This fic is the longest DaTr fic on Fan-Fiction! -Pops cork on bottle of champagne-

The Resisty.

They numbered less than five-hundred before the Liberation of Sauria. After that fateful battle they numbered nearly a thousand. Within the several Earth years following the event their numbers skyrocketed into the millions and even billions.

Now they were to save Earth from possible annihilation at the hands of the Irken Empire and their Armada. Thanks to Captain Skoodge convincing the other officers of the Resisty, they managed to get a volunteer force of over six-hundred-and-seventy-three Irkens, Saurians, Deltobs (the race that use to inhabit Foodcourtia) and various other aliens armed and ready to stop the Armada.

Skoodge looked out at the marching legions of Revolutionaries. They waved purple banners with the Irken emblem crossed out by a bright red 'NO' symbol and the word 'Resisty' emblazoned under it. They wore the military uniforms of their homeworlds but with the Irken symbolism ex-d out with bright red x-symbols or NO circles. To give a sense of unity, the Resisty create the symbol of a red smiling face and was putting them on caps modeled after the Earth 'mariner' caps and distributing them in various colours. Skoodge saw that even Irkens wore the caps with pride and smiled as he heard the hymn of 'The Interplanetary' being sung out in several alien languages.

"You ready to go, Sir?" Skoodge heard Bob ask from behind him. He turned to greet his taller second. "Of course. Let's get to saving that planet!" Skoodge fist-pumped and Bob chuckled at his superior's eager, yet oddly soldiering, attitude. It was kind of inspiring, too. Skoodge quit fist-pumping when he noticed Bob wearing one of the mariner caps in Irken-purple on his head with the red smiley face on it.

"Where'd you get one of those?" Skoodge asked and Bob looked up at his hat. "Oh, these? They're being pumped out by some recently captured world. This Resisty stuff is going by briskly." Bob explained. Skoodge asked to try the hat on and Bob obliged. It was too big for him but even on a smaller size Skoodge said it just didn't look right. "I think I'll keep to my smiley face armband instead." Skoodge returned the hat and indicated the red band on his stained purple uniform.

"Well, Earth is a two week journey, even with modern technology. What could we do until then?" Bob asked, changing the subject. Bob was something of a womanizer, even though he was abstinent like many other Irkens. Skoodge noticed Bob had been trying to busy himself with other activities besides hitting on and making out with various Irken females.

"I don't know. We could train and review stratagems." Skoodge suggested with a shrug. Bob groaned. Leave it to the amazing ex-Invader Skoodge to come up with a boring idea. "Hey, training's pretty fun! We use an old Irken battle simulator and fire little stun-lasers at each other in combat games." Skoodge explained.

Bob thought about it. That did sound kind of fun and if they were going to take on the Armada with only about 700 men, they could use all the training they could get.

"Alright, let's do it." Bob said plainly. Skoodge smiled and led the way to the simulator. Skoodge enjoyed soldiering and training and was damned good at it. Sadly, his former leaders never respected him or used him to his full potential. Skoodge still had loyalty to the Empire born out of pride for being Irken, but had gotten into the Revolutionary spirit and camaraderie of the Resisty. He was still naïve Skoodge, though.

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The simulator was an immense and bulky orb-like structure aboard the ship. It was as large as a small plantation and had training weapons galore around the outside for troops to equip themselves.

Skoodge and Bob split their unit of 50 Resisty members into 25 each and were at opposite ends of the simulator prepping their teams before entrance. Skoodge was a popular officer due to his heroism in being the first Invader to capture a world in Operation Impending Doom II and the same person to liberate that world even though the former action had been overlooked for some time. His naïve personality gave him the impression of someone that was very kind and likeable and his newly placed loyalty in the Resisty was inspiring.

Bob was also a favourable commander, but for different reasons. He had survived the attempt on his life by the Tallest and reproached them until they gave in and gave him his millions. Soon after, when he heard of the Resisty actually succeeding, Bob invested in a weapons factory world and actually gave it to the Resisty as a show of loyalty, joining their ranks. His snarky wit and capacity with numbers made him a good leader and he quickly befriended Skoodge, soon becoming his second. No one could say why Bob did what he did, his attitude not quite matching with the concept of him giving an entire planet to a force that had done nothing for him, but there is speculation he did it merely to spite the Tallest.

The two commanders flipped a coin on which side got Sizz-lor and Skoodge won, much to Bob's dismay. Sizz-lor was a soldiering legend; a fry cook with the combat skills of a Spartan god, as odd as that was. Skoodge's team, as a result of having the best fighter onboard, had to lower the power setting of the training weapons as a handicap.

