"Hey! I want a message sent to ex-invaders Red and Purple. Tell them to report to us as soon as possible." Zim barked at one of the taller drones, who instantly snapped up with a salute.
"Yes, my Tallest!"
Tak watched him race off with a thoughtful look on her face. "That was one of the drones that I was considering promoting, Zim. He follows orders excellently, and quickly. Doesn't ask questions. We need more like him."
"Hmm yes that's nice." He muttered, staring at a spot on the floor.
The tall female sighed and continued on without him. If Zim wanted to stare at a spot, he could for as long as he wanted. It was none of her business, after all.
"I never want to see a plate of glibllygrop again, Red." A small Irken with purple eyes groaned to his companion, both dressed in ridiculous white uniforms with ugly, tall red hats. They both carried trays half their size, almost falling over with the weight of the greasy fast food.
"You and me both, Purple." Red gagged as he slammed a plate of the disgustingly salty dish on a customer's table.
Red and Purple were two tiny ex-invaders of equal height. They'd been banished to Foodcourtia, one of the busiest snacking planets in the universe, to serve as food service drones. Well, Red had been anyway. Purple had insisted to go with him. The two had been inseparable since they met at the academy, Purple a scientist and Red an elite solider.
Two pies on a plate, or however that ancient saying went.
"Red! Get your ass over here, man the register, I'm going out!" Their large, bulky boss Sizz-Lor grunted out at the short irken. He was a rude jerk who spit a little when he yelled. They hated him.
"Ugh. At least he's leaving." Red muttered to Purple as he made his way up front. Purple snickered.
Sizz-Lorr left as soon as Red got up to the register. Grabbing the stool from under the counter, he began taking orders from the gross customers.
Suddenly Purple jerked back, his PAK alerting him of an oncoming transmission. He instantly dropped the tray on the floor and ran into the break room. Pulling out a small screen from his PAK, he turned it on.
"Hello, Irken soliders! You have been summoned by the Tallest! Leave immediately and get to the Massive. Don't keep our leaders waiting!"
Purple was stunned for a second after the transmission cut off. The Tallest? Summon him? He scrambled up and hurried to Red.
"Red! Red please tell me you got one too!"
"Got what? A transmission?" He yelled over the roar of hungry people. "Yeah! What was it about?"
"The Tallest want us, I think. Right now. We gotta go!"
Hearing that, Red jumped down and threw his cap off. He ripped off the gross white uniform and sighed in relief.
"Thank Irk. I was about to strangle one of them. Let's get off this grease ball."
Zim was sitting in the large control room of the Massive, lounging around above the technicians and drones piloting the ship and other things. The Tallest had a special platform for them to sit on, for observing the drones, receiving and sending transmissions.
Almighty Tallest Tak and Zim handled their duties well, but Zim saw them as a burden. He'd always wait until the very last minute to show up and work, which annoyed Tak to no end.
But today it was Tak who was late. Red and Purple were standing in front of Zim awkwardly waiting for him to talk.
Zim just stared at them and took a bite of his donut. He was sending signals to her with their PAK link, but she was not replying. He decided he could handle this.
"Well, I am sure you are wondering why the mighty ZIM! Has ordered you here."
They nodded but Zim went on without a pause.
"We picked up a strange signal that you need to find the source of. It's on a planet so far away, it's not even registered. I'll have it's location downloaded into your PAKs." He stopped and eyed a technician, who jumped up and immediately did what his Tallest had implied.
"It's also very primitive, not at all like the superior Irken Empire!" Zim yelled, jumping up, his fists in the air.
His tall, imposing form made Purple take a step back behind Red.
Zim cleared his throat. "Now go. Find the source and report back. Don't do anything until myself or Tak gives the order. You are dismissed."
"Yes, my Tallest." Red begrudgingly mumbled with a mock salute. Purple simply saluted and they scurried off to get their Voot Cruisers and stock up on supplies. Their destination was months away, not too long a trip.
If their stupid leader had given them their "modified" cruisers.
Which of course, he had not. Zim was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He'd given Red and Purple the one kind of ship they couldn't modify illegally.
A 102 Vortian clunker, originally designed for transporting small amounts of cargo. It was literally a big metal box with really old thrusters.
"Flirk that Zim." Red muttered as he and Purple stared at the large, square metal ship."It'll take years to get there in this piece of junk."
"Look on the other side, Red. At least we aren't stuck on Footsmellia anymore." Purple giggled at his own stupid joke.
Red groaned. "Yeah...that makes me fell so much better."
Dib had completely forgotten about that alien transmission. After six months of not knowing what to prepare for and nothing happening, he'd been distracted by a nest of baby vampires in a classmate's closet.
Years passed, and he eventually caved into his father's (and everyone else's) pressuring to study real science. Dib Membrane, the insane crazy boy, turned into the successful son of Professor Membrane, teen prodigy. The paranormal nearly forgotten, like a bad taste in his mouth. Nothing more than childish fantasy, an unpleasant memory.
Well, until he was captured by two buggy aliens.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was short, I didn't want to make it too long so I cut it in half.
So updates will probably be either weekly or every other week. It depends on how much time I have. But thanks for the reviews and follows! I see them and I'm glad that you guys are excited for it!