Umm… Hey, everyone! I posted this story on Gir's Board many, many moons ago. It was somewhat of a hit, but I never finished it. I decided to go ahead and tie up all the loose ends of this fic before I go to college.
Eh, this story contains a lot of language, death, and spirituality (at least as close as you can get to spirituality concerning Invader Zim). Don't read it if you don't want to, reviews and criticism are welcome, but I'm already on page about page 200 on this, so don't come up with any plot-changing ideas.
This story is split up into four different books. Book One is about the main character, Ros, and her life on Irk and on Earth. Book Two is about Ros' life after Earth and Zim's quest to get her back home to Earth. Book Three continues Zim, Ros, and Dib's lives after all of them are returned to Earth and explores Ros' past. Book Four is the last part, where it explores life and death, along with a further battle between heaven and hell. It's a very in-depth fic… Serious in some parts, playful in others…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zim. It belongs to Jhonen, yo!
Ros Story--
Most would be individualists, but not Ros. Even her name was average. In her graduating class there were 1563 girls who had the name Ros. And 47 who spelt it Roz. The small Irken marched down the busy streets of Relativia, the housing planet. She lived in a small apartment by herself. Her job was mediocre, so was her life. She made her way to her acceptingly average purple and lavender voot cruiser so she could go to a job interview. The poor Irken blended in so much that you couldn't tell her apart from most of the other Irkens. Ros knew inside that she was a different Irken with her own thoughts and actions, but it's hard to make others notice. She got into her voot cruiser and pressed various buttons to make it start. It wouldn't. She growled irritatingly. Ros hopped out and checked the engine. Cruiser mechanics were something that she picked up on a long time ago. Some plug became loose that she forced back into its socket. The motor suddenly started to churn. She smiled and ran back in her cruiser. That ought to hold it until she got to her job interview. Ros was trying to get a job as a BEUS, or Beat Em Up Squad. She was pretty forceful if she wanted to be. She flied to a different planet that didn't have a name quite yet, but was to the home the Beat Em Up Squad registration center. She walked in the large building that was placed in the middle of the miniscule planet. She walked into the lobby that was large and elaborately designed. There was desk more towards the right and Ros walked up to the secretary.
"Is this where the BEUS registration is being held?" she asked. The secretary looked down at Ros and gave her a strange look.
"Fifth floor," she said sternly. Ros sighed and went up the elevator. It made five small tones and then the door opened. She was nearly shocked to see a room full of men staring at her. She cautiously stepped through the room and to the desk at the far end. The Irken at the desk had his face buried in a pile of paperwork, but he seemed to know she was there.
"Number?" he asked.
"K-13-1086," she answered. The guy wrote it down on another sheet of paper.
"Name?" he asked again.
"Ros," she replied silently. The man lifted his head and looked down at her.
"You're a girl," he said in amazement.
"Yes, I am," Ros answered. She could sense what was about to happen.
"Are aware that this is mostly a male-oriented job?" he asked with a questioning look.
"I'm aware of that, but does it really matter?" she asked back.
"I suppose not, go on ahead into the training room," he sighed, slowly shaking his head.
"What? I've been waiting over an hour to go into the training room!" one of the guys shouted.
"Hey, hey, hey!" another yelled, "Ladies first, remember?" Ros growled silently and walked through. The next room was virtually empty. There was a guy operating the computer booth.
"Can I help you, young lady?" he asked.
"I'm Ros. I'm here for the Beat Em Up Squad," she hissed. Ros didn't even wait for him to reply and stepped into a small booth. It was white with lots of grid lines. She stared wickedly at the man at the booth. He quickly started to press buttons that made the white walls blur into a space background. Pallid stars dotted the room. She was lifted off the ground by the anti-gravity sensors. Soon, a Meekrob appeared before her ready to fight. She growled and threw a punch at the smaller alien. It flew off in the opposite direction and soon out of sight.
"Too easy," she said to herself. She floated in other directions looking for another alien, but one never came. Soon, the sky disappeared and she fell on the ground. "Hey, what happened?" she asked angrily.
"That's it," the man at the control booth answered.
"That's all?" she asked. "That was nothing!"
"Sorry, but that's as far as we go with girls," he sighed. Ros had never felt so angry before in her life. "Don't call us, we'll call you." She nearly screamed as she stormed out through the door into the waiting room. The guys looked up at her without words. It was a good thing, too, because Ros would have probably punched them if they uttered a singly syllable. After going down the elevator and through the lobby again, she made it back to her voot cruiser. She was planning to get that job today she didn't make plans for anything else the rest of the morning, much less evening.
"What am I going to do?" she cried. She leaned on the side of her cruiser and sobbed.
"Are you alright?" someone asked.
Ros looked up. A bright red sun blocked most of the mystery Irken's face except his eyes. There were a deep red, not maroon or pink like most others.
