#pak drone attack

[thunderclaw100]

Name:Jynx

Sex: Male

Race: Irken

Job positions: Weapon designer,analyst,coordinator

Personalities:Talkative,cheerful,Intelligent,moody,sly,cryptic,flirtatious,unpredictable,outgoing,blunt,witty.

Likes:Deserts,relaxing,video games,simulation developing,females,working,smeets,new wardrobes.

Dislikes:The heat,loosing track of time,dirty messes,being ignored,isolation,tangy food,bullies.

Bio: Jynx grew up during the toughest era of the irken timeline. Everyone is out for themselves. Even the leaders are fighting for power. Back when paks were not invented yet and the population of irkens rest in the strong hold of their superiors, who look down on those who are weak and pathetic. Jynx was only fortunate to be born in a hive that had better respect for their underlings and given them a chance to grow and improve themselves. He had met both good and bad irkens. Some who were there to help him and those who do nothing but stand by and watch him struggle. Jynx had lost his mother and father due to health complications that was too late to treat and ignored by the higher ups.

His fifteen siblings are scattered around the hive. Doing their own thing to survive. Jynx made some friends along the way to his training as he was drafted into the military, at a young age. He wasn’t the strongest drone but he is one of the smartest one in his unit. His first and only real war battle was taken place after a neighboring hive decided to attack his. It was because of the two tallest got into a heated argument during a summit and it left with death threats to both sides. Jynx participated in the act of war, and barely made it out of it alive. When he’s not doing his job. He’s either lounging around somewhere. Or pestering his fellow irkens, out of boredom. Jynx’s demeanor would have put him in he same category as a defective, but due to his status and bright intelligence. He was never brought in for a trial and to be deactivated. Despite being threatened for it. The drone has been kept in his tallest good side, for the most part.

He does have his timid moments. Especially when it comes to messing or flirting with some of the tallest’s birthing drones, inside their chambers. Jynx means well but he can be a bit of an eyesore to others. As the years go by. He made some improvements in his work and stick to that instead of following along with the battles, his comrades are facing with enemy hives. Jynx sees himself as a lover and not a fighter. However he will fight if and when he has to. He’s strategic and will analyze the situation before moving forward for the attack. This era of the Irken history, many hives want to keep their most valuable assets.

Their drones included. Jynx was taken from his old hive during a trade war with a very upset ally. To fix this, both tallest have to compromise and he was to be given to the other hive. Before the exchange. Jynx had a mall talk with his tallest, and he was told to not to use his other job talent to the other hive. He is to be known and to take the position as the other tallest’s coordinator. He accepts and follow along with it from then on. Jynx is hasn’t change much, despite the change, it he does have moments of home sickness, whenever he thinks about his old hive. He participated in three population events. Two of them in which he successfully got his female partners pregnant. Jynx’s sworms are all over the place, and he does keep track of them. Of course he had to keep his affections for them to a minimum, due to the whole policy thing and keeping the new drones focused on their training. He gets to see them during breaks and other events.

(EXTRA)

•Jynx can multitask with his positions.

•He was born with his antennas bent like a “W”

•He has no boundaries and would get scolded often.

•He can remember all the names of his smeets

•Jynx finds birthing drones very attractive. Which explains his constant visits and flirts with them.

•Jynx Never wanted to leave his old hive but has grown to adjust to his new one over time.

•His training days was the hardest part of his life.

•when retired. Jynx moved to the city and lived in an apartment with a few of his close comrades and kids.

• others find his dark blue eyes bizarre and uncommon. It almost made him feel like an outcast.

•Jynx get’s some of his personality from his father.

[refried-ghost]

Purple clicked his tongue uncomfortably pacing in the clearing. Normally he'd hover, but given he awoke on the dirt anyway he didn't see much of a point.

In the distance drones hovered. Near him was a screen explaining why he was there and the situation he was in. Frankly, it was a joke. A battle royale, broadcast across the galaxies, threatened with the prospect of never returning home if they didn't comply. Death was expected. Encouraged even. From murder to suicide. It was a concerning how blasé it was brought up.

And screen disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

His PAK hummed.

Somehow- Someway he'd been rendered completely unconscious. His PAK stuck in rest mode even after he woke up. He had to manually reboot it. Not something an irken, especially a taller, wanted to do.

If this was some sorta prank by Red it gone way too far.

The last thing he remembered was beginning his rest period. Readying some snacks as he relaxed in the Tallest's Chamber, flirting with the idea of going to his room. But he didn't want to clean it. And he'd never allow a drone in there to do it for him. Even if Red complained everytime he caught a glimpse of it. It was the only space that was really his own. Not constantly crawling with people with unknown intentions.

Then things got fuzzy he wasn't sure if they were dreams or memories. Normally he'd be able to check, but the reset corrupted some of things. He was quick to do a scan, deleting all corrupted files. Most were recent, but a handful were older. It made his frown deepen.

He looked over the unfamiliar landscape trying to place it. If this was a simulation then he should be able to place it or at least identify which components were mashed together to create it.

And while there were similarities to things he'd encountered before none confirmed his suspicions. The drones circled him, some distant, others approaching and they certainly weren't irken. Or Vortian for that matter.

This could be real. And that was a terrifying thought.

The prospect that he was alone. On an unfamiliar planet surrounded by flora that reached his thighs. A meadow of some sort.

He tried to ping Red. It failed.

If anyone took these 'rules' as fact he was thoroughly exposed.

He tried again. But it failed.

So he moved. And he moved quickly for cover under a canopy of unknown plants.

He pinged again trying Zee and Tenn as well this time.

He was questioning his decision, not being able to identify the flora he was about to surround himself when plasma bolt tore his cheek open. He scrambled into cover. Quickly pulling a blaster from his PAK.

It failed.

A leg with an optical attachment scanned behind him as went further and further from the meadow.

Red would have tried to prove himself. Faced the attacker head on. Normally, Purple would too, but not in this sort of situation. Too many unknowns. He'd already been taken off guard. He needed a better grasp on the situation. If he was cornered, he could make it out. But he wasn't. Perhaps in the overall scheme of this, but not by these guys. As far as he knew.

He pinged Skoodge. It wasn't a conscious thing. He grimace once he realized.

Purple climbing a rock like plant dense with foliage. PAK legs careful to pierce it far apart.

It failed.

He pinged his enforcers.

It failed.

He pinged his guards, his navigators, the elites and invaders. An ever growing list all at once.

Nausea set in.

They all failed.

His PAK tore through every ID he knew.

The foot steps were quiet, careful. His antenna were finally beginning to split the numerous smells assaulting him.

They Failed.

A drone appeared beneath him nestling it's into shrubbery. Noticably not pointing at him. He didn't like the implications.

Like Skoodge, he hadn't ment to ping him. But still it happened. He pinged Zim.

Zim pinged back.

[gotta-resisty]

OOC: Resisty Weekly News

This Week: Working days

Agent Discord, @the-cooler-gaz , and Agent P, @resisty-tak , had fun with Purple, who turns out is afraid of snow. They put him in a dress and he liked it.

Agent Overlord, @resisty-zim , asked Gaz to get him a frog and also DMed his sister @agents-pinkies , Smeet Tenn.

Meanwhile, Zim and @agnt-of-chaos , Dib, we're getting very attached to the drone smeet Veta. Dib helped her with her arm and she fell asleep. Zim and Dib found her adorable. Zim joked they were gonna steal her. They spent quite a bit of time getting attached to Veta and helping the natives and the Irkens stranded there.

But they got into some mild trouble with wildlife that escalated into Zim getting drugged with a panic attack. He ended up running off on his own and Dib triggered poison effects to get him back. Neither of them were okay for a while, so they went back to HQ.

