Yesh, yesh, the wonderful chapter two...this is where stuff actually happens, mmmkay?
Disclaimer: To whom it concerns, it ain't mine.
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All The Purple Cats...And Their Misadventures
Chapter Two: Spys and Discussion
Dib scrambled to his feet. Gir looked over at him, eyes wide.
"Hi! I know you," the robot chirped happily. "Wanna watch cartoons?" It watched Dib, grinning.
"Uh...I have things to do..." Dib stammered. "Please don't tell Zim I'm here," he pleaded.
Gir looked at his feet, dissapointed. "Aaaw, but I hafta tell Master everything..."
Dib glanced around nervously. "I'll...uh..." He searched his pockets, pulling out some loose change. "I'll give you shiny coins!"
"Ooh, shiny!" The little robot chirped happily. Dib handed over the change, and Gir staired at them in wonder. "Preeeeetty..."
Dib walked quietly into the kitchen, entering the refrigerator the same way Zim did. He entered the tube, sliding down feetfirst, but he cought himself a foot from the bottom, staying in the tube. He didn't want to announce his presence. Not yet. Zim stood in front of a console, his back to Dib. He typed on a keypad.
Meanwhile, on an Irken space station, in space somewhere, two tall aliens converse...
Purple paced in the large ready-room. The large amount of planets under Irken rule was making control increasingly difficult, especially since many of them had been taken by force. Many eventually submitted, but a few were not willing to be ruled.
"These rebel outbreaks are getting out of hand. We have to do something, or they'll influence the whole of the Empire!" The violet eyed Tallest had become increasingly stressed as the size of the Empire grew.
"So, we send in the Armada and crush them. They have few posts," Red argued. "We have stronger forces, it shouldn't be too hard." Purple rolled his eyes.
"You always say that. Remember planet Larkna? The Invader assigned had no problem, but our army came back in shreds!" Purple shuddered. "We're still recovering from that! The Larknans haven't joined the rebels, but they have allies that are just as powerful. I say we send in a spy, have them kill off the leader. That will throw the rebels into more anarchy than they are already in. iTHAT'S/i when we send in the army, and crush them while they're weak."
"ALL of our soldiers know it's suicide," Red said. "All Irkens that enter their boundaries are killed on sight. You know that." Red lowered his left eyelid.
"I suppose you have a better idea?" Purple demanded. "Because if you do, let's hear it."
"We send in a team of four or five, composed of Irken and a few aliens, and they spy and find out how to adapt our weapontry, shields and whatnot to be superior to theirs. We modify our own ships, then strike," Red said simply. Purple blinked.
"How do we know the Irkens we send won't be killed, like you so graceously pointed out?" he asked. "And how can we be sure the aliens won't revolt once they get to the rebel base planet?"
Red smirked. "Have faith. We bribe the non-Irkens. And, as long as our soldiers act well and show up not looking like soldiers, their chances of being killed are reduced."
"Marginally," Purple argued. "It will take a long time to get one of ours into a position of any power whatsoever."
"Well, like you said, remember Larkna?" Red pointed out. "The invader had no problem. A small force has much better chances if the rebels are anything like Larknans."
"But what invader in his right mind would agree to that?!" Purple snapped. "It's not like someone is just going to call us up and say 'Hey, any suicidal missions available?'" Suddenly, the commscreen beeped.
"Incoming message from Earth," the emotionless robotic voice announced. Red and Purple stared at each other.
Disclaimer: To whom it concerns, it ain't mine.
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All The Purple Cats...And Their Misadventures
Chapter Two: Spys and Discussion
Dib scrambled to his feet. Gir looked over at him, eyes wide.
"Hi! I know you," the robot chirped happily. "Wanna watch cartoons?" It watched Dib, grinning.
"Uh...I have things to do..." Dib stammered. "Please don't tell Zim I'm here," he pleaded.
Gir looked at his feet, dissapointed. "Aaaw, but I hafta tell Master everything..."
Dib glanced around nervously. "I'll...uh..." He searched his pockets, pulling out some loose change. "I'll give you shiny coins!"
"Ooh, shiny!" The little robot chirped happily. Dib handed over the change, and Gir staired at them in wonder. "Preeeeetty..."
Dib walked quietly into the kitchen, entering the refrigerator the same way Zim did. He entered the tube, sliding down feetfirst, but he cought himself a foot from the bottom, staying in the tube. He didn't want to announce his presence. Not yet. Zim stood in front of a console, his back to Dib. He typed on a keypad.
Meanwhile, on an Irken space station, in space somewhere, two tall aliens converse...
Purple paced in the large ready-room. The large amount of planets under Irken rule was making control increasingly difficult, especially since many of them had been taken by force. Many eventually submitted, but a few were not willing to be ruled.
"These rebel outbreaks are getting out of hand. We have to do something, or they'll influence the whole of the Empire!" The violet eyed Tallest had become increasingly stressed as the size of the Empire grew.
"So, we send in the Armada and crush them. They have few posts," Red argued. "We have stronger forces, it shouldn't be too hard." Purple rolled his eyes.
"You always say that. Remember planet Larkna? The Invader assigned had no problem, but our army came back in shreds!" Purple shuddered. "We're still recovering from that! The Larknans haven't joined the rebels, but they have allies that are just as powerful. I say we send in a spy, have them kill off the leader. That will throw the rebels into more anarchy than they are already in. iTHAT'S/i when we send in the army, and crush them while they're weak."
"ALL of our soldiers know it's suicide," Red said. "All Irkens that enter their boundaries are killed on sight. You know that." Red lowered his left eyelid.
"I suppose you have a better idea?" Purple demanded. "Because if you do, let's hear it."
"We send in a team of four or five, composed of Irken and a few aliens, and they spy and find out how to adapt our weapontry, shields and whatnot to be superior to theirs. We modify our own ships, then strike," Red said simply. Purple blinked.
"How do we know the Irkens we send won't be killed, like you so graceously pointed out?" he asked. "And how can we be sure the aliens won't revolt once they get to the rebel base planet?"
Red smirked. "Have faith. We bribe the non-Irkens. And, as long as our soldiers act well and show up not looking like soldiers, their chances of being killed are reduced."
"Marginally," Purple argued. "It will take a long time to get one of ours into a position of any power whatsoever."
"Well, like you said, remember Larkna?" Red pointed out. "The invader had no problem. A small force has much better chances if the rebels are anything like Larknans."
"But what invader in his right mind would agree to that?!" Purple snapped. "It's not like someone is just going to call us up and say 'Hey, any suicidal missions available?'" Suddenly, the commscreen beeped.
"Incoming message from Earth," the emotionless robotic voice announced. Red and Purple stared at each other.