Golden Towers

This is a Zim roleplay. I don't really have any ideas for the plot, so the title was just a stab in the dark. Don't bite my head off, people.

Hrm... sounds like it can be quite Fantasy based. =D How about some type of long, epic journey? *Is slapped*

Any ideas for the storline? I don't make up my own IZ stories... Well, I kinda did once, but it stopped being Zim and stopped being funny and ended in the murder of an innocent girl, fictional as she was.

Um... like I said earlier, an epic journey for some sacred item? 8D *Is slapped, cuz that sounds like an Indiana Jones storyline*

(I've never seen Indiana Jones.)
A race to find an ancient artifact which could be used to create an incredible weapon???

XD Would be a good storyline anyhow... how about it? Wanna go for it?

I'm not going to use Vett or anyone like that. I'll work out who I'm going to use by tonight.
But yeah, we shouid do it.

Okays... ^^ Erm... idk who I'm gonna use. 8|

name: Tandra
height: 5ft 3 inches
weight :unknown
features: blue trench coat, red under-shirt. Vivid red eyes. On her left hand she has artificially inserted metal blades extending from each finger.
weapon(s): Her blades, anything else she can find.
type: Assasin for hire.
age: Same as Zim
gender: Female
species: Irken
background: Was a nice, normal little slave to the system until several attempts were made on her life. She doesn't know why, but I do! (When Zim caused the huge blackout when he refused to leave the first chamber he caused many defectives to be born. The Tallest has ordered that they be killed.)
allies: anyone who'll hire and pay her.
enemies: Any one who doesn't pay her - though for some reason, they tend to wind up dead. Funny, that.
first appearance: Sometime during the blackout.
powers: Can move super fast, really flexible, dangerously good with the blades on her fingers.
other: Has a sir unit somewhat like MiMi, but with many more weapons, and not damaged. A ruthless and cold killing machine, she will not have any problem cutting down anyone who gets in her way.

8D Sounds like a nifty character! [Thinks of one of her own]

(Thanks. This time I'm going for a cold, cruel, brutal murdurer.)

[Bites lip, excited] 8'D

(Have you thought of a charrie yet????)

Erm... Now I have! XD

Name: Pricket
Height: 4 ft 11 inches
Weight : (Like you'd wanna know XD)
Features: Typical Irken uniform, has blades/firearms hidden in boots or gloves. Has a comminicator on his left antennae. Typical magenta colored eyes.
Weapon(s): Hidden blades/firearms
Type: Returned defect
Age: A bit older than Zim
Gender: Male
Species: Was a Mutant - now Irken
Background: Was banished to Mutatia w/his fellow caretaker, Lavender, for trying to stop the Tallest from killing Zim. Returned after his sentence was over, became Irken after injecting cure into blood stream.
Allies: Anyone who is willing to cope with him.
Enemies: Anyone not willing to cope with him
First appearance: When Zim was a smeet
Powers: Agility, awareness
Other: Has an old robotic unit, Roa, that used to aid him in caretaking before they were banished.

(Awesome! Now we may commence.
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You start.)

XD

A cold night. Two moons shone brightly in the sky. The dark alleyway shielding his presence from everyone who happened to pass. He was so close... so close to the palace. Perhaps this time around they wouldn't catch him, and he'd be able to get what he wanted for so long...

Tandra raised her eyebrows, surpised at the request of the person who may be her new employer. "You want me to what?" She asked him. "You do know what I do, right?"
"Yes," He replied cooly. "But you're a good fighter, and you don't hesitate to kill. I know you'll be perfect for the job."
Tandra paused. She had never done anything like this before, but he was offering her enough for her to be willing to change. Finally, she accepted. "Alright. I'll do it. But be warned: if you don't pay me, I will hunt you down and use your intesti-"
"Yes, yes, I know. You'll torture me in interesting ways then kill me painfully. You'll be paid."
"...Then what do you want me to do again?" Tandra asked.
"Find him first. Then protect him. Don't in any way hamper what he's trying to do. Make sure he achieves his goal."
Tandra wondered why the figure in front of her wanted her new target to continue whatever it was he was doing safely. But she'd already asked, and recieved no answer.
"Consider it done." Tandra left.

