Author's Note: Sorry I'm taking so long to update. I haven't been writing as much since I'm moving all over. I'm getting an apartment this week! :D So once everything settles down this will probably become more regular. I have all the chapters planned I just have to write them out. This chapter is kinda short but it's more for information and filler for the more juicy chapters coming up. Prepare for the epicness cuz thats what comes next!
~DeathlyFlames
D.I.B. Chapter 7
Zim watched as the Voot flew off in the direction of Irk. Zim laughed and turned back to the Professor, relieved that none of the humans had noticed his ship leaving. They were busy with the commotion the machine had caused during its malfunction. Membrane was staring at the sparking machines, unthinking. Zim walked onto stage and gestured to the frantic humans. The crowd settled to listen.
"People of Earth. No need to panic. The machine is simply broken, and the disgusting filth child is gone."
A few people in the crown spoke out.
"Broken?"
"What about world hunger?"
"What are we supposed to do now?"
"Silence! Do not worry your stinky human livers about this. Zim will fix all." Without another word, Zim grabbed the Professor and left, leaving the machine behind. Zim would have the computer take care of the machine later. Right now he needed to put his new plan into action. He called the Professor over and walked back to the base. There was no Dib to stop him now.
Dib shot a couple targets and flipped, kicking another target. He wasn't exactly center, but he was improving greatly since he had entered the facility a couple days before. Without the ability to walk freely on Irk and without access to a Voot, Dib had no way of returning to Earth. For now, until an opportunity arose, he was resigned to waiting it out, training his SIR body.
He had never noticed much about Gir while on Earth. He had seen that the robot was truly an idiot, and that he lacked any common sense. Dib had assumed all robots were like this until he met Mimi. But Mimi, like her ship, was handmade by Tak. That meant that like her ship, the technology was vastly different than standard equipment. So until Dib had come to Irk, he had never realized how powerful a standard-issue SIR unit was.
They had near perfect aim to begin with, using their training to hone their sensors. He also found that SIRs were in fact sentient machines. They thought for themselves and had the ability to problem solve. He also learned that SIRs went by a code where in the event of their master being unable to complete the mission or misusing his SIR unit, the SIR was allowed to act independently, keeping the good of the mission in mind.
Though Dib trained frequently, he needed other things to occupy his time. As he lived in this facility, days blended into weeks and weeks into months. It was hard for Dib to keep track of how long he had been on Irk when he needed no sleep, had no meals to count, no calendar, or sun. Dib used his down time from training to study SIRs internally. He grabbed unused robots from the factory and took them apart, learning new things that even his father hadn't discovered. Life had become routine, easy. He almost forgot to miss Earth sometimes.
One day, his routine was broken. The facility had workers that wandered in sometimes, checking on progress, taking notes. One day he heard them discuss something called the Great Assigning and something called Impending Doom III.
For days he tried to spy on the workers and catch as much as he could about what was happening on Irk. He found out that the last mission had been such a success that they were starting another Impending Doom plan immediately. He knew that SIRs were given away on these missions. It was his chance. He could file in as a normal SIR unit and be assigned to an Irken.
Dib knew this was his chance. While in a Voot with an Irken, he could take over the ship and fly it to Earth. He figured that with his weaponry he had a good chance of overtaking whatever pathetic alien he was paired with.
Dib set to work, training as much as he could as the invasion neared.
