A/N Well, it looks like only ONE PERSON is reading this story! That kinda makes me sad. *pouts* ANY way, let's see what happened to our dear friend, Dwicky…

Chapter 3

Dwicky was escorted into the piloting room in the Massive by a muscular Irken named Mikal. When he entered, the crew members all stopped what they were doing and stared at him. Irkens had naturally large eyes, and the staring made Dwicky considerably uncomfortable. He was ushered down a catwalk. The Tallest were sitting in chairs in the middle of the immense room, but they weren't facing him. Mikal cleared his throat.

"My Tallest?"

"What?" one of them asked in a bored tone.

"There's a… Human… Here to see you."

For a moment, no one moved. Then, slowly, they swiveled their chairs around.

"Thanks, Mikal, we'll take it from here," called the red-clad one. Mikal nodded and hurried away.

Dwicky bowed awkwardly.

"My Tallest… Sirs… My name is Daniel Dwicky. I'm from Earth-" the Tallests' eyes narrowed when he mentioned his home planet-"but for the past six years, I've been flying around the universe with some Plookesians named Mooshy and Spoopty. Uh… Well, the reason I'm here is, well, we stopped on the planet Foodcourtia a while back, and we heard about something… Someone is plotting to overthrow the Irken empire."

There was a chilled silence. The Tallest wearing red turned a paler shade of green, but the one next to him, the one wearing purple, seemed interested.

"Who's plotting to overthrow us? It's not that Resisty again, is it?"

Dwicky shook his head. He had heard of the Resisty, but as far as he knew, they were going to be laying low for a while.

"No, it was an Irken. An Irken is plotting to destroy you all."

Purple raised an eyebrow.

"He didn't have a PAK, I noticed. Don't all Irkens have to have a PAK to survive?" Dwicky added as an afterthought. Purple and Red exchanged concerned looks.

"What was this Irken's name, Dwicky?" asked Red.

"Uh… Lemme think… Like I said, it was a while ago…"

More silence. Then-"His name was Kreelor."

Red stared at the human in disbelief. I thought Kreelor was dead! he thought. Hopefully, Purple wouldn't remember "the incedent", almost one-hundred years ago.

But, his co-ruler wasn't as dumb as he looked.

"You say this guy had no PAK?" he asked. Dwicky nodded. Purple turned to Red. "I thought we had all Illegals executed!"

Red nodded.

"Of course we do! So, obviously, Dwicky, you made some kind of mistake."

Red didn't want anyone to know that his worst fears had been realized-the inevitable War was approaching, faster then he had expected.

Dwicky was escorted out of the room, and the matter was forgotten. At least, that was what each Tallest wanted the other to believe.

"You… You're an Illegal, aren't you?"

Fiz could only stare at Cru in horror-this was a scene from one of her worst nightmares. She had been discovered. She was going to die.

Cru bent over and picked up Fiz's PAK. She examined it for a moment, then threw it onto Fiz's bed.

"I should have known."

Cru looked into Fiz's eyes, and Fiz looked away.

"I'm not going to turn you in."

Fiz had not been expecting that. She looked up at Cru.

"Why?"

"What have you ever done to me?" Cru asked with a shrug. "And what would I gain from having you killed? Honestly, though, I'd be more careful if I were you. I know there are some Irkens on this ship who would LOVE to score points with the Tallest, and what better way then to be discover an illegally-born Irken? Take Scree, for example. Or Wart. Or-"

"I get it, I get it, everyone hates me! You don't have to rub it in!"

Cru smiled and left the room. Fiz watched her go and sighed.

If we're going to war for our freedom, we better do it soon…

A/N I know, this chapter was short and suckish (kinda like me!), but at least I got the main point across… And I'm pretty sure Zim, Gir, Dib, Gaz, Tak, and Mimi will be in the next chapter. I haven't exactly planned it out yet.

PEACE SUCKAAAAAHZ!

~Party Poison