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They Shall Rise Again	By : LoneDragon Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2252 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They Shall Rise Again - Prologue

It’s the Irkin Empire as you’ve never seen it before… On its knee’s.

A collaboration between Kitsune-Ryu and LoneHowler

The crowd gathered and shifted restlessly as it waited to be addressed, almost a living organism, a mass of bodies pressed tightly together.

Cheers rose into the air when first one figure, then another, appeared onto the podium, and silence fell again as the shorter figure began to speak. As the speaker addressed the crowd, a single lone body displaced itself from the mass, stepping away from the edge of the mass of bodies, and moved into a building; ducking into the doorway after flashing a pass at the guard.

“Not even gunna take five minutes to celebrate, eh doc?” The guard asked briskly and Kaltain shook his head “No rest for the gifted… Today may be the official unveiling but there is still a lot of work to be finished before the hatcheries are actually functional” he explained and continued on his way down hushed polished hallways.

Furtively he glanced over his shoulder before keying the code into a small number pad by a door, and sliding his hand into the scanner. The door gave way to his passage with a soft hiss as the airtight seal unlocked.

Slowly he continued his descent into the bowels of the complex, passing through one security gate after another. Finally he passed through one last doorway and into a well lit but small lab room.

Another sat hunched over a small glowing screen and he stepped up behind the lone occupant of the well secured room.

“Is it ready?” he asked in a hushed tone and the other nodded “I’ve set the code in place, now we just need to record our message… our note to the future... and hope that its enough.”

Kaltain leaned over his shoulder, looking at the scrolling lines of code.

“To think… the future of our entire species now rests in secret… right here… How did we let it get so far out of control? How could we not have seen his insanity sooner?” he sighed. “Duuva… what if this doesn’t work?”

Duuva sat up and reached back, pulling Kaltain’s thin body against him “This is all we can do… if we try to make things public…” he sighed “He has the popular support of the people, and that of the government. We would be executed and then there would be no hope… it would be too late, all too soon.”

“How do we know it won’t already be? You saw the design for the control device... that… ‘pak’ thing… How do we even know that in the future our descendents… well, the Irikin and Kirikin descendants, will have enough free will to do what must be done?”

“You have to have faith, my love. Besides… do you truly believe that his ‘smeet factories’ will completely eliminate the entire Illenya race? I doubt it. You are the foundation of our species, even his perfect amalgam of the races won’t breed true for long, not without Illenya to keep the blood pure.”

He shook his head. “That’s what worries me… without Illenya it won’t be long before his amalgam, his… ‘Irkins’ are breeding more defective smeets than healthy… Insanity, shortness, physical deformation... just watch, they will increase with every generation, and soon we won’t even recognize ourselves!”

Duuva petted the other’s long smooth antennae “Relax, we need to make the recording now, and hide the protocol in the code, and go to the parties and go to work and pretend that everything is ok.” He said as he started to cue up the camera.

Kaltain sighed and leaned on his shoulder, looking at the cameras “I really hope you know what you’re doing…”

Duuva waved the concern away and gave the camera a grim look at the light came on and the recording started. He began to speak the words they had memorized together over the last few days as they scrambled to set their plan in motion without being discovered.

“If you are watching this, I can only hope that things have remained stable enough that you recognize what it is that you are seeing. If not… then this may be our only hope, as a species, to continue on. My name is unimportant, I am a technician on the smeetery cloning centers project. I work under Doctor Chiluk, whom I am fairly certain will be known as a hero to history, the man who invented the smeet cloning process and ‘freed’ our people to focus on galactic conquest without minor concerns such as raising children, to hinder us.

Perhaps he is even known at your time for uniting a divided people, mixing the biology of the Irkin and Kirikin and Illenya into a single perfect race, the Irkin. If that is something you know him by, it is a lie. For one, the Illenya were never included in the genetic mixing, if they had been their biology would have superseded that of the Irikin and Kirikin breeds, for it is from the Illenya that we are all descended.

‘I don’t know how much, if any, of that part of our history that you know, more detailed accounts are being hidden by counterparts of mine in other programs, in other places, not even I know where. But I shall be brief in the chance that this is the only such message discovered. The Illenya were first, they are the progenitors of our species and the Irikin and Kirikin descended from them after crossbreeding with two other races in our star system, the Ikios, and Krikon.

Doctor Chiluk is part of a majority that believes that the Illenya are inferior to their descendant races, and unworthy of being among us, he seeks to eliminate them by controlling what genetic traits are bred into the newest generations of smeets that will be created by his smeeteries. I and my counterparts fear the results of this. We believe that without the Illenya among us, not only will we forget ourselves, but our blood will weaken. Birth defects such as insanity, misshapenness, ill health, and shortness will continue to proliferate until his ‘master race’ of Irkins are small, and weak.

He seeks to control his creation with an invention he calls a pak, I have no doubt that in the future pak’s will be used to augment the failing bodies of our people, but right now their main purpose is to inhibit free thought and action.

I have created an ‘emergency protocol’ that will take effect should any great tragedy ever strike our future populace. In the confusion following any such disaster, I have built a program that will use Doctor Chiluk’s prized creation against its intended purpose, and rather than creating continued generations of genetically recombined ‘irkins’ it will flush its own system and grow exact clone replica smeets of an entire generation of Illenya who have volunteered their biology for this undertaking. They will be cloned from genetic material, so there will be no memories of this time, they will be new individuals born to carry the hope that one day our people will be whole again.

I don’t know what the government will do when this happens. I don’t know how the people will react, or how the Illenya will be treated. I hope that when that happens, Illenya will still be among our people already, that we will still know ourselves well enough to see this gift as it is. I fear that we won’t.

I ask that those who find this, if they find it, will take on the task of protecting and returning our progenitors to their glory. As I look outside I see our people welcoming with open arms an invention that will destroy us slowly, and I hope this is not the end. I hope with all my heart this message will be found, action will be taken, and our people will be strong and proud once more.”

The words of the past died out into silence in the darkened office, countless light years from where they had been recorded, and countless generation from when.

Nayn leaned over the shoulder of his owner, the great General Pax, third in line to the title of Tallest, one of the first true ‘tallers’ to be born following the wake of the great plague that had reduced the Irkin race to a mere 8% of its original population. The much shorter breeder reached past his tall, lean companion and flipped off the video player.

“How many times must you play that? I swear I could repeat the entire thing in my sleep!”

Pax sighed and steeple his fingers “I find it important to remember why and what we are fighting for.”

“And I find it important for you to get some actual sleep” Nayn chided as he slid the data stick into the backside of one of three thin gold spacer bars on the intricate golden chain collar that marked him as the pet of the great general, and as such, the most important slave in the Irkin empire, and oxymoron that amused him to no small amount.

Hooking the collar back in place he tugged on his owner’s shoulder “Come on… if we get to sleep right now we just might be able to get a whole four hours of rest before someone comes banging at the door with some new emergency for you to fix.

With a sigh Pax stood to his full height of just past seven feet, towering above his five foot four inch mate. “All right, all right… lets go sleep… Kalek’s ship will be getting a whole new flock of commander trainee’s tomorrow… I’m sure he’ll have us up half the night going over the details of every one of them.”

Nayn nodded and turned back the sheets of the bed “Good, he should call his parents more often”

“Hush love, we shouldn’t speak so freely of it.”

The room darkened and one tall frame curled protectively around the smaller as sleep came, gladly welcomed.
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They Shall Rise Again