"I'm just fine," Ros sniffed.
"I'm not one to judge, but you don't look fine," he answered. Ros quickly shot an angry look at him. "Sorry, didn't mean anything by it." He sat down against the voot cruiser next to her. This was when she finally got a good look at him. He was wearing a black shirt, tight black pants, wide gloves with buckles, and boots with zippers all over them. He seemed so foreign, like no Irken she had ever seen before.
"I like your outfit," she laughed over her tears.
"Thanks. I like it, too," he sighed. "What's your name?"
"Ros," she answered.
"Jak," he replied. He held out his hand casually, and she took it into her own and shook. He had an average name just like she did. "I hope you weren't just joking about my clothes earlier."
"No, not at all! It's unique. I know I'd never have the guts to dress like that," she sighed.
"What makes you so sure? I think you'd look hot dressed as a punk," he laughed. He seemed so much nicer than the stereotype that she had heard so many other Irkens proclaim.
"Are you hitting on me?" she giggled.
"It was worth a shot," he grunted as he got up from the ground. He looked at her cruiser. "Woah, this is a nice voot!"
"You must be kidding. It hardly runs!"
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure I can get some of my buddies at the shop to give you a special rebate," he said, winking at her. Ros couldn't help be feel a slight, deep green blush creep up her cheeks. She turned her head quickly and coughed.
"Thanks," she said softly, rubbing her antenna. He continued looking at her cruiser, rubbing the engines and whistling.
"This must be an old job. A classic!" he commented. There was a small moment where nothing was spoken. Ros felt in the pit of her squeedily spooch a nervousness with each passing second. The moment was harshly interrupted when a loud beeping came out from the boy's PAK. He seemed to cringe at the sound. "Dammit, it's her again," he sighed, walking away from her voot cruiser. "Keep in touch, okay? Meet me here tomorrow, same time." She turned to ask him where to meet again, but he was gone.
On the ride home, Ros couldn't help but think about what had happened. It was so strange that a guy would actually see something in her. She made it back to Relativia without much traffic. After one minute of stepping into her horribly maroon and pink room, she ran out of the room and down the street. She had remembered seeing in a local shopping center a store that sold things like Jak was wearing. She finally found it. It was a store called "Club Q." She stepped in. She had never been in there before, but she loved it. After making several trips around the shop picked out a pair of gloves with a big silver buckle on it, bigger boots with rubber grips under them, and a new, darker maroon shirt with a black circle in the middle. At the register, she saw a little box with a girl Irken on it.
"What are these?" she asked to cashier.
"Those are antennae extensions. The best ones you can do at home that monies can buy!" he answered.
"Great! I'll take them!" She put the box with the other accessories that were then transferred to a bag. She happily skipped out the store and back to her apartment. She tried on her new clothes and they looked great on her. "Jak was right," she thought out loud, "I do look hot like this." She spun around the room in happiness and landed on her bed. After lying there for several minutes, she fell asleep.
Jak walked into a dark room. Really dark. It was strange, since the room was usually well lit and busy with daily activity. He held his hand out in front of him and saw nothing. Knowing his was around the room well enough, he made his through the darkness and up to a pair of bright green eyes that stood out in the dark.
"Jak!" a woman's voice bellowed. "You were not at Tallest Training today. What is your excuse?"
"I'm sorry, my Tallest, but I had to stop at the BEUS station to get a check up on how the new recruits are doing," he answered.
"And?" she asked him to continue. Somehow, his current Tallest seemed to know that there was more to his story.
"And I met a girl in the parking lot that looked like she was going through some sort of crisis. I thought that I would calm her down so it took me longer than expected to leave." The Tallest sighed heavily and a few rustles were heard. She stepped into the light revealing a very old and extremely weak Almighty Tallest Miyuki.
"Jak, you need to understand the conditions we're under," she sighed.
"Miyuki, you shouldn't be up!" Jak warned.
"Don't worry about me," she reassured. "Now Jak, you are the best Tallest trainee that this race has to offer. Not only does the way you dress teeter what others think, but your entire attitude towards your job makes you seem not worthy for the career as ruler of the empire!"
"Then why do you think I'm so great to become a Tallest? I never asked to be a trainee in the first place!"
"I find trust in you, and I know you will lead us to victory for universal domination," she gasped. Her breathing became raspy and hoarse.
"Miyuki! Are alright?" he shouted. The horribly thin Irken began to waver. "MIYUKI!" he screamed. He ran over to her as she was beginning to fall and caught her.
"Jak," she gasped, "do what your heart follows. Become a Tallest. Do it for me."
"My Tallest…" he cried softly. He laid her gently on the floor and ran out of her old thrown room.
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That's it for chapter one. Tell me you think, I'd like that...