HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, ZIM! And all actual female mothers out there X)

I hope you guys have been spoiling themz. Our mothers are very importeded :D Anyways, enough about them, sorry for not updating for a while. Had a dance thingy thing yesterday. Got back at 1 this morning and my feet were dead X_X It was a huge success though and I'm sure our Matrics enjoyed it :)

Alrighty then, time for the updatings :D Hope you guys enjoy...sorry if the quality is not fantuckingfastic or anything. I probably wrote this through my sleeped deprived days ^^; Enjoy

Muttered whispers filled the air around them from displeased soldiers. Hope shrunk behind her dad, reminding herself to be brave for his sake. It wasn't showing as well as she would have hoped to be honest.

Lard Narr made up for his small stature with his bold personality. He wasn't the brightest of leaders, mind you, but he made up for this with his authority.

His sister walked beside him carefully as they made their way through the ship, giving the new arrivals a tour and directing them to where they would be staying.

"Listen here. I am only letting you morons onto my ship because Lee Narr asked nicely enough. I am not at all pleased to have you here and quite frankly, if the men give you a hard time, they will most likely get a promotion!" he yelled at them, still not turning.

Zim looked over at Tunica who was giving him a hard stare. Lard Narr continued, "This is not a free ride, got that? All of you, no matter age or condition, will work on this ship!"

"Now hold on a sec here! You can't expect Zim or Hope to…!" Tunica tried but Lard Narr turned and pointed at her, "I did not give you permission to speak!"

Tunica slapped his hand out of the way, "Don't you dare speak to me as though I am one of your fucking soldiers! I fought in two wars already; I've seen more action than anyone on this ship. So don't expect me to hide my tail between my legs and take such verbal abuse, you got that punk!"

Lard Narr gave one of the most scared looks Tunica has seen a man give her in a while. Zim and Lee Narr were speechless. Hope was giving her aunt a hidden smile. That was telling him.

Lard Narr straightened his jacket and turned back around, his face a bit whiter than it had been before. He cleared his throat and continued, "Lee Narr mentioned you will be staying here for a while."

"About eight months, brother," her sister answered, finally finding her voice after Tunica's threat.

Lard Narr gave her a look, "That's a long time, sister!"

"But it's necessary. Please understand brother."

He sighed, "I'm going to be the laughing stock of the Resistance by the end of this."

He pressed in the code to unlock Zim's new room. The door slid apart and inside was a bed, two tables, a cushioned chair and a bathroom to their right. Zim walked in and switched the light on, looking around like a lost child, feeling unsure of this new place. It was cold, stale…and wasn't really what he was hoping for. Hope followed him slowly, noticing there was nowhere for her to sleep.

"This is your room, Irken," Lard Narr said distastefully, "The other two will be in rooms on two other stations on this ship."

"What? No, my daughter is not going to be…!" Zim tried but Lard Narr shook his head, "If you don't like the arrangements, my Irken recruit, go find a new ship to mooch off of," he gestured out of the door.

"Lard Narr…" Lee Narr tried.

"Come, I'll show you where you will be working," he began walking off.

Zim gave Lee Narr a look, "I refuse to be separated from my daughter, Vortian!"

Lee Narr gave a look before looking up at Zim, "Just hide her here tonight, I'll discuss it with him later."

Lard Narr took them to what was supposed to be the cafeteria for the ship. It was a dump. The Skool's cafeteria looked better than this.

Random benches scattered a huge grimy tiled area. There was a serving area with very unhappy and cold looking aliens with food that didn't look at all safe to eat.

Lard Narr led them into the kitchen where a horrific seven foot creature with various limps was cooking over five fiery stoves and ovens. Zim gave this beast a strange look. He turned around, revealing his piercing red eyes, making the former Invader almost jump. The beast looked over at Lard Narr, "Oh no! I will not have this…this thing working in my kitchen!" the monster said in a distorted voice, "Take him elsewhere."

"I want him working in her, cook. I know you'll be able to keep him in check," Lard Narr grinned.

Tunica gave a sigh, "So Zim and I will be working here then?"

"OH Vort no. His daughter and him will be working in here," he tossed two aprons to the aliens, both looking rather annoyed.

"You, antennae girl, will be working in the engines."

"Excuse me?"

"Our engines get dirty very quickly as you can imagine. Not to mention the random ships that often gets caught in them. So your job will be to keep them clean and running. So, all of you, welcome to the crew. Hope you enjoy your stay. If you'll excuse me, I am off to do what a captain usually does."

And with a smirky-sort of nod, he turned and left them in the kitchen. The beast looked at Zim, "Well, fresh meatbags, get to work! Start cutting those Bevorian hearts over there!"

Zim sighed and put the apron on, as did his daughter. Tunica gave a Lee Narr a look, "I swear, if that dude wasn't your brother, he would be dead right about now. Look at what he's doing to Zim and Hope!"

"It might do the alien some good, Tunica. The work might take his mind off things and keep him busy. It's better than him festering alone in his room, right? It's also vital that Irkens get exercise while pregnant. It keeps him and the baby healthy. And this way, he can keep an eye on Hope as well."

Tunica gave the Vortian a look, "You didn't put your brother up to giving us work, did you?"

"No. But it panned out nicely, am I right?" Lee Narr shrugged.

Zim went over to the hearts, grabbing a horrific butcher's knife and with a shaky hand began to cut up the first heart. Hope stood a bit further away, looking scared out of her mind. This was something she expected out of an age-restricted horror movie.

Zim began to chop through it, but a sudden rotting smell escaped from the organ that the poor alien was not prepared for. He closed his burning eyes, trying to ignore it, but the smell got worse as he continued to cut. He gave up and swung his head over the counter, his last meal ending up on the floor. Hope gave a slight jump, completely off guard, and quickly went up to her dad and rubbed his back.

The cook gave Zim a very annoyed look, "Dude! Come on! You haven't even tasted the food yet! You're gonna have to clean that up, man."

Tunica gave a sceptical look, "No Lee Narr, you are very wrong. This did not pan out nicely AT all."

Poor Zimmy :( I have promised a few reviewers that the next story will be a sweet ZADR fic because this poor alien has really been put through hell, hasn't he? :o

If anyone cares, he is being treated to a Spa day by his kids and is enjoying it a lot (3 YAY!

Leave those amazing reviews and I will see you guys soooon :)