While not having a PAK revealed a new side of smeets, it also had its disadvantages physically speaking. It meant the PAK-less smeet in question wouldn't be able to heal as quickly, and was more susceptible to viruses and infections, leading to illnesses, which in turn led to endless wailing.
That's what most initially assumed regarding birthed-smeets, that they'd cry endlessly while ill. They were wrong.
No one noticed something was wrong with Ilk until Tenn came to feed her (Red and Purple were away at that time, their presence was required on Irk to deal with... something) and Ilk refused to eat. It was then that Tenn also noticed she was pale, and when she touched her she was boiling hot.
Everybody in the Massive panicked. If Tallest Red returned and found his daughter in that state he'd look for someone to blame; but if he found out they didn't inform him of this it would be much worse.
He hated to be the last in finding out about anything (ask Purple, he can tell you).
Ilk was immediately taken to the infirmary, where the scientists ran tests and many other science-stuff to try and figure out what was wrong with her, but overall WHY she was sick. Meanwhile they tried to keep her temperature estable, but still it was dangerously high. Ilk whimpered constantly, refusing to eat and sleep.
Meanwhile, the Invaders drew heights to see who would be the one to inform the Tallest what was going on the next time they called to ask how Ilk was doing. Unfortunately for Skoodge, he was the shortest, so now he stood nervously before the transmission screen as the call was taken and the Tallest appeared.
"Alright, where is my baby girl?" Red chirped, expecting to see Ilk giggling and holding out her arms to him, only to find Skoodge. "Oh, it's you." he said in bitter disappointment.
Skoodge automatically saluted. "G-Greetings, My Tallest!"
"So, where's Ilk?" Purple asked, munching on some chips. "It's been already been three hours and I miss her!"
"W-Well, Ilk's..." Skoodge's tongue knotted (literally).
"Well, don't you stand there! Go fetch Ilk so I can see her beaming little smile!" Red snapped impatiently.
"I'm afraid there's a little... problem, My Tallest..." one of the navigators quickly added before he lost it, if only to give Skoodge a few more seconds of life.
"What do you mean with a problem?" Red snapped.
Purple shrugged. "Let me guess, she crawled into the ventilation system again? Just put a donut in the opening and she'll come crawling before you can say 'sweet irk'."
"It's not that, it's..." Skoodge gulped. Bob rolled his eyes and stepped unto the short Invader's foot, making him blurt it out at once. "SHE'S ILL!"
Purple nearly choked on the chips and Red spat a mouthful of soda before roaring. "WHAT?!"
"Shesreallyhotshewonteatandshesintheinfirmary!" Skoodge blurted out too quickly, but the Tallest managed to hear the word infirmary.
With that, the transmission was cut off on the other side, meaning the Tallest were on their way back to the Massive. Indeed, in less than twenty minutes Red's angry voice could already be heard within the Irken flagship. "WHERE IS SHE?!"
"My Tallest, calm down-!"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! TELL ME WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS BEFORE I THROW YOU ALL OUT OF THE AIRLOCK!"

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The Smeet
FanfictionThough the rather old-fashioned practice of reproducing biologically and raising the smeets by hand is often considered retrograde and unorthodox, a small percent of the Irken population still did it. Not all Irkens possess the long-run patience to...