The Gemini Myth
Chapter zero- Lost Fate
“Warning, warning. Experiment 1103 has escaped. I repeat: Experiment 1103 has escaped.” The computer repeated over and over again as the sirens went off, alerting all Irkens in the ship. The mere mention of this announcement would never arouse even the heaviest of sleepers if it was not for the addition of deafening thunder that seem to break eardrums and shake their inners. From that instants chaos ensued as smeets and armed Irken alike ran around in a confused frenzy blinded by fear and flashing red lights that bathed them. As the younger helpless generation ran as far as they could from the explosions at the center of their city, armed Irken security and invaders-in-training came swarming into the heart of the flames.
The once pristine Irken Laboratory lay before them in ruin. Bodies litter the floors of every room as fire began to devour their bodies and the lab equipment. It would not be long before everything in the lab department would be consumed by the greedy red flames. With this in mind, the Irkens swiftly stormed all the rooms that they could until they came to a halt at the last room. The scientists littered the doorway and the machines were covered with fire, and in the center of burning mass stood a small shrouded figure. The shifting lights revealed the posterior of an Irken smeet covered in soot casually watching metal melt and spark in protest.
One security guard marched through the entrance aiming his weapon at a suspicious figure. “Hey you, this place is off limits for smeets like you.” The smeet craned her head back to blankly stare at the crowded space behind her. The curious gleam shining off her silvery orbs disappeared to reveal the dark grey intent. She swung an oversized laser cannon twice her size with such diligence toward the doorway the guard was at a loss of words. “W--what are you doing?!” the guard shouted, falling backwards away from the charging death ray as shock overcame him and the other Irkens watched in awe. The smeet smirked as she pulled the trigger, a single blast of blue shimmering light evaporating the Irkens in a quick flash . With the exit cleared and powdered in black ashes, she dusted herself of the filth and went to work. Quickly gathering any necessary equipment and research documents in a file labeled “S. R. T” and “Page”, in a cardboard snack box on a portable food cart, hid the gun at the bottom and hurried out of there.
When she was a good distance away from the lab, the smeet crept behind the cart and pulled out the papers she found. The scraps were notes taken during her time as a captive test subject after that ‘incident’ had set every Irken off in a panic similar to today. The Irken’s teeth grinded as she skimmed over the results of her “glorious new life”:
_________________________________
...
Age: Five Earth years old
Birthplace: Planet Earth
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“...Irken of greater mental and physical endurance...survive through the painful process...obtained strong soldier of the Irken elite, Page...PAK...squishy thing, Sidney...theory...a new, improved Irken...reborn using the weak as hosts...possibly fatal...overwhelm...shows resistance against programming...DNA strands...unstable...ten percent chance. This experiment will change Irken history!!!”-Phin
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‘This is--useless!'Page snarled, tearing the evidence to shreds to scatter along the floor. ‘I hope he suffers a slow, painful death for this disgrace.’ With that calming thought, the little Irken rummaged in the food cart and found a cap with a snack logo and a stained uniform. Putting on her disguise, she shoved the cart down the hall plotting of a way to get her life back in track.
POV Page
After the sirens and fire were put out, Irkens abroad the Massive (the leading Irken vessel) went back to their duties, still aware of what happened a few hours ago. Those who were smeets and untrained soldiers were evacuated off the ship during the chaos. This forced smeet Page to sneak about in the vacant spaces and shadows around mess hall to evade suspicion. The noise in there consisted of stupid rumors of the ‘experiment.’
“I heard the creature was a ugly, little killing machine...”
“I bet the thing came from Planet Blorch!”
“It killed thirty-seven security guards and eleven to-be-Invaders already. It’s going to destroy the Massive next!” The Irkens elaborated from there.
In the mess hall, several photographic holograms of a 5'8 ft Irken with grey colorless eyes that read "MISSING" hovered along the ceiling. Irken usually don't care much for each other unlike they were of great status and height, like the Tallest (their Irken leaders) . Page didn't know what to think; People here usually lose interest with missing Irkens despite rank, especially after a month.
