"So, uh, Zim, sir?" Ave asked, looking at the red-eyed Irken who he was now stuck with; he was careful not to eye him strangely as he typed away on the computer.
"Yes, yes, what is it? I'm in the middle of an important... thing." A glare met his stare as Zim turned briefly, still typing.
"I think it's close to time for Skool, Zim. We should probably leave soo-" He was cut off by Zim grunting, and turning away.
"You don't know, do you? These humans do not have Skool on these... Weekends. Today and tomorrow we are free to plan." Zim hissed, continuing to type something out. "Now shoo, go do something useful, like watch the Perimeter or whatever." Zim gestured with his hand to the corridor from which Ave had come from, and sighing, the young Invader left the room.

"MiMi, I need your input on this." Tak called to the small machine, busy at the pod's controls (They'd rigged a propulsion system earlier; it made getting out of space easier).
"Yes, Mistress?" MiMi's head did a 180; Tak tried not to find it disturbing.
"Shall we attempt to find a vacant area, set up our own base, or take Zim's?" She chuckled at the thought.
"Operation Defective Scumbag would be completed much faster if we attempted the latter, although a higher chance of success would result if we decided on the former." The machine paused. "The former would also be more reliable, if slow."
"Hm. Do we have any personal construction units on-board?" Tak asked, raising an eye.
"Negative."
"How good are our chances of crash-landing in Zim's base and surviving, then?"
"69.3%. 24.7% of that would result in staying conscious."
"MiMi, make sure not to end up breaking my spine when we crash-land. If you do I will deactivate you personally."
"Illogical, you'd be dead."
"Shut up and help me drive this thing through re-entry."

"Day off? Convenient." Averii muttered, plopping himself down on the couch and rebooting his Blaze E-Reader. He then continued to read about the AK-47 and it's various clones. He had never thought of various different companies and alliances competing to design weaponry; he had always been used to Government-designed, Government-issued weaponry like his old Overwatch Rifle.

"To sum up this report to myself, ZIM, during the procedure, subject became infuriatingly disobedient, and disregarded order-"
"Sir, there's sorta a... High speed object... Thing... approaching the base. It's pretty fast." His computer interrupted.
"Hm? A missile? An aircraft? Lock down the base!" Zim ordered.
"But we have no lock-down, Sir." The computer argued.
"SHOOT IT DOWN!" He hissed.
"No Point Defense Systems either."
"WHAT KIND OF BASE HAS NO SIMPLE AIR DEFENSES?" Zim continued to screech.
"Yours." The computer retorted.

"HELP! HELP! OH GOD, HELP!" Dib shouted as he sprinted down the street; there were few trees, and at noon, he couldn't hide in the dark.
"DIIIIIB!" He heard his sister hiss; she didn't sound far.
"HELP ME!" His cries continued to go unanswered (Save for the occasional head out the window or annoyed glare from the odd adult; it sucked to be the Protector of Humanity sometimes).
"YOU! WILL! PAY!" Came her shouting once more; she was on the warpath.
"I DIDN'T TAKE THE LAST BATTERY, I'M TELLING YOU!" He cried, his legs beginning to burn as he frantically searched for a hiding place, before spotting a reasonably concealed tree to his right. "SERIOUSLY! I DIDN'T!" He shouted once more, glancing over his shoulder. No one there, but probably not for long; if he was going to try to hide, it was now, and he began to run for the tree, sprinting like a madman (Not that he was or wasn't).

She knew he was hiding; in that one tree he always watched Zim from. Every day, watching the incompetent alien like a sort of stalker.
"You can't delay this, Dib." She hissed under her breath; she began to stare towards him, but froze as she locked onto what looked like...

"A meteor?" Dib thought aloud. "Falling towards..." His gaze fell to the green and purple target; Zim's base. He hardly realized he was in his favorite spy tree.

***

"MIMI... SURVIVABILITY?" Tak hissed out, her robot crushed to the wall behind her, and her back squished to her seat. She was straining to pull the ship up, trying to keep the cockpit out of danger.
"UNKNOWN." The machine replied, barely heard over the roar of re-entry as they screeched towards Zim's base.
"THIS IS GETTING RATHER PAINFUL!" Tak shouted; the machine could do nothing to respond as the hurtled, nose-first, towards Zim's roof.
"RECOMMEND TO BRAC-" The machine was cut off by the screaming and ear-wrenching cries of the metal in both the base roof and Tak's ship being crushed and destroyed as she tore through. It didn't help that Tak was screaming now, and that the two began to be thrashed about the cabin. Nor did it help that there were many loud cracks as she ricocheted around.

