Wow, you guys are eating this up!! Well, here's another for you then.

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Both Tallests stared down at the young smeet as he teetered back and forth innocently, hands behind his back. Eleven didn't know why they had wanted to see him, but ZiM nearly tackled the drone who had told them they were summoned.

Red knelt down, inspecting the smeet, "You're actually rather tall for a smeet."

Eleven stared up innocently, "Thank you, my Tallest."

ZiM glared, wanting to rip the head off of both leaders for having taken his smeet away earlier, but Dib grabbed his arm and squeezed.

When this faulted in giving ZiM the hint, Dib spoke up, "I think ZiM and I need to leave for a little bit."

Purple scratched his chin as he looked over the two and finally nodded, "Very well. Sizz-Lorr, escort them out into the hallway for a bit."

ZiM's eyes widened, "Oh, no you don't!!" Sizz-Lorr put the Irk under his arm; ZiM struggled hard, "Get back here!! ZiM'll rip your face off and tear out your spooch and then dance on your innards!! And after they bury you in the ground and ZiM escapes from prison, ZiM'll dance on your grave!!"

Eleven laughed, knowing ZiM was very angry but not going to do anything.

Red's eyes narrowed at the smeet, "What's so funny?"

Eleven looked back up at the red-eyed Tallest as ZiM and Dib left the room, "Um…" he nervously drooped his antennae, "I can tell when ZiM's not being serious is all… and I thought it was funny."

Purple shook his head, "Red, relax. He's just a smeet."

"So?" Red growled sitting down, "He seems smart enough!!"

Eleven shrunk back and shivered, scared that the red-eyed Tallest was going to exercise a command that would hurt either him or his friends.

"Now look what you did!!" Purple exclaimed, glaring and his hands on his hips, "You scared him!!"

The smeet straightened up, "I-I'm sorry, my Tallests… I shouldn't have shrunk back…"

Red's antennae perked, "Well at least he knows his place," he picked up a soda from his soda stand and took a long drink.

Purple glared at his co-tallest, then turned to Eleven, "Well, I called you up here to ask you a few questions about yourself and the R.A.I."

It was Eleven's turn to have his antennae perk, "Yes!! I wanted to ask if you could spare a couple of people who work there!!"

Red nearly choked on his drink, "WHAT?!"

Eleven nodded, "Jeb the second in command, Felm the medic and Saint!! You can do whatever with the rest, but those three aren't all bad!!"

Red stood up swiftly glaring down at the smeet, "You're asking US to spare Irks who betrayed our empire?! How dare you!!"

The smeet went rigid and glared back fiercely, "No, how dare YOU!!" Red and Purple jumped back, neither recognizing the dark look in Eleven's eyes; the smeet advanced slowly, "I am the most powerful being the universe has ever known and I've decided NOT to kill you!! The least you can do is guarantee the safety of ZiM, Dib, Jeb, Saint and Felm!!"

Red gulped, nodding, "O-O.K."

Eleven's figure slumped and he shook his head, "What… why does my head hurt?"

Purple's eyes widened, "What… was that?!"

The smeet's antennae drooped, "Did I look spooky?" both Tallests nodded and Eleven's eyes began to water, "I lost my balance and slipped into another state… I'm really sorry… It happens when I'm overly stressed and angry."

Purple tapped his fingers together, "W-well it won't happen again will it?"

The smeet shook his head, "No, my Tallest."
Purple sighed and sat down, "All right then. Now," he sat back, trying to calm down, "tell us about the R.A.I. How well developed are their forces?"

Eleven shrugged, "They have lots of Irkens, but I'm not sure how many… maybe around twenty or thirty-thousand alone…"

Red's eyes were wide and transfixed on the smeet as he backed up to his seat and sat down, "Well… that's a good start. How about their leader, Reep?"

Eleven shivered backing away, "I don't wanna talk about him," his eyes were teary, "Not him…"

Purple's antennae drooped, "It's O.K., you've said enough about him. What about their ship? Does it have a major weakness?"

Eleven sniffed away the tears, nodding, "I noticed one of the power cores is located at the end of the docking bay. If you can get a straight shot in, you could blow it up and burn 'em out. AFTER," Eleven frowned, "you get Jeb, Saint and Felm out."

Red went to glare, but just narrowed his eyes gently, "We'll greatly consider the thought for you. How's that?"

The smeet crossed his arms, "They better be out before you fire."

Purple covered Red's mouth before he cold say anything more, "All right, no need to start fighting."

Eleven sighed, "O.K., then. What else do you want to know?"

Red looked at Purple and shrugged, "That's it, I guess. Your information will help greatly."

The smeet nodded but before he could say anything, ZiM jumped through the door to the room, "ZiM HAS COME TO RESCUE YOU!!"

Dib and Sizz-Lorr ran in, breathless, while ZiM got between Eleven and the Tallests, growling, "You fill his head with lies!! LIIIIIIEEEEEEEEES!!"

Eleven tugged the hologram back, "No, ZiM!! They just wanted to know about the R.A.I.!!"

ZiM pulled the smeet back, "How does ZiM know they didn't brainwash you to say that?!"

The smeet began to tear up, "I no know."

The hologram patted Eleven's back, "You were not brainwashed, ZiM can tell."

