#Pak Technician

[miniimoose]

I tried my hand at writing something for my Irken OC, Min. (it's only 1k words, so it's a short read)

I wanted to work out a scenario for her without having to draw out a whole comic. Hope you enjoy!

Feedback/Thoughts would be appreciated, and the bulk of the writing is under the read-more.

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On the way to Scout her next assigned sector of space, a galaxy or two over, Mins downtime was suddenly interrupted by the loud alert of an Irken Pak's automatic Emergency Signal. She quickly straightened up, accepting the responsibility of responding and opened the informational window on her console.

Hm. She may be the closest Irken to the signal, but that doesn't mean it would be a quick trip to get over to them. She was already 2 days out from her next Scouting sector, and going out to this injured Irken would triple that travel time.

Min didn't have a choice either way, and would just have to deal with the annoyance. On the upside, she was looking forward to hands on experience with the internals of a Pak again. The simulations get a bit repetitive, and she knew her own Pak inside and out.

~

"Let me get this straight. A creature, native to this planet, got inside your pak and started messing with its internals?" Min asked, clarifying the rambling and nervous story that was just told to her over the past 15 minutes.

"Yes" the injured Irken in front of her replied, nodding his head. "That's exactly what happened."

"Squeeb's Pak hasn't functioned right since! The panels keep flashing red, and it's annoying" the remaining Irken, Floop, added in.

"And I have no energy. Can't even open my snack jar anymore!" Squeeb complained.

Min waited a beat for any more explanations, before finally trying to move things along. 

"OK. Well, I'll need to get a look inside to figure out how bad the damage is. Do you have somewhere with better light?"

She could swear Squeeb's cheeks got a shade bluer as she spoke.

"Yes, yes! Of course. Just. Um. F-Follow me" stuttered Squeeb, getting up and leading Min towards their elevator, taking the pair deeper into the base, leaving Floop behind.

Was he giving her the Stink eye? 

The elevator ride was a little awkward. Squeeb anxiously rubbing his arm as they descended. Maybe he was worried Min was going to break something and make things worse? 

Before she could say anything to reassure her patient, they arrived to the right floor. 

The two stepped out into a standard Irken medbay, Squeeb shuffling over and sitting on the swivel chair in the middle of the room. He did look a little more gaunt under the brighter lights. 

Perhaps the Pak wasn't processing sugars correctly? 

Only one way to find out. 

"Hopefully this won't take long" Min reassured her patient, pulling up her own chair and adjusting the heights for optimal positioning. 

Squeeb was tense, but he stiffened up even more as Min reached forward and opened up the panels of his Pak to get a look inside, letting out a nervous squeek.

"You don't have to worry, I know what I'm doing" Min told him, adjusting the magnification of her goggles and reaching into the Pak.

"I trained for a few years before my Assignment was changed to Scout, you know. I even worked under Spor--" 

She cut herself off, too confused to continue her humble brag. 

"You said a creature did this to you?" 

"Yes, a creature. Why? Is something wrong? Is it bad? Oh God, it's bad isn't it?" her patient stressed. 

"If a creature caused this" Min started, as she pulled something out of the confines of his Pak, "then how did a glove get back here?"

"He left his GLOVE in my PAK?" Squeeb exclaimed, shifting around in his chair and snatching it from Mins grasp. "How-- How stupid can he be!? How do you leave your GLOVE?!"

The quick shift had rotated her patient around fully, stopping Min from further access to her work.

He seemed to have forgotten she was in the room as he spoke to himself. That was, until Min wheeled closer, reaching to turn his chair back around. The moment he snapped back to reality, his face went bright blue. No question he was fully blushing now. 

Squeeb clammed up again, quickly spinning back into position and hiding his embarrisment in one motion. "I-- I don't know how that got back there."

An obvious lie, but Min didn't want to challenge that right now. 

"I just need to check the damage" she told him carefully, going back to poking around the complex machinary. "and look for anything else... Out of place."

...

...

"It's Floops glove, ok?" the anxious irken explained, breaking the silence and shifting in his chair.

"He- He was being gentle, and didn't mean to break anything. I know messing with Pak's without any training is outlawed by the Control Brains but-"

Min had to remove her hands and stop what she was doing, lest she knock into something important as the chatty irken started talking with his hands.

"We're so far from Irk! We thought it would be fine, and if we were careful enough, nothing would go wrong! But nooo, of course it's not that easy. It started BEEPING and scared us both. Floop must have jolted and broken something in there." Squeeb continued, gripping and twisting the lone glove in his hand. 

Min couldn't get a word in edgewise, even if she wanted to -- which she did. She wanted nothing more than to fix this guys Pak and flex her technician muscles. But it was impossible with the paks owner so worked up. 

"And of course he swore it was fine, but I knew, I knew something must have happened. His glove probably got stuck between something and he just took it off instead of wiggling it fr--- AAAH!" 

The endless complaining was finally stopped by Min as she put both hands in his Pak and clicked the release, detaching it from the Irkens back. 

"What are you doing?" he gasped, his 10 minute life clock flashing across his vision. 

