Invader Zim, its concepts and personalities are copyrighted by Nickelodeon/Viacom. I, BioKraze, own nothing save the original plot of this fanfiction.
It was all over before she could do a thing. The Irken gasped one last breath before her body failed. Her Pak, weakened to the point of no return, could barely summon the energy to transmit a signal beacon to Irk, which would alert the Tallest to the death of a long forgotten member of the Irken Elite. Without energy to reactivate a body that could not be reborn, the Pak sent its signal before it, too, died like its owner. Her beautiful cobalt purple eyes closed, the shine growing dimmer until they were as dull as coal.
The makeshift SIR Unit was lost, utterly lost and alone in a terrifying Universe. Her only anchor had collapsed under the stress of floating about in an archaic escape pod for over three years, without contacting a single Irken vessel. Tears, unbecoming of a robot and especially this one, began to roll down the SIR's metal cheeks. Her eyes wavered from red to magenta, then took on the colour of her dead mistress' eyes. She vowed that one day, the cruel death of her mistress and only friend would be avenged.
Until then, the emptiness of space greeted the grieving MiMi with black arms. She stared, for a time that may very well have been eternity, into the white pinpoints of the stars before the ship summoned one of its last ergs of energy to report a proximity warning. The blue-green of a very familiar world began to loom before the SIR Unit's newly coloured eyes. She whispered a single word, her emotions fighting within her logic centres.
"Earth..." Her once perky voice, when rarely she spoke, had eroded into a hoarse tone, almost guttural in its timbre. MiMi swore vengeance for Tak's death, swore to kill Zim and his unwitting human accomplices in the most hideous manner she could dredge from her memory board. The escape pod was swept into the planet's gravity well, the nearly dead engines straining with feeble power against a superior force of physics. The engines died, one by one, and the escape pod's light armour was shredded apart by the flame and turbulence of reentry. MiMi quailed under the stresses of the damaged pod, hoping against hope and praying to the Mother that she would at least survive the crash landing.
As the flames licked against the Irken metal plating, the force of reentry finally knocked MiMi out. Her last thought as she fell mercifully unconscious was a horrific mental image of Zim, his squeedlyspooch ripped from the body cavity and thrown, still pulsating, upon the floor of an autopsy room...