Zim piloted the helicopter onto a nearby apartment buildings roof, according to the GPS they were in New York City. Great. This was the perfect spot to stop an alien invasion, where there was millions of people. Yay.
Gaz quickly got out with the others behind her. She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "What are we gonna do!? We can't beat an entire invasion alone!", she stressed.
Zim walked up to her and grabbed her hands, he then began to rub small circles into the backs of them. "It'll be okay, I've got a plan," he smiled at her.
She took in a deep breath and asked, "well, what's the plan?"
The Irken smirked, he then walked over to an AC and stood on top of it. He cleared his throat and began, "look, if the entire Armada is coming then that means my leaders are as well. If we kill them then the invasion will come to a halt. If we are the ones to kill them than we can either become the leaders ourselves or appoint new ones, either way, we can save the earth by their deaths."
Gaz smiled and nodded, "I'm ready to kick your alien leaders asses."
"Whoo! Death! I love it! Almost as much as my drugs!", Gir cheered happily.
"Do we have to kill them?", Dib asked. "I mean, I don't want to be known as a murderer."
Zim rolled his eyes and told him, "I'm going to kill them. They've done to much shit for me to ignore anymore."
The violet haired woman tried to walk to up to him, but then loud booms were heard from the sky. They all looked to see many, many ships entering the atmosphere. Many were small, there were a few larger ones, but the one that stood out was the gigantic one behind them all.
"Their here!", Zim screeched, "we've gotta get onto The Massive!"
"I'm assuming that's the big one!", Dib gulped.
"Wow, how many brain cells did it take you to figure that out?", the Irken rolled his eyes sarcastically.
"I'm freaking out, okay!?", the big headed human snapped.
"You'd make a terrible solider," the captain muttered.
"How are we gonna get on the big ass spaceship? I mean, we don't exactly have a ship of our own," Gaz asked.
"We need to be able to sneak aboard, so we need..." Zim trailed off. "We need Skoodge, Tenn, and Olfa."
"How are we gonna find them? We haven't seen them since the safe house," the violet haired woman questioned.
"If we can a Voot Runner then I can use the com link on it," he explained.
"Okay, okay, how are we gonna get one of those!?", Dib exclaimed.
"We fight," the Irken captain replied simply. "Now, come on! We've gotta get to the battle," he then rushed back into the helicopter.
Gaz and Gir were quick to follow while Dib groaned loudly before entering. The Irken carefully piloted around the battle area, seeing that there were many fronts were the fight had already begun. He safely landed them near one of the military bases and they got out.
"This is a stupid plan!", Gaz whispered yelled to her boyfriend.
"It'll work," he muttered back. Zim walked up to the commanding officer and began, "we can stop the invasion, if you assist us."
"Why should I trust you?", the man snarled.
"Because we're your only chance," the Irken replied. "Can you help us with acquiring a Voot Runner, or not?"
"A what runner?", the man raised a brow.
Zim sighed before explaining, "a space ship." He then added quietly, "dumbass." Gaz couldn't help but snicker at him.
"Ugh, fine! We'll help you, but just to stop this invasion," the man begrudgingly agreed.
The captain smirked and said, "perfect. Now, I'm departing as soon as possible, I need your forces to follow me and NOT shoot me."
The man nodded and grumbled, "got it." He then pulled out his radio and spoke into it, "everyone, I need you to follow an alien, his robot, a man, and a woman into battle, they can stop the invasion."
Zim held a smug look on his face as he said, "good little meat bag." He then patted the man in the head, since the Irken was significantly taller than most people. He then did a one eighty and twirled a finger in the air, "we must be off!"
Gaz rolled her closed eyes and chuckled as she caught up with him, "did you have to patronize him?"
"No, but it was fun," her boyfriend replied.
She laughed and grasped his hand, "well, I guess we gotta go fight to get on a spaceship."
"Before that, you and Dib-shit need armor," the Irken stopped walking and began. "I have some extra armor in my Pak and I should be able to outfit you both with it, well, you at least. Zim has much more care for your well being than he does that of Dib-stinks."
"Hey!", Dib complained from next to commanding officer.
The Irken ignored him and began to dig through his Pak. He tried to reach as far as he could but he came up short, he pulled his arm out and sighed, "I can't reach it. Can you grab it?"
"Yeah, sure," the human shrugged. She then walked behind him and he sat on his knees so she could reach, then he opened his Pak. "Woah," her eyes opened at the sight of the innards of his Pak.
"It's right beside the blaster and the chargers," he told her.
"I-I see it," she replied. She stuck her hand in and grabbed the armor, she pulled it out and he shut his Pak. "I got it," she handed them to him.
The Irken stood up and he grinned as he turned around to look at her, "perfect! Thanks!"
"How can you store so much stuff in your Pak? I mean, just looking in there was insane," she told him.
"Eh, the science of it is much different than your earth science and I don't think we have enough time to discuss currently," he replied.
"Oh, yeah," she chuckled sheepishly.
He laughed and grabbed her hand, "come on, I need to see how small you are so I can add your specs to the armor."
She rolled her eyes and grumbled, "I'm not that small, your just too tall."
"Well, you've gotta deal with me being a lot taller than you from now on, Little-Gaz," he purred playfully.
"Don't call me that," she growled at him, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Okay, okay, whatever," he chuckled. He then started to take her measurements with a scanner he pulled out of his Pak.
