"Care to tell us what the fuck that was?" the Dib shouted as they ran down the hall.

"A coup, obviously," Zim shot back. "Just not one where you seize power at the end. So, half a coup."

"So then who seizes power now?"

"The Tallest Red and Purple still have it,"

Dib nearly tripped over his own feet in his shock. "You mean you didn't kill them?"

"It's nearly impossible to poison an Irken," Tak explained. "The PAK filters out most toxins. You can incapacitate them, though, for a short period of time."

"So you basically just quit your job in spectacular fashion," Dib said indignantly.

Tak almost couldn't believe it. Zim must be sincere in his betrayal. He poisoned the Tallest and declared to the entire upper crust of the Irken military that it was intentional. There was no coming back from that. Every other disaster he caused could reasonably be argued as a mistake. But there could be no doubt here. Zim truly had turned on the empire.

Yet, something still didn't sit quite right with her. If he had gone rebel, if he had truly turned traitor, then his life clock would have gone off like hers did. One would reasonably assume the impotence for this betrayal was her discovery of the Control Brains parasite, but she was with him ever since she told him that news and she never saw his life clock go off. But that could only mean something else prompted him at an earlier date. So the question was, what made Zim finally snap?

They came to a split in the hallway. Tak started going right while Zim went left.

"Uh, the Voot is this way," Tak called.

"I'm not going to the Voot," Zim yelled back. "I'm going to the control room."

Dib and Tak cast each other a glance, then followed him. They found him crouched behind a door at the end of the hall and joined him in his hiding spot. Dib took a peak inside. There, dozens of Irkens worked at their stations. They seemed unaware that, for now, their leaders were incapacitated.

Zim tapped his PAK and a metal ball flew into his hands. He pulled a pin, tossed it in, and smashed the control panel, shutting the door. They heard coughing from the other side and, after a few minutes, opened the door to find the Irkens unconscious on the floor.

"So, what are we doing in here again?" Dib asked, as they stepped into the room.

Zim grabbed one of the Irkens who still slouched in their chair and threw them to the floor. "Wiping Urth off the navigation map." He sat down and the monitor and started messing with the buttons. "If I'm going to continue to use it as my home base, I can't have them finding it."

"Not so fast," Tak slapped his fingers away from the buttons. "Before this goes any further, I need answers. If you're truly on our side, there's only one way your life clock didn't go off."

"We don't have time for this!"

"You had a rebellious thought!" Tak declared. "When?"

"Three Urth years ago."

"Three years?" Dib shouted, stepping up to them. "But I've been watching you. Why were you still trying to conquer Earth if you kinda-quit three years ago?"

"I wasn't."

"But I saw you building machines!" Dib argued.

"They weren't for me!" Zim shot back.

Tak began to ask "But how-" before Zim cut her off.

"Silence!" he shouted. "Silence your questions! I need to concentrate."

Zim continued typing on the buttons until a picture of the Earth appeared on the screen. The stats were scarce, save for the coordinates and the note, 'that place where Zim is.' The little blue ball of dirt and water had gone unnoticed by the empire, noteworthy only as a banishment site. To them, it was merely a place to keep Zim contained, far away from anything important. But after the stunt they pulled today, it would be a target.

Another few clicks of a button and the Urth was gone, leaving only a blank file in its wake. All Irken military ships automatically synced with the Massive. If it was gone from this data base, it was essentially invisible to all Irkens. If they wanted to find Urth again, they'd have to scour the universe for it. But why stop at Urth?

"Let's dump it all," Tak said.

"What?"

"Erase the database," she said. "It'll be a crippling blow to the empire."

"Do we really have time to erase everything?" Dib asked. The human made a good point.

"Jut the maps then," she suggested. "They would have to rebuild their navigation systems from scratch and it would send the fleet into disarray."

"Zim is no radical!" Zim snapped. "I'm only doing this to cover my own ass."

"Not a raical?" Dib scoffed. "You just poisoned your own leaders."

"That was personal," Zim argued. "This is political."

"And what about those weapons you're building?!" Dib shot back. "If they're not for Irk, then who are they for?"

"Zim's business deals are none of your… um… business!"

"Shut up!" Tak commanded, taking a seat at another monitor. "We don't have time for this! Let's get these maps erased and get out of here."

"If you even make it that far," a chorus of voices answered.

Dib looked around. "Who said that?"

"We did, human."

Every Irken in the room rose to their feet. Tak prepared herself for a fight. Her eyes darted as she watched them all, poised to deploy the weapons in her PAK. But none made a move to attack. They all stood there, stalk still, with a dead look in their eyes.

Dib gaped at the sight. "H-how are you…"

"Silence Urth Creature!" the possessed Irkens shouted in unison, turning their cold eyes toward Dib. "Do not interrupt us again!" Dib shut his mouth and the Irkens calmed. "Congratulations defectives" they said, now addressing Zim and Tak. "It's been centuries since we had to resort to total override, but mark our words, you will pay for this waste of food."

"What do you care for waste?" Tak spat back at them. "You throw Irken lives away every day in your conquest."

"A calculated cost to bring me more to feed from in the long term," the Irkens explained with their eerily monotone voices. "You should know about calculated risks. Don't forget, we see everything you do."

"When have I ever sacrificed good soldiers?"

Every possessed Irken in the room wore the same mocking smirk. "All through your training days. Don't you remember? We saw everything you did, every little cheat to get ahead."

The Irkens tapped buttons on their control boards and soon, every monitor showed various scenes from Tak's training years. "Electrodes hidden in your boots to cripple race opponents. Stealing test answers and planting them in a rival's locker after copying them for yourself. You got top scores on your exams and excelled at your drills, but is it really victory if you have to sabotage your competitions? Oh sure, you studied and trained, but it never felt like enough, did it? Never thought you could win a fair fight. Had to tear someone else down first. Maybe, if it weren't for all your cheating, we'd have let you make up your Elite ranking test. After all, we allowed everyone else who was inconvenienced by the blackout to take it." Their smirks grew as they twisted the knife further. "Just not you."

