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Just tried watching MLP

Journal Entry: Sun Mar 1, 2015, 9:06 PM


Please hold any tomato throwing for now.

Yes, I chose to give My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic a try because I've heard so many good things about it, and a few of my friends liked it. So I decided to just pop on over to youtube and watch the first couple episodes to see what it was like.

And my verdict?

...

...

Its not my favourite, but it is definitely a good show. I'd give it an 8.5/10 based on the two episodes that I saw and I might be willing to watch more episodes in the future. I'd still prefer Young Justice or Ben 10 but I at least understand the reason behind a lot of the hype.

Wrath of Irk

Xxx

Chapter Fourteen: The Calm

Schloogar’s Diner, Miyuki District, Outer Irk

“Risk, I don’t know where you found this guy,” Jumar chuckled as he sat behind the counter, now recovered from the shooting that had taken place days ago. “But I’m so keeping him!”

Risk nodded and pinched the space between his eyes. “If only you could, Jumar,” He looked to where Rikalo was whistling while preparing lunch for Risk, Kid, Rina, Nesa and several of their friends...and whistling a tune while he was at it. “If only you could.”

“Come aaaand get it!” Rik hollered a minute later as he brought a tray over to the counter and set it down with several meals for the group. “Bon apetite kiddos, don’t take it down all at once.”

“Thanks Mr Rik!” Rina chirped as Nesa handed her one of the plates.

Soon the group was preoccupied with Rik’s twist on the usual Schloogar’s cuisine, digging in and chatting while Risk, Kid and Rik remained by the bar in what passed as casual conversation from a distance.

Risk pretended to hand Rik his empty glass for a refill. “I have our next target planned.” He kept his voice low while conversing with the bounty hunter. “She’s off world, out of the system at the moment actually.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you have yourself a big ship then,” Rik replied as he filled the glass and handed it back. “Who is she?”

Risk checked the frequency jammer in his PAK once more before answering, “Jolin’ae,” He slid a data card to Rik. “That has everything on her that I managed to get from informants both before and after my organization’s considerable growth.”

“Mr Cuddly means back when it was just him,” Kid cut in after finishing his drink.

Risk rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Kid.” He noticed that Kid had already eaten everything on his plate...all except for the hamburger, oddly enough. “You gonna eat that, Kid?” After sharing a living space with the boy for days Risk had learned that Kid ate three burgers in the time it took others to eat one.

Kid glanced down and grimaced. “No thanks, Mr cuddly.” He shook his head. “I’m...not in the mood for that.”

Even if Risk hadn’t known of Kid’s cannibalistic tendencies he could see that Kid wasn’t just having a stomach ache. The boy had kept his cannibalistic tendencies restrained at Risk’s request and without complaint, as stopping to eat somebody in the middle of a mission or even afterwards could complicate things and leave evidence, but Kid had never turned down a meal made of real meat before. Something was up, but Risk didn’t want to have a discussion about it in public in case it was a sensitive topic.

Turning to face Rik again, Risk saw the older man stick the data card into a port in his PAK. As he surfed through several gigabytes of data Rik whistled. “Well I’ll be, if most of this came from before that little ‘expansion’ then I have to say you are quite the resourceful one.” He popped the card back out and returned it to Risk. “So...a Psi-Irken, and the leader of her own cell to boot. You do know that Psi-Irkens are generally like a bomb waiting to go off, right?”

“All too well,” Risk agreed. “But I have methods of countering any attempts to influence my mind. All we need is to get rid of Jolin’ae, and she’s decided to relocate herself out of the Irk system. Usually that would be enough to throw me off a trail, but for a target like her I can’t let a little flight get in my way.”

“So what’s the plan?” Kid asked, brightening up at bit at the prospect of a mission.

“Tommorrow we’ll meet up with Rothan and transfer to the cruiser.” Risk whispered, his antennae twitching to alert him that somebody was approaching from behind. “I just told the joke about the Planet Jacker and the Irken Maid. Laugh.”