Gaz got the frog and dyed her hair black, Veta hung out on HQ since she got dragged with Zim and Dib, she made friends with Opal and Minimoose.

Zim got to hug and talk to his sister a bit and Tenn called Lard Nar Dad. Though Zim's PAK was affected by the stress of the situation, and the anti-egg component broke. He didn't know it yet. His body started making two eggs, but because of how he was, he didn't notice yet.

Zim and Dib helped Veta get a room and Veta interacted with Purple, who comforted her when she started to cry. She also made friends with @explosions-and-chill .

Gaz brought Zim his frog and Purple brought @resisty-agent-fox , Sarshe, a box of gifts. But they went back to Earth because they forgot Purple's original outfit. Tenn binge watched all of the Tangled Series with @commandor-lard-nar .

Gaz and Purple were captured by @sunny-resistance when they went back. No one found out for a while. Zim and Dib were too busy dealing with learning about the two egg situation to do anything about it.

Sarshe was told by an anon, who was actually @agent-redblu , Kirreg, that Purple was captured. As anon herself, she poked at Sunny's blog to see if she could learn anything. She ended up tracking Purple and Gaz to Sunny, and with some back up, not only did she free Gaz, Purple, and Kirreg's family and sent them back to HQ, but she also worked on freeing and starting rehab for the surviving Irkens of the Empire there. She also discovered Skoodge was still alive and notified Lard Nar. They put a tracker on Skoodge so that he could be kept a secret and away from the Resisty. Sunny died from wounds delivered by Purple and Sarshe.

After Skoodge was set, Zim, Dib, Tak, and Sarshe visited Gaz and Purple in the med bay to discuss what happened. Sarshe didn't tell them about Skoodge. Purple and Gaz were going to survive, though they both had been severely injured.

Zim attacked Dib with glitter and Dib got very mad, Sarshe got to see a picture of Purple in a dress.

Skoodge went to @zee-of-the-irkens 's casino, and Dib gave Zim a ring, despite the glitter fight.

Tune in next week to find out what happens next.

[baitdragon]

NIA raids multiple locations in Jammu and Kashmir in terror funding case

In a sweeping crackdown, the National Investigation Agency (NIA) is carrying out raids at multiple locations in south Kashmir's Pulwama and Shopian in a terror funding case.

The National Investigation Agency (NIA) is carrying out raids at multiple locations in South Kashmir’s Pulwama and Shopian as part of its investigation into a terror funding case. The case pertains to the terror funding and criminal conspiracy hatched by the terror groups operating under various pseudo names, at the behest of their Pakistani commanders or handlers.

Searches are also underway across 13 locations in Budgam, Shopian, Pulwama, Srinagar, and Anantnag in cases related to the hatching of conspiracy, both physical and in cyberspace. Raids by the NIA are a sweeping crackdown on proscribed terrorist outfits to execute violent terrorist attacks in J&K with sticky bombs, IEDs and small arms.

On May 11, the probe agency carried out raids at the residence of Abdul Khaliq Regoo at Kansipora, Javid Ahmad Dhobi at Syed Kareem and Shoaib Ahmad Choor at Sangri Colony in Baramulla district into a terror conspiracy case.

The NIA action comes weeks after a deadly terror attack in Poonch that killed five soldiers. Days after the Poonch attack, five Army personnel were killed when terrorists cornered by the troops triggered an explosion in a densely forested area in the Rajouri district of Jammu and Kashmir. An officer was also injured in the explosion caused by an Improvised Explosive Device (IED).

Earlier, the NIA attached properties belonging to three accused persons at various places in Kashmir under the Unlawful Activities Prevention Act following court orders.

The NIA has been carrying out raids in Jammu and Kashmir to crack down on new terror outfits such as The Resistance Front (TRF), United Liberation Front Jammu & Kashmir (UL J&K), Mujahideen Gazwat-ul-Hind (MGH), Jammu & Kashmir Freedom Fighters (JKFF), Kashmir Tigers, PAAF and others.

These terror groups have come into focus after the abrogation of Jammu and Kashmir’s special status on August 5, 2019.

These outfits have taken responsibility for most of the militant attacks carried out in the last three years, especially in Jammu’s Pir Panjal area.

“Investigations have further revealed that Pak-based operatives were using drones to deliver weapons, bombs, drugs etc. to their operatives and cadres in the Kashmir valley,” the agency said in a statement.

The sleuths of the central agency, assisted by the police and paramilitary forces, have carried out raids at multiple locations in Srinagar, Baramulla, Shopian, Kulgam, Anantnag, and Budgam districts of Kashmir, as well as in Poonch, Rajouri and Kishtwar districts of Jammu this month alone.

[filternewsofficial]

आतंकवाद का सिर्फ जन्मदाता ही नहीं बल्कि अन्नदाता भी है पाक, इसलिए हाफिज को हुए दर्द पर बिलबिला उठा है

आतंकवाद का सिर्फ जन्मदाता ही नहीं बल्कि अन्नदाता भी है पाक, इसलिए हाफिज को हुए दर्द पर बिलबिला उठा है

हाफिज सईद के समर्थन में अगर पाकिस्तान के राष्ट्रपति को उतरना पड़ा है तो यह एक बार फिर पुष्ट होता है कि आतंकवाद को वहाँ सरकारी समर्थन मिलता है इसीलिए आतंकवादी को दर्द हुआ तो उसे पाक के हुक्मरानों ने भी महसूस किया। पूरी दुनिया जानती है कि आतंकवाद की फैक्ट्री कहाँ है, पूरी दुनिया जानती है कि आतंकवादियों को सबसे अच्छा प्रशिक्षण कहाँ मिलता है, पूरी दुनिया जानती है कि विश्व के अलग-अलग कोनों में…

[kittynugg]

Zim absolutely adores old cartoons. Things like Looney Toons and Hanna Barbara. He tried to capture Dib like the goddamn roadrunner once but couldn't find a giant boulder.

Dib and Zim have an inside joke where they'll pretend to "break the fourth wall." There isn't much do it, they'll just act like they're talking to an audience that doesn't exist (?) sometimes. ("My poor insane son" -Professor Membrane)

^ I feel like Dib would be, like partially aware that he's a cartoon. It's just a feeling he has sometimes that he finds mildly off-putting but doesn't really look into since it feels crazy even to him.

When he's safe behind closed doors, Zim loves the sound of rain. It used to make him anxious due to the association with pain but he got used to it and came to enjoy it. Him and Dib will sit by a window and watch it until it stops. (Once they sprinted outside with an umbrella to save a cat that was looking for shelter-- It lived in Zim's room for the next couple of days before they found it a home.)

Zim doesn't sleep as much as a regular human would, but when he does he fucking hates waking up. He can hardly function when he's too sleepy and hates the concept of sleepiness in general. He does like having the excuse to wrap himself in blankets and be all cozy for nine hours straight, though.

Dib is the kind of person to think of random shit at three AM that feels like really good ideas at the time but turns out to be.. Shit. It's why he stays up so late sometimes. Zim hangs out with him and listens to his deranged ranting.

Dib once challenged Zim to pull an actual all-nighter-- He figured out how to disable the autocharge feature on his PAK and ended up falling asleep at one. Dib calls him weak for it at least twice a month.

Zim still invents things and shit, he moved his lab to the basement and does his evil schemes there. Evil as in, like, "How am I gonna piss Dib off today?" (He still does some evil shit, he once released Gir into the school just to see what would happen. This time he actually put out the fires instead of making them worse, at least.)

Zim is a pretty big musical theatre fan, he's watched The Greatest Showman at least ten times with Dib and always sings along to The Other Side. Almost gave himself a fucking concussion from jumping onto the coffee table and losing his footing.

