Author's note: YES! Chapter 3 is out! I am very excited and hope you enjoy the beginning of the invasion!
(Note: a * means refer to the end of the story for something, whatever it may be)
Disguises.
We needed disguises. There was no other way we could waltz around Feroth as two Irkens and a robot with a super-powered arm and leg.
Eww. The Ferothans. In my opinion, these things were extremely ugly.* They had horrible teal skin, which was disturbingly smooth. They had huge, elliptical eyes that seemed to see everything. These were a darker blue. Otherwise the body shape was almost exactly the same as mine. They usually wore black items of clothing that were ragged and hung off of them, with two sleeves for their arms. So I simply programmed a convincing holographic costume and prepared to look around. Find weaknesses.
"Mo!" I shouted. Mo seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Sir! What do you require, sir?"
"We're gonna need an outfit for you and me. Stay still for a moment. Computer? Generate a holographic outfit for Mo and me to blend in with the inhabitants of this revolting planet!"
"Yes, sir," relayed the computer as light started to buzz around us. Suddenly I heard a loud zapping noise and felt a sort of warmth. I looked at the mirror in my base and saw that I looked just like any regular Ferothan**. Mo looked like one of their pets of which the name I do not know. I began to laugh maniacally.
"It's perfect, Mo. Absolutely perfect! Now, we need to find out more about this planet and its weaknesses… come with me, Mo! We will go for a little… say… walk."
"Yes, sir!" Mo replied, following close behind me.
We walked through the city we were in for a while. It was such a strange place. The structure, though, and the architecture, was amazing. I must say that I enjoyed our walk, for the quiet portion. But when we arrived at the bigger part of the city, we saw some Ferothans interacting with one another along our stroll.
"Squilch, only '…'!" (I couldn't understand these words, but I assumed that they were currency and numbers.)
"'…'! That's ridiculous!" another had replied.
"Go find another Squilch for cheaper, you ugly son of a…" and yet again, he said something here I couldn't understand, but from all these things, and much more from other conversations, I could easily infer that the Ferothans were not the friendly type.
"The architecture is amazing, but Mo, I've had enough of these filthy creatures. What do you say we go back to the base now?" I mumbled to Mo in annoyance of the exceptionally rude aliens.
"If you wish, sir," Mo replied. We walked home as I wished Mo would have some feelings of his own for once.
We reached the base where we found Screnge resting on a strange, comfortable-looking piece of furniture that must have been put into the base. "Screnge," I said, "we need some sort of plan. We can't just go and attack this mass of scum. Plus, I'd like to keep some of the buildings and get some… architectural ideas."
Screnge made some excuse for a yawn and got up. "Well, it's not like we have much equipment. I mean, we have two invaders, a ship, a base, and a modified SIR unit." I realized that he was talking about the new arm and leg that we had to make for Mo when he had crashed into a rock on a planet that would not soon be forgotten. "We also have never invaded, either of us."
"Well, we're not the only ones there," I replied. "I mean, we are in the first and only Operation Impending Doom so far, and there have been no mass invasions for quite a while."
"True, but either way, that doesn't help with our little invasion over on this planet," Screnge said, thinking. "Here's an idea. How about we find the central force, which, in this case, is the dictator?"
"Then we will have a chance to overthrow him," I said, finishing his thought. "Since the dictator holds lots of the Ferothans' amazing technology to himself, he will be a target to defeat, and from there, it's all fun and games. I like it. But we still need the proper equipment."
"We were trained for this situation exactly," said Screnge, standing up. "We need to use our materials around us. How was our base created? Well, by pulling materials from our surroundings and mixing the atoms to make the right materials and shapes. We just need to do the same thing for weapons."
"Yes, but messing with atoms isn't easy," I mumbled, still audible to Screnge. "Our ships are only programmed, and only have the capabilities, of making a base."
"We don't have to mess with the atoms, then," Screnge said thoughtfully. "We just need to use the materials we have, or can obtain, to make weapons that we can use."
I thought about this for a moment. After a while, I finally said, "Well then, let's go look around."
Mo, Screnge, and I left the base.
The materials we found were mostly useful. Mo found some metal (yeah, SIR units are just that awesome); Screnge found a strange, tough but bendable material; and I found some bizarre powder that smoked when smashed and some abnormally tough woody material.
"Ready to make some weapons?" I smirked at my co-invader and SIR unit.
"Yes, my lord!" recited Mo.
"Oh, yes I am," Screnge said excitedly.
We took some tools and got to work.
*In my opinions, the Ferothans look rather interesting, and, dare I say, awesome. This is just an Irken's point of view. And a dry one, at that.
**This is a self-made picture of a Ferothan: .
Just so you know, Ferothans are not creatures from Invader Zim; neither is there a planet by the name of Feroth. I made these for the purposes of my story.