Okay, so some of you who already follow this story might be wondering, "Wait, what? What do you mean she just uploaded chapter one? I thought she was working on chapter seven!" Well, yes, I am, but I've been planning on doing this for a while, because it was really bugging me-I rewrote chapter one. I really hated the way I started this story, and as my writing skills have developed, I decided I wanted to open the story with something better quality than the old opening. So, without further ado, the new chapter one:

The figure walked on the cracked sidewalk with an air of confidence. Her mission wasn't simple, but, hey, she liked a challenge. She walked forward swiftly, knowing that the sooner she was there, the sooner she could be finished with her task, and thus the sooner she could return to her home with an honor which had been previously lost.

Behind her trailed a pink, swift-moving cat with violet eyes. These said eyes darted from left to right, seemingly awed by all that was around it. Someone with reason might see it and wonder if it were possible for a feline to have ADD, but not many people these days had such reason, so the overly excited cat gained no notice.

The figure leading the cat smiled. This would be a fun challenge.

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A certain green dog sat on the couch in a sort of trance, with all focus it could muster transfixed on the glowing image on the TV. All seemed to be quiet at the time, so of course fate would have it be at that exact time the doorbell rang. Said dog squealed happily, exclaiming, "Cheesecake monsters are hunting walruses!" as it hopped off the couch.

Deep below the house everyone's favorite Irken was working intently when he was alerted by his computer of the presence at the door. Irritated, he pushed a button in order to communicate with the spastic robot upstairs.

"GIR!" Zim spoke, "Do not answer the door until I come up. I need to put on my ingenious disguise, then I'll come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" Gir responded, seemingly in command mode for the time being. Zim smirked to himself.

"Good." He then cut the communication.

Upstairs, though, Gir quickly lost interest in listening to his master, and walked forward to open the door anyways. Once he had reached the door Zim was just now coming out of the kitchen-area.

He saw the robot about to answer the person waiting patiently outside, and tried to shout a warning. It was too late, though, and the spaz-bot was already sticking his head out the door and blabbering his greeting.

"Hi stranger-lady! You're pretty, I like you! You're hair's all pink! I like pink! Do you? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Huh? Huh?"

"Ignore the talking dog, he is just merely an...um...wind=up toy! Yes! Now who are you, pathetic human?" Zim shouted quickly, rushing forward to face the person who dared approach the house of ZIM!

The girl just stared for a moment, seeming to read him with her icy-blue eyes before asking, "Are you the Irken called Invader Zim?"

Zim was confused for a moment, before he attempted to put on his best stupid-face (which, mind you, wasn't very hard) and said, "Irken? What's an Irken? Now, begone with you before I call the human police on you, you pathetic female!"

Immediately the pink cat that had been sitting alert at it's master's feet shot up to Zim's shoulders and began rubbing her furry face on the Irken's green one. Zim stared a the feline for a few seconds before saying, "As you leave, would you also please call you're cat-beast off of Zim?"

The girl snickered evilly at Zim's discomfort, pushing a little bit of her unevenly cut sort, pink hair behind her ear. "Iva, desist." She said, though she did so with a bored tone, as if she wanted to watch the alien's discomfort for a little longer. The cat obeyed and hopped from Zim's shoulder to her master's, and resting in an alert, and soldier-like position

The girl smirked, looking Zim in the eyes. "You know, you're disguise isn't that great. We could improve it a bit, though, maybe upgrade you to a half-decent hologram, or something."

Zim frowned deeper. "What nonsense do you speak? ZIM IS AMAZING! You are simply crazy! Now leave the property of ZIM!"

The little kitty jumped down from her master's should as the girl shook her head, as if she were scolding a child. "I won't argue with you on the crazy thing, but I refuse to leave." She then smiled darkly. "You could say that we Irkens are stubborn like that."

"Eh? What are you-?" Zim began, before the girl started to change into a fast blur of colors. Eventually the blur disappeared, revealing a mint-colored Irken where the girl had previously been, and a SIR unit with glowing pink eyes and a dress-shaped body where the cat had been.