Kid snorted and broke down into giggles while Rik let out a chuckle and shook his head just before Nesa sat at the counter. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh you don’t wanna know, lil’ lady.” Rik insisted. “Your friend here has some interesting stories to tell, let’s leave it at that.”

“I’ll bet.” Nesa elbowed Risk playfully. “Anyways Risk, Rina is taking some time off from racing so I officially free you from being our taxi between races for the next week.” She patted his head. “Enjoy it while you can, Taxi Slave, you encouraged this after all.”

Truthfully Risk couldn’t recall a great deal about his affairs outside of being Wrath as of late. He was so focused on his plans now that they were actually moving forward that it became harder to keep track of his social responsibilities nowadays. A pang of shame hit Risk as he realized that he might end up neglecting Rina and Nesa if he devoted too much time to the Syndicate.

Forcing a smile, he nodded and raised his glass. “Duly noted and you have my thanks, Mistress Nesa.” He winked, and noticed a light blush on Nesa’s cheeks as she turned away.

“You know you’re gonna have to tell her if you wanna go down that trail,” Rik’s voice had changed to the softer, fatherly tone he reserved for moments like Kid’s sickness during their single training session. “You’ve made the biggest enemy in the known universe, Risk...trust me when I say that if you aren’t ready to lose someone in the middle of fighting that enemy, don’t involve them in the battle at all.”

Risk shut his eyes and turned his stool until he was faced towards Rik again. “You don’t need to remind me.” He sighed. “I know how the whole thing works, and it’s one reason why I went with the helmet and the whole ‘Wrath’ thing.”

In general the Irken Empire had every regular or lower class citizen’s PAK connected to a control system unless they were part of the military or ‘vital work force’, meaning they contributed to the military in some significant way such as mining, refining or construction. For the other 90% of the empire there was a button that could shut down or kill any of the mat any given time in the galaxy unless the signal was blocked or interfered with. Risk’s PAK was no longer connected to this after he manually removed a tiny piece of hardware that wouldn’t set off any alarms, but if the Empire ever found out who he was and tried to trigger this they would only stun him briefly before his PAK’s medical systems could kick in, and in the process they would use up their one shot at frying his PAK from the inside out with that single attempt.

However, even if they did have the power to kill him with a press of a button Risk was more worried for those who they wouldn’t try to kill immediately: Rina and Nesa along with practically anybody they would try to use as scapegoats for the public. They were his friends, he associated with them publically and this information was available in his profile in the Imperial Archives; the Empire would either kill them or torture them simply for the sheer pleasure of it all.

That was the most important reason behind why he had chosen to take on the persona known as Wrath. Rather than simply being theatrical or fearing for his own life he was terrified for the lives of anybody the Empire would target simply because they could. It could be just Rina and Nesa, maybe the entire neighbourhood they live in or maybe even the entire city if Wrath became a big enough threat to the Empire. Given a history of ‘punishing’ powerful rebel leaders by wiping out millions and blaming it on that rebel’s resistance, Risk wouldn’t put it past them to do the same thing with Outer Irk.

And added to the list of people who he wouldn’t want to see on a list of Wrath’s conspirators was an Irken hybrid sitting next to him.

“I’ll take your word for that,” Rik nodded. “So, the plan?”

“We meet on the Defiance and take it to the target location,” Risk continued. “Korlon.”

The name of the location came as a shock to Rik, who hadn’t seen it in the data card’s contents. His reaction caused him to almost choke on his drink, which he calmly set down while wiping his chin.

“Of course,” Rikalo sighed. “It just had to be Korlon.”

Kid recalled Korlon rather vaguely. “Um...isn’t that the huge mining station?”

“It’s more than just a station, Kiddo,” Rikalo answered. “It’s a whole planet unto itself, and a lot of it ain’t very welcoming, least of all to Irkens, but I understand that Psi-Irkens happen to be very persuasive even without those powers of theirs.”

