(A/N) Hey guys! Yukicrazed here! So sorry about the hold up on Hypnosis but i just don't seem to have the spark for it yet. As you can probably tell the last few chapters were kind of half assed. I shall return to it when i have more ideas for the rest of the story. Anyway, my other half and I have come up with this amazing idea! I don't have a lot yet but I just want to give you a taste to see what you think about where I'm going with it! I hope you enjoy! I certainly did! And as always! I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF INVADER ZIM NOR DO I MAKE ANY PROFIT ON THIS FICTION.

PLANET IRK, MAIN CAMP. 2800 HRS 2163 A.D.

The sharp bite of the cold Irken winter elicited a slight shiver in the Armada Officer. The escalating windspeed only served to make him thankful that he's able to return to the warmth of a plasma burner whenever he so pleases.

Unlike the scum below his high watch tower marching in place amongst the blistering wind and carbon snow. He scowled as one of the "guests" stumbles and falls to the ice blanketed ground. Waving his gloved hand, another officer on the other side of the barracks nods and raises a small pistol armed with a poison slug in the barrel; designed to cause immense pain once entered into the blood stream but refrains from fatally harming the victim...usually.

Once aimed, the officer takes the shot at the fallen Irken but misses, just clipping the Irken's PAK. Sparks in red and blue jump from the now exposed wiring. Realising the impending danger, the frozen man shakily but without hesitation, rises to rejoin the battalion marching in place. Too late. The second shot hit the Irken's head with a dull thump followed by the soft splatter of the sour acrid smelling blood of a once proud Irken. The loud crack of the discharge from the weapon rang through the barracks. The smell of blood and the sound of the thud as another comrade fell to the dictatorship of the powerful Tallest of the Irken race ached in the thoughts and hearts of the humans and Irken alike that struggled together for survival.

The Lt. Col. smiles and returns to the warmth of the inviting plasma burner inside.