Beads of sweat running down his cheeks, he dared to peer past the walls for any guards. He quickly retreated, as he saw a rather large one was making his daily shift. He paced the side roads, and Pricket knew that if he didn't move, he would come down his alleyway soon enough...

Tandra climbed into her modified Vortian Striker. She had 'liberated' it from one of her previous targets - one she hadn't been told to protect. Her Striker not only had the regular weapons, it also had trapping devices for the targets she was to bring in alive. Instead of a passenger hold, there was a large prison-like cell.
Tandra shot through the air, focused now on finding her new target. She was to protect them - and allowthem to do whatever they desired! To help them!
Tandra shook her head. What was the universe coming to?

Name: Lorena
Height: 5f
Weight : classifyed
Features: Black clothes and a black trench coat. Dark Blood red eyes.
Weapon(s): Many knifes and weapons and weapons like that.
Age: Not very old but old enough. (85?)
Gender: Female
Species: Irken
Background: Known to be an assasin.
Allies: No one exept people he tricks to think hes good.
Enemies: Any one
First appearance: When was a smeet.
Powers: Fast, good reflexes, quick, aware.
Other: Made own Sir unit called Nor which can be controlled be radio thing as well as being itself.

(Please write your charrie in.)

(I know, I just pushed send and I was like, NO! Come back. Because I hadn't written her in!)

Lorena was walking along. She just got off the phone . She had a job to do. She had been assigned a man to destroy. She did not know if she should do it. There was something about that name that made her want to not do her job and kill him. She did not know why he had to be killed but it sounded ergent. So she set off to do her assignment because she was being payed alot for this perticular request.

Tandra got vague coodinates of where her target was. She couldn't yet pinpoint him, but she knew which area he was in. She flew on.

Lorena was now trying to find the man she was assinged to. She thought that he might be well pretected, so she was prepared.

Tandra had found him. Pricket. Hmm.
Tandra lowered the modified Votian ship. She avoided any people - people could be a threat. It would mean she would have to walk further, but be worth it.
She rushed up to this... Pricket... and stood silently a little way off.


(I think we should sstop now Melie, give Kal a chance.)

(ya.. I got to go anyways, bye)

(8'3 Aw, Danke!)

As he stood, his heavy breathing ceased as he sensed a presence behind him. Whipping his head around, he saw before him another Irken.

Tandra stood, expressionless, weapons hanging visibly off of her.
"You Pricket?" She asked bluntly.

Pricket remained alert. "Yes. Why?" He suddenly reached in to something tied around his jeans; what came up was a sharp pocket knife. It was soon towards the newcomer. "You an official come to arrest me again? Come to experiment on me? To extract what's left of my Mutant DNA?"

((can I join? I'd probably just use Dem and Mir!))

((sorry, new person))
name:DEM



height-5ft.
weight-unknown
features-blue trench coat, with a pink under shirt. Has a comunicator on her left antenna.
eye color-purple
weapon(s)-a laser gun is strapped to her leg
type-exinvader
date of birth-unknown
gender-female
species-irken
background- She was created as a super weapon to pretect irk. At 14 she went insane and killed hundreds of irkens.She was banned from irk and didn't know what for. She had never known she wasa weapon. She still doesn't. She was banned and sent to earth. Thats what that sticky on the map is for.
allies-anyone who is nice to her
enemies-she doesn't know it, but half of irk is her enemy.
first appearance-in a test tube
powers-unspeakable powers that is forbiden to be talked about on irk.
other-Has a sir unit named Mir that likes to dress up as a cow. Isn't exactly the brightest color in the crayon box.... Is almost exactly like Gir only a 'female' robot. Has purple eyes as well.

Tandra batted Pricket's knife hand away from her.
"I've been hired to protect you. I am to assist you in whatever it is you are doing here and make sure you aren't killed in the process." Tandra told him sharply. She hadn't blinked the whole time; blinking was something she didn't do frequently enough for it to be normal.
She shrugged, her movements still slightly stiff. "I'm at your disposal."

Pricket, still alert, raised his eyebrows. Should I trust her? Or should I shrug her off? From the looks of it, she looks like quite a fighter... an assassin? Considering if she is an assassin, she can protect me from all these wretched palace guards and all those after me. He closed up his knife and hid it back in a leg. "Okay," he agreed. "But who hired you? And why me?"

