|A War to Remember
Author: tisvana18 PM
4 Invader Trainees, one Elite guard, two failed Invaders, and the War of a millenium, Old rivals must tie loose ends and work together if they wish to survive the Universe's worst war, and tame the one brewing inside: Themselves. ZaTrRated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Zim & Tak - Chapters: 4 - Words: 9,292 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 09-16-09 - Published: 07-03-09 - id: 5188523
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Okay try four for Chapter 4. This chapter is to be stunning, amazing and IZ Emmy's! Worth. No it shouldn't be in there, I've already got the nominations… (Evil grin) Some of them might surprise you…
Well this is a shocking chapter as I bring 8 yes EIGHT more characters into the story, only it's up to you to decide whether they're protagonists or antagonists. I'm not going back to the main characters (Zim and Tak's POV) until the entire bridge of Veronica is gone and passed.
BTW, I'm having a song for this chapter
Tis': Herbert the Pervert, by Infected Mushrooms (In their album Legend of the Black Shawarma)
Read and Review and be awed. Yes the fact it says Queen should give away who it is.
Parliament Du' Resistance
Queen of the Parliament
"Alright today we bring this meeting to order, roll call." Lard Nar called out into the huge atrium. I shot up glaring at him for doing such a stupid task, we all know who's here.
"Renea?" The young Green and Blue eyed Irken shot up her hand, I sighed. She was Russian, stocky, and always had a lit cigarette in her mouth, already hard at work at another useless machine that I could out-do any day.
"Ansena Dawn?" He asked. Of course she was here, she was his wife. Ansena was extremely thin, I could count her ribs from across the atrium, and she was an absolute bitch to be around, believing she knew everything about Irk. Only useful as long as the Massive was around.
"Mal? Hally?" Lard Nar called out. They raised their hands, trying to outdo each other. They were close, and our only useful weapons. They were always trying to be better than everyone else, which made them an impressive duo; able to clear a room within seconds.
"Schloontapooxis?" He asked. I sighed, he was of no use. The only reason he was here was because he was part of the original Resisty, past that he was a lump.
"Tisvana?" Lard Nar asked. The woman to my right stood up, tall and proud. As far as any of us were concerned, she was the only useful one by herself. She had piercing Blue eyes and a tattoo on her right arm, a hoodie around her neck, her chest was bandaged in a midriff style, and she wore pants and a cape.
She was extremely useful since she was related to several Tallests, soldiers, and Invaders, she knew all they knew. The best part of that was she was good in disguises and capturing adversaries.
"Qui-" I got up before Lard Nar could finish, I was the leader of the parliament. I had powerful scarlet eyes, and a long Onyx dress. I was the most important one here, I can destroy ships with a single thought, cripple entire armies by stepping into a room, charm all the men and make them defect (such had been the case with Renea), and my power seems endless.
Of course then if it were endless we'd have won by now wouldn't we?
Lard Nar sat down at my rising. "Alright, last we met we all got sectors of Meekrob to watch over, now all of you tell me what's happened." I demanded, they all paused and looked down. Tisvana stood up with me. "In my sector all has been normal, over 800 Irkens shot out of the sky and a couple thousand executed" She bragged.
I smiled softly at my co-leader, "Yes well, hope the evil-eye doesn't get you." I hissed, she glanced around nervously and sat down.
Renea stood up, "Several caravans have gone missing Quinn. But we've killed about 180 Irkens, and interrupted several radio transmissions." She said quietly before taking a drag of her cigarette. I glared, "Investigate," I ordered.
Lard Nar glanced around. "In my sector there have been over forty-thousand killed ma'am." He said nervously. I glared at him. "Go on," I hissed. "Twenty thousand are our own." He laughed nervously looking around.
I glared; something was happening that they didn't know. "Mal, Hally?" I asked. They shrugged, so that was it. This revolution apparently didn't matter that much to them. "Well, find out." Tisvana hissed at them. I smiled at her, I've always had a fondness of her that I never show, and it's apparent that she's been a worthy apprentice.
"There's been a jail break in my sectors." Ansena stood up and blurted out. I jumped forward glaring. "A jail break? Who escaped?" I demanded. "6 entered, 8 left, and one body was found that wasn't in the jail to begin with." Ansena told me.
I sat down. "At least they suffered a casualty, Ansena patrol your own sector." I ordered. They looked back at me. "Quinn, anything happen in your sector?" Lard Nar asked. I leaned back in my chair cockily and glared.
"What do you think?"
I'm sitting down on the ground and glaring at all of them. We've all been pretty tense; Zim and Tak even stopped fighting—for two seconds, then they fought about where the next camp should be. I felt they blamed me for Veronica's death. And they act like they've never seen death; they are the only people who care.
Zim, acts like he doesn't care but when he saw Veronica dead and Tak fall something changed in his eyes. I doubt this "He who shall not be named" is as evil as they let on. He's nothing special only an incompetent wannabe.
Tak seems more somber and dark, as with Mimi. Mimi is confused, she has no clue what happened, as with GIR.