Min wordlessly wheeled her chair over to the closest wall, pulling down a thick pipe and plugging it into the open holes in Squeebs back. The life clock disappeared as quickly as it arrived. 

"You'll be fine, I just need to work on this in peace" Min told him dryly, getting up and carrying the pak carefully into the attached room. She probably needed to work on her bedside manner.

[optimizim]

aaand my half of an art trade with @minimoosedraws! min supremacy 💪

[iodotsys]

Dib as Zim's PAK technician. God help that man.

Based on an RP scene with me and @banana-zim

[dunybuh]

Feel free to ignore this ask since you already drew Blip, but I just wanted to throw this in here because my irkensona, Min, and your irkensona have the same type of goggles!! and i just think its cute :)

(she has 2 outfits because she was a Pak Technician for a short while before being reassigned to a Scout full time, but she still fixes peoples Paks if they need it in deep space)

HOW COULD I IGNORE IT? NEVER, SHE IS SO CUTE.

Don't download things of dubious origin into your own pak

[messinwitheddie]

What is the measuring process steps? How does one get picked to be the next tallest? Surely it can’t be the height alone. There must be some qualities or something like that.

Who built the Colossus? How long did it take to make it? Was this the idea of the ancients?

Has any of the tallest ever call upon irkens that kinda look like them in to their chambers and have them do plays of themselves like a reminder of their past or “what ifs” for example: if Miyuki brings two tall soldiers who somewhat resemble her and Spork.

I have to confess, I have no idea how exactly the imperial measuring process works.

Lazy writing time. (Lazy sketch too. Sorry, still warming up the wrist.)

The steps of the measuring process is information hoarded by the control brains and only shared to the imperial PAK technicians who are assigned to perform the physical steps of the process. The PAK Techs assigned to this task are honorably executed and collected after the process is complete to ensure the information stays classified.

The tallest measured drone put through the process is heavily drugged and forced to fixate on the cintrol brains while their PAKs/ collective minds directly links up, so the most a tallest remembers when the process is over is the chant which roughly translates to English as,

"Let fire become white Dislodge the joints Stretch them Let fire burn star bright Break the back Let them stand with towering might Realign them Destroy to rebuild them stronger than ever To our will be true Let the ALMIGHTY TALLEST rule on."

It's three different chants recited at once, so it's difficult to remember the exact recitation, but that's roughly it.

So apparently the process involves "dislodging the joints" and "breaking the back", stretching the body to its limits then somehow surgically making the stretching permanent.

The process does cause long lasting damage, a lifetime of chronic pain. But with it comes almost unlimited wealth and power, so the drawbacks are manageable.

Red and Purple were tricky because they had to be stretched out to exactly the same height.

Sadly no, traditional Irken culture demands that the tallest drone rule. There are no further qualifications. Sounds ridiculous to us, but imagine how ridiculous we would sound explaining a monarchy system or to them.

The Colossus was built centuries after Behemotta, tallest of tallests, fell in in battle [Actually, she suffocated to death under her own mass and her corpse was used as a prop/ puppet to intimidate an enemy army, but that's a story for another day.]

Soon after she fell panic and chaos erupted through the ranks of her armies. The super hive Behemotta united over her lifetime broke apart into separate entities. Maps were redrawn. Many innocents were assassinated in pursuit of a new order including any of Behemotta's smeets who had not died in battle already.

Seemingly overnight entire drone populations were deceived into submitting to the rule of tall standing and high ranking former generals claiming to rule in Behemotta's name or in Behemotta's spirit or by the last wishes of Behemotta ect.

And it kept getting more and more out of hand from there.

The labor forces of at least 5 allied hive-nations, but possibly several others, were commissioned to construct the Colossus. Tons upon tons of stone was imported, stacked, sculpted and smoothed to a perfection the Irken species has never been able to replicate since. The indestructible wings and eyes they fused to the monolith were carved from six massive full-spectrum diamonds, priceless in the greater galaxies. The Colossus was somehow designed, built and positioned to never erode. It is a mystery and a marvel.

The construction of the Colossus took nearly a thousand years of nonstop labor. Trillions of service drones, architects, engineers and artisans lost their lives to breathe life into the fallen Behemotta's memory.

But the memory was twisted into a new narrative; Tall drones are mighty. The tallest drone is the mightiest and rules over you. Small drones are insignificant and exist to serve small drones. Tall drones should always be acknowledged, respected, feared and obeyed.

Behemotta would HATE the Colossus if she were still alive to see it. She would consider it an eyesore and a huge waste of time, energy and resources. Psychologically, the version of Behemotta the Colossus portrays would wound her.

The Colossus is really nothing more than ancient Irken propaganda solidifying a very toxic cultural mindset; one the real Behemotta would have never approved of or enforced.

Tallest miniarure lookalike contests have been a common and very popular thing in Irken culture since the mid first era, both official and unofficial.

Official contests are streamed publicly. If time allows, the Tallest will host the contest. The Tallest's corridinator is placed in charge of sifting through the photos, measurements and stats of contestants until a winner is chosen.