Glancing around quickly, Zim grabbed the girl-er, Irken, by the hand and pulled her inside his base,. The SIR, apparently named Iva, jumped in quickly with a joyful "Whee!" before the door was slammed. "Are you stupid or something?" Zim demanded of the female stranger.

Said stranger frowned upon hearing this. "No, I'm crazy, not stupid! You, however, seem to be the one who can't put two-and two together!"

"This has nothing to do with math!" Zim insisted. "Tell me who you are and why you are on this planet!" He looked angrily at the intruder's face, which held some oddities, such as her aqua-blue eyes and the scar that raked across her right eye.

"Fine," she said, her eyes narrowing with dislike. "I am Ex-Invader Ashta. My mission was cut short by the Tallests when they deemed my assigned planet as unnecessary to the Empire, and myself unfit to conquer. Not wanting to be a useless appendage to the Empire, I looked around for any nearby Invaders who I could assist, and I found you." She paused, and then said, "Good enough for ya?"

Zim scoffed. "Why would I need the help of someone who was deemed unfit to conquer? I have great plans for this filthy planet, and none of them require you! I, unlike you, are a true Invader, and Invaders need NO ONE! Now begone with you!"

Ashta smiled sweetly. "Oh, Zim, didn't I already tell you several times that I'm not leaving?" She then moved in closer to Zim's face, her voice barely above a whisper, but still threatening. "Either you accept my help or your base and everything within a five-mile radius will be nothing but ashes and burning embers!" She got a good look at Zim's surprised expression before saying, "What? You're not the only one who knows how to cause mass destruction! Plus, let's face it, you need my help. Badly. All I require is room and board, plus the resources you posses. It shouldn't be that hard to put up with me!" She then backed away, her long and mangled-looking antennae swooshing forward. "So what's your answer?"

Zim growled before saying, "Fine, you can stay, but do not touch my stuff without Zim's permission! And no going into the lab! Understand?"

"I don't think you're in the position to make the rules, but whatever." Ashta said, nodding slightly.

"I have an extra storage room down below the base you an use for your living-quarters-" Zim began before being cut off by Ashta.

"Whoa, there, Zimmers. I'm not staying anywhere underground. I need natural light. Either I stay above ground, or I go even more psycho than normal. Trust me, during training I was kept in a padded cell nearly every other day."

Zim grumbled something along the lines of, "I'm sure you were," before responding, "Fine! Zim will add a new room onto the base, but it shall take a day or so. Until then you can put your thing in the kitchen-area. My SIR unit, Gir will lead you." He paused, before saying, "Where is your ship, by the way?"

Ashta shrugged. "In the woods not far from here, cloaked as a tree with the Empire's Insignia carved into it. What? I'm not careless enough to just leave it on the sidewalk or something!*"

Zim nodded, before barking out, "Computer, take me to the equipment room!" The tie he had been standing on began sinking, only to be replaced with a new one. On the way down, Zim thought about his current position, and how he already did not care for Ashta at all. It also seemed to him that parts of Ashta's speech seemed rehearsed. He just shrugged it off, though.

Up in the base Ashta turned to a disguised Gir and said, "Lead the way, Ring-a-Ling-a-Ding-Dong."

*Because in the original I never really assessed where her ship was, and I made it sound almost as if she left it in the middle of the street.

Hooray for Rewrite! How come I was able to rewrite chapter one in two days, but it takes me nearly a month (sometimes more) to upload a new chapter? CURSE YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK, YOU FOUL ENEMY!

Yeah, though, I do owe an apology for all my late updates. The thing is, I usually get writer's block halfway through the chapter and all my thoughts just come to a screeching halt. I hate it with a passion, but there's nothing I can do until I get a sudden inspiration and start writing again. This story is actually my top priority, and I've put all my other current stories on hold until I finish or get a grip on this one, but I still update slower than a snail. So please, have patience with me. I know how aggravating it is to wait for an update, but it makes me just as angry that I can't provide speedy updates like others.

So yeah, other than that super-long apology, how did you like the rewrite? Did you like the older one better, or was this one nicer? Please tell me and please review! And real quick, let me give a shout-out to Zim'sMostLoyalServant, who reviews every chapter. Thank you for your feedback! ;D