“She’s managed to buy out a section of one of Korlon’s industrial districts and has set up a Psi-Hive there.” Risk informed his companions. “That’s why when we go in there we’re going to be carrying Vor-Tec Disruptor Emitters linked in a network to boost their dampening strength and keep anybody there from peeking into our heads.”

“Been there,” Rik muttered with a shake of his head. “Ain’t pretty, and that’s just when you let one of them into your head so they can poke around and make sure you ain’t there to off their boss. These Psi-Hives are stuffed full of dozens of Psi-Irkens; you’d better have enough disruptors to fight off that sort of influence and enough bodies to carry those disruptors.”

“I do,” Risk nodded. “We’ll take a detachment from the crew with us along with something that Rothan dug out of Taras’ paltry R&D division. He may not have invested heavily into researching new equipment, but what little we found can be useful for this raid.” He looked down at Kid. “Speaking of which, Kid...do you know how to drive?”

Kid nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Yeah, not too well though.”

“In that case I’m going to be giving you a crash course on the way there.” Risk rubbed the boy’s head. “Because you, my friend, are going to be the one who will save our asses if things go exactly as planned.”

Rik groaned. “Boy, you’ve got more of your mama in you than you think,” He leaned on the counter. “Always makin’ suicidal plans that give me a headache and makin’ me play Custogal Bait all the while.” When he looked up his smirk clashed with his despairing words. “Give me details.”

Xxx

Imperial Administration Centre, Imperial District, Outer Irk

The Administration Centre’s name often gave one the impression that it was a modest sized building, a small structure that went unnoticed among the sky scrapers of Outer Irk’s planetary capital. The truth of the matter was that the IAC was perhaps the largest structure in the system next to the Tallest Palace on Irk. It was several hundred stories high and was wide enough in every direction to cover almost a third of the Imperial District.

Within it was a hive of activity. Some parts of the building were devoted to military personnel for training, barracks and weapon storage. Others served as offices for officials who made up the colonial government and handled the day to day operations of running an entire planet. However this particular section was off the books and allowed only unique individuals in, those with security access higher than that of even the Colonial Governor himself.

Speaking of which, the poor man was on his knees while an albino skinned Irken with red eyes gripped his neck to keep him in place. “So are we clear?” The Irken, one of the infamous WitchHunter Super Soldiers asked with a tilt of his head while his lips slowly drew back into an eerie grin. “Say we’re clear.”

“We’re clear!” The man blurted out. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen, promise!”

“Promises mean less to me than actions,” The WitchHunter had one of his guard’s drag the Governor to his feet. “Make sure that the approaching fleets are properly informed. Use my code if you have to, but do be aware that if even one of them disobeys my demands then you will be paying for it. Clear?”

“Yes, yes my taller.” The Governor bowed his head before he was hurried out of the room, leaving the lone albino alone in the darkness, surrounded by a pool of light that was formed by a light source which glared down from the ceiling.

Vithak sighed, drawing one hand across his face. “It’s just so hard to get some cooperation without these face to face interviews these days. I tell you, Irkens used to be more aware of when to shut their mouths and follow orders, but more and more I find defective traits like the good Governor’s defiant mood impeding my work.” He turned to a larger form that occupied a corner of the chamber. “Am I right, Rykan?”

This WitchHunter dwarfed Vithak, his physical opposite in every way. Vithak was short, thin and bony where this newcomer, Rykan, was a giant of a man who stood at almost seven and a half feet and every inch of him was practically carved with careful detail to form a herculean body that rippled with muscles.

Rykan replied with a grunt. “Get to the point. You called me here for a reason and it better not have been for that little show.”

“Why of course not!” Vithak feigned shock. “Rykan my good friend, have I ever steered you wrong? I know you hunger for a good kill as much as I do, and I have just the perfect target for you while I handle my own business.”

