He ran down the street as fast as his thin little legs could carry him. The size difference between him and his pursuer played to his advantage, he was much quicker. He had stayed in shape too; many encounters with Dib continuously had him running for his life. But this time he wasn't just running for his life... he was running for his freedom.
Periodically he glanced behind to see if Ogges was following. No sight of the cop yet, but to be sure Zim quickened his pace. His pulse pounded as he ran, green skin glistening with sweat. A memory played through his head back to the last time he had encountered Captain Ogges of the Foodcourtia police.
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"I Quit!"
Zim ripped off his apron and threw it to the ground, his fellow banishes watched on in shock.
"You can't just get up and quit." Said a tall blue alien who had been peeling some potatoes.
"Well I am!" Zim shouted "Didn't you hear what those Irkens over at table twelve said? The tallest are planning a new Operation Impending Doom! Surely they'll be needing my services."
"Wasn't the first Operation Impending Doom the reason you were sent here in the first place?" asked a chubby piggish alien manning the deep fryer.
"Oh, I'm sure they've gotten over that little thing by now." The pint-sized Irken said rather confidently. "Well, I'm off!" he turned and walked calmly for the exit.
"Shouldn't we try to stop him?" asked the blue creature.
"Nah," snorted the pink one "I wanna see how far he gets before security whoops him big time."
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_
Zim peered down a dark corridor heading towards where the impounded ships were kept. All he had to do was get to his voot runner and he'd be on his way.
The coast was clear. He had been able to keep hidden from the guards this far. Of course this was easy for a great invader such as he. The hall was quiet and seemingly deserted; he walked along the wall until he felt secure that he was truly alone and not being watched. He failed to notice the hall was being manned by hidden cameras.
"Where do you think you're going?" a voice said from behind.
Zim twirled around. A security guard was standing shining a light stick directly on the fleeing slave.
"Oh, I'm leaving." Zim smiled truthfully "you see the empire is arranging another wide-scale invasion and I thought..."
"You know there's no leaving banishment." The guard snarled.
"I quit, don't worry if you haven't heard yet, the word's still getting around."
The guard pulled out a weapon, a thin firing arm tipped with an electric dart.
"Don't make me use this one you."
Zim smiled cockily,
"Don't worry, you won't have to."
With a sudden leap aided by his utility pack's spider legs, Zim sprang into the guard knocking the weapon from his hand. With the solider on the ground the escaping Irken continued running for the exit.
The guard got up and pulled a walky talky type device out of his pocket.
"Request back up! Prisoner escaping!" he shouted.
_^_^_^^_^_^_^_^_^_
Zim entered the clearing, the parking lot where all impounded ships were being held. Surrounded by razor wire, automatic laser rifles, robot guards, and covered by a giant clear dome there was no way in heaven a prisoner could escape. But Zim was confident for he was no prisoner. As far as he was concerned he was an invader going back to work. He ran for the lot using his wits, agility, and spider legs to maneuver around the many obstacles lacing the way. A troop of guards stormed out into the area.
"Halt or we'll shoot!" one shouted.
Zim squealed frightfully but continued running, avoiding blaster fire along with the defenses of the lot itself. He smiled to himself seeing how far he had gotten.
"So long fools!" He yelled back at them "this invader's flying out of here!" He laughed heartily knowing that 100 yards away was his ticket out of there. His laughter suddenly was cut short by a large mass colliding with his face.
"Going somewhere Zim?" asked a deep voice.
Zim looked up, his body still reeling from the impact. Ogges looked down with contempt.
"Outta my way!" Zim demanded, "I'm leaving!"
"Zim, is this going to be like the time you tried to proclaim yourself lord of the deep fryer?" Ogges asked, ready to grab the little escapee.
"You have to let me go." Zim glared "The tallest are waiting for me!"
Ogges snorted,
"Zim, stop being so delusional" he aimed a tazer prod at the small one "return to your post in the kitchen."
"No." Zim snarled defiantly. "My destiny awaits! I have quit my post in this festering Hades and am taking back my rightful place as an Irken invader!"
Ogges reeled back his prod ready to use it.
"Don't say you were never warned."
He thrust the sparking stick at Zim.
Zim reacted quickly, ducking the prod and skidding under Ogges' tall legs. Laser fire resumed barely missing him. One shot grazed his antenna but he would not be detoured. Then he saw it. His voot runner parked snuggly with the other confiscated ships. He opened the bubble top and jumped into the driver's seat. Guards began to flood the area heading for his ship. He turned on the controls and started the engines lifting the ship gently of the ground as some guards tried to jump on top of it to weigh it down. Zim gasped and pulled a lever making the voot runner spin, knocking off the attacking soldiers. Pulling another lever and pushing some buttons the ship took flight towards the top dome, which was thankfully open at the time.