Zim gets Head Pigeons a lot. He doesn't know why. The birds just like him. He likes the birds, too. He once tried to command a flock of pigeons to attack Keef. It didn't work so he just built a drone army.

Invader Zim scenario HEADCANONS:

Brought to you by dumbass ™️

Zim can eat as much as GIR can, but chooses not to, because it’s “impolite”

Zim and dib have “special no fight days” where they hang out or whatever like 4 days out of the month, except summer where it’s 5, when those land on school days the skoolkids act like the raptures coming

Keef once dramatically professed his love for zim in front of everyone (flowers a huge ass speech etc) and zim promptly threw up and beat Keef up after school for embarrassing him. Keef though he was playing hard to get (he was not. There was no love involved whatsoever.)

Zim fucking loves earth pastries, he will postpone his “evil plans” if dib bribes him with a couple of cupcakes.

^ when zim, gaz and dib were at a state fair, zim entered a pie eating contest, he just wanted pie, but it was the worst thing dib and gaz ever witnessed, he ate 3 pies in 5 minutes. It looked like the dark harvest but with blueberry pies. Dib still can’t eat pie, but zim did win.

Zim actually likes girs soap waffles, he just eats them in moderation

Since doughnuts are rarities for the tallest, the first time zim had a doughnut was when letter M brought them in for his birthday, zim was confused, ate it, and promptly cried at how delicious it was, like full on nearly sobbing, (his classmates were like “BRO?” “Is you good??!!”)

Membrane once invited zim over for dinner, because “he’s such a polite young man! With his passion for science, he’s a wonderful influence for you dib!” And zim was well behaved, dib however…..

Gaz and zim once played cuphead together, after fighting over who got to be cuphead (gaz won) they played… two dumbasses with anger problems playing a rage game…. Membrane and dib curled into a corner and cried of fear

Zim can cook actually really well because his time on foodcourtia, he just does not like to. He once cooked for a schools bake sale and dib accused him of buying it.

Zim hacked into the membranes Netflix account, and for some reason it cannot be removed, like he hardwired it into the account.

Zim and gaz and GIR Play video games together, (Minecraft, Roblox, supersmash bros, Mario kart and animal crossing are their specialties) “GAZ DONT CONSPIRE WITH THE ENEMIES!!” “Shut the fuck up GIR just found diamonds and if we don’t get to him he’s gonna die and lose them in lava”

If you have any please reblog this with them PLEASEEEE!!! I wanna seeeeeee

[thunderclaw100]

Name:Magnus

Sex:Male

Race:Irken

Position:Tallest

Favorite color: Black/Gray

Likes: Spectra, Sight seeing, sweet scents, incense, orders other around, spicy food, boas.

Dislikes:Disobedience, failure, crowds,bitter foods,attempts to impress him, inferior species

Personalities:Loving(when it comes to Spectra)assertive,short-tempered,clever, prideful,distrustful,outgoing,strict,demanding.

Bio: Magnus and Spectra were hatched right next to each other in the smeetery. He was born adventurous and wanting to explore the rest of the Underground factory. During his surface training, Magnus partakes in a death match game in the coliseum, to prove he is willing to fight, kill and survive in the real world. He won a few rounds before falling to his knees when confronting Spectra. He became a foot soldier, following the orders of the commander he admires. Magnus has gotten private training from him and was given recommendations to a higher rank. For about a century, he’s been considered a fearsome foe to his enemies and a worthy companion. Magnus spend his time ordering his own wad of underlings. At least those who respect him. He was almost recruited as the tallest’s bodyguard once but he turned that down real quick. Not that he didn’t feel the honor of that but it would mean he’ll have to spend less time with others and be away from Spectra, who he is now having feelings of. It only took another century for Magnus to confess his love for her. It happened after his return from a space raid on a distant planet within Irk’s solar system.

He later informed Spectra of the possibility of them becoming the next tallest. Seeing as their leader, Solora is dying and the empire is in need of another ruler. When the day came, Magnus was chosen as the new tallest, but he didn’t want to rule alone. Before he went through the process of that, he pleaded with the control brains to allow a second tallest to rule by his side. His request was only granted after hearing what Spectra had to say. After a long wait of looking into the quality of this drone’s pak and all the things that would give them a reason to allow such a privilege. The control brains granted the request. Magnus and Spectra became the the tallest and have moved forward with their next operation for the Irken empire. They ruled together for the next two centuries. Making both allies and enemies along the way. Spectra was a steady driver Whalen it comes to her leading, but Magnus was the backbone between the two. He wasn’t afraid to take face danger head on. Though his recklessness did start a controversy among some of the other drones. Everything was going well for the two of them and they’ve made great progress with their work.

Until one day, Spectra had a change of heart and the next big step in growing the Irken empire. It’s because of these changes that everything started to slow down. Magnus had an argument with her about the new plans….a galactic conquest to expand the empire onto other planets. Spectra wants nothing to do with it and tried to warn off some of her close trusted staff to not get involved with this invasion. While she was doing that, Magnus made everyone come to a rally to discuss the plan for the future of his people. He was expecting his partner to join him since this needs to be addressed by both tallest, but Spectra was nowhere to be seen, so he gone looking for her. Sending out soldiers and camera bots. His worry turns to a panic attack.

Magnus frantically went searching for his mat, only to be told by the control brains that Spectra caught an illness that has infected her body to the point that it caused her own pak to kill her automatically. Hearing this news made the tallest fall in deep despair. Magnus wasn’t even allowed to have an open ceremony for her, but he made the announcement even before the announcer could do it. He carried Spectra’s body to the morgue, where she will be prep for the machine that will melt down her body vessel into a matter that’ll be recycled back in to the system. From there her DNA will be used for the cloning process. Magnus wanted to keep Spectra’s Pak in memory of her and display it in their chambers. The control brains wouldn’t allow it. They confiscated it and took the pak to be “downloaded” into the collective. At least that’s what they made him believe they did. Over time, Magnus’s heard turned to stone and his approach on everything became violent. Without his partner to balance him out, he made unthinkable decisions that pushed the other irkens away from him, but for those who stayed, tries their best to keep to his “good” side. Magnus believes the universe has turned against him after taking Spectra away. He has closed his heart out to everyone and only keeps to himself. Many irkens have crossed him and ended up executed for it.

Some were even demoted form their top positions. Magnus even displaced some irkens out of spite of minor actions. And whenever he catches sight of a pair becoming close to a relationship, he tears them apart. He can’t have happiness, NO one gets to have it too. The tallest ruled the empire for another 200 years. An enemy of irk came to fight him and his army, which Magnus was unprepared for at the time and was defeated shortly. This sparked up conversations within the community about his leadership. How could a leader not be prepared for such an attack and lose the battle on his own territory? He should have known all the layouts of his land and where the enemy is coming from on all sides.

Magnus miscalculated and this defeat made a mockery of his image. Questionable doubts flood the air from his subordinates. Even the control brains was on his back about it. To make up for this humiliation, Magnus took the fight to the enemy this time. Using all tactics he knows during his training days. A battle patrol took off towards enemy territory and during the attack, tallest Magnus went into the leader’s chamber and assassinated him. As proof of this, he brought out his head for all to see. After wiping out the remaining army, Magnus brought another victory to his name. The whole empire was proud of him.

Despite this, he still felt the loss because Spectra wasn’t here to celebrate this with him like they used to. He also got an injury from the fight with the enemy’s leader. While the rest of irk was celebrating another battle won, their leader retreated to his chambers. Refusing to see his medic and get patched up. Magnus sat on his chair, thinking about what things could have been if he had his mate by his side.