It's not unusual for the tallest to hire the winning lookalike drone for reasons that you described; to act out fantasies or revisit pre-measuring fond memories or to relieve boredom, ect.

As established previously, Tallest Cini had a mini double, Maraschino. Dava's modern mini double was hired to narrate the mandatory educational video on Irken fertility and emergency live birth protocol that medically confirmed fertile drones are forced by law to attend. (Irken women dread watching it).

Spittle hired a mini double to act as a Rosie the Riveter- type poster character promoting cadets to sign up to be trained and encoded into the empire's maintenance labor forces. Construction, repair and sanitation work was in extremely high demand during his reign.

Tallest mini doubles are required to sign an NDA when hired. Tallest minis are dressed up and played with like a barby doll. It seems like a fun little luxury, but sometimes tallests regret hiring doubles to act out fantasies. It can lead to open wounds and stir up feelings of resentment or jealousy.

Tallest miniatures are usually 4'9 and under. The reputations of service drones are of no importance to Tallests usually. High ranking drones are too risky to hire depending on what the mini double is hired to do.

[Mem "Late Miyuki did actually hire a lookalike double for her personal chambers when I served as her coordinator. Mochi was her name, I think. I only worked with her a few times, but I remember she was a sweet drone. Funny too.

Miyuki ordered me to search for a mini double for Spork too, but by the time I found one, she had already fired Mochi and never brought up the subject again. Not sure why. Mochi was her perfect double, lucky little pixy. Guess she didn't cheer Miyuki up as we had all hoped. It was a shame. I really liked her."]

(Was trying to make "flirtatious" speech bubbles for Mem and Mochi because I can't write flirty dialogue to save my life)

[soupedepates]

Jennifer and Veikko (both mentioned) belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author

"Tonight on your favourite rendez-vous we're so, so, so happy to have here, just right there, Hollywood's little prodigy, America's golden boy, the only director forever banned from every award ceremony due to "too many awards received", cinephiles' favourite man... Seung-Il Pak!"

Seung-Il — It's a pleasure to be here, Jim.

"And you've got some lovely company too!"

Seung-Il – Oh yes! (giggle) Her name is Tahel. She is my girlfriend and I don't know what I would do without her by my side.

Tahel – I'm just here for moral support.

"How have you two met?"

Tahel – Irrelevant.

Seung-Il – She was doing an internship on my technical team and she was by far the best of them all. And she started quite early on to call me out on my bullshit!

Tahel – That happened, yeah. You're quite unsufferable on set with your actors.

Seung-Il – Awww, come on!

Tahel – Mister Jim, I think this man has indubitably a great sense of aesthetic when it comes to scenes and shots, but he fell in love with a girl with greasy hair, a Pikachu hoodie and pants stained by motor oil. Who happened not to put up with his bullshit. (Smirk)

Seung-Il – And she was, and is still, the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

[The audience sounds moved.]

"Isn't it so sweet! But let's talk about cinema. You're about to release next Wednesday your new masterpiece, 'Hello Sunshine'."

Seung-Il – Yes exactly! It isn't as ambitious as my last projects I fear...

"Don't be modest! Talk about it!"

Seung-Il – It's... It's a really personal project, to be fair. With limited crew.

Tahel – Meaning: I was the only technician.

Seung-Il – And limited cast.

Tahel – Counting him, me, his parents, my aunt, some friends and random people.

Seung-Il – It was filmed with my good ol' camcorder, cam in hand, and... there is no true screenplay. Everything was captured live, which was a premiere for me. I'd say the film is experimental.

Tahel – You make it sound so high-brow.

Seung-Il – Aw, really? (giggle) No, like, it's experimental as a director, you know? When you used to control every millimetre of a set, filming contingencies is sure a new experience. Sure, it's rare that everything goes according to plan when you're filming on set, and sometimes you have actors who propose such genius moves you just have to roll with it. I'm thinking about Jennifer Madison, who was absolutely breathtaking in all of her roles. With this kind of actor, you just turn on the camera and let the magic unfold. But this time, I wasn't filming actors nor professionals.

Tahel – I never took an acting class in my entire life, to say.

Seung-Il – Nevertheless, I think everything turned out more perfectly than I could ever hope.

"So, what is 'Hello Sunshine' about?"

Seung-Il – A lot of stuff. But mostly intimacy. And hope. (he takes Tahel's hand) Thanks to this grump, I must say.

Tahel – (the woman is too stunned to speak)

Seung-Il – Without her, nothing would have been possible. The film wouldn't be half as beautiful without her.

"So this is a love story?"

Seung-Il – It's so much more than that. It's about lighting up the stars.

Tahel – (with tenderness) You're getting sentimental.

Seung-Il – Oh, I am very much sentimental, I wouldn't be doing cinema otherwise.

"Do you have other projects after 'Hello Sunshine'?"

Tahel – Oh fuck yeah. He's a workaholic.

Seung-Il – Heyyyy! But yeah she's right. Can't say much about it because we're still working on the plot and the storyboard, but I would absolutely LOVE to have Veikko Lajunen for the soundtrack. I love his work, I love the way he plays with unusual sounds to create melodies... Well, if 'Hello Sunshine' is a very minimalistic project, the next one will surely be a blockbuster.

