Saturnine

(Mainly) From the Imagination of Amonl'isa

Well, here we are. BIG, this is BIG. Almost as big as Dib's obnoxiously large head. Anywhooooo, it has BAK in it. Yay for Bak! Anyways, it's got FOUR OC's, crazy, huh? Anywho, this is the PREQUEL thingamachokey to And Paranoia Sets In.

It's a fanfiction, I'm NOT Jhonen, we all know that. If I WAS, which I am NOT, I'd be doing much better things. Like...Drawing. Or something.

Chapter One
Omnipotent

"Break?"

"Break."

The two Tallests sighed contentedly, after the weekly broadcast of Zim's transmission, they had just stopped their over-corrupt fit of laughter. The rest of the Irken Elites were still recovering from their prone-to fits of giggles, even the ones manning the computers, all but one. It was because of their power, it was. That they were always laughed with. She supposed it was half because of Zim's...doings, but still, she considered it wrong. Not that they cared, though.

The large screen lit up again, though it was the Tallests, and their own transmission.

"Citizens of Irk, we invite you to the annual Snack-A-Thon," Red spoke, before Purple prodded in, in his high-pitched voice. "We have snacks!"

Many of the Elites were given the day off, considering they were to attend the Snack-A-Thon, on Foodcourtia. Though the planet had been vacated of all other species, Kaz still didn't want to go. Instead, she offered to watch the Armada while the Tallests were away. Of course, they didn't seem to have too much of a problem with it, considering they were going off to stuff their faces with carbohydrate-filled goodies. The follow-up for the Snack-A-Thon was scheduled a few days later.

After the many Elites, the Tallest, the guards, and other such Irkens left the ship, being teleported onto Foodcourtia, Kaz sighed - having the whole Armada to herself, give or take a few ships that were still being piloted. Turning to the large computer, she tapped in a few keys, sending the Armada's ships into orbit. "Ah..."

Though things wouldn't be that peaceful for too long, instead, she had business to attend to. The Irken pressed a few more buttons, which disabled the main-transmitter, so she could send out private messages. She tapped a few other keys, and a large image appeared. It was vacant at the moment, but the faint buzzing of 'New Message' was heard from the other side, immediately, a shorter Irken sat before the screen.

"Bak."

"Kaz."

"Good to hear from you," Kaz turned around, making sure nobody was in the main ship. "Did you catch the Tallest's broadcast about Zim?"

"Yes, and it pisses me off!"

"Shh! Somebody might try tapping our calls. I disabled the main sources of intercepting technology, but I don't know, there might be a private source trying to hack in. So be careful, okay?"

"Fine. But only 'cause I don't want to get caught."

The short Irken crossed her arms across her purple-shaded shirt, the top to the standard Invader uniform. "So, they're stuffing their faces?"

"Yup."

They sat like that for a few minutes, before Kaz reached up and pulled separate, smaller screens to line the main one. Just a monitor for the Armada, to make sure they weren't going anywhere. "How's it going on Iorg?"

"Okay, I guess. Kak's settling a bit of stuff right now, but other than that..."

"Good, we'll need you back soon. But remember not to attract attention to yourself, we don't need the Tallests knowing you're here."

Kaz pressed a few more buttons on the keypad, bringing two screens up, one behind her, so Bak, the other Irken, could see what was going on. The screen before Kaz settled amongst the monitoring ones. "That's what's going down in Foodcourtia. I love being tall."

It was true, although most of the Elites were tall, she was by far the tallest of them. Though her height was lingering dangerously close to the Tallests', and so she constantly had to 'attempt' to make herself seem shorter. The last Irken that became too tall was banished, and she didn't need that. Not now. Bak, on the other hand, was much shorter than Kaz, in fact, she was even shorter than Zim, which was a feat in itself.

"Eh, whatever." Bak mumbled, leaning forward so she could see the screen behind Kaz better, but failing somewhat. "Could you add it to the corner? It's hard to monitor from here."

"Here," The Elite spoke, tapping away at a few, lesser-used keys on the pad, until she had made her way into Bak's base, bringing up a separate screen for the small Irken. "Better?"

"Yes, but you don't have to show off."

"Sorry."

They went on with conversations, watching the screen intently, looking to find the Tallest, still, stuffing potato chips, donuts, and all other imaginable junk food into their mouths.

"Disgusting..." Bak mumbled, only to be hushed by Kaz, who didn't want anything to happen. "Now, I'll transmit from my quarters next, you got that? I think I can reach it from the main computer..." She trailed off, bringing up another screen, blocking Bak's view from Kaz. She watched as a small, light 'beep, beep' came up to signify she had tapped it right. She hacked away at the board again, before getting up and relocating herself to another side of the room, to secure things. "It's all good." She shouted to the other side of the large room, walking back to her station. "I'll transmit tomorrow, I've got a few things to do before then, but when the follow-up comes, I expect that will be when we go, eh?"

"I suppose, it sounds good."

There was a loud clanging in the background of Bak's transmission, along with a muffled struggle, and a few robotic shouts. Kaz peered around the small screen that was obscuring her view from Bak.

"Bak...?"

"Urgh! Kak!" The Irken screamed, looking over to Kaz's transmission. "Cut the ties, I've got to go settle something with Kak, she apparently didn't do something like I told her to." She emphasized the last part, as to scold the SIR. "Bye."

"Bye."

Click.

The screen went blank and returned in front of the Tallests' platform, as the Elite erased all contact history to Iorg from it. "There..."

Everything went smoothly from there, and Kaz reclined in her chair, monitoring the smaller ships floating aimlessly around Foodcourtia, and the events of the Snack-A-Thon. Everything went peaceful, but of course it was. The Tallests had planned it.