At this moment he starts to question himself about her death. How could Spectra have died from illness if she did not show any signs of it? It made no sense to him. Magnus knew that even if she was sick, the medics would’ve helped her and prevent Spectra’s pak from going self kill mode on her. He later found out the truth of her death and why the control brains lied to him. With his own health declining over the years and the e loss of the one irken he deeply cared for. Magnus couldn’t go on anymore. With his wounds still exposed, he grabbed the one object that was given to him by Spectra. It was her dagger. With the last of his strength, he jabbed the blade into his chest and carved it in the shape of a heart. All of this while wailing in agony. This alarm the other drones and his personal guards came rushing into his chambers to find the tallest bleeding out on his chair. The medics tried their best to save him but it was too late.

Word didn’t come out until after a cover up was placed. The control brains were the first to know about tallest Magnus’s death and made the medics, maintenance, guards and his personnel staff keep quiet about what really went down in that room. Instead it was a said to tell everyone that Magnus was killed by an assassin. One from the enemy they’ve just took out. A slip up to say that no one was keeping an eye on their leader and he was killed in his own chambers by using the very dagger he held dear to him.

Taking the advantage over an already wounded Irken. The announcer was informed and he told all of Irk what happened. Shaking the e empire of this and leaving many in question of what to do without their fearless leader. The controls brains took over at the time, keeping things in order and production flowing. It did not take long before another tallest was presented. Lux was a suitable candidate and has grown a lot during his mid training days. Everything related to tallest Magnus was kept away from the public but not truly forgotten by most that know what happened to him and Spectra.

The former tallest’s body went through the same process as his partner l. Having his pak information downloaded to the collective and DNA passed on to the next generation of smeets. One would think tallest Red has some of Magnus’s emotional traits in him.

*EXTRA*

•Magnus left antenna twitches when he lies.

•He fell in love with Spectra as a cadet.

•He replaced many of his personal staff.

•He stress eats a lot because of his work.

•Is one of the few who moved ranks so swiftly.

•Magnus prefers to be called “Lord Magnus”

•Tends to have a one track mind.

•Get’s a kick out of hurting shorter irkens.

•He’s a stubborn listener and picky eater.

•Magnus once killed an Irken because of their involvement with Spectra and that he was jealous of how she affectionate she is around them. He does this with the other drones too.

*DIALOGUE*

“There aren’t many who would challenge the irken empire. I’d like to keep it that way. We still have many things to develop and advanced. Keeping the conflict with these other species to a minimum.”

“I don’t trust anyone I didn’t hire. And for those who have, are under a probation watch.”

“don’t have to do anything to make you suffer. I only need to watch it happen. Fate will deal with you.”

“Do you know what it’s like to look in a mirror and not know who’s looking back? It’s a scary thing.”

“I don’t want them to like me. I want their loyalty and respect! How can I get it if they’re laughing at me because of ONE battle loss?”

“I never settled with meteoricty as an acceptional standard. And neither should you.”

“This empire needs a strong leader. I’ve shown nothing but greatness and my subjects know that. We are growing tremendously and because of that, we must expand beyond our solar system. And why stop there? We can rule over all the inferior alien species. Make them serve the irken empire. If they refuse, they’ll be dealt with like any other enemy. This is whaat we are made to do. This is our calling!”

“Being a tallest is great but I do miss my cadet days. There’s so much want to learn but never got to.”

“I’m troubled by the fact that Spectra may not be able to get out of this room without triggering the wrath of the control brains for disobeying them. She questioned their motives. We can’t do that here.”

“I love you, Spectra. Ever since we were cadets. I’ve never met anyone who can match me in any training session. Who can leave me speechless during an argument. Who can make me feel whole again. As of old traditions of our people. Would you be my mate?”

“I’m only respectful to those who deserve it.”

[indiapakistanhottalk]

Pakistan is living in fear of the drone attack on India's Jammu Air Force Station

Pakistan is living in fear of the drone attack on India's Jammu Air Force Station

Pakistan is living in fear of the drone attack on India’s Jammu Air Force Station हेलो दोस्तो कृपया लेटेस्ट पाकिस्तान और भारत के मुद्दों पर डिबेट्स देखने के लिए इस चैनल को सब्सक्राईब करके हमारा हौशला बढ़ाए जिससे आपको ज्यादा से ज्यादा पाक मीडिया की वीडियो देखने को मिले धन्यवाद जय हिंद जय भारत Our News WebSite – https://indiapakistanhottalk.bharat-parv.in Dear Friends, This is the official youtube…

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Headcanon:

Irken appendages (hands and feet) are considered EXTREMELY sacred.

Just look at Zim’s complete freakout when he looses one of his boots in the comics.

He completely looses it out of nowhere after realizing that his foot is uncovered. Zim is either on the verge of a panic attack or is currently going through one due to the loss of his boot. And that’s completely understandable considering how irkens view hands and feet.

In irken culture, you absolutely MUST cover up your hands with gloves of some sort and cover up your feet with boots or socks. Going around without those things is the single worst thing you can do in every aspect of irken culture. You cannot have them exposed in public, you cannot have them exposed in private, you cannot have them exposed AT ALL.

Everyone, no matter how tall or short, must have gloves and boots, no exceptions. The Tallest may hate Zim with every fibre of their beings and want him humiliated and dead, but they still view depriving Zim of gloves and/or boots and/or forcing him to go around with his appendages exposed as going WAY too far. Exposing an irken’s appendages is a special kind of evil that no irken deserves, even if that irken is Zim. That’s how important this rule is.

Purposely removing an irken’s gloves or boots is the single worst crime that you can commit in the eyes of the empire. If you do it and the empire finds out, they’ll be showing up outside your door with a small army in a matter of days, fully ready to turn you and anyone that gets in their way into a smoking crater.

This even applies to Zim, despite everyone hating him. The only thing that could theoretically get the armada to willingly go anywhere near earth would be Zim getting his gloves or boots forcibly removed, because in the event that that were to happen, a chunk of the armada would show up in earth orbit looking for whoever committed such a horrible crime.

Even looking at an irken’s exposed hands or feet is considered extremely bad.

There’s also the canonical fact that when the Tallest are crowned, they go through a ceremony where their thumbs are cut off. The Tallest are also the only irkens that are allowed to keep their fingers exposed, but their palms and feet must stay covered up. The reason that the Tallest have thumbs in Enter The Forpus is because of the armour they’re wearing, which is ceremonial armour that includes gloves with prosthetic thumbs that are controlled by the wearer’s PAK.

The irken language has a special word that is essentially the phrase “My hands/feet are exposed, look away immediately” condensed into a single word. If an irken says that word, all irkens nearby look away and give the speaker time to cover themselves up again. A drone could say this and the Tallest would look away. That’s how important the irken appendage rule is. It transcends all other societal gaps and barriers.

Even if two irkens are fighting and one damages or looses their glove and/or boot, that word is spoken and the other irken will look away to let the first irken cover up again, resuming the fight immediately after it is done. It’s like how ferrets will brutally fight each other, but will pause the fight if one of them needs to scratch an itch, before immediately resuming with the same level of ferociousness.

There’s only three small exceptions to the irken appendage rule:

Smeets can spend the first month or so with their appendages exposed, as they’re considered to be too young to properly understand the significance of keeping your appendages covered. They’re taught the appendage rule during their first month of living, and are given gloves and proper boots at one month old.

The Tallest can keep their fingers exposed, which is why they’re the only irkens we ever see without completely covered up hands. However, their palms are considered even more sacred then normal due to them being the Tallest, who are worshiped as god-kings by irken citizens. Boots are also required.