"Alright team, here's what I want to see:" Bob began in the best leader tone he could muster, "I want Derm and Fula to split off with their units of 10," Bob motioned his hand at the two most experienced squad leaders in his unit, an Irken (Derm) and a Vortian (Fula), "Dag, Jem, Jeff and Galosh are with me." Bob pointed out the combat veterans of the unit, three of them Irken Elite and Galosh being a Saurian commando. Bob might have been a good strategist and charismatic leader, but he wasn't much of a combat man and felt safer with the elite backing him up.

The three squads split up and headed different directions in the simulator. The simulator had set the arena up like a mountainous area with rocky outcrops and forested woods about. At the other end Skoodge had finished setting up his squads in a similar format with the elite of his unit (Invaders Kim and Tenn, Sizz-lor and Saurian Todd) and having his two most able commanders lead squads of ten men each: Vortian Mar Klar and Saurian Yabs.

Galosh got the first 'kill' in the simulation, winging and successfully stunning a Deltob from Yabs' squad. Yabs' squad returned fire, but Bob had expected to encounter resistance early on and thus had his squads roaming and intertwining in a weaving pattern. They'd soon intersect with the firefight and save Bob and the elite, which was if the elite didn't finish the enemy squad first.

Galosh scored another hit on an Irken defector. Yabs managed to stun Jeff's firing arm and Jeff resorted to firing a sidearm with his off-hand. Bob smiled as he saw Derm's squad appear and join in the firefight but frowned as he realized the Vortian's, Fula's, squad hadn't appeared and hadn't signed in.

"Three, this is One. Come in." Bob ordered over the communicator on his PAK. There was silence on the other end. Suddenly Jeff fell sideways from a crack shot, paralyzed. Bob ducked away as another shot took out Dag. He saw Galosh take out Yabs and saw the three remaining members of his squad begin to scamper in disarray. He also saw Sizz-lor sharpshooting his elite and just barely dodged a shot that would have paralyzed him.

"Galosh, you think you can take out Sizz-lor?" Bob asked his Saurian companion. Galosh was a paler shade of green, taller and leaner than most Saurians. His fire-red hair was short and spiky, but dull and graying regardless of his young age. He had a grim and gaunt figure that matched his personality; even his olive-drab standard Saurian BDU seemed greyer than the other Saurian uniforms.

Galosh looked over the rock and ducked back at rock chips splintering near him. The holograms sure were realistic. "Sorry, Sir. The Fry Lord's got us pegged." Galosh shrugged. Bob laughed inwardly at the Fry Lord comment. Sizz-lor, like Skoodge, Lard Nar and occasionally, by extension, Bob were practically worshipped as Resisty legends. The only people they superseded them were the Dib-human, Tak, and Larz and all three of them had returned to their world ages ago, sealing them as one-time heroes and literal legends; the stuff of tall tales.

Bob pulled out a mirror from his PAK. Using a trick from Skoodge and other Irken Invaders, he looked out with the mirror, spotting Sizz-lor's location. Jem was half-paralyzed and too far out of the way for them to help him. He'd been there for some time, sadly. "Galosh, did you see where Sizz-lor was stationed?" Bob asked. Galosh nodded.

"When I give the word, jump out of cover and fire at his position, understood?" Bob asked and again Galosh nodded. Bob shifted the mirror slightly and as soon as light reflected off of Sizz-lor's face and he shifted, blinded, Bob shouted the signal. Galosh shot upwards, steadied his aim and fired a perfect stunning shot that sent the large Irken tumbling down from his perch.

Before Bob could congratulate the Saurian for taking down the most elite member of Skoodge's unit, Galosh was knocked over by a barrage of stun shots. Bob stayed down as he heard Mar Klar's squad with the remaining soldiers from Yabs' squad charging onto the remnants of Derm's squad. It was then Bob realized they'd been busy taking out Fula's squad and had returned, missing only three men.

Bob growled in irritation as he heard Derm's squad, taken by surprise and missing two men already, begin dropping from the barrage of shots. As soon as one of Skoodge's unit was felled, two of his were. As soon as the last of Derm's squad fell and the enemy began to relax, Bob flipped his weapon to full auto, sprung up on the surprised eight remaining squadmates that congregated in an opening, and before they could run for cover he stunned every last one of them by draining his energy clip into them.

Breathing heavily, Bob realized he'd just taken out the last of Skoodge's troops, save for the three remaining elite. He dropped the spent rifle and picked up another, Jeff's. He attached the mirror to the end of his rifle and angled it to get views around corners without risk of shot. 21 out of 25 men were down on Skoodge's side, but 24 out of 25 were lost to Bob. Even if he miraculously won, it would be a hollow victory.