As a member of the Planetary Conversion Team and being one foot shorter than the Tallest, Page was one of few female Irkens. She was revered for her leadership and efficiency as an Irken Elite. Her comrades respected Page not only for her height, but for single-handedly orchestrating the Tallest's Operation of Impending Doom II. The Tallest had offered her a promotion as an Invader but she refused. Page had no desire of promoting, even though she was up to the challenge. The fate of the last Invaders left her with a bad impression, that becoming an Invader would mean an end to her comfortable life she was not willing to risk. Page cursed the people that took all that away from her. The cart came to a sudden halt, and peering around the side she spotted hovering feet connected to a long purple garment. Her heart fell to her squeedly spooch. ‘Oh crap…’
“Why hello, what do we have here?” Tallest Purple cooed six feet over her still-shock person, her cap shadowed her face and she refused to look at him directly. age had stumbled into the Control Room instead of the elevator. She forgotten to look over tall cart in front of her to see her next turn. This was the last place she wanted to be. It took all she could to not swear or show any signs of distress.
‘Curse this pitifully small shell...’ Page flinched as a long, pointed digit tapped the top of her cap. She gazed past the bill just enough see to the equally tall Tallest Red hovering in front of her who and he, unlike his co-ruler, didn’t seem too happy to see her baby face. In fact, he appeared to be extremely crossed already. Lucky her.
“Hey kid, didn’t you hear the sirens go off? Military training started on the evacuation ships hours ago!” His piercing red eyes leered over the food cart and smeet suspiciously. Calmly she bowed her head in a respectful matter to her tallest while gray orbs stared at the ground searching for the words that wouldn’t upset her leader further.
“My Tallest I-” she paused, as her own high pitched voice causing her to cringe. ‘Great, not only do I possess a body of a newborn, but I sound like one too. Wait...’ Her hands intertwined behind her back as Page stood straight and beamed a sweet-hearted grin.
“I’m just doing what I’m told. Taco?” A bundle of tacos were pulled from inside the food cart and held them out to the Tallest.
“TACOS!!!” Tallest Purple exclaimed as he pushed Red out of the way to swiped the tacos into his arms and chomped down on them. Within the huge dome room, a staff member announced from the far front panel an incoming transmission from the research facility sector. Tallest Red groaned as he picked himself off the floor before the humongous screen switched on with Tallest Purple close behind.
“My Tallest, we have, uh, a small problem.” It was one of the younger scientists from the burnt up laboratory, he struggled to stand and his skin was scorched in patches. Page held back the urge to chuckle and shake her head. ‘Oh what a horrible fate you have concocted for yourself.’
“What is it now? If its another chemical fire...” Tallest Red replied with a stern tone. As their conversation carried on, she scanned the around and found the Tallests' emergency escape pod. Quietly while the ignorant scientist engrossed everyone with his attempt to explain what had happened, she grabbed the cart and headed towards the pod, ignoring the gasps and shouts that followed.
"EW, seriousl--" Tallest Purple let out a dry that led to a dry heaving fit. He assumingly hit the floor coughing as his co-ruler seemed to go off the rail, screaming with a fury Page had never witnessed before from the cool headed of the two rulers. She forced herself to work faster on the security lock on the escape pod, determined to leave Tallest Red’s presence. His every word caused her antennae to twitch.
“WHAT!? How dare you perform unauthorized experiments on OUR squish specimen, steal and sabotage an Irken Empire issued PAK off our OWN kind! You and everyone involved WILL be reported to the Control Brains and be executed for such treachery!!!”
The doors of the pod finally opened and she slipped inside closed, quickly shutting out the ruckus that filled the Control Room. Once the engine started running, the mini ship was dispatched into space, now rocketing miles away from the Massive and everything else. Page relieved she managed to survived that bundler so easily, leaned back in the driver’s seat and exhaled. If the scientist hadn't reported in like he did, she probably wouldn't have made it out of there. Pushing the food cart for room, big almond saucers thoughtfully took in the sight of the Irken mothership slowly fading among the vast black void of stars.
'I can’t stay with the Armada; they’ll shame me for life and strip me of my title after seeing me like this…” she twisted her arm around her side to feel the shallow circular dents along the spine, scars from before Page’s last conscious memory where the crude scientists tore her PAK, a high tech backpack-like device every Irken is ultimately dependent on. Even months later, that memory of her anguish was still very fresh in mind when she woken. The flashbacks of her torment actually drove her to her explosive outbreak in the laboratory as she presumed her life was soon coming to an end. Yet nothing close to no signs of death have shown since the fatal removal of her PAK while her feeble body should have been rendered non-functional and have withered away in ten minutes without it. The idea of an Irken existing without having their issued PAK attached secure onto their person is unthinkably frightening and mind-boggling, it left Page shaking in the unknown possibilities that laid before her. Most of which she wouldn’t have dared pursued if it weren’t for these abnormal conditions she had to deal with.
