Numbness.
I want it. Want to feel the cold sting of detachment. The void, barren landscape of my own mind. Thinking nothing but my mission; destroy, control, conquer….for the Empire.
Ever since my PAK had freaked out…Emotions. Feelings….poured through me. Not just anger, not just pride.
But Joy, utter relish when I ate something sweet and caffeinated, Gratitude when Gir actually obeyed for once. But, on top of all those things…was the permanent impression of twin gold orbs. Violent, mocking irises. The ones that belonged to my enemy. They laughed at me, at this new hidden weakness that still made no sense.
Now that I could feel I could hate with all my being, could feel each jolt of loathing as it ran its course through to my core. It was supposed to stay there, a little ball of insistent determination and a goal.
Instead, it fizzled out as soon as it had sprung from remembering that boy's laughter. How I'd been beaten so many times. Left out in the rain. Or captured. The first moment when I'd sensed that this human would be so much more than just a nuisance.
A worthy nemesis. An equal.
My eyes feel too heavy to keep open anymore. I am tired and that is unacceptable.
Dib.
Excitement. For the first time in weeks. No…nearly two years. They are calling. Contact.
My people.
My Tallest.
My spooch is beating painfully. Blood rushes and the message on the screen blinks temptingly. With a shaky claw I press the accept button.
Within moments I know it isn't a live chat, but a recorded message that was taken several days ago.
Transmission Date: December 23, 2015 8:09 PM Tallest Red- Greetings Zim. Tallest Purple- Yes, greetings. T.R.- There is, as you can tell, a certain reason we have sent a transmission. This is not usually our style, but due to recent events regarding you and Irk we have decided to finally take— T.P- Action. [Pulls out a list.] Here we have the full extent of you're destructive records. Afterwards we will tell you what we wish for you to do. Now… [Clears throat] Painful Overload Day 1. T.R- As well as two. Purple- Yes. The accidental assassination of Tallest Myuki by the hands of your uh… Red- Blob thingy. Then soon after the equally accidental assassination of Tallest Spork. Purple- [Nods] Blowing up the science wing 238 times. Red- Blowing up the docking area 135 times. Purple- Blowing up the engine room 12 times. Red- Leaking acid all across the control room 4 times.
From: The Massive
Subject: Do not respond, Zim.
Why are they naming all of my greatest accomplishments?
Purple- Single handedly killing all your troops in Invader Training. Red- Then after being given a chance, leaving your post and ruining Operation Impending Doom one. Purple- Directly nearly destroying our civilization and causing Irk to go under repairs for the next 100 years as the Control Brain struggled to create new smeets. Red- Leaving your trial to get a snack, blowing up the snack machine and destroying power for the entire half of Planet Devastis. Purple- Forcing us to take your trial elsewhere. To Irk again, where the Control Brain re-encoded you as a Food Service drone. You were sent to FoodCourtia, banished from Irken life. It was— Red- A generous punishment after what you had done. But, you 0only stayed for 1/16th of your sentence. Purple- You came to Conventia using a stolen Voot Cruiser and begged for a part in O.I.D 2. How could we turn you down when we were afraid that you would kill us too? That's when— Red- I came up with the plan to send you to a planet that was unmarked and far, far away from our area of conquering. Purple- You took it without questioning, asking us where it was. We found a random planet at the very far end of the universe that had never really been examined before because of the toxic fluid found there. Red- We congratulated ourselves on a job well done when you left, basically a million, million light-years away from us and any damage you could do. We took it as our cue to relax, assuming somewhere along the way you would be terminated by your own stupidity.
What? T-terminated…
Purple- [sighs] only we forgot to factor in the crazy luck you have, and your own instincts for self preservation. Red- You called us seven months later, telling us you were settled in and ready to destroy these 'humans' and Earth would be part of the Conquered plants soon. We were in shock to say the least and very skeptical. Purple- But, you weren't near us so we let you have your way. Until…the calls started. You called every day almost. Boring us to tears with your encounters with Dib and Dogs and Meat and uh…other gross sounding things. Red- We considered that your version of progress. Maybe you could actually do this. Maybe. Then you took the Massive for a joy ride and as predicted messed things up for yourself. Purple- On the 5th year of you being on that Planet we realized that you were hopeless. The other invaders had already claimed their planets and had come back for more. We were in Operation Impending Doom 3.
Has it already been five years?
Red- You were still blabbering on about your plans for taking over. However we knew there were obstacles that kept getting in your way. Why else would one Invader who had been on trial twice, and escaped twice and managed to destroy so many lives…how could you not have succeeded yet? Purple- It made no sense to us. So we looked things up. Hacked your programs and found out that your Defection was becoming much worse. Red- [nod] You'd claimed a human, as your Jemna and possibly had plans to return with him to Irk. We couldn't let that happen. It was one thing to be Defective…another to bring an alien lover as your Jemna. It's unheard of and Jemnas are illegal Zim. You knew this. Thought you could get around it somehow.
M-My what? Jemna? Like a Kribliss? On the level of a Verd'ika…
Insanity…Dib as m-my…
Purple- No one does, Zim. Not even the most powerful people in the Universe. [Red and Purple exchange a look] can get past the Control Brain's laws. Red- So, that was the final incident that convinced us that you were unsalvageable and no longer an asset to the Empire. Purple- This is your final warning and direct orders. Red- Stay on earth, Zim. Purple- With your Jemna. Red- You will not return to Irk or to the Massive unless you wish to be destroyed. Purple- We will not tolerate you anymore, Zim. Red- If we hear or see any activity that indicates your even thinking about leaving the atmosphere of your planet… Purple-…we will take violent action. Red- Good bye Zim. Purple- Good bye. Terminate the transmission. Transmission: Terminated. Sent to: Zim.
Good-bye, My Tallest...
I can't feel anything. It's like I'm being frozen. Lost in the center of some great, barren planet. And then suddenly I am on fire. Being thrown into a vat of water.
The floor is hard and my knees will be dirty later because the computer hasn't swept yet…There's a ringing. It won't go away. No air in my spooch.
Someone is screaming. They are loud and annoying but, when I yell to tell them to stop, I cut myself off.
It's me. That pitiful thing is me.
Worthless.
Author's Note:
Verd'ika is Desdemona-Kakalose's
Kribliss if SWING-21's
( Both are gorgeous and awesome writers. Look 'em up. Or I'll link them to you if you're lazy. )
Jemna is mine.
I don't own IZ.
Also, this one is a fail. I'm just sleepy and ill and wanting to finish stuff.