“Let me see,” Rykan held out a hand expectantly, and Vithak gave him a data card which was inserted into the larger WitchHunter’s PAK and fed him everything the Imperial Archives had on the one known as Wrath. “...interesting. But he isn’t marked as my primary target for this mission.”

“Indeed! Your mission isn’t to kill Wrath, but somebody accompanying him.” Vithak nodded. “I have plans for Wrath, but I would prefer it if he was a little more isolated and not as influenced by outside factors until then. I trust that you will be as precise as usual for this so I won’t waste anymore of your time my old friend.”

Rykan turned away with another annoyed grunt. “I’m not one for games, Vithak. Keep using me as your pet assassin and you will see the limits to my patience.”

Vithak rolled his eyes and mimicked his counterpart’s words even as the hulking Irken stepped out, his heavy footfalls fading.

“He never is one for patience,” The WitchHunter muttered as he stared down at a data pad clasped in both of his hands. “But I...” He smirked at the image of Risk Gamble, the man beneath the mask. “I have enough for ten life times, and the payoff you give me will make it all worth the wait.”

Xxx

Apartment Complex J-1194, Miyuki District

Risk had left Kid with Rik at Schloogar’s with the others and returned to his civilian home in order to pick up some hidden data cards and files that he did not want to risk falling into Imperial hands in an arbitrary raid now that his activities were public. He had learned to never take any chances with the Empire’s habit of randomly raiding entire apartment blocks and had hidden them carefully, but now that Wrath was a public enemy he would feel safer with them in his safe house.

Upon entering the apartment Risk could tell that something was wrong. He always kept the blinds drawn on the windows and balcony door, but he could see that they were ever so slightly open, allowing a thin blade of light into the living room area. Risk shut the door behind him and reached beneath his coat for his blaster while cautiously stepping into the room.

“You know better than to try using a blaster against me, boy.” Even after years away from the owner of that voice, it caused Risk to instinctively straighten up and drop his hands to his side, which didn’t go unnoticed by the intruder hidden in the darkness. “Old habits die hard, but you sure fooled me otherwise during your little performance.”

Risk exhaled and relaxed his body. “I was surprised that you didn’t figure me out immediately during that fight, Zor.” He turned to the large Vycan, who was sitting cross legged in the darkest corner of the room.

“I’m more ashamed that I didn’t instantly recognize you with that helmet off,” Zor rose to his feet, towering over the already tall Irken. “So this is where you landed yourself after you finished your training with me?”

Risk shrugged. “I had to start somewhere, and seeing as I appear to be only gaining more resources with every passing day I’d have to say that so far I’m managing my operation rather competently.”

Zor smirked and shook his head. “Amazing...I’ll admit you’re off to a good start but...really? The Wrath of Irk?” He looked at Risk with an amused grin. “You decided to take all that talk about theatricality to heart, didn’t you?”

“Hey, bite me.” Risk huffed and crossed his arms. “Gangs fear me and my soldiers respect me, I’d say it paid off pretty damn well. Besides, do you see me wearing tights?”

“Well hey,” Zor shrugged. “With how that suit you wore is...” He trailed off as Risk’s mouth finally curled into a smile, and the Vycan knelt down and hugged the Irken, being gentle so as not to break any bones. “It’s good to see you again you up-jumped little brat.”

“You too, old man,” Risk patted the Vycan on the arm. “I thought you have a rebellion of your own to handle, one that’s about a hundred thousand times as big as mine and doesn’t rely on outsider funding.”

“Oh I do,” Zor stood up. “But I decided that the Black Bureaucracy could stand to be without me for a few weeks while I travel with Kei.”

Ah yes, the Black Bureaucracy, or BB as Risk preferred to refer to it as. Zor had practically been born into that group and had grown up in it, and now he lead it even after the event that had lead to him becoming a Vycan. It had been one of the reasons that Risk had sought Zor out as a child and convinced him to provide him with guidance.