***

Ave had froze when he heard it.
"Oh, crap." He said; the familiar roar of a ship entering atmosphere (Or a meteor) filled the air, getting louder each passing second. Then, he heard the screaming of metal on high-speed metal as he dived clear of the couch as a steel something tore through it and the ceiling, shouting in panic as it embedded itself in the floor.
"ASSISTANT! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" He heard Zim shout, he glanced to his right, and saw Zim emerging from the toilet lift.
"Eh..." He looked to the crashed mass, and to the hole in the ceiling (He saw a few pieces of crushed purple, pink, and crimson material; probably the Voot Runner Zim had).
"Well?" He prodded, still in the toilet.
"There's... A pod or something. I think it crashed through the Voot." Averii said.
"Hm?" Zim's eyes looked intrigued. "What do you mean pod..." He strode past Ave, and glanced at the wreckage. "SWEET TALLEST ABOVE! SHE'S HERE TO GUT ME!" He hissed, and ran back into the kitchen.

She smelt smoke. That probably wasn't good. That, and she felt like all her bones were shattered. Which they probably were. She opened her eyes with a groan, her body throbbing, and immediately wished she hadn't. The pod was on it's side, it was dark, and she was sprawled out on her side, with her right arm twisted the wrong way and bleeding out of more than a few spots, and to add to that, she had a ringing in her ears and she could hear the sparking and crackling of a flame not too far away, probably in the power unit.
"MiMi..." She groaned, and coughed up lime green; that wasn't good.
"Er... Er-rrr..." She heard her machine try to speak. From what she heard, it wasn't good for her small creation as well.
Not that she could help it when the robot fell on her head, and black became all she saw and heard. Simply black darkness.

"What do you mean, she?" Averii asked, perplexed. "You mean this thing belongs to someone you know?"
"IT'S HER! THE TAK-DEMON! SHE'S RETURNED!" Zim hissed, curling his fists into claws and hunching over.
"Someone's in there? Shouldn't we do something?" Ave suggested. "It's not right to leave someone like this if they're alive in there!"
"DO something? Hilarious!" Zim laughed sarcastically. "You don't understand! She's a hideous creature, a hideous, robot-stealing, mission-thieving abomination!" He hissed.
"If you hate her so much, why don't you capture her or something?" He retorted. "Besides, there's a bit of smoke coming out of there, if we don't do something, there'll be a sizable fire."
"Ugh, whatever. Come on, we don't have all day." Zim grunted, angry and defeated. Ave followed him around and over the tentacles of the ship (They nearly missed landing on the TV, lucky for GIR) and stood at the smoke-clouded, part-buried glass cockpit.
"How are we going to do this?" Ave asked, ready to get to work.
"Hm..." Zim paused, thinking, and after a moment, his antennae sprang up. "INGENIOUS!" He shouted, lifting a startled Averii over his head and flinging him head-first into the crack webbed glass. With all the damage it had sustained, the tough material shattered into pieces as Ave sailed through, and out poured the smoke, revealing the slumped form of Tak, with MiMi on her head.
Both were unmoving, which made something inside Zim tighten.
"You prick, that hurt!" Ave hissed, coughing and spluttering as his glass-ridden head poked out of the back (He'd landed a bit farther in the smoke), but he froze, his expression hardening as he looked at the bodies before him.
"Are they dead? Make sure before we start tossing the corpses." Zim ordered. Ave responded by tossing the inactive, battered, and mangled body of MiMi at him, narrowly missing his head.
"That's for tossing me into starship-rated glass." He growled, crouching down and searching for a pulse. His eyes went wide when, amazingly enough, he found one. "Well, she's alive, but seeing the condition she's in, that probably won't be for long." He muttered, face hard and grim.
The tightness inside Zim resided, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but smacked himself for it.
"Well, then. Can you lift her yourself?" Zim asked.
"We'll need one of those Gurney things." Ave said.
"IT'S GREEN LADY AND MIMI! HI MIMI!" Shouted a familiar teal-eyed robot.
"GIR! SHOO!" Zim hissed.