The Tallest are allowed to fully expose their hands during the thumb removing ceremony, but must immediately don gloves once the process is finished.

Most races that are aware of irkens are aware of the appendage rule, just because it’s that extremely important (the empire hunting down, killing and threatening war against anyone who purposely removes the gloves or boots of an irken comes to mind).

This is actually why the self destruct button that invaders are given is located in the gloves. If an irken is captured and attempts to self destruct to preserve their mission, their captors are put between a rock and a hard place. If they let the irken self destruct, they loose all information about what the irken has done, learned and planned, as the self destruct button destroys the SIR Unit and the invader’s base along with the irken, but they can only stop the irken from self destructing by removing the gloves, which will most definitely result in the armada showing up on their doorstep in a matter of days fully ready to reduce the entire planet to ash for the crime of forcibly exposing an irken’s hands, oftentimes with basically none of the planet’s allies attempting to oppose the Armada or come to the planet’s aid because they see that the targeted planet/race brought this upon themselves by removing an Irken’s gloves.

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My name is Thimble & I was of Hive Litore. I was part of Tallest Ophelia's wardrobe team alongside my superior's, Patch & Thred. Thred was the Head Seamstress while Patch & I were her assistants. Thred was traded away to Hive Cadaver so she could be with her life partner, Fifi. Patch took over as Head Seamstress & it was just the two of us. We still sent letters up until Thred was killed when Soxx attacked Hive Cadaver. We were devastated & our grief was compounded when Tallest Ophelia passed some time after.

Our time under Tallest Kii wasn't a pleasant one. While Tallest Ophelia was quiet & polite to her subjects, Tallest Kii was the exact opposite. She held no love for anyone in her hive or in Hive Litore aside from her aging coddle drone. Even then, she was sill known to lash out. While she was likely grieving the losses of Tallests Delta & Ophelia, it can only go so far.

The final straw was Kii allying with Soxx & Hitz. So, when there was a call for volunteers to go into deep space, many of my hive-mates agreed for the opportunity to leave; one of which was Patch. They went into the big clunky airship, left, & never came back. The rest of Irk never knew what happened to them. The ship could've come across any number of dangers in space or crash landed on some far-off planet. Either way, even with better technology that Irk now has, that first ship was never found.

I felt so alone when both Thred & Patch were gone. My only source of comfort was the Smeetery’s first test smeet, Lilip. Lilip was made using DNA from Fifi & Thred while they were alive. She was kept under observation for months to ensure her good health while her mothers perished in their Hive’s battle with Soxx. They did meet her on several occasions beforehand, though it pains me to know that they never saw her grow into the talented seamstress she became. I did my best to tell her stories of her mothers & her eyes always lit up when she heard them.

While I remained a seamstress, my ultimate goal was keep Hive Litore’s memory alive in the hope that the information could be used to inspire future change. When I spoke to my hive-mates, we spoke our native tongue in hushed whispers. When I took on apprentices, only those who I absolutely trusted were given knowledge of our history, relics, & language. To ensure total secrecy, I had a friend alter my apprentice’s paks so that memories of what they learned would be deleted upon death. I couldn’t risk the Tallests finding out what I was doing. I eventually passed & was replaced. Thankfully, my hive’s memory still lives on. We are mentioned in the smeet’s education, even if only a footnote.

The current Head Seamstress, Hemm, & her assistants carry our history now & are as tight lipped as their predecessors. When not making or mending their Tallest’s robes, they tend to the few relics that are left & give offerings to The Weaver & her swarm. When no one but I are around them, they speak & sing songs in Litorian. Milin struggles a bit with the language, but she’s still learning. They’ve been talking about spying for the Resisty, but are afraid it’s too bold of a move. I wish them the best of luck regardless of which path they choose.

I’ve since met up with my loved ones in the afterlife. Thred & Fifi reunited with Lilip upon her death & now taunt Soxx whenever they can. Patch did confirm that their ship did make it to a planet & they’ve since made a home there. Their descendants are much happier than those left behind on Irk. I think they call themselves Irthens now? I don’t remember. Tallest Ophelia reunited with her parents & even got to meet Tallest Kuren. I met him too & he’s just as kind as the stories made him out to be.

First picture left to right is Thred, Patch, & Thimble. Second picture is Fifi & Thred. Third picture is Fifi & Thred’s love-smeet, Lilip.

Oh boy, I finally got this out. Ever since I made the Wardrobe Trio I had plans to have them not be completely loyal to the Irken Empire. They still worship The Weaver & they can see The Unravelers. (They sometimes make tiny clothes for them too. The little guys absolutely love it.) The plot point with early deep space Irkens colonizing a new planet is pretty recent. I thought ‘What if mothman was Irken?’ & went from there.

There’s stuff I didn’t add since I haven’t made up my mind on whether or not to use it like a sacrificial cup/bowl combo thing. The cup part had silk burned so smoke could take it to The Weaver while the bowl contained snacks for The Unravelers. It was used for fertility festivals, times of hardship, & of general thanks for good fortune.  The two parts were separated with one half kept on Irk & the other went to space. It was going to be one of the few Hive Litore relics Hemm still had. Now that I’ve talked about it, I’ll probably use it. It’s not magical or anything but something about the lost first colony being found & reunited with Irkens. I don’t know where I’m going with this.

Gotta stop now or I’ll just keep rambling on. Tallests Kii, Soxx, & Hitz belong to @messinwitheddie​ & Delta, Fifi, & Hive Cadaver belong to @a-wanderin-whirlybird​.

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  Tak, human alias: Takara Ito. 

PRONUNCIATION.  T-ah-K, emphasis being placed on the “k” at the end of the word. 

NICKNAME(s). defective, tik-tak, hive queen, your highness, zak’me (friend), renma (beloved), shon’za (life-mate, only Zim calls her this). 

GENDER.  Nonbinary; will answer to feminine and neutral pronouns. 

HEIGHT. 4′11′. 

AGE. In her main verse, she is between 193-225, approximately 19-21 in human terms. 

ZODIAC.  Scorpio. 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Ancient and modern Irken, Vortian, English, Spanish, Japanese, and others due to a universal translator. 

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOUR.   Dark blue when using a human holoform. Otherwise, they have no hair. 

EYE COLOUR.   Ultraviolet. 

SKIN TONE.    Beige with a green tinge when using a human holoform. Otherwise, their skin is jade. 

BODY TYPE.   Slender with lean muscle around her upper arms and thighs. 

ACCENT.   Normally, British, as that is where she first landed when coming to Earth; this is also where she learned English. However, when speaking Irken, she has a faint Yura accent, which would be akin to Greek or Arabic to our ears. 

VOICE.  Harsh, clipped, elegant. 

DOMINANT HAND.  Ambidextrous. 

POSTURE.  Straight, graceful, slightly domineering.   

SCARS.   Heavy vertical scarring around their lips from an attack by tallers during their academy days. Scarring in between her shoulder blades from them reprogramming their PAK and downsizing it. Thick keloid scar on their left temple from a hormonal inhibitor. Miscellaneous battle wounds across their body.  

TATTOOS. A Yura insignia on their chest and Takshi’s sigil on the back of their left hand. 

BIRTHMARKS.  A small, round black beauty mark below their left eye. 

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  Their piercing stare. 

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.  The planet Irk. 

HOMETOWN.   An underground smeetery in what was once the desert of Threm. 

BIRTH WEIGHT.   Average. 

BIRTH HEIGHT.   Slightly above average. 

MANNER OF BIRTH.  Hatched out of an incubation chamber. Cloned. 

FIRST WORDS.  Shman? (mother) upon seeing the spirit of Malka. 

