The Tallest Betrayal
By thesuperdot
Chapter 9: A Day in the Life of Tallest Green
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I walk through the corridors of my flagship, not on an efficiency check or anything, but because I wish to go on a stroll.
Who am I? I am Green, Tallest Green.
What am I? I am the Irken Empire's Almighty Tallest. A high honor, to be sure.
I rather find it to be ironic, actually. I, Green, have become head of the great conquering race, the Irkens, when in reality, I'm fairly nice guy. Don't get me wrong, though, I can still be cruel and unusual. Take Red and Purple for example, although, there is a good reason for that. Trust me, getting cheated out of Tallest and dumped in a dump-planet can grate on the nerves, if you know what I mean. But that, that is a story for another day.
I pass over the catwalk of a Voot Dock where a number of Irken pilots, many of whom are the best, repair their Voot's and receive instructions of what's next. This group shall, if I can remember right, be heading to a possible location of Resisty members.
A pilot looks upward at me and I can accurately predict what will happen. He straightens up, wiggles his antennae, and yells as loud as he can, "ALL HAIL TALLEST GREEN!" Immediately everyone drops what they are doing, turns to me and salutes.
The cry is the same: "ALL HAIL TALLEST GREEN!"
I smile. That never gets old. I make a small gesture, and everyone resumes what they are doing.
I soon encounter a heavily armored door flanked by two elite guards. They also salute me. These are the Beta Labs; the highest of security is here. A deft wave of my hand opens the door, and to think, I could only get in with the permission of my sister before. Heh, I used to work under her, now it is her working under me!
I pause at the observation window of Lab 6, the most secure lab here. This is where the containment jars from Zim were sent, you can guess why they were put in the highest security lab complex in the highest secure lab there. Anything from Zim is bound to be dangerous.
Two techs are in here analyzing the clear liquid. "Scan complete, it appears to be a form of Hydrogen and Oxygen fused together. From prelim checks, we cannot determine why this is considered dangerous to our health."
The other tech notes this. "Shall we proceed to open the canisters?"
"Rodger. Activating robotic arms." The tech grabbed two joysticks and began to maneuver two arms around. It was apparent the he was new at it.
One arm nearly took the head off of the tech near the canister. "HEY! Watch it, buddy!" He yelled. The tech controlling the arms quickly regained control. He began to open the jar. An evil hiss escaped. "Okay, stasis field has been breached…"
The tech moves the arm carefully, but knocks the jar slightly, causing it to shake violently. "CAREFUL!"
The sudden yell startled the tech and he knocks the jar over and spills a healthy dose onto the other tech.
He glares at the tech. "You stupid son of aAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!" He collapses in pain. The other tech runs to the intercom.
"Emergency in Lab 6! Repeat, emergency in Lab 6! Medical team required!"
Years of training suddenly rush by me and into the lab. These Irken Medics are the best of the best, capable of every type of medical situation know to the Irken race.
I watch as the injured tech is safely taken to the med labs, and Jaz is currently scolding the tech who caused the accident.
I walk to the trauma center of the med labs, which is one floor up on my flagship.
They have the tech in a jar of blue fluid, specially designed for treating chemical burns. Switch on the Intercom to the room. "Is he alright?" I ask.
The medical officers in that room snap to attention and salute. "Yes, sir! Tech Icha shall make a full recovery!"
I nod in approval. "What about the substance?"
"We do not have a clear picture on it at this time. But we can tell you that getting bathed in the stuff will cause severe burns and pain. It also seems to take a little longer to heal than usual."
At that moment Jaz runs up to me. "Hey, Green!"
I turn to her. "Ah, Jaz, have to talked to the technician about his mistake?"
"Yeah, he's very sorry about that, wants your forgiveness and such. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh?"
"Yes, we, uh, caught the IEAB."
Ah yes, the IEAB. I have a big plan for that 'thing'.
"Where, may I ask, did you find it?"
"We found it in the artic sector, frozen in ice. Made it a whole lot easier to catch it. But, why do you need it?"
It's really quite simple. The small resistance group known as The Resisty has been causing problems of late. They have almost freed a planet from our grasp.
This cannot stand.
So, I have charged Jaz with the task of capturing the IEAB from our home world of Irk and bring it here. Not onto the ship of course, but just outside of it.
The group of elite pilots, whom saluted me while observing them, has been given a secret mission involving it.
They shall pilot a cargo ship, IEAB contained in it, to the world suspected of housing Resisty members and it's base, shoot the IEAB onto the planet and let it loose.
Simple, effective, brilliant.
I predict that one of three possibilities shall occur.
One, the IEAB eats and destroys the Resisty members and their base. After which we sent the IEAB to Earth's Moon.
Two, The Resisty destroy the IEAB. After which we come in a mop up what's left with the armada.
Three, the planet does not have any Resisty members or a base on it. Then we simply ship it off to Earth's Moon and collect it when do find out where the Resisty are hiding.
Once again, simple, effective, brilliant. I personally hope for two.
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As I talk with my top admiral, we wrap up a few loose ends and finish going over the plan we have set out. This mission, which I myself have devised relies exclusively on stealth. They cannot know what is coming to them; therefore, no broadcast will be made. It will be me, my admiral, and the pilots.
After a few minute we receive word of preparation and delivery of the IEAB, and we head to the hanger to give the final brief. I don't really do briefings myself, I try to stay away from the military operations unless it's related to OID2. This isn't, it's just a loose end to clean up.
Approaching the hanger, we here the familiar call: "Admiral and Almighty Tallest on deck!" And we find about 24 of the best pilots ready and waiting for us.
"At ease." Admiral Cornell says to the group. "You are the finest pilots this military has to offer, and I am pleased to say you have been given a mission of great secrecy. My Tallest, you have the floor."
I thank him and take my time looking at each of the pilots there. "Right. This is a mission of simplicity. Mainly guarding a cargo ship en route to a planet we think may be a base of ops for the Resisty."
A few of the pilots looked confused. "Why a cargo ship, sir? If the planet has a Resisty base, why not send a portion of the armada to wipe them out?" One asked.
I smiled; this was the exact question I was hoping for. I made a small signal to the hanger door operator. "The reason is simple. On top of keeping the cargo ship safe, you will also need to monitor the status of… well, take a look for yourself."
The pilots turned and gasped. There it was, in all its glory, the IEAB. It was situated a few hundred yards away, but you could still feel the raw power coursing inside of it.
"No way!" "They can't possibly be serious!" "This is insane."
"Now, do you see why the Almighty Tallest has seen fit to keep this a secret?" Admiral Cornell said. Everyone nodded.
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As the admiral finishes his speech, we ask the pilot for confirmation on what thye are to do during this mission. Admiral Cornell himself shall be piloting the cargo ship. I myself say few words of luck and head to the control room above. Before I can even step off the elevator, I am told everyone is ready. I watch as the admiral's ship docks into the specially made cargo ship dock, becoming the cockpit for the ship. Okay, Delivery Boy is ready, all systems go." He says through the intercom.
"Rodger that, all ships in Operation Gift, you are cleared to launch. Good luck." The tech says.
I watch as each ship takes off into hyperspace. The mission has begun, good luck, men, good luck.
I must go now, I feel a little hungry and a few other matters need my attention. I wonder if the injured tech is okay.
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Next Chapter Soon. Bleh, that's all I have to say. Hint to next chapter: Operation Skeptic is in full swing!