"Well, that promises! And 'Hello Sunshine' sounds like almost a return to your roots, right?"

Seung-Il – Oh, yes! You surely can draw some parallels with 'Ddalgi', my first film, but I'm not sure if it's available in the US...

[The interview continues on and on.]

[0ak78]

TRON Lightcycle Run from GMUNK on Vimeo.

There’s a power, an elegance, and an electric intensity to the  TRON Legacy franchise. The narrative of the TRON world itself integrates the tactile human experience with another realm where data, design, stunning architecture, and mood combine for a thrilling ride through a digital plane.   There’s a personal connection Munky has to the franchise. He spent a year designing the holographic world of the film, contributed to high-level concepts for the video game, and now the key visual and live-action campaign for the Lightcycle Run attraction at Magic Kingdom.

What was exciting for him is to be there along the whole collaborative and evolutionary arc of the TRON world. A new favorite agency Disney Yellow Shoes wrote a very cool script focused on typography and pacing, and brought Munkowitz into the fold to apply his aesthetic to the entire package. This point in the journey, particularly, really got him excited because it was truly the most cathartic and fully fleshed out manifestation of the story at immense scale and physicality; the characters, the environment, and the concept in an immersive experience that culminated in a total thrill ride.

To see the ride at scale and to strategize how to capture it was a fresh challenge. Combining that with the primary focus of telling the human story behind the experience, achieved through the same lens and focus on the stylistic flair of the existing franchise was an absolute treat to work on.

Credit List

Yellow Shoes Creative Group

Creative Director: Monse Valera Art Directors: Connor King, Jesus Diaz Writer: Frankie Ainsworth Producer: Wes Lagattolla Production Editor: Dan Avola Account Managers: Bridget Fitzgibbons, Ashley Lollar Project Managers: Meghan Brown, Megan Reilly Brand Planning: Jessica Rudis, Emily Zimmer Yellow Shoes Leadership: Helen Pak, Sally Conner, Amy Foster, Jim Real, Toby Myers, Brian Mountain, Cory Stone

Production

Director: GMUNK Production Company: JOJX Director Of Photography: Karina Silva Line Producer: Jason Haymond 1st AD: Bernie Casser Second Unit Camera: Scott Jones

Lifestyle Photography: Ben Christensen Additional Photography: Kent Phillips, Steven Diaz, Abigail Nielson

Park Production Support: Wup Fleming, Boxhouse Productions Park Operations: Gus Castellanos, Taylor Langlas

Post Production

Editorial: Union Lead Editor: Jim Haygood Assistant Editors: Brian Leong, Daniel Luna Producer: Joe Ross

Post-Production: JAMM Visual Executive Producer: Asher Edwards Senior Producer: Ashley Greyson Motion Designers: Toros Kose, Peter Hergert Flame Lead: Alex Snookes Flame Artist: Patrick Munoz CG Artist: Patrick Manning Colorist: Adam Scott Color Assist: Carver Moore Production Coordinator: Jon Lazar

Music: Da House Composer: Lucas Mayer

Sound Design & Mix: Skywalker Sound Lead Sound Design & Mixer: Tim Nielson Sound Editor: Andre Zweers Mix Technician: Kristina Morss

[reptile-ruler]

Spent today doonling some concepts for Drifters AU ocs. The green one is a space pirate captain. She may or may not be related to Lard Nar but she is not part of the Resisty. The purple one is a retired PAK technician, and friends with Skoodge!

Might tweak the designs later if I feel like it lol. The pirate captain has been an unfilled role in my fic draft for YEARS and I'm happy I finally had an idea for the character to put there LMAO

[totallynormalalec]

When a smeet hatches, they are giving a PAK designated to a random class, or whatever class is in demand. Each class is represented by a color and each PAK is specialized to the tools and information needed for that class. There has been multiple instances throughout Irken history that an Irken has transferred to a different class from which they were born into, but the PAK is still a way of designating what kind of tools and info they possess.

PAK Tools

•Four mechanical, spider like legs which can be used as

• A quick and versatile mode of transportation

• Laser cutters/laser blast

• Shield generator

• Laser gun

•Audio and Video commucator

•Portible container

•Levitation system

•Jet pack

•Invisible bubble helmet (space travel)

•Binocular helmet with night vision

•Small robotic arm

•Organ harvesting device

•Ray gun

The PAK contains all of the Irkens knowledge, effectively serving as an auxiliary brain, and holds a great array of wepons/tools. It also contains the hosts personality, charging cell, atmospheric prosesr and a handy auto reset button that will reactivate an Irken if they suffer a fetal injury. It also seems to be able to heal the host more quickly then it would naturally.

If a PAK is separated from its host, it will soon begin to seek out another, though it will at first attempt to reconnect with its original Irken owner

If the PAK attaches to another organism it will slowly kill the organism and take over if the organism can't remove it in 10 minutes.

Combat Division

Invader Class

Trained in covert ops, Invaders are tasked with going undercover to enemy planets and blending in with the native inhabitants in order to prepare it for conquest by the Irken Armada.

