students who stand will be teleported out with the lasers, so treat this as the simulation."

The smallest smeet stood up, yelled "I am Zim!," pushed Skoodge and Vonix out of the way, and strode out of the hologram. Thus was Skoodge and Vonix eliminated in the first test, and thus Horrible Painful Overload Day occurred, putting the surface of Irk in total darkness for five years.

End Log 1.1.2.5