Dib stood and watched the two joke and have fun. They looked... normal. If Zim was human then maybe he would be able to have a normal life with Gaz.
"Ugh, I hate that alien," he complained, not loud enough for Gaz to hear.
"Why?", Gir asked.
"Because he loves my sister, he shouldn't love her," the paranormal investigator began. "No alien should ever look at Gaz and think 'oh, she's pretty I wanna marry her' never that's disgusting."
"Oh, come on, that's how you humans are," the little robot waved his hand. "Let me tell you, when me and my wife first came here, all those human men were all over my wife. We had to leave the planet because of them."
"Wait, your wife?", Dib raised a brow.
"Yeah, Mimi," the bot replied simply.
"The bad guy!?", the big headed human exclaimed.
"She's not evil," Gir rolled his eyes. "There was gonna be a whole montage of us, but it was cut cause of budgeting."
"Uh, what?", the human looked very, very confused.
"Don't worry about it- oh, is that cake!?", the robot squealed before running off.
"I'm very confused," was all the human muttered after the robot left.
Zim had finally gotten all of Gaz's measurements and was importing them into the armors specs. The human watched him do it, it looked very, very complicated. Then an evil thought crossed her mind.
"Hey, Zim?", she began.
"Yes?", he mumbled.
"Did the reason that scanning me took so long because you wanted to look me over?", she smirked.
He flushed a deep shade of green and he stuttered out, "w-what!? Pfft! N-mo, no! Heh, t-that's cr-crazy."
"I don't care, I just wanted to see your face," she giggled.
He growled and muttered under his breath, "yeah I knew that. You didn't catch me off guard or anything."
"I heard that," she purred.
"No you didn't!", he blushed before staring intently on the screen he had.
"Uh huh," she nodded sarcastically.
Soon the specs were done being run and the armor began to shape and change before Gaz's eyes. It shrunk and expanded until it was exactly her size.
"Here, try it on," Zim tossed it to her.
"Alright, hope you've got a portable dressing room in there, cause I'm not stripping down in front of all these men," she told him, eyeing her surroundings.
"Uh, no, but we can go inside that thing," he pointed to a bathroom.
"We?", she asked.
"I have to make sure I didn't mess up my calculations," he explained.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes. They quickly walked over and inside of the bathroom, it was a lot bigger than she thought it would be. "Alright," she faced her boyfriend. "Turn around and don't watch me."
"Uh, okay," he nodded. The Irken turned around and waited for her to get changed. Since the atmosphere was a bit weird he decided to make conversation, "you know, on Irk there are rarely mates between us."
"Why's that?", she asked.
"Well, we've lost the need for them since we have Smeet factories," he began. "Not a lot of Irkens are born with the ability to reproduce since we don't have to."
"Can you?", she wondered.
"Uh, can I what?", he asked, he had a feeling what she was gonna say.
"Reproduce. Can you have kids, or Smeets, or whatever," she clarified.
"Um, yes," he blushed. He didn't really know what else to say.
"Maybe one day we'll have a kid of our own," she chuckled.
"Maybe," he mumbled.
"I'm done, you can look now," the human told him.
Zim turned around and saw the love of life looking like a badass. He couldn't help the goofy smile that sat on his face. The black under suit hugged her tightly while the dark and pale pink armor added extra protection. The black gloves and boots holding her hands and feet perfectly.
"So, how do I look?", she placed a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side.
"Perfect, as always," he blushed.
"You got a color changer on that thing? Pink isn't my color," she asked.
"Y-yeah," he pulled out a small device and changed the armor color to dark and pale purple.
"That's more like it, thanks," Gaz flashed him a smile.
"Come on, I've got one more suit and I've gotta outfit Dib with it," Zim told her.
"Alright, fine," she chuckled.
The two walked out of the bathroom and Gaz strutted up to Dib smugly. She sent him a smirk that said, "you wish you'd look as cool as I did."
"Come on," Zim rolled his eyes. "I've got a suit for you. Without it, you'll most likely die."
"What!? Die!?", Dib exclaimed fearfully.
"Just put the damn thing on after I adjust the specs," the Irken groaned. He then pulled out his scanner and did a quick scan of the paranormal investigator, he then went to work on messing with the specs.
The violet haired human walked over and whispered in her boyfriends ear, "I guess you were checking me out."
He flushed a dark green and mumbled, "I'm working." He quickly finished and tossed the shrunken suit to Dib, he then said, "put it on, we don't have all day."
Dib huffed and caught the suit, "fine, fine, God, you don't have to be so pushy." He then went in the bathroom to change.
"Not going with him?", his girlfriend chuckled.
""Uh, no," he muttered, a dark blush settling in his green face.
"I'm just messing with you," Gaz laughed.
Zim grumbled half heartedly, "oh, haha, very funny."
Soon Dib came out wearing the black suit with the armor and gloves and boots, Zim had taken the liberty to change it from pale and dark pink to blue colors. The Irken couldn't have him looking just like him, he looked fabulous in anything he wore, but he didn't want the paranormal investigator to look like him- Dib was too ugly for that.
"Come on," Zim told them. The four walked side by side in slow motion, it seemed like, and off towards the commanding officer.
"This is so cool!", Gir giggled. "I bet we're going straight into the camera!"
"What?", the Irken raised a brow.