AN: Ooh, new story! So, I'm basing this one on the rather threadbare synopsis of the two-part final episode that was planned for the second season of Invader Zim. If it goes well, I'll also write my interpretation of Invader Dib, the telemovie that was also in its' infancy. As always I beg for feedback. Authors need feedback, especially me. I DEMAND TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS!
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It was not a signal Zim had ever expected to answer.
While his gloved fingers danced lightly over the Voot Cruisers' controls with practiced ease, his mighty Irken mind was in shock.
The Invaders were an elite corps, undefeated in combat. Soldiers without peer. Things like this simply did not happen to an Invader. Invaders do not fail. Invaders do not falter. And Invaders certainly do not allow themselves to be captured by the enemy.
The tiny red light flashed incessantly, the bulb that had remained inactive for years now worked perfectly. The Call: When that little red alarm was lit, all available Invaders were to report to the Tallest for active combat duty immediately. An Invader was in trouble.
Zim had been in his base when the Call had sounded; working on some experiment or another. Nothing important. Zim never seems to be working on anything important lately, Zim thought, my conquest of Earth has taken far too long. It is an insult to My Tallest!
A small monitor kept track of the position of the Massive, directing Zim to it. If he took the right wormhole, kept the cruiser running hot, Zim could reach the Tallest in a matter of hours.
I will show the Tallest that their Zim has not lost the knack for destruction, and VICTORY! I will remind them of my greatness. No other Invader can succeed the way I will. I WILL rescue Invader Tenn. It's all up to me. I AM ZIM!
Yes, it's all up to me.