Saturnine
(Mainly) From the Imagination of Amonl'isa
Chapter two. Yaaay.
OMFG. I'm Jhonen Vasquez! Of course I'm wasting my time on here! ...Haha. Yeah right.
The plannet Iorg, as seen in "Invader ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!" by Greenjellohead, is actually where Bak's invading, considering Bak is Greenjellohead's character. Haha, okay, just thought you should know.
Chapter Two
Hatchet Job
"Kaaaaaaz! Oh Kaaaaz!" Purple called out as he beamed back into The Massive, making his way over to the fairly-tall tech worker. "Did you see? Did you see? Red almost puked!" He reported, quite happily, as he finished his way to the Elite.
"Oh yes, I did see." She replied in a standard way, though politely, despite the fact she didn't want to be polite to the Tallests, though Purple hadn't done anything too bad, except for the whole Zim thing... "It was interesting, I have to say. Is he okay?"
"Yeeeaahh...About that..." Purple looked over, watching a few Guards support his fellow Tallest. "Yeah he's fine...Sort of."
Kaz nodded, trying not to laugh that Red's deed had gotten him sick. Very, very sick, he looked terrible. "Maybe he should rest? With all due respect, of course, My Tallest."
"Hey...That's a good idea!" Purple burst, yelling over to the Guards. "Go get him some donuts, it'll make him feel better!" The guards did as they were told before replacing Red on his platform.
"...Donuts...?" He twitched, before retreating to go spill the contents of his squeedily spooch.
"Maybe donuts won't make him feel better..." Purple sighed, falling deep into thought. "But, they're donuts! They make everybody feel better...So if they don't make Red feel better, t-then...T-then..." The Tallest thought, before going into a state of catastrophic screaming. Many of the Elites that were beaming up as they spoke, winced and twitched their antennae as they made their way to do what they needed to do, some on the computers, some fixing things, and others doing the bidding of the Tallest.
Red returned shortly, a very unhappy look on his face as a chair scooted up to him, which he sat in. Purple rushed over, smiling. "Better sober up quick, Red. We're going at it in a few days."
"...Urgh..."
Kaz grinned, shaking her head and returning to her work. Numerous little screens popped up, all with information that she needed. Scrolls and scrolls of Irken figures raced up and down the screens as she tapped a pink button, a cup diving into Red's cupholder. "Thought it might help, My Tallest."
"...Sure."
She held back the urge to sigh and shake her head. Did she want to serve the Tallest? Not quite. But she had to make it convincing, did she not. Time went by very, very slowly, and eventually night 'fell' over the Massive. Although it did not get darker, a few of the Elite got their time off, including Kaz.
"Kaaaaaz! Oh, Kaaaaaz!" Purple screeched, poking his head out into one of the halls. "Don't forget, tomorrow is a big prep day, so we'll need you to monitor the Armada as we go to Gymmavia, okay?"
"Yes, My Tallest."
"Goodie."
Kaz turned from Purple, walking down the long corridor until she reached a door. Pressing some numbers on the keypad, the door slid open, and she walked down yet another corridor, this one lined with several dark purple doors. She reached a few doors down, and pulled up to one on the left, pressing more numbers on a keypad before repeating the same process, reaching a large, purple door - yet again. This time, she pressed the pad numbers down, and instead of revealing another corridor, it was her quarters. Home, sweet, home. Or close enough.
The taller Irken went into the room, which held a bed, and numerous machines used to do PAK work, followed by a large computer. Although they didn't require sleep, it was still nice to rest every so often, especially when you were doing things on a handheld computer, or something.
Tomorrow was the big prep day for the follow up, and the day after that was the actual date of it. That was the day she needed.
The female Irken went to her computer, sitting down on a mechanical chair before poking a few buttons, making the screen light with brilliance.
'Welcome, Kaz.' It chimed in a robotic voice, she smiled.
"Computer, run a diagnostic on what Invader Zim is doing." Kaz ordered it before standing up, walking around to a small bathroom-sized room, which actually served as a pantry. Picking up a soda, she walked back to see what the computer had gathered.
'One Invader Zim, location; Earth. Do you want to send a transmission?'
"No. Monitor."
The screen shifted to a scene with a small, green, Irken. He was talking to a SIR unit, which was doing - odd - things to a taco.
"Taaaaaacoo!" It screamed, hugging the piece of food.
"No, no Gir! Bad! Put the taco dooown." The Irken commanded, the SIR - Gir - listened. He snatched the Taco and threw it out the window, where a squirrel got to it.