Risk had spent two years living with Zor and Kei, eating under the same roof, learning from them and then left to pursue another likely teacher. He and Zor had formed a bit of a bond, but Risk had not been as close to Kei during his time in her home. That’s not to say that she didn’t like him, but he had noted how she intentionally distanced herself from him as much as possible. Risk wasn’t surprised that neither of them had recognized him, he hardly recognized himself compared to how he had been two and a half years ago.

“Seeing as you’re here and she hasn’t cut my head off for getting in her way earlier, I’m assuming that you’ve both noticed how I cancelled the bounty on myself.” Risk wagered while sitting on the couch.

Zor nodded and sat down cross legged on the floor, as none of the furniture could support him. “We had, but she had been determined to track down your associate, the hybrid boy.”

Risk tensed. “Kid is off limits,” He quickly blurted, cursing himself for reacting so quickly to Zor’s statement.

To his surprise the Vycan raised one hand in a placating gesture. “You don’t have to worry, Risk. Rikalo told us everything we need to know, and Kei has begrudgingly agreed to leave you and Kid alone.”

“Rik spoke with you?” That set off alarms in Risk’s head. “What did he tell you?”

“He told me that your mother-” Zor hesitated to continue. “That your mother was a dear friend of ours, very much like family, and that we all owed her better than this. If I’d known that you were a child of Skullene I would have invited you to remain in our house for much longer than two years.”

Risk relaxed and shrugged his shoulders. “I’d say that I’ve done pretty well with what you taught me, given the time frame since I got started.”

“I don’t deny you that,” Zor agreed. “But still, I feel like a fool for having had you under my roof for so long and not realizing just what you really are until the biggest ass hole in the galaxy showed me the DNA scan he ran of you and how it compared to Skullene’s.”

Risk made a mental note to be more cautious in the future to avoid leaving evidence behind again. Not everybody would just happen to be a friend of his mother, and he was damned lucky that in this case it was several people at once who either knew her or were fond of him to some degree.

“I’m not going to try and talk you out of this path you’ve set yourself on, Risk.” Zor continued. “Creator knows you might even do some real good on this end of the galaxy while I’m busy on the other end. I’m just here to let you know that you aren’t alone in this fight; there are rebel cells all over that could be helpful.” He smirked, a knowing look in his emerald eyes. “You took over one, now that I think about it.”

“Taras was a vicious and incompetent leader,” Risk said dismissively. “With his resources to refine into something more efficient I can focus them towards hitting the Empire rather than levelling cities full of innocents or raiding snack ships like that other bumbling Vortian and his rabble of evolutionary throw-backs.”

“Please,” Zor lost his smirk and shook his head. “Don’t remind me of that particular group. That is just a humiliating chapter in history that I prefer not to dwell on.”

Risk didn’t blame him for feeling embarrassed to be honest. “Right, sorry.” He muttered. “I appreciate you taking the time to come and visit like this, I appreciate it even more that you and Kei have agreed to not try eviscerating Kid anymore. I’d hate to have to go up against the both of you and fight my war against the Empire at the same time.”

“I’d be surprised if you lasted a month with Kei alone on your trail,” Zor said with an amused grin. “But speaking of which, I do believe that she and I aren’t the only ones who have been training you in the last few years. After you left us you found somebody else to pick up with, and I’m wondering if I know of them.”

“You might,” Risk nodded. “And you’re right.”

Risk had found somebody after his time with Zor and Kei, a man who had taught him some less overt talents that had helped him in avoiding the empire. Unlike Zor and Kei, however, Risk felt a tad guilty when it came to this particular individual because he had lied his way into a brief apprenticeship with him.

But that was a story for another time, one that might come to light soon in this tale.