Milliary Class

The Irkens programmed for the military make up the majority of the Irken Armada. They are trained to be the soldiers on the front line in battle wether that be on land sea or space

Wepon Class

Battle seems to be a hobby to the Irken race. And working in close correspondence with the Innovations Class, the Wepons Class specializes in the building and development of the technology of the Irken military offense. If the Military Class uses it in battle, the Weapons Class built it

Research & Analysis Devision

Life Sciences Class

They specialize in all the non mechanical factors of Irken life like biology,systematics and agriculture

Physical Sciences Class

Irkens of the Physical Science Class are the ones that crunch the numbers of life and the math of how things work. Their specialists include the studies of space, sound, motion and best of all quantum physics

Explorer Class

The Irkens programmed into the Explorer Class don't see Irk much after their initial training. Their job is braving the frontiers of space, mapping and scoping out the far universe and reporting their findings back to the tallest

Engineering Division

Medical Class

Seeing how the PAK is the Irken life force, highly trained medical technicians are needed to maintain and repair them. They work in close correspondence with the Life Sciences Class, but those in the Medical Class truly know the ins, outs, and facets of the PAK and how it works. They're the primary class in production of every new PAK.

Innovations Class

Those in the Innovations Class are essentially the inverters and artists of the Irken race. They design and build everything from cruisers to robo technics to the structure capsules used by the Invader Class to establish their secret bases.

Communications Class

They are the Irkens behind every visual and aural form of communication used by the Irken Empire. Not only do they build the equipment they also operate the Communication Center on both Irk and the Massive alike.

All information was taken from different sources on the internet. I just compiled it into a list -Alec

[thunderclaw100]

(Scene #5)

“Hmm….so this is where they keep you guys, huh? A display for all to see? Couldn’t pick a better death place for such rulers. It’s a wonder why the control brains want to swipe your memory from history.”

Viper had to jump through so many hoops and gather enough courage to get inside this forbidden room after hearing about three specific tallest that have been swept under the rug of the collective. He was curious as to why that is. Viper did ask around the base. Avoiding the higher ranks as to not draw suspicion for his actions. It eventually lead him to discover this secret on his own. Viper walked up to the first tank. It’s pink liquid bubbled upward but he can see the figure within it. He is aware that these are not the real bodies of the late tallest but fake genetic makeup that resemble them. The real ones were taken care of after their reign was over. Viper placed his hand on the cold surface of the tank for a minute. The glow from the static charger in between tanks are what keeps the liquid inside purified and the fake bodies at a stable position. Without it, they will dissolve into nothing. He touched the control panel.

“Let’s see….tallest Magnus. A ruler who became ruthless and unmerciful after the fall of his co-ruler. What ended his reign is himself. Magnus finally lost it. He won many battles. But when he loses one, it made him look weak in the eyes of his empire, so he took the fight to his enemy’s base. Many followed him to battle and are able to overthrow the leader there. Magnus held the head of his enemy and let out a victory scream. Returning home where there is to be a huge celebration in his honor. Tallest Magnus returned to his chambers. He did not show to the part so when his servants walked in, they’re in shock to find their leader dead. He sits in his throne, eyes blanked out and his chest slashed open in an odd shape. It was presumed that this was the battle wounds left unchecked by the medics. But in truth, Magnus did that to himself. The evidence was on his blade. The same blade that was given to him from Spectra when they were cadets. He used it to carve deep cuts in shape of a heart. The tallest let himself bleed out while he waits for death to take him….”

He scrolled downward and read everything about this guy. His story stops there. “He died for the sake of love?….there is a reason why our programming blocks such strong emotions like that. He was so young and strong. Magnus could have made the empire even more powerful if he’d stayed focused!”

Moving on to the next tank. It’s a female this time. He looked at her info form the control panel screen. Hers is a lot shorter than the other. Viper’s antenna flicked to the side. “This must be tallest Spectra. The partner to tallest Magnus. She’s a rare sight in the empire. She made three things happen. The start of the strategic ambush camouflage team. The new 3D update on the holo-visor and was able to tame a war beast. She named her voot cruiser after it.”

Viper looked up at the figure inside the tank. Puzzled and still curious about this leader. Spectra’s accomplishments should have been well known to the rest of irk society, so what made the control brains want to wipe her memory out of the collective? He scrolled further down the information.

“Tallest Spectra….died at 200 years old towards her reign. Cause of death….hmm? That’s strange.”

Viper reread that again. Tallest Spectra’s death was deemed a mystery to some irkens. Though when asked the control brains were asked, it was said that she died from an illness. One that was so bad that it infected her flesh vessel to the point that her pak claimed Spectra a virus and has automatically killed her itself. The technicians at the time knew what really happened to her and was ordered to keep their mouths shut or face execution for defiance against the control brains. This news has shattered tallest Magnus and has drove him into a pit of madness and despair. How he managed to rule another 200 years without breaking is beyond expectations.

“Two devastating stories linked into one.”

Viper moved along to the last tallest. Judging by the look at his attire, this one's been living spoiled. Checking the information from the screen, he learned that this is a leader who was lying in wait.

