Welcome to my third Multi-chapter Invader Zim Fan Fiction! There will be some OCs that appear in 'Return to Irk' because this story is sort of a prequal, occuring during the time that Zim was working to take over the earth. Hope you Enjoy and Now I am proud to present 'Building a Resistance' !
Chapter 1 - The Flight
"Sir! The Irkens are getting closer!" Lard Nar ran behind his superior officer. The sound of explosions and screams filled the air around them. They turned down a side street taking a short-cut to a private hanger.
The Irkens used to be their allies, but no longer. Slowly over the past year the government was being taken apart from the inside by an Irken invader. Then a few hours ago the main fleet of the Irken armada arrived at Vort and demanded their surrender. Vort of course refused. The planet was now a battlefield.
"This way," Nye, Lard Nar's commander, said. They went down a few more streets, ducked behind a few corners and somehow managed to avoid being spotted. The space hanger was just ahead. "Almost there. Let's hurry."
"Wait," Lard Nar stopped and listened. "Do you hear that?"
"Nar we don't have time."
"I know but listen. It sounds like a child crying." He looked pleadingly at his Commander. "We can't just abandon a child." He turned off and started heading for the sound but he was stopped by a grip on his wrist.
"I know it hurts after you just lost your family, but we don't have time. Vort will fall. We have to get away if there is to be any hope of reclaiming our planet."
Lard Nar shook his arm free. He never disobeyed orders but he couldn't make himself abandon someone he could help. "Go on ahead. If I'm not there in 20 minutes then leave without me." And he turned and hurried off.
The sounds of explosions were a little farther off, as the Vortian climbed over the crumbled wall into a small home. The crying was inside just through the next door. When he walked into what was once a kitchen he saw a small girl kneeling in front of a broken wall.
"Hey there little one." He walked slowly over to the child trying not to scare her. "Are you alone?" He picked her up in his arms; her body shaking in her tears. "What's your name sweetie?"
She calmed down long enough to say her name through her sobs, "Kark."
"Hey, there Kark. Are your parents here?" She started crying again and pointed to the collapsed kitchen wall. It was then that he noticed a hand sticking out from under the rubble. He held the child tight and hurried out of the house as the pool of blood grew.
He carried the child all the way to the hanger. She had stopped crying, or at least had done so more softly. As young as she was she knew that noise would get them caught. Once inside the hanger, Lard Nar put the child down and held her hand as they both hurried along. They came into a room with a small number of private flight ships, big enough for 3-4 individuals.
"Nye! You here?" Lard Nar called into the room. Kark squeezed Lard Nar's hand as several explosions sounded not far from the hanger.
"Over here!" Lard Nar and Kark hurried over to the ship that Nye had been getting ready. "About time you got here. The Irkens are getting closer. Strap the kid in we need to go Now." Lard Nar nodded and took Kark into the ship. He strapped her into a seat and went back out to help Nye with the final checks.
The door to the hanger was blasted off its hinges. Irken soldiers streamed into the room and opened fire on the Vortians. Nye whipped out his laser and returned fire.
"Get us out of here!" he yelled. Lard Nar turned and ran to the controls and started to take off. A well-aimed shot from an Irken blaster blasted Nye away from the ship. Nye cried out in pain as a shard of metal sliced into his leg. Lard Nar jumped up to return for his Commander.
"GO!" Nye yelled at him with all the force he could, and as a true soldier should, Lard Nar didn't hesitate to obey this order. He swung himself back into the pilot's seat and hit the throttle hard. A soldier in the fleet saw the Vortian cruiser attempting to escape. The Irken turned to go after it but he was ordered back by his Commander. What does one little ship matter?
Lard Nar kept on at full speed for several hours. He finally slowed when little Kark walked in and pulled him out of his state of shock by hugging onto his arm. As he slowly released the steering controls he saw how his hands were shaking. He swallowed the feeling in his gut and turned to comfort the child.
Neither of them spoke for some time. There was nothing to say. They both knew, as the cruiser pulled them farther away, that they may never get to see their home again.
Well how was it? Leave a comment if I should hurry for the next chapter. Otherwise I've already got 3 stories in progress so I don't know when the next chapter will come.