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Crazy In The Air
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(Planet Irk, Control Brains Headquarters, Fifth Floor)
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She was crying.
Oh, by the past Tallest Miyuki, she was crying.
Irkens don't cry!
"Please, listen to me- We have to get out of here! We won't survive if we stay!"
Lime green eyes narrowed dangerously, antennas bending flat against her head in a defensive position. She had never felt this sort of pain in her life. It wasn't the Irken way to be so emotionally distressed, it wasn't emotions that controlled you, it was power. It was raw and majestic power that obtained everything, not some pitiful emotions. Her knees began to crumble under the weight of everything; strong hands gripped her forearms to keep her from collapsing. She wished she could though, how much easier it would be just to fall to her knees and cry.
"No. No, no, no… We can't-"
"Damnit, Gig! Look at everything around us!"
"It's not that bad-"
"Not that bad? Not that bad?!"
She flinched at his harsh tone, her eyes making contact with the pair of gray eyes, only to regret the decision a nanosecond later. Through her tears she still caught the rage and disgust marked over the Commander's features, fingers dug through the white fabric of her uniform. Rage. Disgust. Pain. Large amounts of pain that was both physical and mental. Those soldiers that had been beaten and tortured before her very eyes.
Tallest Red.
A sob escaped from deep within the back of her throat.
"The power supply is going to run out soon. We are already in chaos with the lack of power we have now, let alone when we actually run out of all if it. The Control Brains are destroyed with no way to repair them. Our Pak information, our history, and even our lives are completely gone. Tallest Purple is gone and hasn't been seen in over two months. Our birthing facilities are no longer functioning. Our population will decline very soon with what Tallest Red is about to make our soldiers and invaders do. There is no way we'll be able to populate in time; we haven't done a natural birth since Tallest Tangelo had been in rule…"
"We can't just-"
"He's starting the operation today."
"Commander-"
"He's starting Plan Dust today, Gig!"
"We can't just leave our home planet, Sic!"
Her shrill cry shocked him for a few moments, fingers loosening their grasp on the arms of his lover. Sobs raked through her thin body, hands covering her green face to hide her misery. With one muscular arm the Commander pulled the Advisor against his chest, his own desperation matching her own. Her fist slammed against his chest, hissing when she hurt her hand more than she had hurt her mate. Her eyes burned from all the hot tears trailing down her face, logic clouding with need.
They needed to leave.
They needed to stay on their home planet to make sure their Tallest would be protected.
"We'll be prisoners if we stay, Gig. We have to leave."
"We can't just leave the Tallest and our home."
"Our Tallest isn't the same as he once was and our other Tallest is gone. This isn't our home anymore, Gig."
"This is our home! We leave here and so does the rest of our race! Our entire lives have been spent here and only here! This is the planet that has built us and most of the universe! We can't just leave it for our own pleasure! That's not the Irken way! Are we Irken or are we not?!"
Words screamed and sorrow was no longer masked behind a clam demeanor.
"Do you really want to be an Irken at this point?"
The only answer he was given was Gig slipping to her knees.
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(Planet Earth, Zim's Base, Lab)
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Gir was shaking.
Dib had no idea what to do when the small unit started shaking uncontrollably. He had been playing with a taco dressed up in Barbie clothing when he just started acting crazy. Not his usual crazy though, that crazy he could handle. This was- Scary. Tallest Purple gave a girly squeal when Gir started violently twitching, head banging from side to side and arms moving away. Both the human and Tallest just gazed in shock until Gir suddenly just stopped a few moments later, chin falling against his chest.
What? Did Gir just…?
Tallest Purple scoffed, though fear still marked his features.
"He was going to break someday, I mean, I only made that stupid unit outta some stuff I found. It's not like-"
The unit whipped his head off his chest a split second later.
An eerie silence lingered through the laboratory as the unit was glancing over his body like he had never seen himself before. A sneer crossed the robot's face at the sight of his body, disgusted by the sight of his small figure. His eyes began to wander over the equipment, lights flickering within the dim room that only had Dib, tallest Purple, and Gir in it. Blue eyes immediately froze on the sight of Tallest Purple, narrowed eyes analyzing every part of him. Confusion became fear, the human having no idea what to do in this situation. Did Gir just reset his own data base or something?
"Are you hurt, my Tallest?"
His breath caught in his throat.
That wasn't Gir's annoying voice. Instead what came out with smooth, slightly deep words, almost as though the unit speaking was of a higher intelligence level. That's not what scared the Tallest though.
He knew that voice.
"Gir?"
"Are you hurt, Purple?"
Antennas went far back against his head in a defensive pose.
The unit ignored its' own name.
"Yeah, of course I'm fine. We've been together this entire time, Gir. What? You finally make yourself snap or something, huh? Too many tacos?"
Fake laughter died down before it even had the chance to come out.
This wasn't Zim's defective unit Gir.
"Just- Who are you?"
"I have failed you once before, my Tallest, never twice must something negative happen. I am coming for you, do not worry. This time I shall not fail you, Purple."
The unit's head fell downwards once more against his chest, not moving for a few seconds. When the head was lifted back up Gir was giggling like crazy, grabbing the taco in front of him. He started playing with his 'toy' once more, not acting like anything weird had just happened to him. Dib's face was a mixture between dread and absolute fear, hand gripping the front of his shirt like his heart was going to pop out any moment. Purple slowly blinked his eyes, two fingered hands unlatching from their grasp. He was shocked, but not scared. He was… Was he…?