“What does that mean?”

Viper narrowed his eyes and read further into this one. Tallest Lux was once a cadet, moving to become a blacksmith. He already haves a person to mentor him but his time with him was cut short after being called in by the control brains to prepare him to become the next tallest. Viper tilt his head at this.

“Why would they pick him when there was already a tallest present? Lux didn’t get measured until….Tyne same day that Magnus died? The timing couldn’t be more suspicious than that! He was still so young.”

Tallest Lux ruled on a softer level than his predecessor. Though he was more than glad to help expand the empire across the galaxy, his approach on the matter wasn’t like anything else. Despite Lux feint given the title as tallest and the privilege that came with it. He was a bratty guy. His demands and orders are based off of what he wants for himself. He barely attended to most of his scheduled meetings. He visited the smeetery ONCE. Lux even ignored the summons of the control brains. That shook everyone.

“Damn he really was spoiled….”

This behavior could be the fact that tallest Lux was still a minor in the eyes of everyone else and has lost his sense of discipline after being given the power. “So his cause of death was….execution? Oh my glob. They tricked Lux into a room, where they locked him inside. It became a gas chamber….” Viper wanted to know how the this tallest’s death was covered up.

“This time it was the medics that claimed tallest Lux died from being poisoned by one of his own cooking staff. That said Irken was wrongfully blamed and put to death on the spot. In front of everyone.” Viper shook his head in disbelief. These are some very dark secrets that are kept away from the rest of irk. All in which the control brains were able to sugarcoat and make the other Irkens believe that these three leaders have died for their empire.

Viper stepped back a few steps, and to get a better view of the three tanks. Now he’s trying to figure out why these tallest die the way that they did and what’s the reason for keeping it secret. “Their existence is still noted down and known but why did the control brains wash over some of their story? Magnus was a brutal leader but he got the job done. Spectra has made achievements as well, but thre isn’t much to tell about what she did to deserve the death she got. Lux just stepped out of line but he too was contribute to the empire’s growth, so what was it?….”

Viper’s antenna’s perked at the sound of someone entering the room. He forgot about the maintenance crew have a shorter break time and are already coming back in. He had nowhere else to hide. Viler expected a bunch of short drones walking in, but to his fortunate luck, there was only one Irken present.

“What are you doing in here? This place of forbidden to everyone accept the maintenance team!”

“Ease your voice drone. I’m not here to bother. I just got a little lost, that’s all. I didn’t know about this room. I was looking for the storage unit.” Viper lied.

Now that the drone got a better look at him. He fixed his tone. “Head scientists, Viper! I didn’t recognize you for a moment. Please excuse my rudeness.”

A smirk crept onto Viper’s face. He loves this part of being na a high rank scientist. His promotion has moved him to work closer to the almighty tallest. He is in charge of the main research projects that will help move the empire forward. Anything that is made to increase the Irken’s reputation or something bio made that can be of greater use. The drone looked passed Viper and at one sight of the control panel screens, he grew suspicious. “What happened here?”

“Oh nothing. I got a little curious and took a look at the info monitor.” Viper didn’t have anything else to say as an excuse for his snooping. He shruged it off. The maintenance drone looked anxious now.

“You shouldn’t be in here. Not without permission. I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave this room.”

“Very well. I’ll leave to it then. Carry on soldier….”

Viper began to walk towards the door but heard the drone call him out again. “Whatever you read on those monitors are not all there. Only some of us know what really happened to these tallest but are too afraid for our own paks to speak up about it.”

“If you are worried that I’ll mention this, don’t. This is something I too will keep to myself.” Viper told him before he finally walked out that door. With this knee information at hand, there’s more that needs to be done around here before he can get back to work.

“The tallest will be leaving for space, on the massive soon. I’ll be joining them along with my team. Maybe I’ll get a chance to talk to them about my project.”

[miniimoose]

I had an idea for a drawing and went a bit overboard.

Callie is shadowing Miyuki, whos come to speak to Spork - the head Pak Technician. Shes bored, and would rather make friends with Min instead :)

Originally this was just going to be a comic? but I realized it would look better like this!

Callie belongs to @spacegoathours Min belongs to me.

Alt versions under the cut.

I think it still reads nicely like this as well.

And then we have each individual drawing too!

[noxeorn]

Ok considering that I'm once again working on commission, I don't mind to show you WIPs of refs for my new irkens

The 1st guy is unnamed, he is a defective ex-elite and mercenary on his own who hears voices from his PAK (basically, personalities of past owners which somehow weren't erased from PAK). Basically, cause of these voices he's kinda dangerous and ngl a bit fucked up. But actually he just wants to live as no one would like to be deactivated

The rest of them work on the massive with each other. Citron is technician drone, and other two are machine operators. Leaf and Fox always go together, so if you see one in work chat then there will appear another, but usually they are too busy to use chat. Citron tho talks a lot and sometimes teases their engineer

[ligbi]

Hey i'm weak and need outside influence to Do things and am going to be on planes for like 5 hours this afternoon. Someone say nice stuff about this so i keep writing

Deleted files can be recovered off a hard drive. The drive has to be fully reformatted, or the previously used space over-written for that data to be truly gone. The same cannot be said for memories. Even ones encoded in a semi-organic carapacise that holds all personality data and infects whatever host it is attached to. A PAK can be re-encoded, and even wiped for future re-use, but a kernel of its former self will remain, unknown to its new consciousness. These lingering bytes of former selves will sway and influence the new data that tries to overwrite it. This information is presently known only by the control brains and senior PAK technicians. The latter are not formally aware, but they have seen a re-formatted PAK attached to a smeet and recognized mannerisms of previous selves. They keep this information private, of course, lest they be re-encoded themselves.