‘Well, I guess I have no choice then.' With a heavy sigh, the Page skimmed through the box in the cart and uncovered the strange alien’s file “S.R.T” and her own file “PAGE” that she put off to side to read later. Identifying the thing's name and its home world, the smeet punched in the coordination of the general area the file presumed it came from and sent the volt shooter to full speed. It was fortunate for this Irken to have snagged one of the Armada's fastest ships or her little body wouldn't be able to survive the long ride unprepared. On the way, Page focused on her plan to sustaining a living on an unfamiliar planet (solely based on secondhand Invader knowledge) for however long it will take to get herself back to normal, to some extent.
With the ship set to auto drive, Page dumped the box of gadgets and spare parts salvaged onto the ground and gingerly picked up an oval shaped device with three purple dots on it. The PAK’s two metal cords dangled limply from the back, abused but still sparked with life.
Tiny thumbs traced its sides as she stared silently at her once secured life line and one weakness that she has now became detached from, along with all ties to the Irken fleet. She clutched a hand to her chest to try to rid herself of the pressure built up inside, the uncertainty of her future and astonishment of the impossible affected her breathing. Nothing like this has never happened to anybody on Irk and yet here she is, alive to tell the tale. A tale possibly that could possibly kill her if the Control Brains get word of it. An Irken without a PAK might as well be dead if they have no way to control and monitor them. A hand pressed against her back where two scars dot along her spine as the reality seemed too surreal for her mind to grasp. This shouldn’t BE possible.
'How is it--what did they do to me?'
Chapter zero- Lost Fate
“Warning, warning. Experiment 1103 has escaped. I repeat: Experiment 1103 has escaped.” The computer repeated over and over again as the sirens went off, alerting all Irkens in the ship. The mere mention of this announcement would never arouse even the heaviest of sleepers if it was not for the addition of deafening thunder that seem to break eardrums and shake their inners. From that instants chaos ensued as smeets and armed Irken alike ran around in a confused frenzy blinded by fear and flashing red lights that bathed them. As the younger helpless generation ran as far as they could from the explosions at the center of their city, armed Irken security and invaders-in-training came swarming into the heart of the flames.
The once pristine Irken Laboratory lay before them in ruin. Bodies litter the floors of every room as fire began to devour their bodies and the lab equipment. It would not be long before everything in the lab department would be consumed by the greedy red flames. With this in mind, the Irkens swiftly stormed all the rooms that they could until they came to a halt at the last room. The scientists littered the doorway and the machines were covered with fire, and in the center of burning mass stood a small shrouded figure. The shifting lights revealed the posterior of an Irken smeet covered in soot casually watching metal melt and spark in protest.
One security guard marched through the entrance aiming his weapon at a suspicious figure. “Hey you, this place is off limits for smeets like you.” The smeet craned her head back to blankly stare at the crowded space behind her. The curious gleam shining off her silvery orbs disappeared to reveal the dark grey intent. She swung an oversized laser cannon twice her size with such diligence toward the doorway the guard was at a loss of words. “W--what are you doing?!” the guard shouted, falling backwards away from the charging death ray as shock overcame him and the other Irkens watched in awe. The smeet smirked as she pulled the trigger, a single blast of blue shimmering light evaporating the Irkens in a quick flash . With the exit cleared and powdered in black ashes, she dusted herself of the filth and went to work. Quickly gathering any necessary equipment and research documents in a file labeled “S. R. T” and “Page”, in a cardboard snack box on a portable food cart, hid the gun at the bottom and hurried out of there.
When she was a good distance away from the lab, the smeet crept behind the cart and pulled out the papers she found. The scraps were notes taken during her time as a captive test subject after that ‘incident’ had set every Irken off in a panic similar to today. The Irken’s teeth grinded as she skimmed over the results of her “glorious new life”:
_________________________________
...