The Tallests each took a long drink from their sodas, needing the extra sugar and caffeine.

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Ray bustled past a group of engineers, not really rushing to his destination. He was always late during these meetings anyway. He did take the time, however to observe a set of nicely sculpted hips on a female engineer, remembering a few moments later that he was supposed to be going somewhere.

He quickened his pace and stopped in front of the boiler room door, waiting for it to open for him.

Two female Irks were waiting inside and he smirked, "You two look lonely. Need some… comfort?"

The first one glared, her eyes a light purple. She had black pants, boots and gloves but worked her purple shirt like a dress.

She scoffed, "Honestly, Ray, how on IRK did we get paired up with you?!"

The second one held the same expression. She too had purple eyes, but were much darker and matched her dress-like shirt. She also sported black pants, gloves and boots.

Ray's eyes were tracing the curves the second female sported, both full and appealing, "Sorry, Brioli," he said to the first female, "I was lost in Giani's nice bounce."

Both girls gasped and glared, ready to pound the Irk out of the disrespectful male, but knew that was what he wanted.

Brioli set down the clipboard she was holding, "Look, we got another call from… her."

Ray's eyes widened, but then quickly softened, "And she's fine I assume?"

Giani nodded, "She knows the smeet is here. Ray… she picked you."

Ray smirked, "Naturally, she chose the strongest and most skilled. I'll pick him up on the way out," the Irk went to leave, but turned back as he was exiting, "You two want me to pick up some fries on the way out? Take a few minutes, but fries are always worth it."

The females rolled their eyes and glared, but Brioli sighed, "Ray," he stopped, "Chi says 'hello'."

Ray left the boiler room with a smile.

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Eleven kicked gently in his sleep and then curled up again. He felt so safe. ZiM's PAK rested carefully next to the smeet's head, sharing the pillow and giving some space between Eleven and Dib, who was also sound asleep next to the PAK.

Ray's eyes reflected sadistically in the dark as he watched all three of them. It had taken no effort in breaking in to the room seeing as he was the one who designed the locking mechanism in case he needed to… 'comfort' a lonely female. He smiled to himself, hoping that sooner or later he would have time to do such a thing.

Eleven whimpered in his sleep and turned away from ZiM's PAK, deep in a dream state. Ray snuck closer to the bed, realizing that this moment would be perfect in taking the smeet. The tall Irk's hand reached out and slowly pulled the blankets off the smeet, making it easier for him to scoop him up. Ray smirked, putting a hand under Eleven's head and legs, lifting him from the bed.

The Irk sneered, leaning down next to ZiM's PAK, "Too easy," he whispered.

Dib stirred in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes, his red optical orbs falling on Ray's slinking form and Eleven's missing form.

The Irk snapped up, "HEY!!"

Ray's shoulder's tensed and ZiM's hologram kicked in, but it was Eleven's slow wakening and sudden scream that got the fight moving. ZiM lunged at the tall Irk, forcing Ray to drop the smeet, and pinned him easily to the ground. Dib jumped down from the bed and helped Eleven up, both running for under the bed.

Ray hissed as he threw ZiM off and grabbed Eleven by the ankle, pulling him back. The smeet squeaked in pain when the tall Irk put him in a headlock, struggling against his assailant. Ray sneered at ZiM, knowing this was killing the PAK on the inside. His victory was short lived, however, when he felt the smeet begin to bite his arm. Ray ignored the pain, but winced when he felt the bite deepen and finally cried out when Eleven's jaw bit through his flesh and cracked the bone.

The tall Irk dropped the smeet and ran out of the room, cradling his broken arm. ZiM rushed to his smeet while Dib ran out into the hallway.

"Eleven?" ZiM set the smeet on his lap, "Are you safe?"

The smeet whimpered, "I didn't want to hurt him… but…" he nuzzled against the hologram.

ZiM laughed, hugging Eleven, "Are you kidding? That was brilliant!! ZiM has never seen anything funnier!!"

Dib growled as he entered the room, "He got away. I couldn't follow him."

The hologram shook his head, "It's fine, Dib-filth. He did not get Eleven, so all is fine," ZiM giggled, "He did get a broken arm, though."

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Ray cursed loudly as he strapped himself into a seat next to Giani, ignoring the look he was getting from Brioli.

"I almost had him," he winced as Giani took off his glove and rolled up his sleeve, "I nearly had him and then that stupid Dib woke up!!"

Brioli started the ship and lifted off, "Well YOU are going to be the one who tells Chi what happened. Giani, do what you can for him back there, would ya?"

"Already on it," she smirked, applying pressure to Ray's wound causing him to cry out, "His bone is fractured AND he needs stitches."

Brioli's eyes widened, "From a bite?" their ship left the Massive's docking bay and steered clear, "Are you sure?"

Ray tried to regulate his breathing, "That little freak was built in a lab to do such things. I'm sure he could've done a whole lot worse if he tried."

Giani giggled, "He did this without even trying?" she applied more pressure, enjoying the pained screams coming from Ray's mouth, "Serves you right, you jerk."

Ray's eyes began to tear as she finally began to patch his arm up.

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I'm tired. VERY tired. I right these past eleven at night, so… yes, I AM tired. R&R cause… tired.