A/N:: I'm so sorry I updated a day late!
Can you all forgive me?
Chapter One:
"Finally," Dib muttered, as he sat inside the alien ship. It had taken three hours just to get the ship to let him inside, and another five to fix several parts that were broken. After that, it had taken three hours to download most of his data off his computer and into the ship's hard drive. And that brought him to six in the evening, with the sun setting and the sky darkening.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and a yell erupted from inside the house. "GO AWAY! I'M BUSY!"
Dib ran out of the garage, immediately spotting a tall fifteen-year-old girl. Her skin was a tanned beige, and her braided white-blond hair reached partway down her back. She wore a light brown sleeveless shirt, a pair of knee-length denim shorts, and sandals. The eleven-year-old kid headed for her, and as he stopped, said, "Sorry about Gaz. She hates it when-"
The girl turned to face him and held up a hand, signaling him to stop. "You are...?"
"I'm Dib," he answered.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I didn't realize your head was so big," she commented.
Dib clenched his fist, trying to resist the urge to yell that his head was not big. Unfortunately, he only half succeeded. "My head's not big," he said under his breath.
"Has your alien done anything?"
He shook his head. "No. He hasn't left his base for anything."
She nodded, and thought for a moment. As she gazed into the distance, Dib noticed how strange her eyes looked. They were a very pale silver, and glowed with... something. Happiness? Nope. Fury? Nah. Wait... revenge?
"Do you have the planet coordinates and a way to get off the planet?"
Her sudden question took the large-headed kid by surprise. "Huh?"
Her left eye twitched irritably.
Dib decided rather quickly that he should say something. What, I don't know. "Ummm... I have an alien spaceship that is in working condition."
"And the coordinates?"
He grinned. "I hacked Zim's files. The coordinates weren't hard to find."
"Good," she replied. "Keep an eye on the alien's movements, and tell me when he is about to leave. Now, where is your TV? The season finale for my favorite show is airing in twenty minutes."
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The ruby-eyed Irken shoved the last box into the back of the Voot Cruiser, two spider legs holding the piles in. "GIR!" Zim yelled. "GET YOUR STUFF UP HERE!"
A moment passed. Zim's eyes narrowed.
Another moment past. The door opened and a little robot stepped into the room, a rubber piggy tucked under one arm and a SuckMonkey in the other hand. "Hi Mastah!" Gir squealed. "Where we goin'?"
Two more spider legs extended from the Irken's PAK and began pulling down the door, jumping back just before the door shut. "We're going to Hobo 13, Gir. And no singing on the way there."
As Zim climbed into the Voot, Gir sighed. "Awww... I wanted to sing my new song."
"Oh well."
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Her feet propped up on the coffee table and her arms behind her head, Myra sat on the couch, watching the season finale of her favorite show- Twisted Times, a show that took real news stories of murders and the like and twisted them into amusing fantasies. Then, came Mothman's yell from upstairs.
"Zim's Cruiser is starting to leave his house!"
The violet-haired girl sitting on the other end of the couch, GS2 in hand, snarled under her breath, "Alien stalker."
Myra, with a roll of her silver eyes, snatched up the remote and shut off the TV. "Then let's get going!" she yelled in reply.
Moments later, Dib came pounding down the stairs with his laptop in hand. As he headed for the garage door, in the kitchen, Myra stood up and followed, moving a bit quicker than usual.
Once inside the garage, Dib wordlessly entered Tak's ship, motioning for his companion to follow. She did, somewhat awkwardly, and the canopy closed as soon as she entered. The ship had obviously been built for a smaller being, probably one that was a bit taller than Dib. Being a little less than twice as tall as him, Myra had to lean over almost all the way as she moved over to the side and sat down, careful not to bump her head on the ceiling. Curiously, she watched as Dib turned on the ship and navigated it out of the garage and into the sky, quickly entering the atmosphere. As the ship gained speed and ascended farther, Myra noted with interest that the ship didn't seem to be effected by the atmosphere at all, compared to human spaceships and shuttles. "Impressive," she breathed.
Not long after they left the atmosphere, Myra spotted a small purplish dot in the distance. As it rapidly grew larger, she smirked. Dib's ship was better than the alien's- wherever he got it, its owner must have been smarter or of a more intelligent race than this one. They quickly caught up with the Voot Cruiser, though Dib was careful to stay a bit behind, in case Zim had cameras of some sort in the back of his ship. "Zim's left to go to this planet in the past, and he was back in a little over a day," the black-haired kid said. "I've compared the coordinates and hacked a map of the galaxy from Zim's computer, and then computed this ship's maximum speed. All in all, it shouldn't be much more than a half hour. An hour, at the most, if Zim keeps going this slow."
The blond girl shrugged. "That's fine by me. There's plenty to do in this little ship of yours, so I wouldn't be surprised if we get to the planet before I'm done."
"Are you sure?" Dib asked. "You could borrow my laptop, if you want."
Myra smirked. "I highly doubt there's anything of much interest on there. Besides, I want to learn how the control panel works. It's activated by your touch, correct?"
"Yeah."
"Who owned it before you?"
"Tak. She's an Irken, like Zim, that came to Earth about five-six months ago. After Zim and I foiled her plan to destroy the Earth, she disappeared, and her ship landed in my backyard. Gaz and I fixed it up, and I flew it to the moon last month."
"Our moon, or another planet's?"
"Ours."
Myra sniggered. "That's not very far. We passed the moon about five minutes ago."
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Fourty filthy Earth minutes. That's all the time it took for Zim to reach Hobo 13, the ultimate military training planet. As the Voot Cruiser touched down on the dusty ground, the canopy opened and Gir immediately hopped out. Zim followed slightly more slowly, as he spotted members of various races also gathered there. Gir sat down with his pig and now-empty SuckMonkey, and began to play with the dirt. The ruby-eyed Irken noticed that many of the others had begun to stare at him angrily, and he hastily decided to stay with the Voot. Murder shone in their eyes. Murder of Irkens.
Instead, Zim gazed at the sky, a pale brown-yellow color, with a large sun hovering overhead. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar ship lowering to the ground. A ship that previously belonged to his Irken enemy, and now belonged to his human opponent. "Dib," he hissed.