SIBLINGS. None, technically. All modern Irkens are cloned. 

PARENTS.  None for her physical body, unless you count the control brains, but her soul was born from pieces of ZimmTek (the irken god of war and natural disaster) and Takshi’s. 

PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. The control brains saw her as a weapon to use against their enemies, and later, a threat that needed to be neutralised. However, Malka, ZimmTek, and Takshi are loving parents. She remembers Malka hiding her from guards as a smeet, and Tak regularly communes with ZimmTek and Takshi via meditation. ZimmTek, in particular, has a soft spot for Tak. Due to his blessings and guidance, she has only ever lost one battle, that against Zim on Earth. 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Invader, Janitorial Drone, Freedom Fighter, and later, Hive Queen. 

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  In my main verse, they dwell in Pleasant Ridge, Michigan. In later verses, their residence is the rebuilt citadel of Yura. 

CLOSE FRIENDS.  Dib, Gaz, Purple (irken name: Vis’ek), Tenn, Skoodge (irken spelling: Skuj), and Sizz-Lorr. 

CHILDREN. Rashti (Night), Nen (Crooked), and Ka’sha (Galaxy). 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Their mate is @irkvader​‘s Zim. 

FINANCIAL STATUS.  Wealthy. 

DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes. 

CRIMINAL RECORD.  Yes, for high treason against the control brains. 

VICES.  Theft, murder, alcoholism, and sundry self-destructive tendencies. 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  Bisexual. 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   Demi-romantic. 

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  switch. 

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant  |  switch. 

LIBIDO. High, but especially so during their heat in the spring/summer. 

TURN ON’S.  dirty talk, being dominated, choking, bondage play, hunter/hunted roleplays, cannibalism roleplays (someone pretending to eat her), marking, playing with her antennae, and public teasing. 

TURN OFF’S.  piss kink. no, just no. also having to work for/earn an orgasm in roleplay. just take them, damn it. 

LOVE LANGUAGE. Acts of service, time, physical affection, and verbal praise. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  Loyal to a fault, and perhaps a bit obsessive, Tak worships her life-mate. She would do anything for them, even carve out her own heart, to make them happy. She supports them in whatever they do and will always be there when they need her. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  Crown-- Camila Cabello. 

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  Training, baking, witchcraft, & writing down the old Irken histories. 

MENTAL ILLNESSES. PTSD, OCD, & generalised anxiety. 

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.  None. 

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Both. 

PHOBIAS. Failure, rejection, & loss. 

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. To the public, Tak is rather confident, but behind closed doors, their responsibility weighs on them. Their people have hurt so many and made so many enemies. She just wants to hold it all together and make sure that her people can heal themselves and their planet without being eradicated. 

VULNERABILITIES.  Her mate and her family. Her people and her planet. 

TAGGED BY: stolen from @fairestfall​

TAGGING: If you see this on your dash, consider yourself tagged!

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Fanart for @dana-chan-the-control-brain ‘s fanfic tech support: chapter 4 weasel words

 The Computer was broken from his thoughts at the sound of high pitched shrieking. His cameras and processors devoted his attention to the distressed little irken in the experiment room. Who was being attacked by the very same weasels he was experimenting with. Apparently, Weasels did not take kindly to having sleep hypnosis parasites planted in their brains.

Zim ran and shrieked and flailed his arms as the little furry creatures crawled all over him, slathering him with bites, claw marks and laser eyes. A quick scan confirmed that these weasels did not have rabies, they were just angry. VERY angry. And aside from Zim’s panicking and mild bleeding from the bites he appeared unharmed. He was just freaking himself out, making the weasels angrier. He was going to seriously hurt himself if this kept up. Even if it was, admittedly, hilarious to watch.

The Computer wordlessly opened up the weasel containment unit without a verbal command.

“Master, contain the weasels in here.”

Zim then slammed the glass door to the containment unit shut. Panting heavily.

Zim peeled one of the weasels off his face, and threw it in the containment unit. He did the same for the one biting underneath his leggings and two others that were chomping down on his antenna and leg respectively.

“Wheeeeeeeeew… ha… that was a close onnnnAUGHHHH!!!”

Zim reached a new octave as he realized he didn’t notice the weasel clinging to his PAK, that had begun clawing the shell, causing a port to open up and began nibbling on wires to it’s heart’s content.

“AHH! NO NONONONONONONONONO!!! GET OUT OF THEREEEE!”

Zim tried to reach behind his back but instead he squeaked and convulsed as his eyes rolled back and his antenna twitched. He spun around in a circle and fell to the floor, before leaning back upright with his bodyweight only. Jerking and moving in an unnatural way. As if he didn’t have control of his own limbs. His arms and legs behaved like noodles as if the weasel was hosting the world’s worst grotesque puppet show. Zim’s tongue rolled out his mouth as his PAK began flashing red as a warning.

Now this was something the Computer WOULD intervene with. A robotic arm descended from the ceiling and snatched the weasel off Zim’s back, and threw it in the containment unit unceremoniously, crashing it into all it’s other bite-happy brethren before sealing them up again.

Zim fell to the ground, moaning and twitching.

Was he alright?

The Computer ran a scan of Zim’s current state. Specifically his PAK. He cross-compared reference to the scan he took on the first day Zim arrived to Earth. He didn’t have time to go over Zim’s PAK data in depth yet. Between GIR’s food experiments and Zim’s animal experiments, he had a feeling he'd be in pretty high demand over the weekends.

“Master,” The Computer began, speaking in an authoritative neutral voice. “Some nerve ending wiring for your arm control nerve is frayed along with your limb systems and several other nerve wirings. I'll plug in and begin an automatic PAK repair as soo-”

“NO!” Zim shrieked, far more panicked then the Computer ever heard him, and that was saying a lot judging by how jumpy he was.

“N-No.” Zim stammered, shakily getting to his feet, swaying where he stood. “There’s no need for an automatic PAK repair… I can do it myself.”

“......I… what? Are you sure? You can barely stand right now.. And your arms are very limp and...shaking....” The Computer couldn’t help but say aloud.

“Ah, Don’t worry, it’s just a little scratch and some loose wires, it’s fine!” Zim extended his PAK legs to walk to the PAK repair work station, as opposed to walking on his little organic legs that were trembling like jelly. Thankfully, that part of his PAK was undamaged as he was able to extend and use his PAKlegs no problem.

“...With all due respect, Master…” the Computer began as Zim leaned his body against the console, trying to figure out how to word what he would say next. “I don’t believe in your current condition that you would be able to repair your PAK manually.”

For a moment, Zim said nothing. He didn’t snap at him immediately like he normally did. Which worried him. He just leaned his head against the console, closing his eyes for a few moments.

“....Master?”

“EH!?” Zim’s antenna shot upwards and he looked confused. As if he wasn’t talking to him a few seconds ago.

That was very worrisome.

“Let me repair your PAK.” The Computer said in the most soft and stern voice he could muster.

Zim’s antenna twitched, as he realized what the Computer was asking.

“Eh.. Ah, no, don’t worry about it! I’m FINE!”

Before the Computer could argue his reasoning some more, Zim turned around so he could face the workbench and detached his PAK onto the work station. The PAK extended a few extra port wires and crawled onto the bench obediently, apparently used to this type of repair from its host. The lifeclock in the Computer’s systems activated, displaying the ten minute time limit in the center screen of every single camera in the home. A normal precaution so Invader Computers were currently aware when the PAK was attached to their Master and if they were at any risk of dying.

