ALMIGHTY

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   This... was not what she needed after today. All Miyuki wanted right now was to go home, and sleep until work tomorrow. But now Dib is just. standing in front of her car door.

The former tyrant comes forward without realizing it, exhibiting a tenderness never before seen, and one that would probably get a regular Irken killed or at the very least scorned. He imagines there will be talking. He doesn’t care.

A hand presses against the screen. Purple is still just staring.

“We…weren’t allowed to, nor given the time to.”

   That... makes sense. Besides the ones she was close to, Miyuki knew full well Irken weren’t the type to waste time with sentimental things. They had a job to do, and mourning would only get in the way of that.

It... hurt, though.

Purple stares up at her for a moment, unblinking, until… oh!

Did his Tallest just SAY that? He really shouldn’t be surprised (again, it’s Miyuki), but the prospect of being rewarded by her, with his favorite donuts (that she’s going to try to REMEMBER) no less, makes him feel kind of important—individual, even.

Irkens are, it seems, a very reward-driven race. Purple is no exception.

“My favorites are the plain old sugar rings. Easy to remember, right? You can write it down though. If you want.”

   The stares are something she’d never get used to - her fellow Irken always seemed so bewildered that their Almighty Tallest would show even the smallest kindness to them, but... She’d worked under previous Tallest. She always tried to be better, and always hoped that whoever would lead after her would be as kind as she always was,

She tilted her head. What an odd way to speak of her fellow Earthlings? Well, assuming she was indeed being honest about being of this world, which seemed less and less believable the more she listened to this woman speak.

So, of course Astra would inquire about her dubious origins. “Miss, are you sure you are not an off worlder, too? I will not tell the other humans if you are.”

   Oh man she is so bad at this? Like the disguise is flawless, besides maybe her DNA, but she’s awful at actually acting human under pressure? Pressure that she’s putting on herself but. Pressure nonetheless.

Does she make an attempt to save this? To save this absolute shipwreck of a disastrous trainwreck???

A shame, really. If Hal got to sit around on a ship all day commanding people, she figured she would order them all to bring her an endless supply of food and glitter (not necessarily in that order). She definitely wouldn’t spend it on Vort talking to a bunch of no-fun-allowed school children. 

“I dunno… that Massive thing they’re building in there is gonna be pretty cool.” she thought back to the hologram the head scientist was showing off, 

“I was only making fun of it for the banter.” a pleasant, albeit strained smile spread across her face, as though a ship alone would cause Miyuki to rethink her stance on being tallest.

Hal smirked at her next statement, a sound, almost like a scoff leaving her mouth as she shook her head. Automatically she assumed Miyuki’s words were some kind of joke.

“Me? Haha… nah, you don’t know who I am or you wouldn’t be saying that.” her smile became bitter, “Halinor Nima. Yeah… those Nimas.” although she hadn’t met them yet. While Hal’s mother didn’t do much in the way of parenting, what she did do was make it absolutely clear Hal was to stay far from her father.

   “It won’t be cool. It will be a beacon of hatred, a destructive force the likes the universe has never seen, and all of the blood it spills will be on my hands.” Her tone is firm, but not directed at Hal - moreso directed at herself. She’s just letting them build the ship she’d commissioned, the ship she’d be stood in while it slaughtered trillions.

She glances down, claws tapping together almost nervously - she hated thinking about it.

She truly hadn’t expected such a reaction. Frankly, it was one of the strongest she had received in her time on Earth, for is seemed much of the planet’s population was simply to ignorant and unaware to notice her unearthly appearance. It was actually a rather refreshing reaction (aside from startling the woman into dropping her papers).

“Sorry for the fright. I typically don’t get such an abrupt reaction from people.”

“It does seem that there are more than the last time I was here, thought that was ages ago. Have you encountered many others?”

   “You don’t? I mean the humans around here are dense, but you’re hardly disguised, I-” There’s sort of a brief moment in which the cogs in Miyuki’s head grind together, before she realizes that yes, Miyuki is disguised.

[Miyuki’s reaction to his vague allegations only bolstered his confidence – why would she be so apprehensive if those symbols weren’t part of a tremendous, groundbreaking secret? Granted, he already realized that they were; if this language was revealed for what it was, and could be recognized as such by his peers, her identity would be exposed in mere seconds! If only humanity was capable of recognizing Irken language…he had a feeling that if he accused her, even after she wrote in those hieroglyphs, he’d simply be dubbed “insane.”]

[Yet, her persistent anxiety caused him to wonder whether there might be another reason she was so fretful about her origins being revealed. She should’ve been stranded here long enough to recognize how pathetic and ignorant humanity was as a species, right? If they couldn’t see through Zim’s pitiful disguise by now, what did she have to worry about…?]

[Regardless, when she opted to outright deny ever writing those symbols on the board, he simply quirked a brow – not owning up to her mistakes would be disastrous here, since Dib had all the proof he needed scribbled all over that paper. Those etches wouldn’t be there if he didn’t have a reference up on the board, would they? A smirk tugged at his lips when she desperately insisted that this was a misunderstanding; this was his moment, his opportunity to confront her.]

– ❝ No, I think I know EXACTLY what this is. I’ve done my research, and I happen to know where that language comes from…and more specifically, what PLANET. ❞ [Dib’s dramatic revelation was out of the way, but now it was time to relentlessly interrogate her about her intentions here…] ❝ That’s right…I happen to know that those symbols are Irken. You’re part of Zim’s race, aren’t you? Why are you on Earth? Are you trying to conquer it, too? Are you with or against Zim? ❞

   Why couldn’t Dib be an idiot? Why couldn’t be as blissfully unaware as every other human on this planet? Miyuki could just correct her mistakes without worrying about it, and go on with her life as a teacher without being terrified that the humans would drag her away and dissect her!

He figures it out all too quickly, and Miyuki feels her stomach(?) twist, pupils pinpricks as her throat goes dry - he knew everything. Knew what planet she was from, for goodness sake! All his fighting with Zim wasn’t just because Zim was green, it was because Dib knew what the Irken race were...

“Dib, you... I... I’m not... not here to...” She knows what she wants to say, but it won’t come out, so she just... stands up straight, walks over to her desk, and grabs her chair, wheeling it over to Dib. Sitting down, she slumps, letting out a long, tired sigh.

“I’m not here to conquer Earth. I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m just here to be... me.” A terrible thought to any Irken that wasn’t defective. Why be you, when you can be a valuable tool to the armada? “I’m a defective. My programming doesn’t work, so instead of wanting to serve the Empire, I just want to... get away from it. I just want to teach astronomy, to live life as... a human. It’s peaceful.”

“Uh, er…OF COURSE! Just give ZIM a minute! I’ve done a lot of talking today and my throat is a bit dry.” Is he coming up with an excuse? Certainly not. He’s just speaking the truth!

“Until then you must wait for such an incredible impression.”

   “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of rushing you, Zim. Would you like something to drink, maybe? I’m really getting excited to hear this, now.” She’s trying not to grin, but god this is too good.

“My Florpus!” And now he’s clung to her skirt, face buried into it.

He’s trying desperately to shove the whole inflatable Miyuki back into his PAK but he’s not having much success at the moment. Antenna perk up as he hears the former tallest finally speak.

“I was but a smeet when I made this one! Zim’s incredible voice had yet to fully develop.”

   Honestly, she’s not sure why he hasn’t just deflated it? Then again, this is Zim. Miyuki really ought to just... stop questioning anything he does.