The PAK technician who grabbed a handful of de-commed PAKs from the depths of Irken stock was unaware of this information when they began re-encoding the PAKs as future Invaders for the planned invasion. It was set to be the largest the Empire had even initiated. Operation Impending Doom. The technician thought it had a nice ring to it. They thought Tallest Miyuki was already setting herself up to be one of the most influential Tallest in Irk history. They thought the future of the Irken Empire shone brighter than the suns they sometimes blew up for fun.

The PAK thought I will bring down this accursed empire with my own two hands, even if I don’t know it.

[zanorangejuiceenjoyer]

i made a little irken oc cuz i wanted an exuse to name a character Gelb- so yeah he's an PAK technician i guess- (colored version very soon- but i am bad with crayons and my digital tablet is out of... use right now)

Convinient height Comparison :0

(didn't happen but they definitely would say that to him 💀)

[messinwitheddie]

Somehow this anonymous ask was deleted as I posted it?? So, hopefully whoever sent this asks sees it. Luckily I had the questions written down (helps me visualize sometimes)

1: Was tallest Red sick? If so, how long did he have it and did Purple see the signs? When did he die?

2: Hitz is the one out of the three whose upgraded vessel didn’t get destroyed during the last battle. Where is he now at the time?

3: I like to learn about tallest Spittle. He is one nicely built Irken. Confident enough to pose naked and loving how it intimidate his rivals.😆 what has he done for the empire during his reign? How did he pass away? Who was his closest staff workers?

4: How Was Hoola’s encounter with humans so far? What does he think of them and has he done any study of their world or at least learn form one?

5:How fond of Hitz and Soxx was of Dava? Enough to want to ally with her? Want her to be their life mate and have their sworms?(or was that towards Kii?)

6:Did Purple survive the battle against the control brains? Did he take back his throne or did he sit this own out? If the 6th era started, how is irk fairing after all this trauma over the years being led by each crazed, power tripping leaders and super computers?

7:If they can go back to the natural way of breeding, would they? If the irkens can find a way to limit the rick factors and death tolls. And only using the smeetiry method if it’s in dire need for population control. Surely there must have been a small amount of irkens who wish to have smeets of their own?

8: Out of all tallest, who’s reign was the least damaging to the empire and is more towards fixing itself from the inside while trying to gain Allie’s and trading partners on the outside? Any in favor?

9: When the time comes for them to die, will Zim and Dib see each other in the afterlife or will their paths be separated? Will they still watch over others?

10:What’s Cini’s favorite color? What would it be like if Lich was to be his personal guard? How would the interaction be between the two for the most part?

(Sorry this is all text. I will absolutely illustrate to these answers at some point... Catching up on other drawings this week. I like the numbering system; helps me stay focused. I is shit at focusing lol)

1. Red wasn't sick exactly. He and Purple suffered chronic joint and back pain, especially after their official measuring process which limited their physical activity. Red slowly developed a drinking problem after ID I, so his robes were a little tighter on him than Purple, even if on livestream that seemed unnoticeable. Red's reoccurring headaches started shortly after the Massive escaped the florpis hole.

The Massive's medical staff was OVERLOADED with emergencies at the time. Maybe something ailing late Red was misdiagnosed or overlooked in the chaos, but he was young and relatively healthy for his abnormal height. Nothing concerning showed on any of the maintenance tests Medic Hoola or the imperial PAK technician ran on his PAK. Late Red's death via aneurysm was unexpected. It shocked the empire. It nearly destroyed Tallest Purple. Purple didn't take Red's complaints seriously for a while. He will always blame himself for this. At the same time, a repressed part of him wonders if Red's death wasn't a freak coincidence. Tallests are telepathically/ wirelessly synced directly to the control brains. They often express displeasure with Red/ Purple's work performance... Maybe this was their way of punishing them? Their way of keeping Purple humble and in line...? He tries not to wonder. Outside his personal chambers, they can hear...

The exact date Red passed away, I honestly don't remember when I said originally or if I ever specified. I would have to look it up... In my AU Zim left earth a little under 2 years after the events of ETF. Red passed away some time between then and when Zim returned to earth (18 years after the events of ETF).

2. Self indulgent ending for Hitz (or his updated flesh vessel at least). The exact details have not been fleshed out. To sumarize, the one single surviving back-up flesh vessel, Purple winds up adopting the newborn updated Hitz and raises him as his own on Mem's mystery planet. New Hitz is a very big, very challenging smeet, but the evil, greed and hatred that infested his original vessel never infests new self. New Hitz is showered with love and friendship growing up. He has the same compulsive need to be orderly and follow rules and a logical routine, but he has no desire to enforce rules through violence and fear.

