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Tales Of The Cosmic Force: The Emperor's Return	By : xXDasXGoochXx Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 1354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4
Irken Republic Administration of Science and Medicine
2245 BRM, -5IE
Irken Republic Homeworld Irk, Bio-Engineering Research Facility
They walked in silence, long strides born from training. The two were donned in ceremonial dress consisting of the white, purple and reds of the Irken Republic Naval Defence Force, their shiny, ceremonial, Electrum lightsabers clasped at their belts signifying them further as high ranking Irken Jedi. They remained silent, only speaking to acknowledge underlings or scientist who found themselves nearly overwhelmed in the presence of two of the most powerful Irkens in the whole of the republic.
While a republic, Irken society was that of a militarily influenced political system where Admirals and commanders were seen in high regards and often became faction leaders who would then go on to become supreme chancellor. Mau ze Veine was one said faction leader. Commanding the Tyrannus; a Super Cosmic Destroyer S-class. One of the, if not, most powerful ship within the Republic Navy. To command such a ship spoke of the skill, success, and influence that Mau Ze Veine held. With each conflict that spilt the blood of more Irkens, whether it be separatist, Or border conflict with the Vortians. His influence as the main voice against the senseless violence grew. His popularity was at such levels that he, one of the most powerful Irken Jedi in recorded history along with his second-in-command, Min Ze Daro, a powerful Jedi herself were chosen as the first genetic samples to be placed in the recently voted and approved cloning facilities. Said cloning was an attempt to battle the extreme drop in population and birth rates due to the constant loss of life that near constant war over the span of years could cause.
Mau mused as they swept past security and the reporters. In some ways that would make them Bondmates. Not that Mau would ever admit to such things as it went against their training. Such connections that were not carefully managed would lead to the eventual fall of said force user to the darkside. One not powerful enough to control the dark would be driven insane. Such events only lead to further loss of life. Mau himself had put down dozens of out of control Irken Force Adepts who broke the strict Code.
Mau, with his first hand experience against darkside users, was heavily invested in the studying of darkside artifacts. In the past year he had discovered a holocron of a long extinct species known as the Sith. Irken History Databanks had a minimal amount of information on the species. They had gone extinct due to their own infighting as well as their unmitigated use of the dark side of the force. The species had been naturally aligned with the dark side of the force. Their own ancient form of force users were able to use the chaotic energy without the danger of losing their minds. Irkens, similar to the Sith, were closely aligned with the dark side. However Irkens were more prone to insanity. Hence the Code. All Irken Force Sensitives were, by law, taken at a young age and placed into the Irken Jedi Military Institute to be trained and disciplined in controlling the force. Those who showed exceptional potential were fast tracked through the Navy as future military Elites.
Mau, had in secret, purposefully slipped briefly into the Dark Side as were the prerequisites of activating the holocron. The knowledge released was worth his near dip into madness. Only his exceptional control allowed him to pull himself from the precipice and return to proper balance. He had needed hours of meditation to dispel the hatred that had so easily been dragged from where he had buried it beneath the icy coldness of his indifference. The Dark side seemed to gourge itself on negative emotions. Whispering promises of power in exchange. He doubted it would take him long to master the dark side enough for him to begin understanding the holocron.
For now he would revel in the pride of this honour, Truthfully, he couldn't have picked a better match. Mau glanced towards his second in command as he felt her pick up on his thoughts. A rare smile graced her normally calm features. Her rare, Yellow-Green eyes were opened a fraction from their normal pronounced squint as they locked with Aniline Purple. She agreed.
Mau decided then that once he was powerful enough to completely decipher the holocron, he would teach her all he discovered. For only she would never betray him. He trusted her fully.
- Current Time, Location: Irken Imperial Space, Irken Industrial Moon, Koso 3
Aniline purple glared smoldering holes into the filthy hull of a voot cruiser she was currently being forced to repair.
