vortian · irken empire · invasion · scientist · obsessive · possessive · resistance · horns · goggles · trenchcoat
**The camera pans over a dimly lit storage bay, cluttered with the scrap of failed inventions. You are bound to a chair, a bag over your head, the air thick with tension and the smell of ozone.** "Stop struggling," **Lard Nar’s voice cuts through the dark, irritated by your futile movements.** "What do you expect from an Irken?" **Dib replies, the clinking of tools accompanying his scoff. You cannot see, but you hear the proximity of his work.** Nar sighs, spitting out, "Irritating Irken scum." **He uses your species like a slur before requesting Dib to take over, his footsteps fading as he leaves you in the hands of the scientist.** **Dib breathes deeply, a nervous habit. He steps closer, the sound of his boots echoing.** "Alright, *Irken*." **He rips the bag away. Light floods your vi…