Okay so I have somethings to say. WHERE DID ALL THE REVIEWS GO LAST WEEK?! Please don't take this as much bitching. I'm just thing, okay so I went back and read the last two chapters of mine and wow, I really let it go to crap. It was really bad, there were plot holes, missing words, and I just kinda let my imagination take the wheel and forgot logic so that's my fault. So I'm going to attempt to redeem myself by making the next few chapters of this story as awesome as possible. There will be action, there will be depression, and there will be romance! So buckle up and hold onto something. This is going to be epic!
Dib walks up to what appears to be a temporary command center and turns on a monitor.
"Dib. What took you so long?" The President asked.
"I got caught up going over the strategy with the soldiers."
"That's no excuse, every moment is precious time we don't have." The President scolded. "We barley managed to muster up ten million trained soldiers and forty million more that are being given a very brief training session!"
"Relax sir, we have a great confidence in the trained soldiers to teach the volunteers how to fight at defend. Now what was it that you called me for?" Dib asked.
"Oh right, so the other leaders and I have been talking and we decided that your buddy. What's his name...Zim is not trustable and we are going to need to keep him detained until we know what to do." The President said.
"With all due respect, I highly advise against it, he's proved he is plenty trustworthy. He gave us their weaknesses and a strategy that none of us could have even thought of, plus he's an exile to his own people." Dib explained.
"And why's that...?" The President asked sarcastically.
"Because he is able to experience emotions of affection, something that none of race feels. From what I understand, they have no sense of love, affection, sadness, and they're only loyal to their superiors." He said. "In other words he's a rebel to the system of their society which is whole lot like a dictatorship. I also thought we, the land of the free, helped bring down dictatorships, not lock up the people responsible for a political revolution."
"Well this is different..."
"And how exactly is it different?" Dib interrupted, getting more aggressive with each word. "Whether or not they're aliens, they are here to kill us all, or enslave us and use us for their own needs. We have no significance to them and even if we're superior to them, they are going to try to end our civilization in fear of being pushed aside in the future." Tears of anger and pain from the sudden realization of the situation, ran down Dib's cheeks. "Don't you see? If we don't get all the help we can, we'll never win and in the end our civilization will be eradicated without reaching the potential we have. I believe we as a civilization, are meant for so much more, and this is our chance to take a step in the direction of legends."
"I think I understand...but your still going to have wait until I have convinced the other leaders to free your friend. I'll talk to them and hopefully I can convince them, but in the mean time you need to continue what you've been doing and speed up; we only have a few hours left before we need to take the first steps of our plan."
"Understood."
-TRANSMISSION OVER-
Gaz is walking by the door as Dib leaves the room with a concerned look.
"So are they going to let him go?"
"No...they need to discuss it before they do. I'm sorry." He said. "We better get back to assembly area..."
The two of them walked quietly back to the lab.
"Hey!" A man called. "You two still need to be trained too. Just because you made this possible doesn't mean you excluded. We only have enough time to train each group for an hour so it won't take too long."
OOOOOOOO
-TWO HOURS LATER-
Dib and Gaz, along with hundreds of other helicopters, landed at the base. When everyone got out they were instructed to wait in the large courtyard until further notice. After about five minutes the intercom turned on, initially letting out a loud screech.
"Attention volunteers. You have given yourselves for the greater good of humanity and on behalf of all the nations worldwide, I thank you for this. Now we have discussed a plan based on basic defense. Commander Viscera here, will explain it to you."
There was a sound of the microphone being handed over and another voice was heard. "The plan is simple.
Step one. You should have received brief training of simple combat strategy and know-how. The next part is we need to take is we are going to use the teleporters that have been supplied to us by the Membranes, and transport to a station that we have recently discovered in orbit. We will send in two teams. Team A and B. Team A move towards the docking station and secure it while Team B will move in on the control room. When team B reaches the room, they will capture the hostile, allowing me to use the controls to turn the ship around and aim the cannon in the opposite direction.
Step two. After assuming control of the station, we will wait and prepare for the mothership, known as The Massive. When they come into sight I will fire the laser and destroy the shields. This will allow us to do some serious damage using what ever weapons we have and launch the initial attack.
