"Well boys, what do you think of the renovations?" A thing arm gestured grandly, revealing the chaos all around them. He grinned sharply with pride at his work. Of course, the man, boy and robot he was speaking with had a hand in the utter destruction of the Earth as well, but he felt like having an ego today.

"Zim, you do remember that we helped in all this," the teen spoke up, keeping his excited tone in order, "right?" Ruby and amber gazes met as the question hung in the air, waiting for the over-inflated Irken to answer. Zim watched Dib, the grin never leavin his thin lips.

"Of course, Dib-stink. Why would I forget something like that?" He never got tired of that pet name. now to unvail his grand plan for further conquest. Since everyone there knew that he had been exiled and there was no way of receiving another planet from the Tallest, they would just have to go steal the planets themselves.

"Now, listen carefully to me, my friends. For I have great plans of glory for us all." He led the group to their base and pulled out the blueprints for their majestic space ship, the Vindication. Unfurling the blue paper, he lied it on the table for them all to stare at. "This, my friends, is going to be our pirate ship." A grin spread across his features as he watched the reactions of the men and robot gathered in the room.

"...pirate ship...?" Dib repeated. "We're going to be pirates?" He stared as Zim nodded, a stupid grin on his face. "Pirates of what?! We just killed all the humans on this godforsaken planet, what is the use of plundering from the dead?!" He was about to protest further when a claw pressed against his lips.

"Pirates...of planets." Dib's confused look dissipated as a near deranged excitement took hold of the boy. "Yes, now you see my intentions." Slapping a map of all the cosmos, ever planet that could ever be conceived possible to exist outside the Milky Way, on top of the blue prints. Irken insignia littered the paper.

"Here is a map of all the planets currently owned or targeted by the Irken Armada." His claw pointed to Earth which had an odd but still Irken insignia marking it off. "Here is ours. Earth, for now, will be our home planet. We will build a temporary empire from this dirtball shithole until we are able to take hold of a more suited one." He reached behind himself and grabbed a cup, spilling it's contents onto the table carefully. They were small tacks with the odd insignia on them. Zim held one between his claws before pricking it into the paper. "From here, we will then attack Vaspia of the Snevor Sector. They have low defenses and even lower amount of meat bags to protect the planet. Only, instead of wiping them out complete, we will take them back here to train them as our army. A good empire needs a better armada."

Dib watched the Irken's plans as he unfolded them. The first 12 planets were unmarked, but he soon began to spread into Irken territory. A worried frown spread across his face. Would they have enough of an army by then?

"Forgive my interjecting," Dwicky spoke up, "but shouldn't we instead attack Rabona in the Farse Sector instead of Millis in the same sector?" Dwicky pointed to the planet he mentioned, reaching for a tack to mark it off. "This would be a far better move. The Irken Armada would have a chance of finding us out if we attacked Millis. This way, we can stay undetected." Dwicky was generally their strategist. While Zim made all the plans, Dwicky helped advise them so that they would work smoothly. Dib, on the other hand, had a far different thing to worry about than plans.

"How will we build the ship?" Zim stopped and laughed.

"Simple. See this area circled here?" A claw pointed to a red circle. "An Irken Supply Ship will be rendez vousing here. We will fly up to meet them and persuade them that we are the Irkens they are sending those supplies to. If we must, we'll take them from him. With the supplies on that ship, we will have enough to build the ship and extra for whatever else we may need. Along our conquest, we'll simply take more supplies from Irken suppliers and the planets we'll conquor." Dib couldn't help but smile at Zim's plans. He really was a genius when he tried.

"Alright, let's get the Voot ready than." Dib couldn't hide the wicked smile as he cracked his fingers, grabbing a wrench.