Age: Five Earth years old
Birthplace: Planet Earth
____
“...Irken of greater mental and physical endurance...survive through the painful process...obtained strong soldier of the Irken elite, Page...PAK...squishy thing, Sidney...theory...a new, improved Irken...reborn using the weak as hosts...possibly fatal...overwhelm...shows resistance against programming...DNA strands...unstable...ten percent chance. This experiment will change Irken history!!!”-Phin
____
‘This is--useless!'Page snarled, tearing the evidence to shreds to scatter along the floor. ‘I hope he suffers a slow, painful death for this disgrace.’ With that calming thought, the little Irken rummaged in the food cart and found a cap with a snack logo and a stained uniform. Putting on her disguise, she shoved the cart down the hall plotting of a way to get her life back in track.
POV Page
After the sirens and fire were put out, Irkens abroad the Massive (the leading Irken vessel) went back to their duties, still aware of what happened a few hours ago. Those who were smeets and untrained soldiers were evacuated off the ship during the chaos. This forced smeet Page to sneak about in the vacant spaces and shadows around mess hall to evade suspicion. The noise in there consisted of stupid rumors of the ‘experiment.’
“I heard the creature was a ugly, little killing machine...”
“I bet the thing came from Planet Blorch!”
“It killed thirty-seven security guards and eleven to-be-Invaders already. It’s going to destroy the Massive next!” The Irkens elaborated from there.
In the mess hall, several photographic holograms of a 5'8 ft Irken with grey colorless eyes that read "MISSING" hovered along the ceiling. Irken usually don't care much for each other unlike they were of great status and height, like the Tallest (their Irken leaders) . Page didn't know what to think; People here usually lose interest with missing Irkens despite rank, especially after a month.
As a member of the Planetary Conversion Team and being one foot shorter than the Tallest, Page was one of few female Irkens. She was revered for her leadership and efficiency as an Irken Elite. Her comrades respected Page not only for her height, but for single-handedly orchestrating the Tallest's Operation of Impending Doom II. The Tallest had offered her a promotion as an Invader but she refused. Page had no desire of promoting, even though she was up to the challenge. The fate of the last Invaders left her with a bad impression, that becoming an Invader would mean an end to her comfortable life she was not willing to risk. Page cursed the people that took all that away from her. The cart came to a sudden halt, and peering around the side she spotted hovering feet connected to a long purple garment. Her heart fell to her squeedly spooch. ‘Oh crap…’
“Why hello, what do we have here?” Tallest Purple cooed six feet over her still-shock person, her cap shadowed her face and she refused to look at him directly. age had stumbled into the Control Room instead of the elevator. She forgotten to look over tall cart in front of her to see her next turn. This was the last place she wanted to be. It took all she could to not swear or show any signs of distress.
‘Curse this pitifully small shell...’ Page flinched as a long, pointed digit tapped the top of her cap. She gazed past the bill just enough see to the equally tall Tallest Red hovering in front of her who and he, unlike his co-ruler, didn’t seem too happy to see her baby face. In fact, he appeared to be extremely crossed already. Lucky her.
“Hey kid, didn’t you hear the sirens go off? Military training started on the evacuation ships hours ago!” His piercing red eyes leered over the food cart and smeet suspiciously. Calmly she bowed her head in a respectful matter to her tallest while gray orbs stared at the ground searching for the words that wouldn’t upset her leader further.
“My Tallest I-” she paused, as her own high pitched voice causing her to cringe. ‘Great, not only do I possess a body of a newborn, but I sound like one too. Wait...’ Her hands intertwined behind her back as Page stood straight and beamed a sweet-hearted grin.
“I’m just doing what I’m told. Taco?” A bundle of tacos were pulled from inside the food cart and held them out to the Tallest.
“TACOS!!!” Tallest Purple exclaimed as he pushed Red out of the way to swiped the tacos into his arms and chomped down on them. Within the huge dome room, a staff member announced from the far front panel an incoming transmission from the research facility sector. Tallest Red groaned as he picked himself off the floor before the humongous screen switched on with Tallest Purple close behind.
“My Tallest, we have, uh, a small problem.” It was one of the younger scientists from the burnt up laboratory, he struggled to stand and his skin was scorched in patches. Page held back the urge to chuckle and shake her head. ‘Oh what a horrible fate you have concocted for yourself.’
“What is it now? If its another chemical fire...” Tallest Red replied with a stern tone. As their conversation carried on, she scanned the around and found the Tallests' emergency escape pod. Quietly while the ignorant scientist engrossed everyone with his attempt to explain what had happened, she grabbed the cart and headed towards the pod, ignoring the gasps and shouts that followed.
