The Resisty Wars
Silverthorn-2000
1- Slow Moving DOOM
Space unfurled itself before the kilometer-long warship Defiance.
Defiance was top-of-the-line high technology, the best her builders could make her.
Defiance was also Resisty-built. The technology it was made from was out-of-date, substandard. It showed, with a low top speed and poor combat capability. It would never be able to take to its mission of destroying the Irken flagship, the Massive.
But that, of course, didn't mean that it couldn't harass the Irken Armada, or it's always streatched supply lines.
"Jump complete, sir." Lard Nar looked up from the display in front of him to the seated figure at the middle of the Defiance's bridge.
"And the Force Units?" came the mechanically synthized voice.
"Intact, this time." The Vort looked directly at the Irken cyborg, who raised his antennae in satisfaction.
"Excellent. Someone find Spleenk and explain to him that the field settings for the stardrive are not a toy. And then have them find my brother." Black leaned back in his chair as one of the various aliens on the bridge scrambled to carry out the order.
"We made it home." Lard looked at Black, who's eyes eased into what most had learned as a sort of relaxed merriment.
"Indeed we did, my friend. But this constant hit-and-run isn't something the Resisty can keep up. Even with the help of the defectives and the disaffected of the lower castes, we can't win." Black's eyes hardened."We need an ally, and my unassuming, ignorant youngest brother may have unwittingly found us one."
Lard Nar attempted, with little success, to follow all the large, formal words that Black used. Reviving him after Red and Purple had killed him (near miss with an explosive) hadn't been a problem. It was dealing with the Irken they'd chosen to revive.
Black had been an advisor to the late Miyuki and Spork, a chancellor of sorts. Instead of simply sending him into exile as they had his younger brothers, Red and Purple had simply killed him outright. The idea had been to create a propaganda tool. They had, instead, created a new leader for the Resisty. Lard himself had initially been aghast at the turn of events, but found the cybered Irken friendly to him.
"I...beg your pardon, sir?" Lard Nar asked, yanking his mind back to the present.
"Did it again, didn't I?" Black let out a soft laugh. "Zim has found us an ally. He just doesn't know it yet."
"Or that he has any sort of family." Lard looked over the display as the sound of metal scraping metal was heard. "I do wish they could take it a little easier when they dock..."
"Makes two of us." Black spun the chair around, the servos connecting it to the ceiling straining at the task.
"You called?" said the newcomer, another Irken, as the bridge hatch closed behind him.
"Visse, yes," Black said, pronouncing the name "Vis". "I do at that. You are to travel to a world called Earth, and forge an alliance with the native sapients there."
"Native...sapients?" Visse asked, blue eyes narrowing.
"Yes. If we are to stop Red and Purple, we need help. These 'Humans' may be our best hope." Black turned back to the central holotank. Visse stared after his older brother, turned, and strode off the bridge.
"This situation is unacceptable."
Red and Purple winced at the control brain's thunderous proclamation. They put up with the machines simply because they were the accured experience of nintey-nine percent of the Irken race. They simply didn't have to like it's occasional wild mood swing, or it's habit of declaring the obvious.
"So what do we do about it?" Red asked after his ears finished ringing.
"Cease Operation Impending Doom 2 to hunt these rebels down."
Red lowered his head in frustration, his two fingers rubbing his forehead and the beginnings of the massive headache he felt coming on. "But that's exactly what THEY WANT US TO DO!"
There was a pause as the machine processed that statement.
"Analysis indicates they will need to seek allies."
"Duh!" Purple piped up, only to be slapped into silence by Red.
"Further analysis indicates that the Food Services Drone known as Zim may have found such a race."
Red's headache blossomed into a full migrane. "Those...Earth...thingies?"
"Affirmative."
"Great. We'll split the armada. Half will finish carrying out operations in this sector. The Massive and the other half will begin operations to strike at Earth." Red turned and left, Purple following close on his heels.
"So, does this mean we're gonna re-encode Zim as an Invader?" Purple asked. Red didn't bother to turn around.
"No." The crimson garbed Tallest growled, trying his hardest not to completely loose his temper. "We'll blow him up with everyone else."
Many, many, many parsecs away, in a small star system its inhabitants lovingly referred to as Sol, a young Irken girl sat, brooding, as her escape pod continued to fall in a rapidly decaying orbit.
"Zim..." Tak muttered vengfully, "I will get you."
On Earth itself, Dib looked up, watching Tak's escape pod. She was there. Once and for all, he'd be proven right! Irrefutable proof of alien existence! His father would be forced to-
His thoughts cut off as he noticed the fact he was slowly sliding off the roof, headed for the yard below. "Why me?" he asked the air as the loose shingles came free, sending him sailing off the roof's edge and into the evergreens beneath.
He'd spend the next several hours putting bandages on the various cuts, completely missing the Tallest's orders to destroy his world.
Zim, on the other hand, didn't. He spent several fruitless hours trying to contact them.
The Resisty didn't either. Visse launched, going off half-prepared for a long trip.
Humanity at large, how-some-ever, remained blissfully unaware of the creeping doom that was heading in its general direction.