“But I don’t think that they’d appreciate me telling secrets that aren’t mine to give,” Risk continued. “Maybe one day I can give you the full story, but the other people I trained with...” He hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right words. “I’ve formed a confidence with them like I did with you and Kei, and I can’t just go flapping my jaw about them.”

Zor understood this reasoning, as he had instilled it in Risk during the time he had taken the boy on as a student; in fact he taught this sense of trust in many of the young ones he took on as a brief apprentice over the years.

“I get what you mean and I won’t snoop for any information.” The winged demon assured Risk. “Just promise me that you’ll keep being careful about where you take this. The Bureaucracy was lucky to survive as long as it has over the years, and that was before I even took command. These groups can fall apart easily if you make one wrong step, and the ones who lead them can end up worse than dead.”

“Such is the risk associated with rebellion,” Risk agreed. “I know the dangers involved, Zor. I’ve known them since I first set out and convinced you to take me under your wing.” He walked over to the towering Vycan. “You taught me well, made sure I was ready by the time I left and drilled it into my head to have a good escape plan. Believe me old man; I intend to live until I’m older and more wrinkled than you should be right now.”

Zor smiled softly. “That’s all I’d ask you for, you pompous little brat.” He patted Risk on the head. “I shouldn’t keep Kei waiting for too long, she’s planning to head back to more familiar pastures after this little experience. Maybe when she’s had some time to think she’ll contact you for a chat of her own.”

“As long as it isn’t this week I won’t complain,” Risk replied as he walked to the window with Zor. “I’m going to be a little busy for the next few days.”

“I won’t ask,” Zor made a ‘zipping’ motion over his lips. “Best not to disclose it to an outsider.”

“Maybe if this rebellion idea really kicks off we can join forces,” Risk proposed before pulling back the blinds for Zor, who looked considerate of the idea.

“We’ll see,” The vycan decided. “Until then,” He opened the window and unfurled his wings. “Good luck, and keep up the good fight, Risk.”

Zor dove out the window and snapped his wings out to their full width before plunging into the heavy sky-traffic passing by outside Risk’s apartment. The vycan was gone within moments, leaving Risk alone once more.

“I don’t need luck,” He muttered. “Wouldn’t mind having a huge demon on my side for what’s coming next though.”

Xxx

Wrath’s Hideout, Outer Irk

Kid glanced around as he stepped out of the concealed elevator and onto the deserted streets. Taking a breath to calm himself, the boy crossed over to an alley and stepped into the shade before reaching beneath his jacket and producing a round metal object which he set on the ground and pressed the center of.

The object rose into the air and projected a life sized hologram of a figure that was too blurry to discern the identity of. “Kid? Is that you?

Kid nodded eagerly. “Yeah,” He glanced around. “I had to steal a communicator to make this call, it can’t last long, and the Trace Scrambler on it is why the transmission is coming through so bad.”

The figure nodded. “Safety before convenience, I taught you that myself.

Kid smiled. “Yeah...” He had to be careful with what words he used for this conversation, just in case anybody was listening. “A lot has happened in the last week.”

I’d heard the rumors,” Kid’s contact replied. “You’re working with Wrath-

“Shh,” Kid hushed the figure. “Don’t say it out loud!”

Ah, sorry, stupid of me.” His contact nodded his featureless head. “You’re working with...a real big player.

“Yeah, and he’s got big plans.” Kid agreed. “He’s also got big friends already. I think he’s...serious about all of this. He’s committing a lot to this whole ‘rebellion’ thing.”

You’ve only known him for a short time,” The mystery speaker reminded Kid. “Don’t go believing everything he says just yet. Evil and corruption always hide behind a just cause, I think Lord Blue Balls is a good example of that if you listen to all of those speeches long enough.

Kid giggled. “I can’t argue with that...but I really think this one is genuine. You haven’t spoken to him like I have, you haven’t seen what he’s done.”

Maybe I should come over to Outer Irk and see for myself-

“No!” Kid blurted out, waving his hands. “I mean...you know how risky that is.”