Bob saw the backs of Kim and Todd as they were scouting the area. He quickly rolled through into the open and dropped as they turned. Before they could line up the shot he stunned Kim in the knee and shot Todd in the neck, an instant stun. Kim fired a shot and it hit right in Bob's shoulder, stunning most of the arm's movement bitterly. Working through it, Bob managed to stun Kim before he could take another shot.

Bob got up and began moving up again. He used the mirror around a corner and caught a glimpse of Tenn before feeling the rifle yank out of his grip. The strap took him with it and flung him into the open as Tenn tackled him. He pushed the rifle in between the two of them and they grappled with it as Tenn tried to use a stun bayonet to take Bob out 'professionally'.

"You look so beautiful in the holographic twilight." Bob flirted with the female Irken. She let out a light scoff. "You're not too bad, yourself, table-drone." She replied back with that supremacist attitude many ex-Invaders carried with them even in the Resisty. Bob let out a sharp exhale as a sign of mock injury. "That's no way to talk to a comrade." He said slyly.

Bob suddenly used all his strength to flip the tables, putting him on top, pushing the rifle downwards onto Tenn. He powered up his own stun bayonet. "Why are you always in Skoodge's unit?" Bob asked, a little hurt put into his words. "Because he saved me from the Meekrob with Zim." Tenn explained as she struggled under the grip of the rifle, "I owed it to him."

"But you like me right? I'm not that bad, right?" Bob asked. He normally didn't care about others' opinions, but there was something about Tenn's purple orbs, fair skin, curly antennae… that just made him care. "Bob, Sir, no offense but you're a womanizing and spineless soldier who pretty much bought his rank in the Resisty." Tenn seethed. Ouch.

"That's not all of it." Bob stated rather than questioned, "You don't like me because we're from two different social standings, mine being a former service drone and yours being the Irken Elite." He was right, but ever since Tenn had joined the Resisty out of irritation at the shipping orders the Empire kept blighting her with, her sense of pride in her decision, and thus a sense of pride in the Resisty itself, would never let her admit going against the principles of the Resisty.

"That's not it at all!" Tenn argued, embarrassed. "Please!" Bob scoffed, "You act all high and mighty and choose Skoodge because he's higher class! Not because you like him!" Tenn scowled. "And how would you know what I like?" She demanded. Bob smirked because he knew the answer to this one. "I see it in your eyes and your attitude screams it. You're into the snarky, witty, attractive kinds who have a compassionate side." He explained.

Tenn, flustered and sick of the conversation and the futile struggle gave up. "Are you going to shoot me or not?" She asked. Bob's smirk didn't fade. "I'd never shoot you beautiful. Skoodge is going to." He said. Before Tenn could question his motives, Bob flipped her around as a shield and held the rifle singlehandedly.

A stunning round hit Tenn in the torso and she felt her capacity to move muscles and all non-necessary functions fail with paralysis. She went slack and open-eyed at the scene before her. Skoodge cursed to himself as he saw he'd just shot the teammate he was attempting to rescue. Both Bob and Skoodge had beads on each other and Bob was slowly and gently placing Tenn on the ground.

The two officers, comrades in the Resisty, stood at a standoff, their rifles poised to stun each other. "Well, well, Skoodge. I see you're tactics wiped out my unit." Bob stated, smiling at his friend. "And I see the commando tactics you've picked up have helped you take out my unit." Skoodge was also smiling at his friend. They had a sort of competitive friendship in certain fields, namely combat even though Bob wasn't much of a combatant.

"So here we are. The two of caught in a world of war as the dunes of friendship shift into dune of war. Lest we forget the…" Bob was beginning but was silenced by a stun shot to the chest. Immediately the simulation ended, the holograms fading and all stunned participants were un-stunned.

"You shot me while I was monologue-ing!" Bob shouted. "Sorry, Bobby. Irken Elite tactic: get them while they're talking." Skoodge apologized. Bob laughed lightly. He probably shouldn't have been chatting so much anyway. Tenn still looked flustered either over their conversation or at the fact Bob had used her as a shield. Bob wanted to say something, but refrained and watched as she huffed off. He sighed as he got up.

"I think I'll call it a night, Cap." Bob yawned to cover his saddened expression and tone. Skoodge raised an eyebrow and wondered if it had something to do with losing the match, but didn't feel like approaching that subject. "Well, ok Bob. Rest up well and we'll try some more simulations tomorrow." He said.

Bob chuckled lightly as he left. If he kept this training up everyday, he'd be more of an elite than Skoodge or Tenn combined.

Then he smiled. She might notice him then.

Chapter 34 Completed, please R&R

Well, I added a nice big filler chap to get us back on track AND I created another potential couple using background characters that were hardly mentioned in the series AND used a combination of canon and OCs in this chapter! DID I JUST BLOW YOUR FETHING MIND?