The following is a story of my own creation based on Invader Zim, which I do not own. A series of thrilling tales of action, comedy, possibly romance, and of course insanity. Please feel free to give comments or suggestions. Hope you enjoy!

Invader Zim:

GALACTIC ADVENTURES

Chapter One:

Part One:

The Nightmare Continues

"GIR! Put that down at once! You're going to cause an explosion!" cried the Irken Invader, a look of terror and frustration upon his green face.

"Awww, master sounds grumpy... somebody needs a hug!" The little robot dropped the cylinder that was in his hands, causing the Irken to flinch. The Standard Information Retrieval unit ran wildly and extended his arms, trying to hug his master determinedly. Luckily there was no explosion, however GIR managed to latch himself around his Irken master's torso, squeezing tightly.

"GIR! Release me this at once! Zim.. cannot breath.. " Zim choked. He clawed and shoved at the eccentric little SIR unit, trying to pry him off. After several moments GIR spyed the toy stuffed moose lying on the floor and promptly let go of his master, bolting to collect his toy.

"YAY! Moose!" He then proceeded to roll around on the floor, hugging and playing with the toy moose. Zim let out a long sigh, turning away from his servant and back to his vid screen and looked up at it longingly.

He'd been on Earth for five years now. Well, five earth years. Five long years, filled with attempts to destroy the little blue world. Plots, plans, schemes, none of which had succeeded in making the planet ripe for conquest by the Irken Armada carrying out Operation Impending Doom II. Try as he might, his ingenius ploys were nearly always faulted. Whether by the obnoxious Dib-monkey, his own servant, GIR, or his own bad luck. Five years, and he'd managed to save Earth more times than he'd come close to dooming it. He had come close though... oh so very close...

Shutting his large red eyes, Zim leaned forward and rest both of his hands on the console. It'd been a hard habit to break, giving status reports to the Armada. Nearly two years had passed since the Almighty Tallest had become so fed up with Zim, they spelled out everything so clearly, that he could no longer believe that everyone was lying to him. In truth, the Tallest were the only one's lying to him. His mission was a lie. A great, big, mockery of lies and deceipt! And more lies! The Tallest sent him on a 'secret mission' to a 'vital planet' for the Armada. The reality was that the Almighty Tallest wanted nothing more than to get rid of Zim, whose his overeagerness and thirst for conquest ruined Operation Impending Doom I. Zim could see it now. Earth was such a backwater planet, the Irken Empire had no desire to acquire it. His world shattered around him as the Tallest laid things out. It was never official, but as far as they were concerned, he, Zim, was defective. The Tallest rebanished him, though instead of FoodCourtia, they simply forbid him from returning home to Irk or having any further interaction or communication with the Empire. With a sudden wave of emotion, he opened his eyes slightly and clenched his hand into a fist, slamming it against the console.

"Zim is -not- defective." he growled through gritted teeth. Zim hadn't yet figured out what could be wrong with him to warrant being labeled as 'defective'. He was brilliant, ingenious, and resourceful. But why was he still on Earth if neither he nor it were any importance to the Empire? Even though his mission was fake, he'd continued attempting to conquer the little blue planet. Perhaps it was his pride that refused to let up and prove to everyone that the blood of an Invader ran deep within him. Like giant, radioactive rubber pants. The pants commanded him! Or maybe it was because he had no where else to go. Sad as it sounded, Earth was now more of a home than Irk was. He was almost completely alone. The only companions of his were GIR and the computer A.I. brain that was integrated into the house. There was only one being that he now felt a very, -very- slight kinship with. The Irken Tak, who'd come to Earth seeking revenge on him. She nearly stole his 'mission' from him in effort to humiliate Zim and appease the Tallest in naming her an Invader in his place. He despised her, yet admired her nerve. He now had some idea how she must have felt in her 'exile' as a janitorial drone on Dirt, even if he still didn't beleive it was really his fault. He did still loathe her, of course. Growling loudly again as his thoughts again dwelled on his banishment. He raised a fist and shook it. "One day, which... is not today, they will rue that day that they cast aside the mighty ZIM!"

Looking at his reflection in the blank screen, he pondered on how much he'd changed. Eighteen earth months ago, Zim had a growth spurt. He had achieved a shocking new height that did not nearly give him a run for Almighty Tallest, but certainly would have given him considerable status. It was a good thing, since his routine hadn't changed much from day one. He still attended human 'Skool', and while he advanced through the ranks of their archaeic learning institution alongside his classmates, he did not change much. His cover would surely have fallen if he hadn't grown to his new stature. The Dib-monkey had constantly commented that Zim was so small compared to the rest of them, yet still no one noticed or simply didn't care what Dib had to say.

Dib and his sister, Gaz were the only two humans that Zim knew of that knew Zim was not human. Dib's constant efforts to thwart Zim's conquest of Earth and expose him as alien never let up, even as they entered 'Hi-Skool.' Interference became more and more infrequent as Zim's attempts became less and less enthusiastic. Zim would admit, lately he hadn't had any good ideas. Lately was an understatement. It had been quite some time since a plan of his had any merit at all. All in all, Zim had convinced himself it was best to take a break from bringing humanity to it's knees and merely blend in and bide his time.