The mystery speaker sighed. “All too well, but I’m very worried this time, Kid. This isn’t just a simple kill mission, this is getting attention from all over and I don’t like you being dragged into it. I especially don’t like the looks of this Wr-you know who.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t give him a chance,” Kid insisted. “I’ll keep my eyes open though...and if Wrath does anything I don’t like then...I’ll do what I have to.”

That’s all I can ask for s-Kid,” The mystery speaker set one solid holographic arm on Kid’s head and rubbed his hair. “I’ve got to go now, we can resume contact later. Be careful.

“Okay, I will.” Kid nodded before the device shut off and clattered to the ground.

What the boy didn’t notice while he collected the communicator was that he was being watched. A single security drone that remained cloaked as it patrolled the air space over the location of the warehouse had spied the conversation and recorded it before Thrill sent this strange footage to Risk while he was flying across the city in his Wraith.

Risk tapped the auto pilot key and leaned forward to have a clear view of a small holo-screen over the controls. The image showed Kid in the middle of his conversation with the unknown contact, not providing any audio due to the distance the drone had been at when it witnessed this.

“What is he doing?” Risk whispered.

Kid could easily use the hideout’s comm. relay to make a personal call...but of course it would have been recorded and witnessed by Thrill. Could Kid have decided to make a private call that he knew Thrill would have reacted to? Why else would he steal an untapped communicator from the tech shop in the hideout?

Risk shook his head. “Can’t jump to conclusions yet. Thrill, monitor Kid’s future communication logs and don’t let him know that you noticed the communicator missing. Let him think he snuck out without being seen.”

Risk wanted it to just be nothing of consequence, but with what he had planned there was no room to take the risk that Kid, who had been raised as a slave by the Empire, wasn’t contacting Blue or one of his master’s associates to pass on information. Risk fully understood that Kid would provide his master with updates on their affairs, but that wouldn’t have required Kid to avoid using the proper channels. He was hiding something, and Risk dreaded the idea that Kid might not be as trustworthy as he believed...

And that idea alone would continue to distract Risk until tomorrow, when he initiated the next stage in his master plan.

Xxx

                                                                                                                                 

End of Chapter

Wrath of Irk C14
Here it is, the final chapter in the filler arc and now we can get right into the juicy action happening in the next arc.

All characters are property of their respective owners.

I do not own Invader Zim.
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Asking my Characters

Journal Entry: Wed Feb 25, 2015, 8:40 AM


It's been done to tears, but what the hell. I'm bored and between working on things for DA or school I'm inviting people to ask questions to ANY of my characters they're curious about.

Unfortunately I can't make them like the pictures done by :iconcorrupted-mooch: due to a distinct lack of what we call 'artistic talent' on my part, but if you feel like giving it a shot then just ask something addressed from either yourself or one of your own characters.

Secret Valentine by Irken-Risk
Secret Valentine
A secret Valentine for :iconsamwolf3974:, it isn't exactly hows do hoped to finish it but with school eating up my time and my having left my sketch book at home I haven't any choice now.

Here is Tinch amidst a group of shady looking guards, sword in hand and ready to kick some ass. I made some modifications to her outfit while hopefully keeping the important characteristics. I know it seems like something out of Assassin's Creed...and it very well may be just that.
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Cutting down my To Do List

Journal Entry: Wed Feb 11, 2015, 6:23 AM


It's occured to me that I put too much on my plate at times, so therefore I am choosing to simply lay out the only things in the fandom that I shall focus on finishing and/or developing.

1- A very late Christmas gift to :iconthe-bubble-ninja:

2- A secret Valentine drawing (First Priority since it's due in a few days)

3- Any OCTs I am in (such as Trial by Fire or DarkWorld2)

4- Wrath of Irk: Book One

5- Original Novel ( :iconfortheloveofkei: knows which one I'm talking about)


If there's anything that I owe to somebody like a commission or another Christmas gift I forgot to deliver then just let me know in the comments.

