Lost

The New Doctor

Alright, before we start, I'm going to point something out: this fic takes place four years after the end of The Smeet. Though it's not obligatory to read it beforehand, I recommend you do take a look at it if you wish to better understand certain aspects of this story. By now, Ilk herself is nine years old (the equivalent of a teenage human, approx.), so she has grown taller and wiser.

Well, without any further ado, enjoy!

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The Massive. Somewhere Within Deep Space...

Working in the Massive was perhaps one of the most desired jobs in the Irken Empire.

Not only did it pay well-unless you are a service drone, of course-, but it gave anybody the chance to impress the Almighty Tallest and get on their good graces. And that doesn't happen very often

Only the best of the best (and tallest of the tallest, though not more than the Almighty Tallest) were considered by the Control Brains to be assigned to the flagship of the Armada, most of those chosen were Elites from any division, though the most abundant job was either that of a navigator, a cook or a medic.

Lena was very happy the Control Brains on Irk assigned her to work on the Massive as the third option.

She was one of the best medical technicians, and also one of the most brilliant to ever graduate from the Academy.

Not to mention she was pretty tall too; if she stood face to face with one of the Almighty Tallest, one could notice she was only about six inches shorter than them.

Her body was unique too; compared to other Irkennettes she had a thin waist and big hips, both covered in a bright aquamarine bodice which matched her blue-green eyes and a long white skirt that touched the ground. Her PAK was of the white variety, showing her status as a Medical Class technician.

"Here we are, doctor Lena," the pilot of the spittle runner announced as they neared the Irken flagship. "The Massive, pride and joy of the Irken Armada."

Lena's eyes widened as she stared at the colossal ship through the window. It was even bigger in person, and it was surrounded by hundreds, no, thousands of smaller ships that composed the rest of the Armada.

After landing in the hangar, Lena tentatively looked around in awe at the big amount of ships and vessels parked in there; some were taking off to join the communion of vessels outside while others landed in their place to have their tanks refilled or for the pilot to stretch his/her legs.

Then again it wasn't named the Massive for anything, right?

Lena had to snap herself out of her admiring. Okay, now that I'm here I should report myself to the Tallest. Where to find them...? Perhaps she should ask around. She was new here, after all, and didn't know her way around the place. She neared towards the nearest soldier. "Excuse me?"

The soldier in question, who turned out to be an Irkennette like her, instantly went rigid and saluted, waving her antenna as a greeting. "Invader Tenn, ma'am."

Lena nodded. Impeccable manners. "Where may I find the Almighty Tallest, Invader Tenn?"

"Tallest Red is... busy for the time being, but you will find Tallest Purple in the bridge. I can escort you there if you wish, ma'am."

Lena nodded again. "That's very nice of you. Lead the way."

She followed Tenn through the long corridors, passing by lots of crewmen, guards and soldiers, all of them shorter than Lena, and as such showing the respect that implied.