Yes. He actually felt calm, almost relieved by what the unit had said. It was completely insane, he knew, but that voice… He knew. Tallest Purple knew that voice from somewhere; it was the voice of a friend from long ago.
'Pfft- You're crazy!'
'Oh, yeah. I'm the crazy one when you have two personalities. Yup. Completely me.'
'Shut up.'
"That was weird. Anyway, so, what was it that stoopid Zim wanted you to tell me?"
"But- I- That just- What? What?! Are you just going to ignore what had just-?"
"The plans, meatbag! Come on, I don't got all day! Chop, chop!"
Dib gaped at him like a goldfish removed form its bowl, but started talking right afterwards. What the heck was wrong with everyone today? Was crazy in the air or something?! If it was, well-
It was probably too late to save himself from it anyway.
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(One Day Later, Planet Irk, Through The Cities)
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Construction blared, drones yelling to one another with instructions easily heard, and Irkens of all sorts still talking about the disasters that had happened to their loved planet. Worries of tallest Purple spoken softly, fears of Tallest Red whispered, and silence of corruption never leaving anyone's lips. Planet Mortika was passing the planet's orbit, making the sky a dark purple. Nighttime was supposed to be peaceful for everyone. It wasn't though and it hadn't been since Purple had been taken.
Irken citizens were rushing every where to see if any of Irk's problems could be solved by their hands. Hands that didn't even try hard enough to save their planet. They were just pretending to actually care about their planet, but they didn't. With the way they all were acting there was no way that any of them wanted to really save their planet. Irk was an empire that was collapsing on itself and no one even realized it, except their leader. It had only been him to realize it and it would always be him. Just him. No one else.
A pair of red eyes gave a long, slow blink.
Then the screams came.
"What's happening?!"
"Why are the invaders off their invading planets?!"
Invaders and Elite members alike marched through the streets, lasers and spider-legs out and prepared to fire at any who dared to fight. Irkens were made to fight enemies, not their own race. You were a defect if you fought against your race, which none of them were. They weren't defective. They were Irken. Yet Elite members pulled their triggers at every citizen who tried resisting, wounding some, killing others. Though there were only thousands of Irkens below that the Tallest could see from his hovering platform, their screams made them sound like that there were millions. Perhaps billions.
Another blink.
"Attention- Irken citizens! Attention! Irk is under a national planetary lockdown! Everyone must go in doors to the nearest building possible! Stay calm, everything is under control! Please do not resist or you will be marked down as defective! Every one that is marked down shall be given the punishment of execution! Plan Dust is now activating! Repeat- Plan Dust is now activating!"
The announcement was barley heard over the roaring cries and lasers beaming away. Irkens were being shoved into the nearest building that was by them, fear clouding their faces. A blue eyed drone cried out as he reached a hand out towards a purple eyed, curly antenna Irken, her own hand reaching for his. Their finger tips brushed before two large shoulders gripped the male, pulling him away from what the Tallest perceived as his mate. He was shoved through a metallic door as the other drone was carried away, mouth opened wide though no words leaving her lips.
"Plan Dust has been authorized by the Tallest. Every Irken except those who were personally appointed will be kept stationed indoors until further notice. At least two soldiers will be placed in every sector. A solider will always be with an individual or a group, there will always be a soldier there… For your safety. Force fields are being placed all around to keep yo- Enemies out. Irk had been hailed from planet… Sekaroo not very long ago, they planning on an attack against Irk. We are trying our best to protect everyone with the lack of energy our planet has.
Only certain individuals will be able to step outside anytime in order to maintain peace. A warning signal will go off if someone that is not the chosen individual goes outside. This lockdown will not be kept for long; it'll only remain till the situation is fixed. Do not resist. Do not go outside unless permitted. We are trying our best to solve the issue."
Everyone was now within the buildings, city completely empty expect for the Tallest that was hovering high above his planet. Eyes narrowed to the remote in his grasp, only a single, red button on the small object. He raised his other hand to press the button, but hesitation overtook his actions, worry and fear clouding his eyes for a moment. Was this the right choice? Should he do this? How would this affect his people? This-
This is what had to happen to gain control over his chaotic planet.
"This is all for your safety. Do not panic. Everything is alright."
The Tallest pressed the button.
All of the glorious colors that the city glowered with were now gone, all of the lights shutting off in a split moment. Within a few seconds buildings were lit up with a dull red, sparks flickering here and there off the electrical fields. Dim purple lined streets and corners, lights not bright enough to help see in such a dark night like this. That didn't matter though; the lights weren't there to be flashy. They were there for extra security measures. Measures that should have been taken before his planet had been attacked and placed in a situation such as this one.
Lanes were now completely empty. Lively voices and musical sounds now gone. Majestic structures were now haunting towers that loomed over the planet. Ships weren't zooming overhead the planet, for every Elite member and invader were inside guarding citizens from escape. Metallic no longer reflected neon colors, instead the two simple colors of red and purple. Futuristic features no longer mattered for that fact that they appeared to be worse than a third-world country.
That wasn't far from the truth.
Is this the way that he should take control? There must be other means of finding Purple and fixing everything! This was complete madness, if he tried to work though this-
Eyes blinked once more.
And then he twitched.
No, this was the right choice.
…To Be Continued…
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