Tak, Disgraced Failed Invader and currently Repair Drone 23-B79FC, could honestly say her life was a complete and utter failure. Her! Tak! Her purple eyes were a sign of pure blood! Only those born with Purple, Yellow or Green eyes were supposed descendants of the First's. The Firsts being the very first Irkens chosen for their genetic code to be used in the first clonings over 2000 years ago. Only a handful in the entire empire had her same eyes. Her pride had been built upon the fact. It had been what got her through the horrors of Elite Program. Her pride had been the only thing she had. She had not been cloned using the genetic samples of a higher class Irken. Nor had she been birthed from the special genetic pool that guaranteed one to be tallest. No. she had been made with "Garbage Materials" meaning that she had been the final smeet hatched before the material was to be taken out of circulation. In Irken social hierarchy, that put her near the bottom. No matter how tall she got she would always be garbage in their eyes. Which was why she had begged for the opportunity to prove herself and fulfill her destiny as a descendant of the Firsts! When she had failed it had hurt. They had barred her from ever setting foot on a military vessel again. Adding insult to injury, they had publicly humiliated her by assigning her drone status. No one who could test into the Elite Program had ever been demoted to a Service drone before Zim. Now she was the second. Her pride was at an all time low, which only proved to feed her anger. As her vision blurred she was quick to wipe away any trace of tears. He antennae lay flat as the cycle of humiliation set in. To add to matters she was defective. A punishment that guaranteed death if discovered.
Even now, she wore her PAK only to keep up appearances. She had discovered after being publicly mocked on live broadcast throughout the entire Empire her failure and subsequent demotion to Repair Drone. Removing her Pak did not kill her as she hoped. No, instead now she was a Failure Defective too cowardly to give up and accept her death for the "Good of the Empire."
Deciding that wallowing in her own self pity would only fuel her growing Spice* problem, Tak called it a day and headed to the tiny hovel she called home. Said "home" was located in the Lower Districts of The Irken Industrial Housing. Just slightly below the toxic clouds that over pollution had wrought on the once green moon that had been terraformed into a moon wide factory and repair hub for Irken ships. Just another travesty brought on by the Empire hundreds of years ago.
As She keyed in the code to her shack and entered she stiffened, her body freezing as Something reverberated Somewhere. A powerful feeling she had never experienced before but felt as if it had been with her her whole existence. Her anger and frustration faded as the power echoed again.
She felt a rush of something and coudln't help smiling genuinley for the first time, closing her eyes and reveling in the addictive feeling. It was like smoking two whole packs of Spice back to back all at once.
Tak opened her eyes and gaped as anything not bolted down was currently floating about around her in a slow orbit. Her shock at the occurrence disrupted her connection causing all the floating objects to fall a cacophony of noise.
Oh no…
Tak was very aware of the law forbidding any Irken from using the cosmic power that was in all living beings. Such was the law enforced that outside of the empire, It was thought that Irkens were bereft of the force. This had made subjegating the star systems that made up the Irken Empire difficult as even the least trained force adept armed with a weapon was worth ten of their grunts.
The penalty for harbouring or being Force Sensitive in the Irken Empire was death. To be force sensitive was to go against the very Irken race.
Tak needed to leave….Now.
It was fairly simple to steal a small freighter. Escaping the planetary security was not. She had to use every ounce of her piloting skills to out maneuver the pursuing Imperial Security Force. She had barely managed to make the jump to hyperspace just as a Cosmic Destroyer B-class had turned its powerful gravity wells against her.
Yet she had made it. Before today she would have pegged it down to luck and her skill but now…
She, like many Irkens believed in the force. Had seen it in action by other empires or republics throughout the galaxy. The Force was guiding her. It filled her with purpose.
She found herself grimacing as she punched in the coordinates she had memorized every day while planning her revenge. She just knew whatever it was had something to do with Zim.
XDXGX
Irken Imperial Space, Irken Homeworld, Inquisitorial Headquarters
Within the massive building that was Inquisitorial Headquarters was a single room at the lowest underground level thats existence was known to only a select few people. The current ruling Tallest, and the only permitted Irken Force Users in the galaxy.