3. (Trying to gloss over this part, but… yeah) Spittle was the 21st tallest of the 4th era. He wasn't the brightest drone; he could barely manage the label on a nutrition shake. BUT, he had the good sense to surround himself with bright drones and listened to their counsel. He trusted the judgment of his staff, frylords and military nobles.

Spittle had a competitive streak and inferiority complex. He also had body image issues, if that wasn’t obvious. So in his efforts to build a strong, thriving empire and a flawless physique to match he invested large sums of monies and resources into medical research; improving the irken population's overall health.

Improving quality control and labor-drone's burnout on Producia, Foodcourtia and the other major snacking systems was advised by the frylords of his day, so he enlisted more service drones and made it mandatory for encoded full-time soldiers to work shifts for service drones due for a reprieve (vacation). For a soldier to refuse to show for service-drone duty or fail to perform the job correctly was considered a punishable offense. His advisor and battle pilot comrad, Blinx, cautioned him about declaring war until the armada was upgraded. So Blinx invested heavily in military research. Within the first century of Spittle's reign, he commissioned and mass produced three new battle crafts, the Spittle Runner (named after him), the shuvver and the ripper. Navigational tech upgrades were installed in all the Armada's ships. Maintenance on all crafts were performed more often and the regulations themselves were updated and reinforcedmore strictly.

Spittle had enlisted for battle pilot training when he was a cadet, so he especially enjoyed discussing battle crafts, space battles, racing stats ect.

Funding for Irken military and battle pilot academies was increased as was the number of training hours needed to graduate. Training improved exponentially and the stats of cadets across the board improved. The youth of his day confidentiality believed Spittle was leading them into a platinum age of Irken history...

He seemed untouchable, but Spittle had two character flaws; he had a habit of showboating and taunting his enemies and he never learned his limits. After declaring the only war during his short reign, Spittle started a strict body building regimen. He injured himself at the gym. In an attempt to rush his recovery and gain results, Spittle went against the advice of his medic. He took a cocktail of performance enhancers. His heart gave out.

His advisor, Blinx was measured the next tallest and the war Spittle declared lead to the pandemic that decimated the Irken population when Cini was a smeet.

4. The only two humans Hoola has interacted with so far is with Reg (Dib's oldest child) and Lyr (Gaz's only child). He is pleasantly shocked by how kind they are to him, considering how much these humans know about the Irken race and their endless warpath. He likes these young humans. They're funny creatures; very expressive and curious. Reg especially asks a lot of questions. Hoola knows giving away too much information may be a punishable offense, but he is sick of the injustices plaguing the empire and his life clock has been detonated, starting his 10 year retirement countdown to death.

He enjoys participating in Reg's interview. Lyr is especially fond of Hoola. He considers him their Irken grandpa. Lyr is deeply troubled when Hoola explains to him how retiring works in the Irken empire.

5. Dava was long dead when Hitz, Soxx and Kii ruled as tallests if their respective hives. Soxx and Hitz would have HATED Dava. Dava allowed her drones too many perks and freedoms. She encouraged disobedience. She spat on tradition. Kii ruled the same subterranean territories Dava and her allies ruled. She admired Dava or how her legacy described Dava, as a smeet but failed to honor her memory in the long run.

6. Purple survives several battles against the control brains. He dies long before the final battle. He lived a comfortable-ish life in Mem's hive. He did what he could to help the resistance.

7. I think it would take a few generations to get used to the idea of a natural/ smeetery option birthing system. The smeetery has been the only method of birth permitted in the empire for thousands of years. Most Irkens would choose to let the smeetery replenish the population, but if the alternative method is decriminalized eventually more drones might find the natural method appealing. It would be a huge win for drone rights if natural pregnancies weren’t a punishable offense.

8. Hmmm… Late Cini probably fits that description as far as my ocs go. Spittle is a close 2nd. But I haven't written lore fot 17 or 18 other late reigns of tallests.

9. I'm sure Zim and Dib will run into each other. Where and when I'm not certain. Zim is relieved Dib has kept tabs on his family / descendants. Otherwise, it would take Zim forever to recap.

10. Cini's favorite color is neon pink. He is also fond of iridescent silver or iridescent pink, and sequins of any color.

[lumiidragon]

You drew her in the past, but my Invader zim OC is Min!

Shes a scout for the irken armada, and her training was quite different than Invader training. Scouts are trained in stealth and self preservation. Min's job is to hide among planets inhabitants to gather information and figure out the threat level or usefulness of a planet - Then mark them for invasion or destruction in her reports before moving onto the next.

She is tasked with exploring the edges of charted space, so shes super far from home and must make do by herself.

Shes also a technical whiz on Pak maintenance! Her previous job was a Pak Technician before being reassigned as a Scout.

I love her lore! An Irken Scout sounds super cool and is a very unique take on Irken jobs~ :P