Tak ground her teeth together as she watched the images play out on the screen. There was no denying them. The monitors played footage from her own memory bank. They showed her and everyone else who she really was. She work so hard. She clawed her way to the top and did everything she could to stay there. But it was all a lie. And now they knew it. What was worse, Zim knew it. That little pain in the ass managed to make it to elite the first time, even while being a walking disaster, and he never had to deliberately cheat. The idea of him lording that over her was enough to make her blood boil.

"Perhaps you can prove everyone wrong, though," the Irken voices went on. "Take the honest route for once in your life. Tell Zim what you learned on your little trip to Refirencee. Tell him what you suspect."

"Fool!" Zim scoffed. "Zim already accessed Tak's memories. I know everything she knows about the Control Brain parasite."

"Yes, you saw the same books. But did you reach the same conclusions?"

"Guys! Don't you see what it's doing?" The Dib burst in. "It's distracting you. It's keeping you here until your leaders recover. Let's erase those maps and get out of here!"

"Silence!" Zim snapped at Dib, then turned back to the dead-eyed Irkens. "Tell Zim what you know, creepy hive-mind…thing!"

"Have you ever wondered why you're such a failure? Why you destroy everything you touch? Why, no matter what you do, everything always blows up in your face? It's because you have no choice in the matter. It's what you were made for."

"What are you talking about?"

"Before we push for something big, we require extra sustenance. We take this sustenance in what some have called a blood toll. On our first planet, we made many mistakes, one was asking our hosts directly for sacrifices. We know better now."

"Ans what does this have to do with me?" Zim growled impatiently.

"Since the beginning of our reign, one PAK has been passed down through generations, carrying a suppressed impulse for destruction. We need only to activate it and we have our blood toll. Clearly our PAK has become quite damaged over the years. It no longer works quite right. You're so defective, you couldn't even declare your name right."

The screen flashed the name Zim across it. It then reversed the letters and spread them out to reveal an acronym. ZIM became MIZ. And MIZ became Massacre Initiator Z.

"You were supposed to live as a low-ranking drone until we activated your destructive impulse and die in the disaster. You, however, defied us at every turn. We kept you alive out of sheer curiosity. We wanted to see how your life would play out. It's been entertaining, however, you've become too great a burden to bare."

Zim stood motionless, staring straight ahead. They waited for the typical Zim outburst of "lies!" or declaring his greatness, but nothing came. His eyes looked as dead as the possessed Irkens around them. He said nothing, did nothing. As much as Tak couldn't stand Zim's obnoxious voice or erratic behavior, watching him be so still was chilling.

Tak's antenna perks at the sound of footsteps trooping down the hall. The Dib's head darted for the door. "Guy! Come on! We're out of time!"

Tak smacked Zim's lifeless body away from the control panel. "Do you think you can stop us by getting into our heads?"

"Oh simple Tak," the Irkens sighed. "We've lived in your heads since you were fitted with your packs."

Tak sneered at them. "I cut you off for me and I won't rest until every Irken is free of you."

"Please, you worked your whole life to get our attention. You finally have it. Do you want to throw that away? Perhaps we can find a place with someone of your drive and ingenuity."

"Liars!" Did they think she was stupid? She knew as well as it that treason of this scale would never go unpunished. Even if they tried to appease her with a higher rank or a cushy job, it'd only be a matter of time before they got rid of her. But even the fact that it was trying to negotiate meant something. She was a threat to it, and she would stay a threat until the day she died.

"We you know you, Tak. You're a plotter. You won't do anything rash."

They don't know me half as well as they think. "Want a bet?" She started hitting buttons on the control board. An alert came up on the screen and the voice blared from the speakers. "All maps queued for deletion. Are you sure you want to proceed?"

She hit one more button and the screen went black. "Deletion successful."

"Take that you parasite bitch."

"Come on," Dib begged, pulling on her arm. The footsteps were noticeably louder. "We have to go now!"

Tak took off running and Dib pulled on the frozen Zim until his legs moved.

They burst into the hall and immediately came across a group of Irkan soldiers. "There they are!" one of the soldiers cried.

Tak led the way as they ran toward the ship's hanger. The soldiers fired at them. A laser cannon popped out of Tak's pack and returned fire, but it was difficult for her to aim while leading the dash to the Voot. She wished one of her companions had could back her up with a pistol but Zim was still barely conscious and Dib was preoccupied with keeping his legs moving. The sound of little metallic feet running beside them gave her an idea.

"Zim, tell me your SIR unit to go into defensive mode.

There was no response. Zim was as helpful as a sack of empty ginzor cans.

"Hey Zim's robot," Dib said to the little SIR unit.

Gir looked up at him curiously. "Hmm?"

"Don't you have any weapons or something?"

"Huh?"

"You know, something that makes pretty lights and goes 'pew, pew'?"

"Oh that. I got that." A giant laser cannon popped out of his head and he fired wildly into the soldiers behind them, forcing the Irkens to scatter for cover

Finally, they made it to the hangar and all jumped in the Voot. Zim slid zombie-like into the pilot seat.

"Come on," Dib said, shaking Zim's shoulder. "Get us out of here!"

"Zim!" Tak snapped. "If you don't fly this ship, I will!"

That seemed to work. Zim shook off whatever stupor he was in and his usual look of single-minded determination returned to his eyes. "No one pilots Zim's ship but Zim!" He took hold of the controls and the ship roared to life. In a flash, they took off into the stars.