"Taaaaaacoo!" It screamed again, "Taco, I loveded you! I loveded you, oh please come baack!" It sobbed, bringing robotic hands up to it's glowing eyes.
"No, Gir. The taco won't come back."
"End Monitor," Kaz called, the computer shutting off. "Run a diagnostic on one Invader Bak." The computer errupted into a low-pitched series of numerical tappings, before the electronic voice chimed up again.
'One Invader Bak, location; Iorg. Do you want to send a transmission?'
"Yes, connect me to Invader Bak."
The computer errupted into the same fit of noises before a screen popped up, revealing a - yet again - empty chair. The alert rang in the background for a few minutes before a very disgruntled Bak appeared, clutching a SIR unit. "Oh, hey Kaz. Kak was doing something weird to the Iorgians, so I had to stop her before she really screwed things up, sorry for the wait."
"It's fine." Kaz replied, poking a bendy straw into her soda and sipping it. "Anything new? Aside from your crazy SIR, that is?"
"Nah, just the same-old. The Iorgians are getting mad, though. I'm going to have to wipe it out soon." The Irken grabbed a bag of Iorgian snacks, which looked oddly like brown marshmellows. "Anything new there?"
"Nah, Tallest Red was sick though, almost feel bad for him..." She paused, catching herself, "Almost."
"Haha, yeah. The Snack-A-Thon was nasty, I'm glad I missed it."
"Yeah, me too. I did a diagnostic on Zim, he was scolding his SIR about a taco or something. Looks like we have two defective SIRs..."
"Kak is not defective, she's just...wacky."
"Never say that word again."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Computer, run a diagnostic on Tallest Red."
It chimed up with it's series of odd noises before;
'One Tallest Red, location; The Massive. Do you want to send a transmission?'
"No, monitor."
Another small screen popped up, revealing the actions of the Tallests. "Hide."
The rim of the message became transparent, meaning that the Tallest wouldn't know they were being watched. Zim, on the other hand, hadn't seemed to notice.
"Hey, Kaz, what're they doing?"
"Red seems sick, still...Purple is talking about chips."
"Oh."
There was a loud crash from the monitoring screen of the Tallest, and a large computer fell, followed by a few screams of 'Get out of the way!' and 'You, yeah you, go get Elite Kaz!'
"Oh, they're calling for me. Computer, end monitor." The computer shut off the monitor screen. "I'll talk to you soon, Bak. Computer, hold." The transmission lowered itself onto a scroll bar, but didn't turn off. It also muted sounds coming from Bak's side. As if on cue, there was a swift 'swoosh' of the door, and an Elite standing in it's place.
"Elite Kaz, the Almighty Tallests want you."
"Yes, thank you Elite Vooz." She got up, walked out the door, and reached the Tallests' platform just in time to hear Purple shouting; "You're fired! To Foodcourtia with you!" to a poor, unsuspecting Elite, who was then beamed to a smaller ship to take him to the planet.
"My Tallests," Kaz spoke, saluting. "You called?"
"Yeah!" Tallest Purple said, turning and pointing one long, spindly finger toward the fallen computer. "It's broken, some idiot did something. Fix it."
"Yes, My Tallest." She went to the computer, and with some help from a few other Elites, got it standing upright. She told them to get her a few materials - her being taller than them, she was given permission to order around the shorter Elites - and set about to seeing what the problem was. "Aha..."
"Is it bad?" A worried Purple asked, looming over Kaz's shoulder. "Not at all, My Tallest, it's fine. It should be fixed in a few moments."
"Oh good! Then we can have more snacks!"
"...Snacks...?" A very unhappy-looking Red muttered, before retreating again. Purple glanced over, a bit distressed, but seemed to shrug it off.
Meanwhile, the Elites returned with the required tools, and Kaz set back to fixing the computer. Hours later, she righted herself, legs cramping and all. "Well, My Tallests, it's fixed." Purple nodded to her, since Red had been in no condition to do so. Kaz left, walking down the same labrynth of corridors, until she reached her room.
"Computer, online."
The conversation with Bak came up, only to find an empty chair. Kaz sighed, since the alert wouldn't come on, seeing as she hadn't exited the conversation. "Bak! Bak, listen to me, if you can hear this, get your little Irken butt to that chair."
Nothing.
"Bak..."
Nothing.
A few minutes later, Bak returned, one of her unusually curly antennae bent awkwardly. "Oh, sorry Kaz, Kak again..."
"It's fine. Sorry, the computer was damaged farther than I thought it was...But something tells me it's going to be a very long night..."