This hiatus in world domination gave Zim some insight on human culture that he hadn't noticed before. In public, he managed to communicate more like them, using slang and curse words, though there were times where he would still go into a rant without realizing it. His disguise was still rather obvious, though only to Dib and Gaz. He still wore contact lenses over his red, Irken eyes, and he still wore a hairpiece that hid his antennae. Now it was a bit lengthier. Not by much, but enough to spike and make it more in keeping with 'teeeen-age' trends. He'd also taken to wearing human garments while in public. In place of his Irken uniform, he veiled himself in blue jeans and a dark red hoodie. He had not yet given up his gloves, but he did replace his Irken boots with more humanesque ones. Zim turned back to look in the mirror after he'd donned his disguise and narrowed his eyes, smirking widely. "Sometimes I amaze even myself..." Stepping into the lift along with Gir, they rose back up into his makeshift house that hid the base beneath it. He'd changed the exit that was the toilet, to the refridgeration unit which was more accomodating to his newer physical dimensions.

"GIR, I must go to Skool now. Mind the base and continue monitoring Earth broadcasts." Zim said calmly as he paused at the front door. He must have said it a million times before. The SIR unit stood up straight, the panels in his shoulders and chest, along with his eyes flashing a brilliant red as he saluted.

"Yes sir!" The moment Zim stepped out of his base, GIR turned cyan again and stuck his tongue out. Giggling madly to himself he plopped down on the couch and turned on their vid-screen. "I love this show..."

Several hours later...

Strolling up the walkway guarded by security gnomes, Zim had a very foul look on his face along with a nasty looking burn on his forehead. Someone had shoved his face into his tray of something called 'meet-lofe' during lunch and of course it didn't sit well with his flesh. The Irken paused and looked over his shoulder. A police cruiser sat parked across the cul-de-sac, though no human monkey sat inside. No, he was being paranoid. There's no way the human creatures knew of Zim, and if they did there would be more than a single law enforcement drone to seize him.

Shaking his head, Zim turned back and went through his front door. GIR had been sitting in the same place since Zim had left, staring in awe and amazement at the incredibly horrid Earth television programs. "GIR, status report." Zim commanded. The robot simply looked up at the Irken and waved excitedly.

"They gots some new tacos at the Krazy Taco Stand!" He giggled madly again, kicking his feet and looked up at the ceiling with longing. "I love the little tacos... I love them gooood."

"There was a visitor while you were away, master." The computer's bored, droning voice called out.

"WHAT? A visitor? Zim does not get visitors! Tell me you set the security gnomes on the intruder!" Cried the Irken irritably, looking from GIR to a screen which was lowering from the ceiling, showing what appeared to be footage of a human police officer knocking on the front door. The vid then showed GIR answering in his dog costume, the officer reaching down and patting GIR on the head before taking a step inside. After a moment the screen went fuzzy and displayed nothing but static for fifteen seconds before showing GIR sitting on the couch, watching TV. "GIR! You let that filthy human violate the sanctity of my base?"

"Oh yeah... he was nice! He gave me some candy!" The SIR unit held up a bright purple lollipop and waved it at Zim before sticking his tongue out and giving it a lick.

"Computer!" Zim shouted as he bolted for the lift in the refridgeration unit. "What was that blurry fuzzy nonsense? Run a diagnostic!" He climbed inside and began to descend down into the depths of his lair.

"Interference with the monitoring equipment. There was an attempted security breach on my systems after GIR let the human into the house."

"A breach? How far did it go? What was it after?" cried the Irken louder than ever, sounding slightly panicked.

"That is currently unknown. The pirate signal was cut off by the source as it stepped into the elevator."

"WHAT? You... you let this creature down here with all of my equipment? The police drone will surely call others to attempt to apprehend us! We'll be exposed! What's wrong with yoooouuuu?" The lift doors slid open to the control room of Zim's base and a tall figure hidden beneath a black duster and a wide brimmed hat stood staring at the vid-screen. An enormous star chart was being displayed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zim proclaimed loudly before rising up off the ground on his robotic spider legs, glaring at the intruder.

"He was granted access by using Irken military indentification." The computer droned casually, offering a yawn at the end. The figure turned away from the screen to face Zim. The duster's collar was buttoned shut, hiding the intruder's face. Raising it's head, Zim found himself staring into a pair of very dark blue Irken eyes.

"Wha-wha-whaaaaaa.." Was all Zim managed to sputter, the joints in his robotic spider appendages wobbling slightly, causing him to slump and look considerably less threatening. He shook in place slightly before the arms retracted into his PAK, letting him fall onto his Irken butt. The figure approached, towering over him and with a steely voice he called out,

"Invader Zim..."

Notes: Starts out a tad seriously. Don't you worry, we're just blending in with the indiginous life, analyzing their weaknesses, and preparing the planet for the coming badness. Yay.