CHAPTER 1: A Deadly Rescue

I feel I should start of this fanfic with an ample warning. This story will contain more violence, character death, and bloodshed than any of my previous fics. In short, Tak has gone insane from her long exile into deep space after her battle with Zim. She returns with one thing on her mind: Zim's death, and she'll do anything to make it happen. This fic is rated M for a reason. Swearing, violence, character death, and sexual themes. Be warned.

A small Irken scout ship moved stealthily through space. The four-man crew, on a recon mission, had been out for months. Now they just looked forward to getting home. Inside the ship, one of the two pilots swiveled his chair around to look at the two soldiers posted on the craft. The pilot, blue-eyes sergeant Tef spoke.

"Hey, Pog," He said to one of the Irken soldiers. "Aren't you going to take your invader test soon?"

"Four weeks." Pog replied proudly. "And I can't wait to be made an invader. Maybe I'll get assigned to a planet full of snacks and grog."

"Yeah," Private Sneeg laughed from across the narrow compartment. "Or maybe the Tallest'll send you to a planet inhabited by beings of solid waste, and oceans of urine as far as the eye can see."

"Couldn't be any worse than these boring-as-Hell scouting missions." Tef scoffed. "And at least you'll get to…" He was interrupted by a beeping from the control panel. He sighed and turned around. Bit, the other pilot, was looking with confusion into a screen. "What have we got?" Tef asked.

"Looks like another ship. A small one. Just…drifting." Bit replied.

"Any identification?"

"No response to hailing signals, but look…it looks Irken."

"Let's check it out." Tef ordered. "They might need help."

The airlock between the ships hissed open. Pog entered the small pod with Sneeg close behind. Sneeg held his rifle close, and looked around nervously. Pog allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dimness, then took in his surroundings.

"What…the hell?" He muttered. Scribbles and crude drawings covered almost every inch of the inside of the craft, rough pictures of what appeared to be the same Irken in various forms of torture and dismemberment, along with the words 'Die', 'Time' and 'Zim', especially 'Zim'. The images and words were scrawled all over the inside of the pod as if by the hand of a madman. The soldiers looked at each other, a bit of fear in their eyes. A sound brought them to attention. It sounded like a low female voice crying…or was it laughing? Pog and Sneeg crept upon the single pilot seat in the pod, ready for anything.

What they saw was unexpected. A pair of beautiful purple eyes set in a green-skinned face looked up at them. A female Irken sat in the chair, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her pink and purple uniform was worn and ragged. A metal tube ran from above her left eye to the back of her head, possibly from an injury earlier in life.

Hey," Pog said softly. "It's alright, miss. We're gonna get you out of here." The female Irken looked up at them with a frightened expression.

"Over a year." She spoke in a whisper. "A year, I've been here, alone." Pog looked at Sneeg, motioning toward the female Irken with his head. Sneeg gently grasped her limp arms, helping her to her feet.

"We're here to help you." Pog assured. The female Irken smiled strangely.

"Yeah," She said. "But who's going to help you?" In one quick move, she pulled a sharp piece of metal out of her sleeve, turned, and slit private Sneeg's throat upon. Green blood poured down the front of his purple uniform, and he grabbed his throat, falling to the deck. The Irken snapped forward, driving the metal shard into Pog's right eye before he could react. She placed a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream, and pulled herself around behind him.

"Thanks for the help." She said seductively, running her free hand down Pog's right leg, and pulling his pistol from its holster. "Couldn't have done it without you." She snapped his neck, and carelessly let his body fall.

Aboard the scout ship, Tef heard a loud clang from the pod. He turned and looked at the hatch. Bit looked at him worriedly.

"Check it out." Tef ordered. Bit nervously walked to the hatch. Pushing a few buttons beside it, the door slid open. Bit peered into the darkness.

"Hello?" He called. A laser shot rang out, and Bit fell dead with a hole between his eyes. Tef gasped in fear, and grabbed the communications speaker, and spun around in his chair, dialing in the connection to his commander.

"Go ahead, SS-127." The commander's voice stated.

"Help me!" Tef pleaded. "Mayday, Mayday, damn it! I need help, NOW!" He heard a click behind his head and froze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." A voice behind him said. "I'm sorry. I…don't think they're going to make it." The voice sounded female, and Tef would've even considered it sexy, hadn't he been scared senseless. He turned slowly, raising his hands in surrender. He found himself facing a lovely female Irken, leveling a laser pistol between his eyes.

"Don't kill me," Tef said, shaking. "I…I just wanna go home."

"So did I." She said coldly, and then fired.

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