"EW, seriousl--" Tallest Purple let out a dry that led to a dry heaving fit. He assumingly hit the floor coughing as his co-ruler seemed to go off the rail, screaming with a fury Page had never witnessed before from the cool headed of the two rulers. She forced herself to work faster on the security lock on the escape pod, determined to leave Tallest Red’s presence. His every word caused her antennae to twitch.
“WHAT!? How dare you perform unauthorized experiments on OUR squish specimen, steal and sabotage an Irken Empire issued PAK off our OWN kind! You and everyone involved WILL be reported to the Control Brains and be executed for such treachery!!!”
The doors of the pod finally opened and she slipped inside closed, quickly shutting out the ruckus that filled the Control Room. Once the engine started running, the mini ship was dispatched into space, now rocketing miles away from the Massive and everything else. Page relieved she managed to survived that bundler so easily, leaned back in the driver’s seat and exhaled. If the scientist hadn't reported in like he did, she probably wouldn't have made it out of there. Pushing the food cart for room, big almond saucers thoughtfully took in the sight of the Irken mothership slowly fading among the vast black void of stars.
'I can’t stay with the Armada; they’ll shame me for life and strip me of my title after seeing me like this…” she twisted her arm around her side to feel the shallow circular dents along the spine, scars from before Page’s last conscious memory where the crude scientists tore her PAK, a high tech backpack-like device every Irken is ultimately dependent on. Even months later, that memory of her anguish was still very fresh in mind when she woken. The flashbacks of her torment actually drove her to her explosive outbreak in the laboratory as she presumed her life was soon coming to an end. Yet nothing close to no signs of death have shown since the fatal removal of her PAK while her feeble body should have been rendered non-functional and have withered away in ten minutes without it. The idea of an Irken existing without having their issued PAK attached secure onto their person is unthinkably frightening and mind-boggling, it left Page shaking in the unknown possibilities that laid before her. Most of which she wouldn’t have dared pursued if it weren’t for these abnormal conditions she had to deal with.
‘Well, I guess I have no choice then.' With a heavy sigh, the Page skimmed through the box in the cart and uncovered the strange alien’s file “S.R.T” and her own file “PAGE” that she put off to side to read later. Identifying the thing's name and its home world, the smeet punched in the coordination of the general area the file presumed it came from and sent the volt shooter to full speed. It was fortunate for this Irken to have snagged one of the Armada's fastest ships or her little body wouldn't be able to survive the long ride unprepared. On the way, Page focused on her plan to sustaining a living on an unfamiliar planet (solely based on secondhand Invader knowledge) for however long it will take to get herself back to normal, to some extent.
With the ship set to auto drive, Page dumped the box of gadgets and spare parts salvaged onto the ground and gingerly picked up an oval shaped device with three purple dots on it. The PAK’s two metal cords dangled limply from the back, abused but still sparked with life.
Tiny thumbs traced its sides as she stared silently at her once secured life line and one weakness that she has now became detached from, along with all ties to the Irken fleet. She clutched a hand to her chest to try to rid herself of the pressure built up inside, the uncertainty of her future and astonishment of the impossible affected her breathing. Nothing like this has never happened to anybody on Irk and yet here she is, alive to tell the tale. A tale possibly that could possibly kill her if the Control Brains get word of it. An Irken without a PAK might as well be dead if they have no way to control and monitor them. A hand pressed against her back where two scars dot along her spine as the reality seemed too surreal for her mind to grasp. This shouldn’t BE possible.
'How is it--what did they do to me?'
(as we all know i John landed on earth and came to take over the world i can take over bodies and walk though walls and go in to the realm of shadows this is going to be fun log out)[b] As i walk to school i noticed some irkens walking to my teeth extend and bout to attack then i see some things looking at me don't know what they are but look tasty looking at how health they are. Then i look back to the irkens then i ask,"what's is you name ," i asked them both.???1 said,"invader Zim and you better learn it ok," "and yours my dale," "ahh my name is invader Cynder," "thank you for your time" Then as soon as i walk a way a Lightopian rubs angst me, "whats your name," it said,"kat""and you are dead," "that's right prince John of the vampires i think i know you."
To be continued.... and you got to lessen to this link really.
To be continued.... and you got to lessen to this link really.