Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim.
Plot: Dib goes to Irk with Tak, Lard Nar, and another Vortian. Will his plan go accordingly?
NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and
my friend, Aku. Her ID is 1208984.
Please do not use any of our
ideas for your own fanfictions or claim them to be your own.
Thank
you.
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"CAPTAIN, SIR! IT ATE YOUR
CHAIR!" yelled the urgent voice of a male Vortian. He had a
slight Irish-sounding accent. He was wearing a white coat with a
brown shirt on under it shirt, cream-colored pants pants, black
gloves, and black sunglasses. Like all Vortians, he had sharp teeth,
three fingers on each hand, light horn-like antennae, and toeless
stilt-like legs. He had gray skin.
The Vortian tripped over his
feet and found himself on the cold metal floor of the Resisty ship.
He quickly picked himself up and bounded towards the door that led to
the captain's study. The door slid open automatically when he neared
it.
Inside, another Vortian was looking at a hologram that displayed a map obtained from satellite dishes around Earth. The Vortian's name was Lard Nar, and he was the captain of The Resisty. He was just over four feet tall. He wore a blue suit with two black belts that had cyan buckles. On his face was a pair of blue goggles with green lenses that resembled the lovely color of vomit.
Lard Nar's eyes were wide in horror when he heard the other Vortian. He immediately stopped what he was doing. "OH, OH BLOODY HELL! NOT THE CHAIR! Tex, I thought we contained that thing!" He leaped down from the table he was standing on and hurried out of the room. Tex followed him out to the main control deck.
"We got it under control, Sir!" shouted a brown alien wearing a dark green outfit. He and several other members of the crew were standing around an enormous metal box. Behind them was the captain's chair, or where it would have been, anyway. What remained was a broken robotic arm.
Lard Nar fell to his hands and knees and let his head
drop. "WHY! OF ALL THE THINGS, THE PEOPLE IT COULD HAVE
DESTROYED!"
He didn't mean it, but was obviously upset. After
a moment of silent breathing, he returned to an upright position and
slowly nodded at Spleenk. "Right, then... Are you positive it
won't escape this time?"
"No, Sir!" Spleenk responded promptly.
"Hmm... Well we are almost there. It won't be in our hands for long," Lard Nar said with the hope of getting the energy experiment delivered to Zim's doorstep within the next hours. He smiled as he realized something. "Knowing Zim, he'll probably end up being devoured by it. That, or he'll transport it to the Tallest without any confinement and they will be devoured."
Lard Nar pointed to the room he had come out of. "I located where Zim is on a map. It's close to where our last ship self-destructed," he said, frowning when mentioning what happened. He lowered his hand. "We're going to land in a rural area nearest to the city he's in, and someone is going to bring the energy experiment to his front door." He paused. "Uhh... or we could just fly overhead and drop it."
"I vote for flying overhead," Tex replied quickly, not eager to transport the heavy box on foot, especially on a planet with a strong gravitational pull. "As long as we don't miss... Though I guess dropping it through the roof of Zim's house wouldn't be too much of a bummer."
"Hmm... yes. The more I think about, the more that sounds like a better plan. Any objections to the dropping plan?" Lard Nar asked.
Amongst the crew, there were a few nods and no objections.
"Alright! We're going to Earth!"