Ogges slammed his fist on a control panel on a wall nearby. The two halves of the top dome began to close quickly.
Zim steered the runner around continuing laser fire as he noticed the roof closing. He squeaked a squealing gasp and pulled up on the controls sending the ship into a straight vertical assent. Luck was with that little Irken that day; his ship was small enough to slip through the tiny crack of free space left before the roof dome snapped shut.
A guard ran up to Ogges,
"Sir, he's leaving the Foodcourtian territory, should we follow him?"
Ogges looked up through the giant glass dome out towards the vastness of space where Zim's ship was a fading dot amongst the stars.
"I'll go after him." He answered.
^_^_^_^_^_^^_^_^_^_^
Zim looked back at the fading prison planet. Its blinking neon signs, flaming lakes of grease, and perpetual stench of meat was now a dimming memory. Never again would he be forced to lift a spatula, wait a table, peel a potato, or restock the rotating buffet table. Ahead of him was his destiny and nothing could take it away.
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He paused to catch his breath behind a building. His tiny chest heaved with rapid panting. His hand wiped some perspiration off his face and ran his fingers through his sweat soaked false hair. His think snake -like tongue dangled out of his mouth slightly as he wheezed.
Zim turned his head to peek around the corner. His eyes shrank in fear as he spied Ogges coming towards his hiding spot. The officer marched through a four-way intersection where a sports car came to a skidding stop.
"Hey you nut!" The driver shouted waving his hand with an obscene gesture "get outta the road!"
Ogges remained silent grabbing the car's front bumper and tossing the vehicle over his shoulder. The car landed with a crash offside followed by a loud explosion.
Zim shrieked and resumed running, Ogges spotted the fleeing Zim and once again took chase.
Zim entered the cul-de-sac with quickening haste. Only a few more yards and he'd be safe in his fortress. He ran up the walkway, past the gnomes, pulled open the door and slammed it behind him. He gripped the knob still with his fist, shaking as he took a deep breath. Ogges would be there soon and no mere door would stop a determined police officer, especially one with the tremendous strength this one possessed.
"Computer, security code red level 3!" he shouted.
Metal bars clanked down on the windows that expanded to wide slits that covered the entire glass and pane. A thick steal panel slammed down in front of the door sealing it tight. More metal sprang from the ground encasing the house like armor turning it into an impenetrable metal box. With that done Zim exhaled a sigh of relief, then out of shear exhaustion collapsed onto the ground.
He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. There wasn't much else he could do but wait now. But there had to be something he thought. This was his freedom at stake here and he wouldn't give it up for anything. This was his target planet and nothing could take him away from his mission, not until the planet was destroyed and every stinking human was under his command. He had gotten so close so many times; global domination was so near it was almost tangible to him. This was his destiny, the soil beneath him, his ultimate goal. He must protect it but what else could he do?
His answer came to him on little squeaky feet.
GIR skipped in from the kitchen slurping up a chocolate-bubblegum flavored "Suck Monkey" Ice drink. He saw his master lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling. The green puppy-bot walked over to Zim's reclined head and looked upward hoping to see what his master was so busy looking at. He gazed upward for half a minute slurping still until he noticed the alien in disguise looking at him, a gleam of thought in his lavender eyes. GIR let the straw drop from his sticky mouth as he held the frosty cup out to his master.
"Want some?" he asked smiling, brown syrup dripping off his tongue.
"GIR!" Zim suddenly exclaimed, "Am I glad to see you!"
GIR grinned dropping the Ice drink and hugging Zim around the neck with cold damp paws.
"I missed you too." He squeaked.
Zim pulled his robot off his neck and glared at him sternly.
"GIR, there is someone coming here who'd trying to take me away."
"We're going on vacation?" GIR asked, "I wanna go to Adventure Land!"
"No GIR," Zim sighed, "I need to persuade this person into realizing that I am on a mission on this planet... and you are going to help me."
Periodically he glanced behind to see if Ogges was following. No sight of the cop yet, but to be sure Zim quickened his pace. His pulse pounded as he ran, green skin glistening with sweat. A memory played through his head back to the last time he had encountered Captain Ogges of the Foodcourtia police.
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
"I Quit!"
Zim ripped off his apron and threw it to the ground, his fellow banishes watched on in shock.
"You can't just get up and quit." Said a tall blue alien who had been peeling some potatoes.
"Well I am!" Zim shouted "Didn't you hear what those Irkens over at table twelve said? The tallest are planning a new Operation Impending Doom! Surely they'll be needing my services."
"Wasn't the first Operation Impending Doom the reason you were sent here in the first place?" asked a chubby piggish alien manning the deep fryer.
"Oh, I'm sure they've gotten over that little thing by now." The pint-sized Irken said rather confidently. "Well, I'm off!" he turned and walked calmly for the exit.
"Shouldn't we try to stop him?" asked the blue creature.
