On with my story, and please... I can't stress it enough, REVIEW!! REVIEW OR THE ROBOT GETS IT! (holds a SIR unit ransom)
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"I said JEALOUS, not JELLY!"
She felt like storming off into the house and slamming the door, but she knew to do so, to go somewhere Zim could not follow, would mean death for him. Much as she was annoyed just then, she didn't want him to die.
It was two days after retrieving Tak's ship and she was hot, sweaty and irritable. She wore a thin, dirty pink tank top and a short skirt. It was very unlike her usual dress but it was all she had clean for the moment and the clothes were thin and light enough to be cool. Her hair had been swept back into a messy, careless bun-thing and fell in tendrils around her neck and there was a smudge of grease on her cheek.
She was trying to fix the ship.
Zim had been rambling about the kid Dib and how much he annoyed him and she had nonchalantly called him jealous of Dib's intellect. Zim had gone off, shouting, "this has nothing to do with Jelly!" She had snapped, her patience on the breaking point.
Try as she might to fix the problem with the ship's on board computer, and as much as Tak's artificial downloaded personality tried to direct her, she just... couldn't... figure it out.
"I help?"
She looked around (she was sitting in the cockpit on her knees) and saw GIR and managed a small smile. She liked the little robot. He was so stupid and mostly insane, but cute. Childlike and distractable. She could never help but smile when he was around, no matter how irritated she was with Zim.
"Sure, GIR. Could you pass me things?" she replied. She pointed to a toolbox and a jewelry box behind her. The tools were obvious, but she had brought her jewelry box for a different reason. There was more than jewelry in there. Small, percise tools she used for modifying jewelry, like chain links. Fixing a superior technological computer called for more than just a simple clumsy screwdriver.
"Okeedokee!" GIR hopped up into the cockpit and sat on the floor next to the tools with a small, metallic "clang".
She sighed, blowing her hair out of her face, and turned back to the piece of the computer that was "damaged" as the ship said. It was a mess of wires and metal tubing and blinking lights. If it weren't for the ship's artificial intelligence, she wouldn't have a clue what she was doing. She was good with computers, but this was ridiculous; this was closer to engineering, and she was bollocks with that.
"No, no no, for the last time, you foolish girl! If I had hands, I would fix myself!" Tak's voice said snobbishly. Her slight British accent was odd... maybe some Irkens spoke differently depending on what part of Irk they were from, like humans?
"You gots dirt on your face!" GIR informed her cheerfully. He handed her the next thing she needed, a pair of needle nose pliers and some electrical tape.
She wiped it off with the back of her forearm and kept working.
Zim watched her work with a mixture of spite and a twinge of what she called "jealousy". GIR was HIS robot slave, not hers!
That, and she was fixing the ship all wrong! Irken technology and human pliers! It was ridiculous! But Tak's ship lashed out at him whenever it felt he was getting too close, so she would have to fix it with her primitive human tools.
As for his ship and all his homemade supplies, he was almost ready. He had a new navigation system for his computer, he had every mini weapon imaginable (crammed into his PAK, where there was extra room) and all he needed was a way to get rid of her once he got to Irk. He had been thinking with his incredible mind and had come to only one conclusion; take her to an Irk and, after getting this infernal jailing bracelet off, abandon her and leave for Earth again, with a new idea for world conquest and better equipment. It was genius! As long ashe escaped notice by the Tallest, no one need ever know he had ditched his human jailer.
Although he supposed he would miss her delicious human "lemon bars". Delicious!
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On board the Massive, Tallest Red and Purple were checking up on all the Invaders. So far, everyone was coming along nicely. It wasn't easy felling a plnet to its knees alone. Next on the list was Zim. They had forgotten to cross him off as Permanently Banished.
"Should we even bother? I mean, it's not like he can get off the planet," said Red, waving his spiffy new holo-clipboard around.
"Yeah, but we forgot to repo his Voot runner," said Purple.
There was a short, awkward silence. Actually, no one had thought he would dare use the Voot to get off the planet. He was bound to the Earths surface by his bracelet, which was unremovable except by a control brain or one of them. They hadn't taken it because, well... he was stranded, so why bother? It was more to taunt him than anything, really.
"Let's check on him, just to be sure. Track the bracelet's signal or something," said Red, an uneasy feeling in his squeedly spooch.
Purple pushed a button and a three dimensional, transparent holographic image of the Earth popped up. On it was a single glowing red dot. That was Zim's bracelet.
"Zoom in on it," said Red. Purple pushed another button and the planet wasn't transparent any more. Now it was a blue-green ball with swirls of cloud white and dirt brown on it. The signal was still strong. It meant either Zim was still wearing it or he had somehow ditched it. He may be insane but he wasn't stupid.
Purple enhanced the image until they saw the place where Zim had been forced to take new residence after they took his base. It was a rather plain, broken down house with a fenced in back yard facing a lot of trees. Zim was in the back yard, as well. Red was pleased to see he was still wearing the bracelet.
"Hey! In't that the Voot runner? And... there's ANOTHER Irken ship? Where'd he get THAT?!" cried Purple, slamming two whole donuts into his mouth. Red noticed he tended to eat a LOT when he was bored or under stress.
Red took over the controls and zoomed in on the unfamiliar Irken ship... it seemed to be a heavily modified, Irken customized Spittle runner, painted red and emblazoned with the Irken military insignia. The antennae were curled rather than layed back. Whoever owned that ship must be female.
They both saw the human jailer in the cockpit and it didn't take a Vortian scientist to tell them she was attempting to fix whatever was wrong with the ship. Zim's insnae robot GIR sat beside her, handing her tools and smiling vapidly. They appeared to be talking but audio couldn't be heard.
They both looked at each other, each one cramming donuts in their mouths. They couldn't speak very well with all that food, but Red knew they were thinking the same thing.
What on EARTH was Zim planning THIS time?
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Hey, I know that last line isn't something the Irkens would turn into a figure of speech (what on earth) since they had never actually heard of planet earth until episode 1 "the nightmare begins", but I just thoguht it'd be funy...
anyway, please review!!
