news/disclaimer : I do not own Invader Zim , or Gundamn wingorlenoreorharrypotter or ... okay , lets just leave this with Zim before i bore my adoring public to death -- lol
Blackwing , Foxfire , Ivy , Cae , Raenaffel and Horuka are copyrighted by me .
And The peacemakers and the death Irkans are copyrighted by Aqua !!

4/15/02

--the good news today ?
There are only eight and some weeks until high school's out for summer !!
...and you know what that means dont you ? ... UFOS !!
Heheh , just kidding ..

YES! NEW CHAPS TO MY OLD WRITING !!!
And to start with my new era of this season , this story is continuing the Asent collection .
-- this is about Zim and Blackwing ; and the days of the draft for the Irken Armada .
If you hadnt read the others that aqua and i wrote of him ; Blackwing is zim's brother . He is one of four of Zim's siblings , (one of which is deseased ) , that were born to Purple and Raenaffel long before the armada was surfaced to the public on Irk .
I hope you enjoy all of this .

thank you .

-ZimLover_05

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For my sister Aqua .
God rest your souls in the west ,
and may he help guide you through the Labyrinth of time .

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" Angels that are forced from heaven , must become Demons . "
- Blackwing
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Chapter One : Blackwing


I can still smell the musk of the ship .
I can still feel the electricity buzzing through my bones .


The crusier was traveled ;
a relic that had been passed into service because of the misson .
Once elegant , and used perhaps for the officals and their wives going on vacation .
Time had turned it into something ornately decrepid . Filthy brass frames held the yellowed glass in place , and packing popped out from beneath chapped scaly seats ,
along with a few annoying springs that would impale our asses every once and awile .
Like myself , most of the recruits on the passage in were young men and girls -- some barely turning teenage .
Other than being on the same " side" , as we were brought up into , we had nearly nothing in common .
...Uncertanty ,
fright ,
a slight amneisa too --

These were the only real bonds that connected us .

We were also alike in that that we wore .
By truck and men the sweaters and boots of those killed were returned to the capital for cleansing and repair .
The under-sleeves of my sweater were jaggedly ripped ; frivolusly mended , and the chest had dark blood stains underneath.
I couldn't help thinking about the man who had died inside of them .
I wondered who he been and how he lived . who he loved . who he was loved by --how he died .

Would i , too , be murdered in the uniform ? Would it be passed along to another who would think of me too ... and who id been ?

Foxfire . my dear child . would she one day wear these to the ship?

I shook my head , cursing to Purple even though i knew he couldnt hear .

No . It would not be that way . She would not die ..
..not by the hands of father .
not like mom .

The ship carring the forty of us departed early , before the acid sun had a chance to see me ..before i had a chance to bid it goodbye .
IT was Febuary 14th .
My birthing-day .
I told no one . Not even my brother . The fact that it was , was of no importance , except my own .

" You are nothing ...Your people are everything . "

That was a motto of the Armada , or the I.A. , the Invaders .

For five turns the words had been branded into my brain ; but not sitting there on the ship had i felt them so cruely : I was nothing compared to the others ; Not me , nor my half grown sisters , nor even my dead or living brothers were worth fighting for .
According to father , only my race mattered .

" You were birthed to die for us ."

When i was first drafted, the larger of our countrys were annexed by the council to create Omar; a training camp for the soligers .
In Autumn the war began ; on that first week we invaded Blorch. It fell to us in sixteen short days . Convencia , Tigrin and what is now Foodcourtia by the end of that turn had all fallen . Clearly no longer was it Irk that my father Lusted after --
it was all of our sector -- and even more .
Early in the war , one of our allies had been the Death Irkans -- known as the blood drinkers .
The alliance had been a false one from the start : Them , under the lead of a man called Kaz were a communist race ; Purple was an Anti-communist ,
And it became blatantly clear that he did not trust Kaz any more than we trusted Purple with our dead .

.. In Summer , we attacked them as well .

A cloud of confusion swept over ivy and i as the elemination of another of our natural races were called for .
... To the south , a democratic and Monarch people , who were neither Death Irkan , nor Invader ; were the Peacemakers .
My mother , Raenaffel , was born into the heirline to Katarina and Sebastian during the 1970s .
As wise as the sun , and as gentile was a flower , she was revered in the court for her judgements , wether good or evil .

Purple , taken in by her body and wealth , wooed her shamelessly , with the notion of his immenant crowning at hand .
Turns fluxxed quicker than i can recall , and to them were sired five children . One or more fated to carry on the war after he was dead .

..But with us , there was a prince to be paid -- and to this day , i dont truely know if my exsistance was worth it . No matter what she told me .
For Purple's cells were toxic to hers , being of another blood , and with our births came a disease , that killed her slowly and quietly . Bit by bit .

Mother dead , and father in power , we now lived in mortal terror of being found out. And i felt greatly torn . By birth , every one of us was half peaceling . Yet Omar was my home , and i wore the marks of it everyday -- the black pants , dark gloves , long boots , and telltale sweater .

Before mother passed on , and any of this had happened , everything was so simple . I had enjoyed most of my schooling --the sports , the camps , gym , even the self -defense course , which i normally tended to despise , just like her .
Best of all were the dances and other things that the girl's school down the road attended .

But fate had a promise in the long comming to wipe it all out .

A sick little joke .

--The bastard .
I no longer had time for counting the years . Time for love or weakness ,
both which were forbidden emotions then ; not by choice , but by rule and breeding .

Nomatter .

I was always alone . I was born alone , and was taught to die alone .
That , was why i knew Purple felt the grief for his mate somewhere .

He had many a consort -- stilted emerald beauties with sometimes half-blind eyes from catching the sickness alterately .

A harem birthed of Plauge .

But no matter how many maidens were housed in his bride-couch , i always saw the fallen look in his deepset eyes .
Rae was dead , and he knew it .

Enjoy it you fucker .

I never will .