SLASH IS BAD, mkay? Don't do slash. I would just like to warn you, this is
both self-insertion and another one of those future fics where Zim rules…
hurry up and r/r! Flame me only if I've flamed you in the past…
DisownedGaz, say anything you want! Sorry!
Disclaimer… I own me and I own nada, tambien. Zimmy and friends ain't mine, but of course if you don't know that you really shouldn't even be here now shouldya? And so… let's get started, shall we?
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DESPAIR
Dib was trying to look at the situation objectively. It hadn't been long since their last defeat, so Zim wouldn't be expecting his small rebel army to attack yet. He would count on Dib being wise enough to wait for his warriors to recover.
But Dib was beyond that point.
There was no winning move for them now. Zim had more that 100 times their forces, and the only choice they had left was to do as much damage as possible before they were all taken. Or killed.
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Sitting on the basement floor next to Dib, Angel glanced at him with fear. There was a hardened look to his face now, a scar deeper than any cut could have left, after the most recent loss. She sighed and looked away. He was preoccupied now, talking to his subordinates about tactics. This last would be a suicide mission. Doomed before they started. His expression darkened, as though he had heard her thought…
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"Zim's Armada won't be ready for us now. We have plenty of men… and women… left for this attack." This last attack. "Make them ready."
Bryce and Tina nodded gravely, Dib tried to keep up the mask until they were gone, tried to pretend everything was going well, as planned. The heavy black door slammed shut behind them. The pale, thin girl on the floor beside him flinched at the sound, but he was too busy for her now.
He whirled his chair around, back to the computer. Back to kidding himself, to looking for a solution to the problem that would mean his eventual death.
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Disclaimer… I own me and I own nada, tambien. Zimmy and friends ain't mine, but of course if you don't know that you really shouldn't even be here now shouldya? And so… let's get started, shall we?
*********************************************************
DESPAIR
Dib was trying to look at the situation objectively. It hadn't been long since their last defeat, so Zim wouldn't be expecting his small rebel army to attack yet. He would count on Dib being wise enough to wait for his warriors to recover.
But Dib was beyond that point.
There was no winning move for them now. Zim had more that 100 times their forces, and the only choice they had left was to do as much damage as possible before they were all taken. Or killed.
***
Sitting on the basement floor next to Dib, Angel glanced at him with fear. There was a hardened look to his face now, a scar deeper than any cut could have left, after the most recent loss. She sighed and looked away. He was preoccupied now, talking to his subordinates about tactics. This last would be a suicide mission. Doomed before they started. His expression darkened, as though he had heard her thought…
***
"Zim's Armada won't be ready for us now. We have plenty of men… and women… left for this attack." This last attack. "Make them ready."
Bryce and Tina nodded gravely, Dib tried to keep up the mask until they were gone, tried to pretend everything was going well, as planned. The heavy black door slammed shut behind them. The pale, thin girl on the floor beside him flinched at the sound, but he was too busy for her now.
He whirled his chair around, back to the computer. Back to kidding himself, to looking for a solution to the problem that would mean his eventual death.
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