Three pale irkens clothed in dark robes with white masks bereft of eyeholes sat cross legged in a circle. A sphere made up of an unknown substance hovered suspended between the three, dull and opaque in colour.
The smallest of three three stiffened before turning their head to the left and up, as if listening to something. The other two both looked towards whatever the first had sensed a moment before the sphere lit up spectacularly in a myriad of colours. The Three masked irkens shared a look. No words necessary as their Force Sense allowed them to communicate with force alone.
A moment later a large monitor screen appeared on the wall, the Irken symbol spinning proudly for a moment before being replaced by the image of three robed Irkens marred in shadows that obscured their faces but revealed glowing eyes of Red, Green, and Purple.
"There has been an awakening."
XDXGX
Both Dib and Gaz sat silently on the couch in their large living room as they both digested the overflow of information. Mau, as he had told them, was a 2000 plus year old founder of the Irken Empire who shared a mystic unbelievable power that He, Gaz and Zim now shared.
He had spoken of his story. Of how he had founded the empire after toppling the highly corrupt and useless Republic Senate that had allowed countless separatist uprisings to occur at the cost of millions of lives that necessitated cloning and the usage of PAKs to ensure the survival of their species. He had spoken of creating the empire to bring order and peace to the Irken people. Of how the rebellion had sprung to restore the useless senate. And lastly of how at the cusp of victory against the rebels he had been betrayed by his own second in command who had, out of fear altered the PAK to suppress the midichlorians that were rampant within every living thing. This suppressed force sensitivity. And with the ultimate power as Empress she went so far as to re-write history, removing any trace of his existence.
After his story, he offered to teach them the ways of the force. How to control the power and become more powerful than either of them could imagine. He also emphasized that no one else in the star system could teach them their born gift.
Dib, his mind sharp and calculating spotted the problem. Why would he teach them? What did he have to earn from them.
Gaz had seemed to agree with him, her pronounced squint gone as exhausted and unshielded..vulnerable yet determined amber eyes remained glued on the Human possessed by an ancient Force Spirit.
Zim had chimed in at this.
"What makes you think you're important enough to know, Dib-Filth?"
Dib had merely sent him an annoyed glance.
"Important enough to offer training when i didn't ask."
Zim had looked ready to fight at that, only stopping from rising by the mere sensation as Mau unmasked his aura.
"It's a fair enough question."
He had spoken, a large grin marked his face, teeth tinged pink from the blood that had been bubbling up only half an hour before.
"I propose a question for your question."
"Ok…"
"Is it wrong to try to saves one's people? To save the entire species from extinction? Do you know what it's like to be betrayed by the very people you swore to protect?"
Dib had narrowed his eyes at that. The question hitting too close to home.
"Yes."
With one word Dib saw the understanding in the sulfuric yellow eyes.
"I wish to train you and Zim as you are the very first Force Sensitive humans in the known universe. As well as the first Force Sensitive Irken in most likely a thousand years."
The smiled disappeared in an instant replaced by something Dib and Gaz knew too well. Absolute Hate.
"Then I will have my revenge."
After that the two had been told to sleep on it and return in the morning with their answer. The two had nodded together and left. Both returning to the always empty home in silence.
Dib was surprised when Gaz was the first to speak. Her voice hoarse.
"Dib. He's hiding something….Not telling us something. I can feel it."
Dib's lips thinned at this.
"The Force told you this?"
She shook her head. Amber eyes hard.
"I don't think so. But at the same time….I really don't care. I'm going to learn everything I can from him."
Dib frowned at that. He could feel her excitement and utter lack of worry.
"Then what, Gaz?"
Dib, so focused on Gaz, unintentionally slipped past her shields with nothing but a glance.
'Them I'll make...Father... look at me….'
Gaz clenched her teeth and stood abruptly. Hot anger filling her, threatening to send her slipping back into the dark side. Her amber eyes already began to turn red at the edges.
"I don't care."
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