Sheret doesn't care, that's one reason I'm annoyed with her. Everything is flowers and buttercups in her world; she can't comprehend that people die. But I suppose that's why I watch over her.
Zanna and Ron seem distant now, like they finally realized they were in a war. And they're always complaining about my leadership, and how I must have not tried to stop Veronica!
Has anyone asked how I feel? Is there some divine law that says I don't feel emotion? Even a sadist can hate pain; even a "murderer" can fear death.
I closed the journal and looked around. Zanna and Ron sat close together in the warmth of the fire; Meekrob is not a very warm planet. Oddly enough it's not that bright (seeing as the Meekrobians are beings of pure energy)—In fact I haven't seen a single Meekrobian.
I've seen more Vortians, Blortians, Virkens, and Irkens. But not a single Meekrobian; I was about to bring this up when Tak sighed and started to talk.
"How strange," She muttered, shaking a little in the cold. I looked at her confused, she hadn't addressed Zim's presence at the camp—in fact neither did he, is this some form of mutiny?—Tak took a long breath of air.
"When we came here we had all sworn an oath of revenge by murder on someone here, then when one of us dies we all go silent." Tak hissed, her cold voice was chilling and could have single-handedly put out our fire.
"Tak, is it? Do you think we'll be okay?" Zanna asked nervously, her Onyx purple eyes pleading. I blinked, the first time she's ever been worried about the camp as a whole. Just as I was going to repent she added, "I don't want to die."
Zim laughed, "Oh of course we'll be okay! I'm still alive, and my amazingness will protect all of you!" Zim narcissistically smiled. I glared along with the rest of the camp.
"Your amazingness couldn't keep you awake." I hissed, referring to the day almost one week ago. His gloating was silenced, and for once he actually looked upset with me (Not annoyed, upset)
"And your leadership didn't help either! I think that I should have been leading!" He hissed at me, I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. The camp went silent again as I sighed and stood up.
"Here, since you guys want to play politics, let's have a vote. Zim?" I called out. No hands were raised, and I sat down. "I win, now be quiet while I think." I hissed. "Hey, where's Veronica?" Sheret piped up. We glared at her, her stupidity—however cute—touched a very sensitive issue.
There was a rustling in the bushes as the wind picked up. Silence plagued every corner of the camp for a moment then the fire went out.
"You know Tak; irony is a pretty damn cruel punishment isn't it?" I asked in the moonless night, I couldn't see the members of my camp whom I could sense was peering in at each other's reactions.
And then the wind stopped.
Morning was a welcome gift, sometimes now as the war drags on (it's been about 4 weeks) I see morning as one of the only proofs of God's existence. Zim and Tak slept quietly next to me as I crawled off to the nearest road; I could have sworn I saw them move, but it was all just my imagination.
The road was quiet and damp; wind blew away gravel every now and again. I usually come here to write in my journal every night, but something called me here to the old sand road. I sat down and let the wind blow my antennae for a while.
"You come here too?" I heard Ron ask from behind me, I jumped back. His soft appreciative smile calmed me, only left tense at his wicked-seeming purple eyes. "Every night, Ron—what are you doing here?" I asked calmly.
Ron sat down beside me; he'd always been my friend and knew anything that I did. Every now and again I'll fantasize of us together, somewhere in a world where romance was not frowned upon and wake up when my flight of fancy had taken over.
"I come here to let the wind blow on me a little, Devastis never had a breeze; Devastis never had any spectacular weather." Ron commented closing his eyes to let the wind blow on him a little. I smiled at him; He's always been feminine about the littlest joys in life, and never cared how people looked at him.
"Yes, but Devastis is all metal. I hear they'll change that soon, maybe in a couple years." I said closing my eyes as well; Ron's hand slightly caressed mine before quickly pulling away. That was the annoying thing about Ron, he was so loyal to Zanna that even when he knew it was going nowhere he's guilty of even the smallest flirt.
"Flights of fancy, Lea?" Ron asked chuckling. I whacked him playfully, we were strange; I could flirt with him, fight with Zanna, and torture him and he'd still flirt with me whilst Ron would read my journal, and acknowledge that I love him—do nothing about it—and I pay no mind.
I opened my eyes onto the same road and stood up, Ron looked up at me; almost hurt looking. "What is it Lea?" He asked in a small voice. I shook my head and looked back towards the camp, "nothing," I muttered.
Suddenly our solitude was invaded by a Vortian, a woman who looked starving. She was walking along the road alone. Ron stood up and looked at me and then the woman, whom looked just as shocked as we did.
"Who are you?" She stuttered, I could tell by her clothing she was of nobility—she had obviously not expected to find us. We looked to each other and lead her back to camp. Suspiciously she had no complaints to us ignoring her question, and didn't struggle the least when we tied her up.
I like this chapter, near the end it kinda got profound. Anyway so they captured Ansena Dawn, next chapter we'll see more of Zim and Tak, but they won't have POV's until we get past the tension of Veronica's death.
I like Lea and Ron talking, kinda adds some depth to an ignored character, READ AND REVIEW OR I WILL…SEND LEA TO YOUR HOUSE…YEAH, THAT SOUNDS PRETTY…PATHETIC.