"...so in conclusion. The answer to world peace is the eradication of all life. The murder of every human being on the face of the planet is not enough. Evolution would eventually reinstate a so called advanced intelligence. Hell why stop with just the living breathing beings. I say just to be safe...we burn it all." Zim finished his report with a satisfied grin.
A pair of hands smacked each other with deafening force from the teachers desk and Zim could distinctly hear his teacher purring. "Thank you horrible child number 23 for that fantastic explanation of world peace. You may take your seat and return to your boring life."
Zim strode to his desk and sat down continuing the blueprints for the modifications he was going to make to the pak when he finally got it back. 'I love philosophy class.' the boy thought.
A knock at the classroom door brought Zim's attention out of his own head and riveted the rest of the classes attention away from the current report. In walked a man with a black goatee and a head full of messy black hair. Just below his hairline one could easily discern a blackened scar with obvious stitching lines.
"What do you want Mr. Dwicky? We are in the middle of ignoring this troubled child's obvious cry for help." Ms. Bitters snarled.
Even as the teen began to cry Mr. Dwicky was still smiling. " I just thought that I would personally escort your two new students to class." Mr. Dwicky stepped aside to reveal two fresh faces to the class. Both of these faces happened to be green of course but it was obvious that they would not be getting the same treatment as Zim.
One of the new kids was a boy who took the class in with an interested glance about, almost as though he were studying them. His jacket stank of jet fuel and his boots screamed military deployment. The girls in the class were instantly taken by his heroic stance and the nonchalant manor in which he used it.
Then there was the girl. She had a cold and uncaring stare that told Zim that she was not to be trifled with. Her stance spoke of a long history of martial artistry that never left the surface. On top of all that she was easy on the eyes and Zim suspected that she didn't know it. He also suspected that she had never had to deal with such a fact before due to the aggressively nervous way she kept glaring at the slack jawed boys in the classroom.
Zim did a double take to assure himself that the new arrivals completions were not merely a trick of the light. They were green skinned, just like him. Maybe he wasn't such a freak after all. He could hardly contain his excitement as he hastened to capture the two on paper. The whole world fell into the background until his paper, his pencil, and his subjects were the only things left.
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Gaz Perspective
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"Class say hello to your new doomed classmates." The old bat in the corner growled and was met with a swift response from the class.
"Hello and welcome to our classroom." The class cheered with an enthusiasm that caught the two off guard. There was only one boy who didn't bother giving this greeting. This is what attracted Gaz's attention to him almost immediately. She couldn't see much of him behind the large sketchpad that he was obviously scrawling upon.
Ms. Bitters started talking again "Thank you for that outstanding welcome class. Now class drone numbers 52 and 53 please make a quick and short introduction and then select your seats."
Dib stepped up to speak before his new peers first. Gaz resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sneer, she hated that gung ho attitude.
Dib smiled, "Well my name is Dib and I find extraterrestrial lifeforms fascinating." his sly look spoke of an inside joke but Gaz could see his eyes raking over the rows of students. That idiot was going to ruin the whole plan with his odd fascination. Gaz growled softly to let Dib know to shut up. "But enough about me everyone, who would like to hear about my awesome sister." Dib began walking away to pick a seat before she even had time to protest.
Gaz looked at the sea of faces staring up at her expecting an introduction. Some of the boys had their hands up. This time she really did roll her eyes. "It was a rhetorical question you idiots." When they just stared blankly she sighed heavily "Just put your hands down." She waited until they were finished complying and then went on to the introduction. "My name is Gazelene and if you value your pathetic lives you will leave me alone." She narrowed her eyes at the male students who were staring. She tried to cover her exposed body parts however she quickly gave up on this endeavor and settled for glaring. "And if you guys want to keep your body parts intact you will stop staring at me."
Most of the boys in class averted their eyes away from her feminine curves at this, however one hulking neanderthal in the front row didn't quite get the message. "Hey baby that skirt would look great crumpled up at the end of my bed."
Gaz was about to advance upon this moron when Dib pseudo coughed to stop her. She saw a seat near the back of class that looked dimly lit and decided to go for it. As she was making her way past the ape-like child she felt a pinching sensation on her rear. A smacking sound rang out followed by a heavy thud. Gaz looked around just in time to see the inattentive student returning behind his sketch pad.
A whooshing sound announced the large teens decent to what the teaching drone made reference to as the "underground classrooms". As she sat down next to her unnecessary defender she attempted to catch his eye in vain. She couldn't make anything out about him and yet when she looked over at Dib she could see the oddest look on his face. Dib's expression was caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief. At that moment the bell rang and Gaz lost sight of the unknown boy in the surging crowd of students. When all of the crowd had left aside from the two invaders Gaz found a drawing on the ground near her desk. As Dib approached her she lifted the paper up to her eye level. It was a schematic for an oddly constructed PAK.
A voice came from the doorway to the classroom "Well well this changes things substantially."
The siblings turned to see a face they were well accustomed with. Dib and Gaz both drew their blasters and took aim at the being before them. The irken female waved her hands at them. Dib was the one to speak, "Hold it right there Tak."
"Well it's obvious that my reputation precedes me. But I'm willing to make a little deal with you. And trust me that doesn't happen very often" She said narrowing her eyes to purple slits.
Dib's blaster lowered an inch "What exactly could we possibly possess that could entice you into giving up the bounty on our heads?"
Tak grinned, "Funny you should ask. You two planned on taking this planet for your creator. I want in on the deal...and you can throw in that oddity that I just saw and we'll call it even."
Gaz was about to ask what she meant when Dib cut over her. "Well I don't want it but it's taken a bit of a liking to Gaz." He turned to Gaz "What do you think little sister?"
Gaz glared, "I told you never to call me that, and I don't know what you keep referring to. What oddity are we promising her?"
Dib chuckled a little, "The half-irken who put that large child on the ground with a single punch. So odd to find a half breed here of all places. I would have thought Grothka would have been the one place."
Gaz mulled it over in her head, "I'd like to see what kind of person he is before I hand his leash over to you. I'd rather see what he can do."
Tak smiled "Fine you can keep your mate fo choice I wasn't really interested."
"He's not my ma..." Gaz began before being interrupted.
"Regardless, are the two of you willing to share and play nice with this ball of filth?"
Dib looked to Gaz and she nodded her head. "We are so long as you report our deaths."
Tak grinned "Deal. Now can me and my SIR catch a ride with you two to your base?"
"Why can't you make your own base?" Gaz questioned the bounty hunter.
"I don't have any of my equipment thanks to my ships collision with a human building and I was forced to make it self destruct due to the short length of time I needed to repair it."
Gaz was about to tell her to find her own damn place when Dib agreed. He would pay for that later. "I say that we use the half-breed freak to get information on this planet. If anyone will be interested in talking to us it'll be him. Trapped on this rock without a friendly face should have starved him for familiar company."