I own nothing!
Zim sat in his throne room, thinking. He had conquered Earth a year ago; only two years after the Tallest told him his mission was fake. Tomorrow he was going to return to Irk; but not for an 'In Your Face!' celebration, though there would be some of that. By dusk tomorrow he would have all of Irk bowing to him.
Gaz was down in the dungeons, visiting her stupid brother. "So, how's the scum you call King?"
"Zim's fine. How's the nerd cell?"
"Dad and I have finished five inventions just today," Dib said, no emotion in his voice. Constant labor and eternal incarceration tend to leave their victim void of emotion, even when said labor used to bring the prisoners joy.
"Hey Dad," Gaz called to her father at the end of the long hall of the prison (or dungeon as Zim liked to call it, "It's much more evil, that way," he said) laboratory.
"Hello Gaz. Lovely day, isn't it?"
"Dad, it's been raining all week."
"Oh yes, that's nice." Of course, Professor Membrane was not oblivious to the new form of rule on Earth, but he had cracked during the invasion. Some suspect it was due to the imminent threat he knew nothing about, or that he didn't see it coming when the menace that caused it all was living right in his home town, or that he ignored his son's warnings about Zim, or he was simply falling apart from his imprisonment. Now he seemed even more absentminded than before.
"Do you ever pay attention?" Gaz half sighed, half growled.
When her father didn't answer, Dib took it upon himself to hand over the newest gadgets, "So here are some micro-drones, a freeze-ray, a-"
"I don't care, Dib. Zim wants them, not me," with that Gaz turned and left. As she walked away two guards turned in salute before ordering the two scientists to get back to work.
Zim had moved to the war room, strategizing his take over of Irk. "With most of the army on their own missions, their pitifully stupid missions, the Irken army is weak. With my knowledge of the technology and terrain, as well as the willingness of you all to die for me, the Almighty Zim, we will easily overthrow the Tallest and Irk will be mine!"
"Permission to ask a question, sir?"
"What is it?"
"How will we be fight? Most of us can't fly Irken ships as it is."
"Oh I will have the ships on autopilot. You, my soldiers, will be fighting on the ground with guns or something."
"But won't we be in danger and-"
"Now we leave in the morning. GIR!"
"Yes, master?"
"Prepare provisions for tomorrow, it's going to take months to get there and I don't need these worms whining the whole way."
"Imma make cupcakes!" The soldiers around the room all groaned, simultaneously planning on packing their own snacks and supplies.
"Now, be gone! I must make final preparations," upon request (well command) the soldiers scattered. Zim went to his stockpile of new weapons Dib-human and his paternal unit had been making since their imprisonment. "These, no. Those, yes. Oh, I need these! And these. A few of these won't hurt."
"How about some micro-drones?" Gaz's voice called from the door.
"Oh yes, those will very much help me in my conquest of Irk."
"So you are planning another invasion."
"Yes, I will be gone for a while to-"
"Define a while, Zim," Gaz ordered.
"Well, uh, over- about-" she growled at his attempt to hide the truth, "a year."
"A whole year?! What am I supposed to do before then? I've almost beat the latest Vampire Piggy Hunter game and a new one isn't coming out until after you get back!"
"I'll just have them make it faster."
"No! They screwed it up last time you rushed them. I want to go with you Zim."
"No way. I can't have my queen rushing into battle! What if those wretched Irkens hurt you?"
"First of all, you're an Irken-"
"No longer!" Gaz just shook her head.
"And secondly, I won't get hurt. I've overpowered you, I can do it again. Remember the time you went into Dib's head? Who do you think beat you? Dib could barely turn without cracking his skull."
"So it was you that beat the Almighty Zim? That does make more sense than stupid Dib-human. But that doesn't change my mind. I won't risk it."
"What if you didn't need to risk anything?"
"What?!"
"I beat you in a remote controlled ship, what if you just made it bigger?"
"Yes! That would be perfect. With my Gaz at my side, I will surly win. But wait... No it won't work. The range of the remote is too short."
"Then I'll just hide somewhere safer, duh," How did he take over Earth again?
"I won't have you anywhere near the battlefield! It is out of the quest-" Gaz glared at him, having had enough of this meaningless debate. She would go, no matter what. "Fine, we are leaving tomorrow. We can share a pod on the way, we're in short supply already. Slaves!"
Several humans burst through the doors, asking in unison, "Yes, my king?"
"Start making more weapons and ships. The invasion is tomorrow, no questions."
"Yes, sir."
"This time next year, Irk will be mine!"
"Ours," Gaz corrected.