Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except for Zuma. She is mine. Mine, I tell you! Everything else belongs to Jhonen Vasquez, who really needs to get the crew back together and make more Zim episodes (or at least a comic book)!
The Irken flagship came crashing down onto the brown earth as Dib was given his medal by the U.S. president. As the screeching of the metal twisting and folding in on itself slowly faded away into silence, a black-gloved hand burst out from the rubble of another destroyed craft. A solitary Irken soldier, covered in grazes and bruises her ship could not defend her from, emerged from the wreckage and mechanical carnage that surrounded her. Her violet eyes widened as they settled on what was left of her leaders' ship. Tears filled her eyes as she saw that nothing moved within or around it; the Almighty Tallest and the soldiers that had been onboard the vessel were dead, the greatest casualties of the massacre.
She hesitantly approached the smoking ruin, feeling as if she were straying too near to sacred ground. She simply stared in horror and shock into the mangled mess that had once been a proud part of the Irken Armada. She refused, however, to shed the tears that now clouded her vision; she was a mighty warrior, not a weakling. She was saddened, but she would not cry. "My Tallest?" she called forlornly. "My Tallest?" she cried again. The weight of reality swiftly dawned on her as she whispered softly, "He killed my Tallest." The will not to sob at her loss became harder and harder to hold. She allowed anger to quickly replace her grief: "THE DIRT-MONKEY SHALL PAY!!" She pointed a shaking finger at an oblivious Dib as she screamed.
At her oath of vengeance, more Irkens came from their damaged and now-useless Voot Cruisers. They poured out onto the battlefield, fury and rage seeping through their green skin. "Destroy the human known as 'Dib'!" the female ordered. That was not a difficult demand to follow.
The Irkens advanced on the crowd of humans thanking and congratulating Dib. Not even he could stop the enraged alien horde as they descended upon him; they came from all angles, scratching and biting as they latched onto whatever part of his body they could. One of them had been carrying a mallet since leaving his ship and used it to break Dib's knees and shins. Another used a chain to choke him, while even more restrained his arms. They may have been tiny, but their rage at losing both a battle to a human and their Tallest lent the Irkens enough strength to send Dib to the big insane asylum in the sky.
As his lifeless body hit the ground, the remaining humans looked at each other, then at the Irkens, then back to each other, then back to the Irkens before they gave a collective scream and ran in every direction. The female soldier that had called the others back to fight produced an Irken flag and slammed the pole into Dib's corpse. Although the planet had been claimed for Irk by Zim, he was a complete idiot; Zuma, the female standing on Dib's body, would take it instead with the remainder of the Irken army behind her. The whole planet would be engulfed in flames before the week's end. Humanity would fall to the superior Irken race. The pitiful planet would pay dearly for destroying the Tallest; military defeat an Irken could live with. The annihilation of the Tallest, they would kill for.
