AHHHH I'm so happy to finally start writing this all out! This story was a very old, very long RP between a friend and me. This is probably my favorite RP I've ever done and wanted to continue it in fic format. Credit out to my friend for her OC Mai as well as coming up with the Mother tallest idea. Please let me know what you think!
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Our story starts on The Massive, home to the Irken Armada as well as the Almighty tallest. Everything has been going great, no more rebels, snacks were plentiful, and most of all-
No more Zim
The little invader hadn't bothered them in a long while and the Tallest had forgotten about him. Things were finally looking up for the Irken empire after getting rid of their #1 menace.
At least that's what they thought
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Back on planet Irk
Fresh out of the academy, Irken Nee was bright and bubbly, so excited to start her work as a researcher. She had been given special clearance to go into the database, a library type of building filled with the entirety of Irken knowledge. Instead of books it was filled with papers, files, video logs and the such. This made it very hard for her to see where exactly the files she was looking for were.
She was doing research on the rate of hatchings of Irken smeeteries over the years. This valuable knowledge would tell Irk if hatchings were increasing or decreasing. Every smeet was needed for the upcoming Impending Doom 3, so the Tallest were very adamant that smeet production be increased by at least 10%.
Nee was so honored to do this research. The numbers she calculates will help the empire know how many new smeets need to be made! It was a small job, but she was proud to help in some way
She went over to the section labeled "Smeetery". Should she just take them all? There were so many. What about the classified ones? Wait, why are there even classified files on the smeetery? That doesn't really make sense. What could possibly be in there?
Her curiosity got the better of her and she took the only classified file there was. All information will help, right?
She flipped through the pages, the first one saying "Classified: The Recruitment Project"
She kept reading, the next pages explaining what this project was
"The Recruitment Project
Under the rule of Tallest Miyuki, she has ordered that for the first ever project, Impending Doom 1, we must increase smeet production by 50%" Nee froze. 50% was impossible! How in the world were they gonna do that? She flipped to the next page
"In order to increase the smeet production, Miyuki has ordered that all smeet ages 300 and older be taken from the smeetery and put into military training. Effective: Immediately" Under that was a list of all smeet who were sent into training, and eventually sent into Impending Doom 1
Wait….if some of these smeets were only 300 when they were sent to impending doom 1, that means there are still legal smeet out on mission!
"MY TALLESSSSTTTTTT! AHHHH!" She ran around the halls clutching the file to her chest. She needed to find a caller thingy to alert her tallest!
But what if they get her in trouble for reading a classified file?...
She stopped in the middle of the hall
Then she had an idea, and took off running again
"MOTHER TALLESTS!"
She burst into the smeetery completely dripping in sweat and out of breath. She knew exactly who could help her. She ran around like a chicken with its head cut off
A few mother tallests watched her for a bit before one stopped her finally
"Child! What are you doing?" She asked a little concerned
"I….N-Need…..m….mother…talle…est…Mai…" She panted out about ready to pass out "Pleasee" The caregiver just scooped her up in her arms and walked her over to a pink office. The walls were covered in stickers and drawings from a few artistically talented smeet. Sitting at the desk was the leader of the smeetery, Mother Tallest Mai
If anyone could talk to Almighty Red and Purple it was her. She didnt take shit from no one
The MT who had carried her here set her down right on Mai's desk instead of a chair. She was thankful considering she wouldn't be able to see over the desk if she was seated in a chair, everything was the tallest size here. It was comforting every time she came here, this place always made her feel small and at home
She slammed the file down on the desk she was sitting on "Please read this! NOw!" she was thankful she had finally caught her breath but was still impatient
"Good job saying please, do you want a sticker?" she asked with a smile, already pulling out the sticker sheet
She blushed "P-Please?" she said softly right before Mai put a sticker on Nee's forehead. Nee finally felt calm "Thank you Mother tallest but please read this, it is very urgent" she remembered why she was there and slid the file over more
Mai looked a little curious and took it, her face getting more and more serious as she read it before standing up "Thank you for bringing me this, I'll take care of it. Feel free to go back to work little one" With that she walked out leaving Nee alone in the office.
She looked serious and a little angry as she marched down the halls. Everyone stepped out of her way, knowing not to mess with her when she looked upset. Everyone knew her and had the highest level of respect for her having been under her care at some point, including the tallest. She was probably the only one, besides the control brains that they listened to and respected. She is the oldest Irken alive, but did not look old at all, one of the biggest perks of having a 1st generation Pak. Her eyes and MT uniform, a sapphire blue and very long curled antenna made her resemble the late tallest Miyuki, another thing to make most Irken shiver in fear.
"Red, Purple" She calls out, much like a mother calls the name of kids who are in trouble, as she enters the Massives control room. Both tallest instinctively jump at hearing their name called in that familiar voice from their youth. They both look at eachother with that oh shit face
They were both racking their Paks for what they might have done wrong before she stops in front of them, takes the soda out of Red's hand and puts the file in its place
"Hey! That's mine!" Red reached for his drink but stopped as she stared him down with the 'you're in trouble' mom glare. He huffed and opened the file to read and Purple looked over Red's shoulder to read too
After reading it he threw it on the top of the table drone "And? What do you expect us to do about it?
"You need to bring all these smeets back! I thought that was obvious!" Mai said exasperated
"Not gonna happen, we're starting Impending Doom 3 next cycle and need as many soldiers as we can. Were not putting qualified soldiers back in a smeetery, that makes no sense!" Red said, pissed off now.
Purple looked at Red like he was insane. He had more balls than him, that's for sure.
Mai put her hand on her hip "You can keep the soldiers who are already old enough, but there are some out there who are still smeet! You need to bring them back"
"Or what? You have no power over us" Purple chimed in, not wanting to die "Uhh, I think we should Red…"
"You know what, you're right. I don't have power over you. But do you know who does?" Mai said using her last card
Red's face went a little pale "You wouldn't…" If the control brains heard he had denied bringing back smeet that he knew were in danger, it could be considered treason. He grumbled "Fine! Whatever, lemme see the list. You and a few others can go collect them" He picked the file back up and scrolled over it, highlighting in different colors who was to pick up who. Then he got to the last one, the youngest of all to be sent out, the name he hoped never to hear again
"Zim…"
