Most of this shizzle belongs to Vasquez. You know how it is.
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Chapter 1: Incoming!
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"Welcome," said Ms. Bitters, "to another miserable hour of hi skool physics." She glided over to the open classroom door. "As of today, there are four more of you than there are chairs."
Gaz rolled her eyes and killed an evil chameleon sprite. She allowed herself the brief expression because she could beat Attack of the Shapemorphers: Penultimate Evil 5 while blindfolded.
"This is Tak. She is a transfer student, and an orphan. Talk to her if you want to know what the real world is like. Now sit down."
Gaz looked up briefly, still hitting muted buttons, as the new girl sat down in the front row. "Tak"—the name sounded familiar. Gaz pointedly ignored the rush of students trying to claim chairs, lest they have to sit on the floor.
"Good morning everyone!" said Tak, turning to wave at the class.
"Quiet!" Bitters yelped.
That's right, thought Gaz. She's that alien whose broken ship Dib's always drooling over. I had to dance because of her.
Gaz growled and, looking back down, slaughtered a super-dragon. Although no one but the crazy robot had witnessed it, the years-old memory made her blush hard enough that it threatened to shine through her white pancake makeup. Five years or fifty, Tak would pay.
She waited until school let out.
"Tak," she said, arms crossed, cornering the girl against her open locker.
"Soda girl," Tak hissed, eyes narrowing. "I thought I recognized you. What do you want?"
Gaz loomed in closer. "Revenge."
She grabbed the sides of the alien's pink shirt and yanked it up over her head. Tak's disguised skin covered at least that much of her body, Gaz discovered then, and she did wear underclothes—the fact that that surprised her meant she had spent far too much time around Zim. She snorted. "Have fun walking home in your bra." She stomped away through the crowd, balling the thin shirt up in her fist.
"Soda girl!" Tak squealed. "Give it back! Give it back or else!"
"The name's Gaz," she muttered.