Zim arched his back and gave a long stretch that cracked his spine. He took a deep breath as he flexed his arms and claws, and began blinking each eye separately at a time and flexing his antenna individually from each other. The Computer observed him for a few moments. He consulted his database to see if such behavior was common for irkens who performed manual PAK repair. Oddly, there weren’t many instances of manual PAK repair operated by the irken host itself. PAK maintenance drones would repair other irkens typically, but not themselves. Invaders were trained in basic first aid, due to the nature of their job. They had to spend long quantities of time alone, and basic wear and tear maintenance was expected in their line of work.

A few chewed off wires however, that’s a different story.

“...Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” The Computer began hesitantly, suspecting that Zim had no clue what he was tampering with. He can never know with him.

Zim flexed his claws a few more times before he seemed satisfied, and he grabbed the wielding tool from overhead.

“Huh-hmm.” Zim said plainly. “This kinda thing happens all the time.”

“...You…. your wires get chewed out by weasels all the time?” The Computer asked.

“Yes! Well, no. Well.. I just mean… ya know… trainee combat and all that.”

Invader training combat?.... Zim had his wires yanked out of him before? The Computer suspected that was highly unlikely. Due to the nature of an irken’s PAK, and how they held most of an irken’s consciousness and served as a secondary brain to work alongside their primary one, PAKs were strictly off limits from attacking. Especially during training and simulations. In fair duels one of the main rules is to not mess with a fellow irken’s PAK. Everything else is fair game. Punch them in the eye, yank their antenna or grind the heel of their boot into the spooch. Attacking or tampering with an Irken’s PAK is strictly forbidden and would cause low marks and demerits, and in extreme cases, re-encoding.

“...How does that happen?” The Computer couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Ah, oh ya know how training is..” Zim said distractedly as he began welding and repairing the loose wires. “Stomping or yanking of the PAK to see how long I can last, throwing it back and forth amongst the Elites, hitting it a bit with the brunt of the electro spears a bit too hard…that’s just how it goes. All normal endurance training for only the most elite of the elite.”

…….He was kidding? Right?

"Like this one time during training, my PAK was yanked off and my fellow soilders wanted to see how long I could last, and that skilled Invaders are able to survive past the ten minute mark. Well, my record is about three minutes till. So we waited. They kept it away from me a little bit past my record, one minute was cutting it a little close, but we all had a good laugh about it."

He wasn’t kidding.

“They are just testing to make sure I have the right endurance! They obviously were testing my durability and enguitity! I had to learn a few things about PAK repair if I wanted to complete my Invader training! A few dents and dings like this is nothing.”

.....

The Computer immediately pulled up any information he had based on Zim’s training days as an Elite. He couldn’t find any documented evidence that his fellow elites had bullied him like this, but he did notice the peers he was typically stationed with at the time.

ELITE RED:

SKILLED TACTICIAN AND IMPRESSIVE COMBAT SKILLS

HIGHLY FAVORED BY FORMER ALL MIGHTY TALLEST MIYUKI

CURRENT STATUS: ALL MIGHTY TALLEST RED

ELITE PURPLE

RUTHLESS NO MERCY APPROACH TO COMBAT.

TOP SCORES IN STEALTH

CURRENT STATUS: ALL MIGHTY TALLEST PURPLE

That….

That can’t be right.

That would be impossible.

Logical evidence would suggest that these two were the ones that would purposely mess with Zim’s PAK to give him clear and unfair advantages. However, the Tallest are all powerful and all knowing in their judgements. They wouldn’t have become the Tallest if they were breaking the rules as elites. Even then, while Zim was the runt of his squad, he didn’t deserve such treatment. Either Zim did not know of the protocols or he thought that it was a standard part of training.

But… Zim had to be lying? Right? I mean he’s defective, who knows what crazy thinks?

That’s what the Computer wanted to think. But watching Zim calmly and accurately repair his PAK as if it was normal routine for him suggested otherwise. He’s been at it for about a minute now.

“...Master.” The Computer said lowly and softly, lowering the probability of startling him.

“Hmmm?” Zim responded, laser-focused on his task.

“How are your hands so steady…. You were flailing around with limp arms not to long ago… and your PAK is still damaged.”

Zim blinked up from his work, pausing for a moment before he gave a soft chuckle. It was unlike when Zim laughed loudly to assert his dominance. It was squeaky and soft.

“Silly Computer!” Zim chuckled and he got back to work.

“...Uhhhhh..”

Zim snickered to himself. “You’re a machine, so I don’t expect you to get it.”

What? What was so funny?

“My PAK has been damaged.” Zim then pointed towards his temple. “Not my ORGANIC brain.”

“....I …..”

“Once the PAK is detached, my biological shell draws resources from the organic brain. The nerve endings in those are FINE. It’s the PAK that’s the problem.”

The Computer considered this. While what Zim was saying was true, most irkens didn’t tend to view themselves as a disconnect to their PAK. It was a level of heightened awareness not many had achieved. If an iken’s PAK was damaged, it was common they would still experience pain once it was detached. There were many reports of a PAK being damaged, the PAK thinking that it’s host has broken a leg, and once the PAK was removed, the irken biological shell would still feel as if their leg is broken. Only PAK technicians had this level of understanding on how the PAK brain and organic brain co-exist together.

“You know, for an Irken super Computer, you’re not that smart if you forgot how PAKs work.” Zim snickered.

Oh that little…

“I have not!” The Computer huffed. “Just seeing this level of competence from you is shocking.”

“I know, I know. I am truly amazing!” Zim beamed. Apparently not absorbing the Computer’s insult. Probably for the best.

“Now silence! I need to concentrate.”

The Computer remained silent as he watched Zim work. Zim's hands worked efficiently at a pace that showed he was comfortable making these types of repairs.

Even so, an automatic repair would be faster and more efficient. The Computer took into consideration the stress patterns in his voice and heart rate when he thought he needed an automatic repair. In addition to his reluctance to being scanned or his PAK being scanned.

…...So, he knew he was defective then?

That had to be the logical conclusion. Only Defectives tended to get nervous about PAK fiddling or PAK repair. Although, observing his Master's hands, Zim had no qualms with repairing himself. Due to his intense focus and efficiency, it could almost be described as therapeutic for him.

Then was it the Computer himself he was afraid of?

There was still too much insufficient data for him to make a logical conclusion at the moment. But he will take Zim's comfort in mind when he eventually needs to consult him about PAK and biological repair in the future. Because let's face it, Zim will hurt himself again.

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this part made me very emotional, and also made me hate the tallest even more

[what-the-floofin]

I love your irken ocs they are super cool and I wish to know more about themm....

Awwwh thank you so much! Like seriously. Makes me so damn fuzzy inside to see interest in my own dorks. I would love to blabber about them some!!

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Beed is a standard foot soldier. He’s not very assertive and gets walked over a lot because of it. Takes a lot of punches and doesn’t typically think to hit back.

His entire field unit - and almost himself - was felled to what was basically a weaponized flesh-eating bacteria crafted by a planet they were in the midst of seizing.

(it was a big scandal. The Invader assigned with infiltrating the planet was supposed to root out and eliminate such surprises to the irken force, but that was missed in the scheme of things apparently)

After surviving that he was transferred into security for the lab that had saved him. Bearing permanent damage from his flesh-eating ordeal, many irkens want nothing to do with him as if he still carried and would spread it by sheer proximity. He’s certain this reassignment is just a means to keep him isolated and out of their antenna: as the lab is small and minimally supported, plonked on the side of a basic planet that barely scraped the empire’s interest.

It hurt what irken pride he has at first, but Beed has taken it in his stride. He’s always been one to make the best of things. He never had much of his peers’ respect anyway so the turn was somewhat unsurprising.

 Often forgoes the standard issue gloves because they itch the hell out of his damaged skin. He will wear them when full uniform is required, but expect his long-term focus to be utterly shot.

