Hello there everyone! Here is the re-upload of my lovely fic. Sorry about the delay. I'll be more regular with the updates now that I've gotten the plot worked out more thoroughly.

I do not own Invader Zim. Jhonen Vasquez, however, does.

It was a dark night that night, one where the moon was absent from the sky and even the stars seemed so dim and alone in all the endless black of space. These were the kind of nights people stayed inside. Flickering streetlamps aren't enough to keep human minds at ease.

That's why no one noticed the crash landing that occurred. That's why no one suspected.

It started as a star. Brighter and a little larger than all the others, but still, just a tiny blinking light on the horizon. Then it grew stronger. If anyone had seen the craft at this point, they would have mistaken it for a shooting star. Perhaps someone wished on her that night? She would laugh at that.

Then, it was blaze. Like someone had ignited a match in the heavens, sputtering and flickering with purpose, growing brighter and brighter until it seemed close enough to touch.

Then, it was a crash.

The ship collided with the topsoil, various appendages scraping gaping rifts into the earth. Screeches of shearing metal and the snaps of trees decimated in the impact filled the air. It ground on through gritty dirt and uprooted flora, coming slowly but surely to a stop.

Then silence. Nothing but the soft crackling sound of fire that had been carried down from the entrance through the atmosphere disturbed the night. Everything was still.

The craft was of an unfamiliar structure. Sharp angles, claw like attachments, over all it looked quite like an insect. The surface was scratched and worn, and from the look of things, most of it wasn't from entering the atmosphere. Signs of battle marred the small ship, battle from advanced weapons it would appear. Whoever this pilot had been running from, they wanted them dead.

The cockpit shifted, then opened with a sound of pressurized air decompressing. A form stepped out , landing on the upturned loam that flanked either side of the ship in little peaks.

"Well, that was one heck of a ride."

Smug, cocky, a hint of hysteria. Obviously the voice was female, a somewhat matured one. She rested a palm against the ships hull, chuckling to herself.

"It will sure get a lot worse if we don't get that lovely little accessory off of you."

The other voice that chimes in was dripping with sarcasm and cynicism. Feminine, but definitely computerized.

"Oh, I'm sure it will." She laughed, the hand going from the hull up to her neck, fiddling with silver collar resting at hollow of her throat. "Judging by how much they want me dead…"

She paced from the side of the craft, stepping down the slope of dirt onto more level ground. Murmurs floated from her lips and shadows cast by the fires concealed her for the most part.

"Let's see. One week before the prison ship was scheduled to dock... Once they find out about that, they'll give it an extra day—maybe two if we're lucky—for the ship to arrive late. When that doesn't happen."

The woman shruged, eyes scanning the trees around them.

Another shadow, the one presumably owned by the sarcastic voice, hopped out from the cockpit. As she moved the firelight caught on her skin in round puddles of light.

"I need to check your PAK." The statement is matter of fact, routine. She might as well be asking for the time. "There could have been some damage during our less-than-graceful decent.

The other figure nodded, and the sarcastic silhouette stepped forward into a small patch of light. It was obviously a machine, from the joints and the various mechanical attachments. Whatever it was: it was built in a sort of anthromorphic rabbit shape, about two feet tall. Long, metallic ears that dangle down to its knees twitched back and forth, then rose above it's head. They circled one another in three rapid successions, and then lowered back to her sides.

"Everything seems to be functional, well as functional as your PAK can get, but I should really do an in-depth scan."

A part of the ship sparked and burst into flames, illumining the area further. The taller figure glanced over to the embers, black eyes reflecting their light. The fire cast a darker tone to her lime-green skin, transforming it to the hue of damp moss.

"Later. Right now, we need to take care of this problem." Her low voice shifts the air, four metallic legs akin to spider appendages extend from her pack, lifting her slightly into air. "We have enough to deal with. We don't need natives giving us any trouble."

Antenna twitching alertly the metallic legs carried the Irken female forward toward the crashed vessel. The tiny rabbit-like robot sighed, and followed after.

The wreckage was gone by morning.