Dude, it's like…Chapter 10, umm…Doom.
A/N Super O.K. Next Chapter, Hope you like it. Warning, contains some tragic stuff.
"Hey Bid" Dib spoke in a tired voice.
"Yea, what's up?" He replied.
"How long, exactly, have we been flying?" Dib asked him.
"I don't know, if you don't." He told him.
"oh yeah, I seem to have lost track of the time." Dib Said.
"Well maybe you should--" He was cut off by the computer.
"Proximity Warning! Planet Ahead." The machine told them.
Dib straightened up immediately at this. He looked at the screen of his console.
"Con-Ven-She-Uhh? What the hell kind of bunk nonsense is That?" He said.
"Why are you asking me? just look at the computer you freakin lunatic." Bid retaliated unnecessarily. Dib Gritted his teeth at the comment, But he quickly regained his self-control and examined the description carefully.
"Apparently, it's some Irken controlled planet. It says that they usually use it for important gatherings." Dib said.
"Well, is Zims signal coming from that planet?" Bid asked.
"No, his indication seems to be pending from a large ship hovering over the planet." Dib told him. His attention was drawn away by several military like transports that flew beside him, scrapping his ships cockpit enough to make a slightly annoying Finger nails on a chalkboard sound.
"Ow…that hurt my ears." Said a stunned Dib.
"Yeah, I'm sure it did. Lets just get too that ship, and destroy it so we can go home." Bid commanded.
"Yea sure, whatever man." Dib retorted. And they set off toward the Massive with no type of plan at all.
Meanwhile
Zim was stirred by a sudden Finger nails on a chalk board sound, and went to the front in an attempt to find out what it was.
"Pilot, what was that horrible sound?" He asked in his normal Zim voice.
"Sir, it was a stupid civilian who looked to be lost out here. His steering was off, and it caused the ships to have a minor collision." He said.
"Oh…ok, Carry on." He ordered.
"Wait, General look…" The pilot spoke, in a flabbergasted tone. "We made it."
Zim stared in awe of the planet before him. He was taken back at how different it was. The entire outside of the world was engulfed in a dome, similar to the ones the Planet Jackers used. It was also covered from top to bottom in heavy weaponry, which was ready to blow your face off, if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Zim took a deep breath. He was calm and collected now. He looked on at the enemy fortress and smirked.
"Pilot…Open a line to all the other ships." Zim ordered.
"Yes Sir!" The soldier answered. As soon as he was connected, he told all squads the plan.
"Alright soldiers! Listen Up!--" The battalions of troops all perked one antenna at a hologram of Zim that popped up in the middle of their ships. "--You all know why we are here, And by now you should be thinking that this is a suicide mission. But upon inspecting what we're up against, I feel I should let you know that this is going to be easy." He spoke confidently.
All of the soldiers looked up at his image now.
"The weakness in the outer layer of the planet is very obvious. SO obvious in fact, that it is evident we are walking into a trap. They want to lure us in so they can blast us all at once" The soldiers all grumbled, gasped, and sweated at the last statement.
"SILENCE!..." Everyone stopped and paid attention. "…that's better. Now, what they don't know, is that the only means that the tallest have of annihilating this many ships at once, will be under attack very soon. So we will pretend to fall into their trap, but when the net doesn't deploy, so to speak, We can strike them while they're weak. Is that understood?" Zim finished.
"Sir Yes Sir!! Was the only thing that could be heard all around. Except for Gir, who sat on the bench holding his toes.
"I love this shooww." He said with a warm smile, looking at Zim in the hologram.
"Now Then, Gather around me in Battle Formation Seventeen." Zim commanded.
"When I give the word, we will charge..." The tension built. "…ready…steady…" Some of the crew was ready to faint while others were pumped up still from the motivational speech. "……GO!!" Zim Shouted, and everyone flew in behind him.
The ships opened fire on the dome, and it cracked a large enough hole in it to get everyone through. Once inside, Chaos erupted when turrets, tanks, ground troops, and unmanned air support all opened fire on the forward assault. The formation quickly dissolved into many ships buzzing around in different directions.
On The Way To The Massive…
"O.K….I'm picking up radar signals on the scanner." Tak said to her team. "Pilot, activate our cloaking system and energy dampeners." She Ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!" Was his response. Tak looked at the group in front of her. She noticed that Mimis usual seat was empty. The little robot was badly damaged in the last battle, and needed time to be repaired.
Tak shook this reflection and looked back up at her crew.
"Well, you guys know the drill…you're the best of the best. The task of taking over the Massive, and destroying the armada has been placed on our shoulders." She pitched to them. "This is not unlike anything we have already done in the past."
"This should be easy compared to attacking that supply ship a month ago." Skooge said, sounding more bored than apprehensive.
"That's the Spirit!...So, here's the good news. With some careful piloting, we can make it through the ships of the armada without detection, and get to the Massive. The bad news is that the Massive itself is air tight. The only way in is through a hanger. So we have to make our own entrance somewhere, I suggest the bridge, maybe we can knock out two birds with one stone. Any questions?..." She spoke to them all. Everyone shook there head side to side.
"Good…now lets see if this is going to work." She told them.
The ship floated slowly, weaving in and out of the enemy vessels. Tak gathered everyone in formation, ready to storm out when they made contact. Soon the ship was right in front of the giant space machine of death. The pilot prepared to drive straight for the bridge at full speed.
"Alright Men…are you ready?" She asked them in a quiet, but strong tone. They all nodded, and she nodded back to them. She then turned to the pilot and gave a thumbs up. He turned his attention back to the front and held his four fingered hand out so that they could all see it. First one finger pulled in, so that only three were left. Than another, and then another.
