Scoria: Oh, Irk, I'm SO sorry about the wait for this chapter D: A certain SOMEONE spilled soda all over my computer -. -

Dia: *inches away slowly*

Suddenly, a robotic arm flew down from the ceiling and attempted to grab Scoria and Sal.

Scoria leaped out of the way expertly. "Wow, I never thought Red and Purple would be smart enough to install a security system in here!" she remarked.

Scoria activated her ceiling boots and jumped up into the ceiling. She opened a panel in the robot arm.

Please Insert Password

Scoria blinked and typed in 'snacks'.

Access Granted

She rolled her eyes. "Predictable." Scoria started typing, and the robot arm fell limp. "Okay, Sal, where is the Voot-store-room-thingy?"

A map popped out of Sal's head and a large red X was placed at the left side of the Massive. Scoria grinned. "Les go!"

Meanwhile, in the Airlock. . .

Jaz let out a feral screech and dropped into the Airlock. There were three Irkens curled up together in the corner.

"Hay Irkens, want to be freeeeeh?" The Irkens continued to stare at the defective SIR.

Jaz blinked at them. "Ya'll coming or not?" she inquired, sending a grappling hook through the ceiling.

The Irkens looked at each other, then grabbed on Jaz. Jaz pressed a button on her grappling hook they flew upward.

Purple and Red were staring in disbelief from the other side of the clear door.

Meanwhile, in the Voot-store-room-thingy. . .

Scoria and Sal were screeching loudly, banging crowbars into Voot Cruisers. Scoria laughed like a maniac as one of them blew up.

"Warning, cloaked ship nearing," Scoria's watch-communicator announced.

Scoria whipped some goggles onto her face and stared out of the side of the Massive. "Hmm… a Resisty ship…"

Scoria reached into her pocket and pulled out a teleporter. She put in some coordinates and, with a bright flash of light, Lard Nar fell, dazed, into the Voot-store-room-thingy.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

When Lard Nar came to, he yelled in shock. There was an Irken and a blue-eyed SIR unit staring at him. "Wha-"

The Irken cut him off. "Lard Nar. Leader of the Resisty, hater of the Irken race. Care to join me in causing mayhem for the Tallests?" she inquired.

Lard Nar backed up. "Who's asking?" he asked defensively.

The Irken grinned devilishly. "Some Irkens call me a devil, others say I'm just insane. I'm Scoria."

Scoria: sooo… yah.