Just tried watching MLP

Journal Entry: Sun Mar 1, 2015, 9:06 PM


Please hold any tomato throwing for now.

Yes, I chose to give My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic a try because I've heard so many good things about it, and a few of my friends liked it. So I decided to just pop on over to youtube and watch the first couple episodes to see what it was like.

And my verdict?

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Its not my favourite, but it is definitely a good show. I'd give it an 8.5/10 based on the two episodes that I saw and I might be willing to watch more episodes in the future. I'd still prefer Young Justice or Ben 10 but I at least understand the reason behind a lot of the hype.

Thinking of going for the second season Resisty Uprising. Who do you think I should use? 

33%
3 deviants said Risk (he's yet to be in one)
22%
2 deviants said Lenia (her husband already went and joined a tournament, she might as well get suckered into one too)
11%
1 deviant said Skullene (she's won every other oct she's been in)
11%
1 deviant said Envon (he definitely needs to be brought out of the closet of lost OCs)
11%
1 deviant said Emkol (My first PlanetJacker)
11%
1 deviant said Daelias (She'd be right at home with killing her fellow prisoners/opponents)
0%
No deviants said Paneece (she needs her time in the spotlight)
0%
No deviants said Rik (he lost at Bloodsport but is ready and willing to fight)
0%
No deviants said Rimak (just as ready as his dad and a lot younger)
0%
No deviants said Connor Carroway (a tribrid of Irken, human and a DNA parasite who could do with some time in the spotlight)

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Thinking of going for the second season Resisty Uprising. Who do you think I should use? 

33%
3 deviants said Risk (he's yet to be in one)
22%
2 deviants said Lenia (her husband already went and joined a tournament, she might as well get suckered into one too)
11%
1 deviant said Skullene (she's won every other oct she's been in)
11%
1 deviant said Envon (he definitely needs to be brought out of the closet of lost OCs)
11%
1 deviant said Emkol (My first PlanetJacker)
11%
1 deviant said Daelias (She'd be right at home with killing her fellow prisoners/opponents)
0%
No deviants said Paneece (she needs her time in the spotlight)
0%
No deviants said Rik (he lost at Bloodsport but is ready and willing to fight)
0%
No deviants said Rimak (just as ready as his dad and a lot younger)
0%
No deviants said Connor Carroway (a tribrid of Irken, human and a DNA parasite who could do with some time in the spotlight)

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:iconjaredthefox92:
JaredtheFox92 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
It's kind of getting late, we may have to continue the roleplay tomorrow when I'm more focused.
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Irken-Risk Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2015
Alrighty, no problem.
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CosAce Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2015
Not to sound pushy or rude or anything but do you need an occasional poke to remember to reply? <D;; or are you just busy?
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Irken-Risk Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2015
Oh, sorry about that. I haven't been so much busy with work as of the last few days than I havebeen with my family dragging me across an island. |D They like to make sure we stay out until around 3-4 in the afternoon or so. I accidentally let your last note get lost among a few dozen other notes.
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CosAce Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2015
It's alright <D being dragged around an island sounds rather interesting. More interesting than sitting at home all day, to say the least. 
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CosAce Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2015
Heyo! I was just curious if you were still interested in Nathanel? 
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Irken-Risk Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2015
Oh, I'd forgotten about him. |D

Sorry, school has been a pain. I'll take another look at him and then quickly look through my OCS and see if I can pick out somebody who might be a good potential match for him.
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CosAce Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2015
It's alright xD I understand how school can get. 
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Tulpen-Teufel Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Oiii, I'm done with your point commission. c:
Hope you like it and sorry for the wait. Dx
Point Com - Ciara and June by Tulpen-Teufel
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Irken-Risk Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2015
Don't be sorry I love it so much! 8D :icondoomglompplz:

Oh by the way did I already pay you or are you just waiting on my payment now?
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