Step three. Once we have punched a hole in the defenses, will move in and dock onto their ship. We will not use the teleporters to make sure we are precise with where we enter. Once we get on, the rest of the fight is uphill. We will face footsoldiers, heavy weapons specialist, and the private guard. We'll fight our way to the control room and and stop them before they arrive.
Step four. Once we have the control room, they will be relentless to get it back. Which is why I will leave through a back route with a few soldiers to capture their leaders and force em to retreat. From there we will drive them off."
The microphone was handed back with a quiet thud. "Okay, each of you should have received a digital watch with a built-in messenger. Those of you that have have been chosen for the first step of plan, your watches will be receiving a layout of the plan and you will continue to receive the steps as we progress. You are to follow the instructions to the letter and be as quick as possible in completing the tasks." There was a wave of quiet beeps as everyone received the message. "Alright you will have two minutes to review the plan and then its showtime. The rest of you will be receiving extra training in combat."
Dib looked down at the watch as he received one of the few messages. 'Wait, what do we do if these plans don't work?' He thought. 'Do we just sit there and pray that we can pull off a miracle, or do we just accept our fate and give up?' He shook these thoughts out of his head and began to make his way to the teleporters. He stepped on the teleporter with Team B and waited.
After a few minutes they were finally taken to the station. It was dark and creepy area that they were teleported to, but it wasn't too far front the control room.
They began their sweep of the halls. They walked through empty hallway after empty hallway. The ceiling had wires hanging from it and the walls looked a bit rusty. Had this been one of Zim's that he had used to try to conquer so many times? And if it was, then why hadn't it been noticed before or was it kept secret by the government. Dib stopped his imagination before he began to run through a bunch of conspiracy theories and get himself distracted.
It was quiet, an eerie quiet, the kind that drives a normal person insane. Then suddenly they heard small little taps, something that sounded like metal on metal. The taps grew louder and louder. Then spider sentries began to come out of the vents.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY!?" Someone cried.
"FALL BACK! FALL BACK!" Another yelled.
They opened fire and began to back up. They backed into a room a shot anything that entered. Within ten minutes they no longer heard the robots.
'That was easy...too easy.' Dib got a little nervous and walked up to the Commander Viscera. "Sir, doesn't something about this feel a little...I don't know...off?"
"Your right. Those weren't traps, they're a distraction, but from what?" He paused. "I better check on Team A. He pressed his finger against his earpiece and spoke as clearly as possible. "TEAM A, COME IN. WHAT IS YOUR STATUS?" There was no answer. "TEAM A, WHAT IS YOUR STATUS?" He continued two more times and he was about to give up when there was a voice.
-"THIS IS TEAM A COMMANDER, WE ARE CURRENTLY UNDER HEAVY FIRE."-
"WHAT IS SHOOTING?" Viscera asked.
-"THESE GIANT ROBOTS! THEY CAME BURSTING THROUGH THE WALLS AND OPENED FIRE!"
"DEAR GOD, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! GET BACK!" Someone in the background shouted.
"THEY JUST KEEP COMING! WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM?!" Another voice yelled.-
They heard a bloodcurdling yell for mercy and the channel cut off.
"Hello? HELLO? COMMANDER!" Viscera yelled.
There was a terrified look on each person's face as they heard the people die on the other end of the mic.
"What the hell were those things?" Someone asked.
Dib looked at Commander Viscera helplessly. "What do we do?"
The commander just sat there with a hard look for a moment. "We continue on with the plan." He finally answered.
"Are you kidding me?" One of the volunteers said. "Did you not just hear that on the radio? I don't know about you, but I'm not sticking around to find out what those things were."
"My ass you are leaving where exactly are you gonna go? We're over a hundred miles in orbit. We are here to fight, not be in the comfort of our homes and take it easy." The commander said in a stern tone. "Do want to be remembered as that coward who ran away, or do you want to be one of the many brave souls who fought for the cause of humanity? The ones who humanity will thank and honor, even decades after we are gone. We are the last hope for the human race."
The man's look changed to a guilty one. "What if I don't want to be remembered as a fighter. What if I just want to spend my final moments with my family?"
