My Tallest, please...

I started to scout out the surrounding area before leaving, but then I almost ran into some humans and turned back. I can't let them see me. I can't afford to get captured before I even reach Zim's base.

The escape pod's emergency supply kit doesn't have any disguises, so I'm currently waiting for nightfall to move. I'm guessing that the humans are diurnal because they're active now when their star is shining on this side of their planet. They have to have some period of inactivity because I highly doubt they have access to the bioengineering needed to eliminate the need for sleep.

I seem to be deep in a foliage zone, and my tracker indicates that it's close to Zim's base. The escape pod's landing gear and thrusters are broken beyond repair. Not that it matters, I don't have the skills for fixing the exterior parts of ships anyways. I covered it as best as I could for now. Hopefully Zim will be able to retrieve or dispose of it before it falls into human hands.

Oh my Tallest, I made it! I'm alive! I'm free! Shortly after I landed on Urth it left the florpus! I don't know exactly what happened, but I made it out!

But what now? The escape pod was smashed on impact, and even if it wasn't, I don't know where I would of gone. I left my old life, along with all of my belongings, behind on The Massive. All I have is the emergency supplies stocked in the pod and whatever happens to be in my Pak.

RP 482 7 27 20:27 Log #58497

"Ah..." Vudof finally picked up on his annoyance. He still wanted to ask more questions but figured it was best to not push it. It seemed like not every rouge Irken changed their minds about food preparation like him. The human's teaching methods sounded much more frustrating than Skoodge's. Although maybe that's why Pen managed to learn how to cook and he hadn't-- yet. Vudof had to try harder next time.

Vudof followed Pen closely without paying much attention to his surroundings until they got to the shed. He was pleasantly surprised at how big it was since he expected it to only fit one person. But there was easily enough room for Vudof to join Pen. The ship looked like it was coming along well, even if he didn't know enough about ship building to be sure. His speciality was installing systems after the electrical work had been completed.

"Looking good, Pen." As Vudof spoke he gave him a smile abd thumbs up. It actually looked shoddy, but that was more from the materials available than Pen's skills. He leaned over Pen's shoulder to try to see the datapads before realizing that he was crowding him and backed off.

"I'll be right back." Vudof ran outside and next to the shed where he parked. After a few moments he returned with the powercore that he extracted beforehand. Then he carefully placed it next to Pen while trying to keep a little distance and stepped back.

"Will this work? It shouldn't have any issues. I just hope it's powerful enough..." Escape pods rarely lasted long enough to fly a second time because they were so fragile from being built to optimize speed and take impact damage in place of their passenger. So most of their parts were cheap and not meant for long-term use.

It was easier than expected to get to the escape pods. None of the guards were paying attention. But there's no reason for them to expect anyone to leave when most Irkens are programmed for absolute loyalty. I'm the defective one lacking that programming, one they never expected to be among the Irken Elite.

Date format: year month day hour:minute (hour and minute are optional) 18 months in a year 36 days in a month 27 hours in a day 54 minutes in an hour

Year: The Irken year is based on the Tallest's reign. - The Tallest's initial is placed in front of the year number -- In the case of multiple Tallest ruling at once, the symbols are placed on top of each other so there's no order implying relative rank differences between them -- If a letter is repeated, the later Tallest use the first two letters of their name

-- I think the current Tallest are fairly young, at only a few hundred years old? - The year number is how long the current Tallest has been in power. -- The coronation year is year 0 of the era, and any part of the year that already passed retroactively becomes part of the new Tallest's era.

We're entering the florpus. Is this really the end? I don't want to die! At least not like this! Why should we have to die for the stubbornness of our leaders, for their insistence on following meaningless, self imposed rules? Is it really worth all of our lives to never turn? If they would just listen to me, an Irken trained since birth to guide The Massive, we wouldn't be in this mess!

I hate this. My life has been meaningless, and my death will be just as meaningless. Does it really matter to anyone if I die?

…Actually, it doesn't. Nothing will change if I escape and survive. No, the very thought of abandoning my leaders is treasonous!

But why should I be loyal to the end? What has this empire brought me other than aimless misery? Nothing really matters and I'm sick of it. So why shouldn't I just leave? Everyone on this ship is already dead as far as the rest of the universe is concerned. Maybe I can use this situation to flee the empire and finally start living

RP 482 7 27 19:46 Log #58494

Vudof glanced around as he walked into the house, making sure to shut the door behind him. Was this how human houses were supposed to look like? It seemed so drab and bright compared to Zim's home. Although that wasn't saying much when Zim's house was so gaudy and poorly lit.

"Wow, thanks!" Vudof stepped forward and accepted the bag, then looked inside. They looked so good! He was geninuely impressed. How did a navigator learn how to bake? There was never a chance for him to learn on The Massive because he lacked both the time and supplies. At the time he was comfortable with it because he bought into the idea that cooking was beneath him, and thought that it was easy work anyone could do.

But when he tried cooking with Skoodge he realized just how wrong he was. It was a difficult skill that was as much of a science as it was an art, and it was a necessary if he had any hopes of living alone. Vudof's cooking skill was sorely lacking. None of his attempts so far had been edible. He wished he appreciated the food service drones on The Massive when he could.

A smile was visible on his face when he rolled down his sweater collar so he could eat. "How'd you learn how to cook? Did you use an Irken or Earthen recipe?" Vudof failed to notice Pen's disgust.

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