As he finished his silent count down, the ship blasted full force into the control center of the Massive…
BOOM! CRASH! EXPLODE!!
The ship crashed, and the soldiers were immediately hustled out by Tak. To their surprise the bridge was completely empty. They all kneeled in a back to back formation.
Then, Tak stood up, and lowered her gun. Her soldiers looked at her puzzled. She frowned at them.
"I'm sorry..." She said. The men were all still confused. "…They were expecting us, it was a trap." Just then lights came on, and the whole team was surrounded by at least 50 other men pointing high tech weapons, all set to disintegrate, directly at them.
Taks squad just stood up calmly, dropped their weapons, and put their hands up…
On Conventi-uhs surface…
Zim was now on foot, or technically on spider legs, with a battalion of soldiers. Most of them made it through the battle in the sky, and were able to get their ships about 3 miles away from the execution grounds and holding cells.
"General.." A footman tried to get Zims attention.
"What is it soldier?" He asked, being cautious of any foes that may be lurking about.
"Should we have really destroyed our only transport? We could have used it in the upcoming fight." He asked.
"Actually, no we couldn't." Zim told him. The soldier paused and was about to respond, but Zim cut him off before he could.
"One of the other carriers got in front of us, and I saw something shoot it, and it fell. They have some type of anti-aircraft weapons closer to our objective." Zim spoke now almost sounding weary.
"oh…well Sir, shouldn't we warn the other ships that--" He tried to speak when Zim interrupted again.
"I already did. After we landed I managed to get an emergency message out too the rest of the officers. I'm sure that they were able to get the memo out to everyone else." He told him, never looking back once. The soldier shut up.
They walked on. Laser gun fire was heard in the distance. The Ground trembled under them from explosions a ways off. Soon, the mass of troops reached a clearing, and what they saw, was truly a sight to behold.
Bodies upon, bodies, upon bodies. They were all stacked up in neat rows. Each had a large hole drilled through their abdomen, and looked as though they were beaten. It was disgusting. Zim could barely stand to see this sight himself. One soldier next to him fell to his knees, and couldn't move. Another threw up, and fainted.
"Men!..." Zim said, shuddering. "..we…We have to press on. Just, look away." Was all could think to say. With a heavy heart, the men stood up and moved on.
As they walked, Zim heard a soldier freak out. "Ahhhh! NOO! Ven!...Ven!" He screamed running toward the wall, and falling into a cry.
"Soldier! What happened?!" Zim came behind him, concerned.
"It's…it's my daughter….Ven, she…" He let his head drop into his hand and reached his free one toward the wall. He then let it rest on the for-head of a young female irken.
Zim felt his heart sink into his belly. The soldier couldn't stop crying, but Zim didn't say anything. He just turned around and walked away.
A different soldier called out to him. "General! Shouldn't we help?!" He yelled to Zim.
"okay, and how the hell do you suppose we do that." He tried to keep all his emotion hidden. "There…is, noth…ing….I can do for him at this point." Zim tried to hold back his own tears, but one slipped out and dropped from his face. He quickly turned around and moved forward. The others, accept for the victim, followed.
Gir (who had been there the whole time) reaches his hand out to the grieving man, as if he could help, but then drops it and turns back to the group too follow them.
On the other side of the mountain of bodies, a battle was going on. General Jog was the first to arrive at the capitol. Zim quickly motioned troops into tactical positions, and ran over too Jog for info.
"Hey Zim!...Glad you could make it!" Jog spoke attempting to be heard over the gunfire.
"Yeah, No Problem! What's our status right now?!" Zim retorted.
"We have enemy turrets; they need to be taken offline. There's another team on their way to the west side of the building. If they can draw away enough enemy fire, than we can send in our Tech Specialists to shut them down. When they're gone, the rest of this will be a cake walk." Jog told him.
"That's a good plan, but expect the unexpected. Have You ever tried to Walk In Cake, it's probably not that easy." Zim said with a smirk.
"HaHa! Zim, you're a Hoot!" Jog laughed.
"I Like Cake!" Squealed Gir, in a happy tone.
Jog put his head down in and listens to a radio signal.
"Okay…Were good to go--" He started to Zim, then turned his attention towards the soldiers sitting on the other side of him. "You boys know what to do." He said to them. They nodded and hopped up from the cover of their trench.
As they ran through the doorway, they disintegrated.
"WHAT! What The Hell Just Happened!!" Jog yelled. Zim examined the doorway.
"Uh-Oh, they have a fragment-er at the door. It will instantly fry, any living thing that crosses it." Zim told him.
"Well!...Shit! Zim those were our only technicians. What Do We Do Now?!" Jog howled.
"Master!--" Gir interjected. Both Generals looked at him. "--I'm not an organism. I can cross the fragment-er." He stated, with red eyes.
"Not a bad idea--" Zim said to himself. "--Gir! Go now! Quickly while the turrets are still distracted!" He Ordered.
"Yes Sir!" And he was off. Moments later, the turrets shut down, and the building was stormed. The resistance was minimal, and the battle was won.
Zim looked around for his robot.
"Gir…Gir!...Where are you. We Did It! We Wo--" Zim stopped, and starred in shock.
He found Gir, with two large laser gun blasts going through him. One in the body, another in the head. Pieces of him were strewn out all over the room. Opposite from him was a dead, enemy soldier, holding a laser pistol.
End of Chapter 10…
A/N Oh My God!! Gir.. I freaking killed Gir off! What have I done.