Boomshakalaka! I have been summoned by readers to write more!

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Vort. Its former glory was no longer evident in the way it looked now. A dark desolate planet molded and crafted by its slaves to make it into a prison. It was a terrifying sight for those who used to call it home. It was a fear instilled into many who thought of rebelling. But it was a place only known as a testing facility to a select and special few.

Orange eyes wavered and a young Irken shivered involuntarily as the ship he was sitting in came closer to Vort.

He gagged, whether in sarcasm or fear even he was unsure of, and groaned loudly, "Why do WE have to go and investigate this? They KNOW I hate this place! They KNOW it's an insult to even suggest I come back here! I-"

The pilot chuckled, quoting the young Irk, "'I left once and made to leave only once. Why should I have to come back here when all I've ever known of this place has been tainted by the lab that brought me to this world?' And then I said, 'Because we're the closest ship in proximity to it.'"

N frowned at the pilot and huffed, "You think this is funny."

He stated it as fact, not a question.

The pilot nodded, smirking, "The great N, more infamously known as S.S., is afraid of planet Vort. S.S., who killed hundreds and stared evil right in the face. N, who has survived countless fatal wounds through incredibly fast regeneration and-"

"AND Saint," N interrupted, gripping the seat of his chair tightly, "whose face suddenly came into contact with his ship's dashboard when N, more infamously known as S.S., slammed a boot into the back of his head."

Saint laughed, shaking his head, "All right, I get it, no need to get testy."

The young Irk glared at him, "This place disgusts me. Don't tease me about it."

The red-eyed Irk nodded, "All right, I wont. Feel better?"

N growled, crossing his arms, "No, now turn this stupid ship around so I don't have to deal with that stupid planet all the way over there that some other Empire-heeding ship can go look at."

Saint sped the ship forward, "No can do. They said they needed an expert."

N rolled his eyes, "Well, how are you an expert in a prison planet?"

Saint smiled sadly, "Someone got out. Tallests want you."

The young Irk's crooked antennae flattened, "Me? I'M the expert?"

Saint's long antennae bobbed as he nodded, "You got out once, just as Vort was being reformed and invaded. You know most of the ins and outs that normal Irkens missed."

N slowly glared, "Oh. I see…"

"Now, you know it's not like that at all," Saint quickly added, setting the ship in autopilot to look at his comrade, "They think…" he paused, then sighed, "Reep."

N's eyes widened and he shoved Saint out of his seat to get at the pilot's controls, "Freakin'… MOVE, I'm driving!"

The young Irk pushed the ship to go faster and whined when he felt it wasn't going fast enough, "Go!" he yelled at the controls, "You weren't only built to make me mad, you were also built to DEFY me, weren't YOU?"

Saint quietly turned off the autopilot and let N rant at the ship as he made it head closer to Vort, sitting in the corner to avoid any misplaced anger.

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The inspection of the cell that once held Reep took a lot of effort from both Irkens not to have their heads explode. Saint had gone off to talk with one of the guards about the incident while N explored the cell.

The orange-eyed Irken touched the burns that scarred the walls and floors, slices of metal had been torn away in certain places and dents from very strong and very well-placed punches were littered all over the place.

N sighed heavily, shaking his head, "What… How could this have happened…?"

A small noise traveled across the room to N, a small hiss. The young Irken's antennae perked and he turned towards the noise; it was coming from another cell.

N frowned and left Reep's former prison in favor of finding the person hissing at him. Saint watched him carefully as he left, still talking to the guard who was supposed to have been watching the escaped convict.

The young Irk passed a couple cells and stopped in front of a low security grade door. The hissing stopped and whoever had been making the noise paused.

"… Hey, S.S. or N or whatever the hell you call yourself now…"

N's antennae perked, "Ray? They kept you in this place?"

Ray's eyes came up to the small window on the door and he growled, "Yeah, laugh now, but I want a deal here."

Ray's antennae were flat against his head as he stared back at N. From what could be seen through the little window, the Irken prisoner still had some scrapes and bruises from the battle on Clavictoo from only a few months prior.

Orange eyes narrowed and N scoffed, "Forget it. Just because you 'knew' me means nothing. You're worthless and I have to get back to work."

"No! Wait, you can't leave me like this! I have information about how he escaped!"

N stiffened and he growled softly, "… Fine. What is it?"

Ray sneered, "Nah, nah, nah, first you do me a favor."

The young Irk crossed his arms, "What then?"

Ray held up his hands, showing off that every single finger attached to each palm was broken, "ZiM's been having the guards break my fingers since I got here. He says it's punishment for having tried to kidnap your little brother. I want that to stop. I ALSO want to have my sentence reduced by at least a few years AND I want to be moved to cell section B-16."

N blinked, his eyes widening, "B-16- B-16 is a kiddy prison! Corrupt BANKERS get sent there!" he snarled, "Forget it Ray! I hope you rot!"

"But I know some things! I know how he got out and everything! At least get ZiM to stop recommending my fingers should be broken!"

The young Irken huffed, "Just tell me what you want to say so I can get on with my life."

Ray breathed softly, "Good… O.K., well look a few months ago he started babbling in old Irken. And I mean the OLD stuff. Granted, I don't know if he's fluent in that, but I learned a little old Vortian to pick up Vortian babes," he smirked dreamily, "a lot of them think that's hot… But as quickly as he started saying old Irken stuff, he was speaking old Vortian, too! And a bunch of other languages that I don't think have been spoken in forever because people forgot how to pronounce the words."

"How is this even helpful to me, Ray?" N growled, his face inching closer to the cell door, "How is this even helpful to YOU?"

"Because," Ray whispered quietly, "it happened around the same time he started throwing fire."

Orange eyes were wide again, but with surprise and horror.

Ray motioned to the end of the hallway, "When Reep was leaving, he passed my cell. He was speaking a mix of old Irken and Vortian. I didn't get most of what he said, but I'm assuming it has something to do with the smeet?"

N nodded, "Most likely…"

"Another thing, too," Ray sunk back a bit, "his eyes were almost black, man. I think he might have some kind of brain disease leaking into his eyes. Maybe he's going crazy, huh?"

N shook his head, "No. If he's throwing fire... In his cell, there's shredded metal and huge dents all over. Looks like practice…"

Ray shuddered, "Just… one more thing."

"What," N hissed.

Ray made another motion to the end of the hall, "Last cell. Reep stopped there to talk to her… I only picked up a little bit from that too. It sounded like he was bragging and cursing at her…"

"'Her'," N asked quietly; his attention was now at the last cell.

Ray nodded, "Yeah. Chi," he watched as N visibly stiffened, "She's older. She may have had time to study some of these older languages."

The young Irk balled his fists up at his side and sighed heavily as he started to walk from Ray's cell.

"Hey," Ray called from his prison, "she's been asking for you! Isn't that a shame?"

N simply growled and stomped to the final cell on the end of the block. He peered into the cell door's little window, then knocked softly.

A dark figure loomed over to the door, dark, shiny green eyes leering at his own bright orange eyes.

"… Hello, S.S. I've missed you very much."

N glared back at her, "Chi. I'm happy to say the feeling is unreciprocated."

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TAKE THAT, CHICKEN WINNERS. If you read the first Eclipse, then I didn't have to explain much, now did I? R&R And if you send me fanart on deviantart (my user name is megadoomingir) I just might update more… *hinthintHINT*