"I don't know who hired me and I don't know why." Tandra said flatly. She was never able to put much emotion in her voice. "All I know is that you're worth a lot of money to me alive. So I plan to keep you that way."

Pricket snorted. Was this her idea of protection? He coughed quietly, opening his mouth to say something when a larger shadow loomed over his. He turned arund slowly, knowing the guard he had been watching was right behind him.

Sure enough, this big brute of an Irken brought a sharp staff down on Pricket's figure. Because of his Mutant past, he saw it coming a few seconds earlier than he had done it. He swiftly took a move to the left, springing up at the guard's face with the pocket knife unseathed again. With one jab, he thrust the knife into the side of the guard's skull, into his brain. He fell over into the main road, eyes wide with shock.

Tandra looked calmly at the dead Irken. "Just get in the damn ship," she told him.

Again, Pricket snorted, following her lead. Shouts and footsteps of other Irken guards approaching told him to quicken his pace. Climbing in, he hid in the far back, lest his 'protecter' be caught and fought with for a couple minutes.

Tandra climbed inside the pilot's seat, steadying the aim. She pointed it to the people who were advancing on them. A net that was attached to the underside of her ship's wing blasted out and encircled them.
But this was no ordinary net. It was enormous, and electronically fastened around it's target. When it had the people trapped, it locked them in. The net could be cut by almost nothing, and when it had the target trapped, it heated up very quickly and emitted brain scrambling waves to whatever was trapped -- effectively turning the victims' brains to mush and rendering the corpse unidentifyable by sight alone.
Of course, any of these features could be turned off, but Tandra often chose not to.

As the net enveloped the rushing guards, Pricket stared with interest as they were killed quite gruesomely. Wincing slightly, he crouched back inside where he was, eyeing his pilot's rear head.

Tandra tapped a code into a small control panel to her right, and the net freed itself of the burnt and scarred corpses. It folded back up, not seeming to mind the blood and suspiscious grey fluid that was slowly leaking from the bodies' heads, and returned to it's under-wing cradle.

"This'll probably reach them quite soon," Pricket said, shuffling and fixing his posture.

"Probably. But some of these guys know me." Tandra told him with an evil grin.

"Oh? Like who?"

"Old acquaintances who'll be willing to... Look the other way, for the right price," she said, remembering the last time she had been here.

"Holy s***!" An irken girl screamed and fell onto her knees. She had just rounded the corner and seen the horror unfold, and, I must say, she wasn't exactly happy about it.
((Let's just pretend that this is before she went insane and killed millions/thousands of people, kay? Right now, she is a hyper active teenager, not nearly as smart and capable of using her powers or calling them forth at will. She's just a regual invader-or thinks she is- that patrols certain areas of the Irken Empire, in an Invader outfit.))
'I can't let them get away!' She thought, clearly scare out of her wits. "M-MIR!" She yelled, whipping around, "c-come here!"
The sir unit hit the wall and several other things, flinging itself at the charred bodies, laughing like a maniac all the way through. It returned to her, flying, and grabbed her by the hand, flinging the poor girl onto the window of their ship.
"Oh, fudge," She stated, her words muffled on account of that her mouth was smushed onto the window.

Pricket, surprised to see a female newcomer on their windshield, squeaked a bit of a scream. He made desperate gestures towards his pilot, incase she didn't see. But then again, she wasn't that stupid, was she?

She lifted her head from the window and shook it voilently. Her whole world was spinning.
"M-MIR?" She asked warily.
The sir unit clambered onto her back and hit the window with its fist, braking it.

Tandra fired the second net. As it was flying through the air towards the strange new girl, Tandra disabled the the fatal features. The girl could be usefull...
As the the girl and her robot fell into the piloting area of the ship, Trandra said; "I don't like it when people break my windows."
She stared down coldly at the figure on the floor.

Pricket followed suit, also glaring down at the figure. She looked awful familiar... He racked his brain, trying to recall any time prior to this moment where he had seen her.

Tandra wondered what she could do with the girl... Not kill her. Yet. She looked like an Invader, she was wearing the uniform. Hmm. A lot of potential fun here.