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Ihk is a standard foot soldier with high hopes of climbing rank. He feels his appointed station as a small lab security guard is well beneath him, and that he is destined for far greater heights.

He does, however, have an unfortunately sensitive spooch, and a stark inability to maintain his impassive composure when something even mildly upsets it. And when one also happens to have an overactive revulsion trigger, said spooch upset happens frequently. Enough to put him off having much of a consistent appetite – and with his Pak constantly rebalancing his internal chemical affairs and chewing up valuable energy to do so, he has thinned considerably.

Ihk certainly has prowess in combat, but his outbursts of apparent ‘squeamishness’ has hurt his status and reputation as a soldier to be feared. As if to make up for this he is always insistent on presenting his best - his lowest known state of relaxation amongst company usually being ‘standing at military rest.’

Being in constant proximity to Beed has been a trial. The whole flesh-eating fiasco was a massive squick to him and it still gets him when he thinks too hard about the way those soldiers perished. Beed makes his squeedlyspooch churn in terrible ways and he’s generally very snappy at him because of it.

He picks on Beed and his aptitude as an irken soldier out of frustration with his situation. Beed, however, proves impossible to rile or chase off from wanting to have anything to do with Ihk. 

When it comes to dealing with Sut on the other hand, Ihk bites his tongue like you wouldn’t believe. He needs to make and maintain an outstanding reputation of performance, regardless of how irritating he finds every lab job he gets pulled into. But just... he’s a soldier damnit, not a scientist.

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Sut (pronounced soot) is rather small, and the respect she desires as one of the greater scientists suffers for it.

The research station she was assigned to is undersized and minimally supported by the empire. She is understaffed and frequently faced with attacks from space raider lootings seeing the opportunity for what it is – ‘easy’ pickings of valuable technology. They don’t usually get far thanks to drone-security measures, but it is a hindrance nonetheless! Her requests for additional security have mostly gone unheeded. (They sent her one soldier. One!)

Despite making the big breakthrough against a bio-weapon that could out-speed an irken’s ability to heal (driving one’s pak into deficiency trying to keep up until it simply couldn’t), her accomplishment has not garnered the recognition she feels she is due.

She believes she was assigned the task because of her skills, and she delivered valuable discoveries in return! She deserves something for that!

Really though, her location was considered ‘backwater remote’ enough (and one closest to the origin planet) to send the afflicted soldiers and let them deal with the contagious disaster without rampant spread (see: risk loss of militia/labs they actually cared for). It was just, fortunate they figured it out? Getting the knowledge and ability to reverse the bioweapon back against the people that made it was a fun bonus, but they had the situation handled. (They didn’t, it was a disaster until they got that leg up, but they sure claim it otherwise.)

Sut then asked for Beed’s additional transfer into her security – and was genuinely surprised by the speed in which the request was granted. She had her reasons though. She wanted the surviving soldier for further study, observation, and tests to refine her best work to date.

She’s one of the few who has no qualms with Beed’s proximity. She would be disrespecting all faith in her work otherwise! He is fully cured and safe, y’all are just idiots.

 Being understaffed in both people and drones, Sut has had to make do with what resources she has got. She frequently ropes the two soldiers into her sciencey things – Beed being incredibly pliant and easy to command, and Ihk having a keen desire to have high recommendation reports sent back to the empire. The two soldiers are getting more and more versed in genuine lab studies every day.

[messinwitheddie]

Zim "When I was a smeet, I snuck away from my holo-visor station. I wondered around until I found my smeetery drone on his knees, clutching the snack cart." *snickers* "He was having a massive heart attack and going into spooch arrest--" *giggles* "He couldn't breathe to call out for help so I just stood there--" *laughs* "I stood there the whole ten minutes while his PAK's expiration counter went down to zero..." *laughs harder* "And he flopped on the floor until he stopped twitching--" *LAUGHS!!, playfully nudging* "And the brightness in his eyes went completely dull!"

Reg "Zim....That's not a funny story..."

Zim *coughs* "It is to me..."

[cricktoon]

Ren timeline: part one

Encoded as a cartographer after the academy

Spends a lot of time alone in space, traveling to distant worlds that have been conquered, and making maps of new territories

While doing some personal research into some restricted data he hacked into, discovers that Irkens once had the biological capability to use hypnosis on their prey

Becomes obsessed with the idea that Irkens no longer have this ability, and why

Digs deeper, and decides he very badly wants what his ancestors had. Begins the process of rigorous training in the spaces between his map making duties

Spends several years encouraging his body to naturally produce the energies that can put others into a trance. Kidnaps several invaders in a fugue state while trying to test his growing abilities

Over time, becomes incredibly powerful, and very arrogant and proud. Is impressed with himself and his efforts, and finally leaves his ship to make himself known

Breaks into the massive, very nearly takes it over and scares the bejeezus out of both the tallest, who have never heard of him before, and makes it clear he could very easily take their job and rule over all of irk if he wanted to

(he doesn't want to rule over irk, even though he can't stand the tallest and thinks they're childish and stupid. He just wants them to fear him and to give him the recognition he desires

Word catches round and he begins to receive hails from other irkens, and even other allied species, to take on jobs for them involving his hypnosis

Which are paid with hefty price tags

Becomes very rich and famous, changes his look to his classic long skirt and ribbed chest plate uniform, and outfits his PAK the way he likes it (he already had the robot arms but now he can have More robot arms)

Also acquires his faithful SIR unit, who he lovingly nicknames Lonny, who is the latest prototype of a new type of SIR unit which is powered by an old service drone's PAK who has long since died

The tallest finally call him for a mission. But not just any mission. They want him to find and trance ZIM... They want him out of the picture, never to call again, and never to return to Irk, and remain on silent exile on earth forever

Ren accepts, but only after draining them out of the largest amount of monies they're willing to part with for the job

Flies to earth, taking several months, and creates a base from his own ship, burying it mostly underground, and locating zim (which isn't hard)

After Lonny gathers intel about Zim while disguised as a little boy, discovers which school he attends to gather info himself, and Ren decides after a few days of perfecting his disguise, to masquerade as a substitute school teacher

It takes a lot of persuasion from Ms. Bitters (and a bit of an epic battle) to convince her to let Ren substitute for her while she takes her first vacation in probably Eons. In the end, they actually become pretty good friends with each other, and she finally concedes.

Ren is disguised as a human woman teacher, with her hair in a bun, and uses glasses which project human eyes onto their lenses, while his real eyes lay just underneath, in case he needs to use his hypnosis. His uniform does not change much, but becomes a dress instead of a two piece. Ms. Ren sort of gives the impression of a 1910's school teacher rather than a modern one.

By the first day of school for him, he had not seen Zim yet, and is prepared to seek him out through his disguise. When he sees him, and how noticable he is, thinks 'you have got to be kidding me.'

A week passes with Ren as teacher, and Zim is none the wiser, much to Ren's impatience. He finally calls him to stay after class and reveals himself in a dramatic display of power, shedding his disguise

Zim has never heard of Ren. This makes him even angrier.

It's a knock-out drag-out fight. Zim has a surprising amount of impressive weapons in his PAK, but Ren can teleport, and evades his attacks without a scratch. The classroom is a disaster afterward, and Ren finally captures him, after months of waiting, and holds Zim up to his eyes, waiting for him to melt into his grasp and submit.

Nothing happens.

Ren has a bit of a crisis. He doesn't understand why- has it stopped working? Is there something the matter with his eyes? What went wrong? Why doesn't Zim go into a trance?

While Ren panics, Zim slips out of his grasp, and flees the scene.

(I'll write down part 2 soon!)

[hummingzone]

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