I forgot to add that a galactic week is an earth month. We open on our favorite characters nearing the end of their journey.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings. Though no man can truly OWN much more than his own soul.
The three irkens were studying their destination's history, language, and customs. The entire journey had been spent studying, relaxing, and listening to Gir and his song. When Zim had shoved the bootlegged music recordings into Gir's head some part of his neural unit had latched onto the material. He had a flare for singing and not a bad voice, songwriting...not so much.
"Doom doom doom doom doom doom,
doom doom do DOOM,
DOOOM doom do-doom,
DOOM do-doom doom doooom,
doom doom dooom, do-do-DOOOM!"
At first they attempted to block out his singing with ear plugs. This only succeded in making Gir sing louder. Eventually they just started getting drunk whenever Gir began singing again. Thanks to Gir what should have lasted the irkens three galactic weeks was down to a little less than half a galactic weeks worth of booze. Gir had a short attention span and 'The Doom Song', as he had taken to calling it was just to keep him occupied when noone would entertain him. The song was seemingly endless once started and if the irkens had been alone in a ship with barely enough room for standing and no gadgets the song could have lasted forever. Normally an irken wouldn't need to sleep but being an exile meant not being connected to the control brain and that meant that they had to rest. So as they each popped the top off of the potent irken made alcoholic beverages they did so with the knowledge that tomorrow they'd wake up with splitting headaches and blurry memories. But at least they wouldn't be able to hear Gir's singing curled up at the bottom of their respective bottles.
The next day
As the exiles all woke and walked to the console groggily they each grabbed one of the last three food packages and their textbooks. Zim sat down in a chair and started reading up on the languages of the planet as he crunched on the last bite of irken cooking he'd have for a while, at the least.
As he read through the text Gir brought him the irken 'morning draught'. Zim sipped at the hot and bitter tasting drink and peered lazily over his book at the veiwport. Seeing only a blue and green planet he returned to his reading. And then he realized what he'd just seen and leaped from his chair and dramatically flung his finger in the direction of the planet screaming "Planet dead ahead. Everyone prepare for decent to the surface. Skoodge grab the supplies. Tak drag the landing aid out here."
Meanwhile down on the surface of the planet...
Dib was preparing for his date, it was his first. Admiteldy sad as he was already a junior in high school and most of the people he knew had already been on a date by junior high. It wasn't because Dib was physically unatractive or obviously stupid, though his sister would argue otherwise. Dib was simply a dreamer with high expectations, he constantly chased after the paranormal in the hopes that he would one day find something. He also hoped to save the world that he might prove his worth to the community.
He was attempting to get his unruly spike of hair to lay flat on his head (and failing miserably I might add) when suddenly an alarm went off and his mirror fell out of place to reveal a large console. Dib quickly typed in his password and gasped when he saw what the alert was for. An extraterrestrial craft was entering earth's atmosphere. He quickly checked the coordinates the computer estimated it would land. Hurriedly scribbling them down Dib yanked open his window and leaped from his roof. Sprinting to his garage he leaped into his car and gunned the engine. The small black bettle tore down the street as a very confused young woman stared after it.
"Dib?" she asked as if the boy was there to tell her whether or not they were still going out. She would have to wait till school tommorow to get that answer.
Salpotyc Park 9:00 P.M. Thirty Minutes Later...
Zim,Skoodge, Tak, Gir, Zeke, and Mimi all climbed into the small car sized pod with supplies in tow. It was built a lot like the humans modern combustion run vehicles with just enough room for the passengers and some supplies. The plasma core hummed as Zim activated the propulsion system and light bending mirrors. Zim coaxed the now invisible craft out of the back hatch of the ship and they were air born.
"Now that we're out of the death trap can we find a place to lay down the ship, I'm tired." Skoodge muttered through a yawn.
"Zim too requires the rest of nonwakefullness."
Tak frowned at Zim's off kilter statement, " Why can't you talk like a normal irken."
"Because I am no ordinary irken. For your information Zim is a genius and that means that Zim may speak as he pleases."
Tak sighed in defeat, "Whatever."
Skoodge piped up "How about there Zim? Between those two houses inside that circular stone transportation path. See it's the path with the large viewing tube on the corner."
"Skoodge Zim believes that the viewing tube you speak of is meant for viewing distant planets. But Zim also thinks that the destination you have chosen is as good as any."
Zim parked the small craft hovering a foot above the street. He pulled out the pop up bases pod and walked to the gap. Under the flickering light of the street lamp Zim activated the small glowing cube. A base shaped like the human ones sparng up between the two residences. Resource gathering tubes shot from the sides of the hose and quickly latched into it's neighboring counterparts. Four garden gnomes appeared on the stone path that extended from the base like a red carpet welcoming it's owner. Zim knew that unseen to the naked eye the base was also digging it's root-like tunnels into the soil. He smiled to himself, got back into the pod and steered it into the newly formed (but extremely narrow) parking area. He closed the parking areas overhead door and quickly proceded inside the base. He Skoodge and Tak all found a place to sleep as the SIRs were left to explore their new home.
Elsewhere...
Dib ran to the wreckage of the ship. It had crash landed in the park and there was no sign of life inside. As he approached the ship it suddenly imploded with a bright purple flash. Dib's eyes were forced shut by the brightness. When he opened them up again there was only a deep indentation in the ground.
"Great, just perfect. Why is this always the way my life goes?" Dib fumed as headed back towards his car with little more than shattered hopes.