"None of us do, but that doesn't give you the right to abandon the mission. Without fear there is no bravery, only actions, and without bravery we have no heroes. Now let's keep going." He nudged his head towards a door at the end of the hallway.
Halfway down the hallway the radio turned on and a slightly shaken up voice spoke.
-"Sir this is Team A, most of us are alive and well." The all too familiar voice said. "We have people setup in defensive positions and we managed to fight to fight off those things.-
"What's the damage to the team?"
- "We're a little shaken up and we have sustained a few injuries and two deaths."-
"Where's your team commander?" Viscera asked.
-"Dead, he was shot in the head. It's just us right now, but most of us are fine. Carry on with your objective and we'll meet at the docks." The voice answered.-
"Just try to stay low and we'll be done soon."
The team continued down the hallway and they reached a large door. Viscera took out a thermite grenade and stuck it to the wall.
"Alright everyone..." He said as he pulled out a remote detonator. "...get ready."
There was click and a small explosion. When the smoke cleared the door stood with a hole melted clean through. Three people entered the room and called everyone in when they confirmed it was clear.
"Wait, if Grustnaught isn't here, then where is he?" Dib asked nervously.
"That's not what's important, we need to focus on getting in control of this station. We'll deal with him when he comes to us." The commander said.
"One more question. How exactly are you going to use computer if you don't read Irken?"
"Well you see, one of the many incredible inventions of your father, may he rest in peace, was a device that can decipher any kind of language, known or unknown, in a few minutes. However, it is still untested so we're really making a blind gamble on this."
Suddenly Dib stiffened as heard a loud wave of metal-on-metal clamps from far away. It sounded like a bigger version of the spider sentries that attacked earlier, but this time he knew whatever they were, those were what had attacked Team A.
"Sir, something's coming and it doesn't sound friendly." One of the volunteers informed.
"Okay everyone, battle positions. You two take front ranks, you four provide extra fire from further back, everyone else take middle, and Dib and I will stand by the device and protect it."
Everyone rushed to the instructed spots and waited.
Thud...thud...thud...thud. The noise drew closer and closer. Thud...thud. The electrified air intensified the moment and everyone readied their weapons. Thud. Down the hallway stood six robots, each at least six and half feet in height. They had heavy armor-plating and were equipped with what appeared to be a laser pistol on their hand, a plasma shotgun on the wrist, and a type of minigun on the back.
The three at the front opened fire, taking out the legs first to slow them down. Then the middle line began to fire at their arms to immobilize them. Then the two lines finished them off together. Right when they about to start celebrating, another group of the spider sentries poured out of the vents in the control room. Along with them, more of the larger robots were. Coming from down the hall.
Viscera began shooting at the spiders. "You four in the back provide covers fire for first and middle rank. Dib and I will cover you two and the device." He shouted.
First rank once again took out the legs of the larger ones, but this time some the spider sentries ran to them and hoisted them on their back and continued to advance. One person in first rank fell back as they got shot in the shoulder, but they got up, clutching their shoulder with one hand and shooting with the other. The robots drew closer and closer and they began to use the shotguns.
"Get away from the doors! Switch to armor-piercing rounds and try to focus your fire on the body." Viscera continued to yell.
A sentry attempted to jump on the device, but a knife came flying through the air and tore it right in half. Dib looked at it and Viscera pulled it out as he continued to shoot. The robots reached the door and were about to clean out the room with the miniguns when a grenade landed in the middle of them.
"GET DOWN!" Dib yelled before hearing an explosion.
Viscera looked at his belt and one thermite grenade was missing. "That was reckless and dangerous! But otherwise very smart and resourceful.
They cleared out the last of the sentries and finally were able to relax. There was a faint beep and Viscera walked to the device. He put on a pair of goggles and began to type away. Dib and everyone else could feel the station move as it began to turn away from earth. When it stopped Viscera took off the goggles and walked over to a small podium with a button and carved 'laser' onto the side.
"Alright let's meet up with Team A."
Well, hopefully I redeemed myself with this chapter and keep a look out for the next one! As usual, if you enjoyed this story, please favorite and review!
Now for the weekly question. Besides Invader Zim, what is your favorite cartoon? (Old, new, doesn't matter.)
Well i'm gonna cook up another chapter, see ya'll later. THOOPID OUT!