"Nah," snorted the pink one "I wanna see how far he gets before security whoops him big time."
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_
Zim peered down a dark corridor heading towards where the impounded ships were kept. All he had to do was get to his voot runner and he'd be on his way.
The coast was clear. He had been able to keep hidden from the guards this far. Of course this was easy for a great invader such as he. The hall was quiet and seemingly deserted; he walked along the wall until he felt secure that he was truly alone and not being watched. He failed to notice the hall was being manned by hidden cameras.
"Where do you think you're going?" a voice said from behind.
Zim twirled around. A security guard was standing shining a light stick directly on the fleeing slave.
"Oh, I'm leaving." Zim smiled truthfully "you see the empire is arranging another wide-scale invasion and I thought..."
"You know there's no leaving banishment." The guard snarled.
"I quit, don't worry if you haven't heard yet, the word's still getting around."
The guard pulled out a weapon, a thin firing arm tipped with an electric dart.
"Don't make me use this one you."
Zim smiled cockily,
"Don't worry, you won't have to."
With a sudden leap aided by his utility pack's spider legs, Zim sprang into the guard knocking the weapon from his hand. With the solider on the ground the escaping Irken continued running for the exit.
The guard got up and pulled a walky talky type device out of his pocket.
"Request back up! Prisoner escaping!" he shouted.
_^_^_^^_^_^_^_^_^_
Zim entered the clearing, the parking lot where all impounded ships were being held. Surrounded by razor wire, automatic laser rifles, robot guards, and covered by a giant clear dome there was no way in heaven a prisoner could escape. But Zim was confident for he was no prisoner. As far as he was concerned he was an invader going back to work. He ran for the lot using his wits, agility, and spider legs to maneuver around the many obstacles lacing the way. A troop of guards stormed out into the area.
"Halt or we'll shoot!" one shouted.
Zim squealed frightfully but continued running, avoiding blaster fire along with the defenses of the lot itself. He smiled to himself seeing how far he had gotten.
"So long fools!" He yelled back at them "this invader's flying out of here!" He laughed heartily knowing that 100 yards away was his ticket out of there. His laughter suddenly was cut short by a large mass colliding with his face.
"Going somewhere Zim?" asked a deep voice.
Zim looked up, his body still reeling from the impact. Ogges looked down with contempt.
"Outta my way!" Zim demanded, "I'm leaving!"
"Zim, is this going to be like the time you tried to proclaim yourself lord of the deep fryer?" Ogges asked, ready to grab the little escapee.
"You have to let me go." Zim glared "The tallest are waiting for me!"
Ogges snorted,
"Zim, stop being so delusional" he aimed a tazer prod at the small one "return to your post in the kitchen."
"No." Zim snarled defiantly. "My destiny awaits! I have quit my post in this festering Hades and am taking back my rightful place as an Irken invader!"
Ogges reeled back his prod ready to use it.
"Don't say you were never warned."
He thrust the sparking stick at Zim.
Zim reacted quickly, ducking the prod and skidding under Ogges' tall legs. Laser fire resumed barely missing him. One shot grazed his antenna but he would not be detoured. Then he saw it. His voot runner parked snuggly with the other confiscated ships. He opened the bubble top and jumped into the driver's seat. Guards began to flood the area heading for his ship. He turned on the controls and started the engines lifting the ship gently of the ground as some guards tried to jump on top of it to weigh it down. Zim gasped and pulled a lever making the voot runner spin, knocking off the attacking soldiers. Pulling another lever and pushing some buttons the ship took flight towards the top dome, which was thankfully open at the time.
Ogges slammed his fist on a control panel on a wall nearby. The two halves of the top dome began to close quickly.
Zim steered the runner around continuing laser fire as he noticed the roof closing. He squeaked a squealing gasp and pulled up on the controls sending the ship into a straight vertical assent. Luck was with that little Irken that day; his ship was small enough to slip through the tiny crack of free space left before the roof dome snapped shut.
A guard ran up to Ogges,
"Sir, he's leaving the Foodcourtian territory, should we follow him?"
Ogges looked up through the giant glass dome out towards the vastness of space where Zim's ship was a fading dot amongst the stars.
"I'll go after him." He answered.
^_^_^_^_^_^^_^_^_^_^
Zim looked back at the fading prison planet. Its blinking neon signs, flaming lakes of grease, and perpetual stench of meat was now a dimming memory. Never again would he be forced to lift a spatula, wait a table, peel a potato, or restock the rotating buffet table. Ahead of him was his destiny and nothing could take it away.
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He paused to catch his breath behind a building. His tiny chest heaved with rapid panting. His hand wiped some perspiration off his face and ran his fingers through his sweat soaked false hair. His think snake -like tongue dangled out of his mouth slightly as he wheezed.
Zim turned his head to peek around the corner. His eyes shrank in fear as he spied Ogges coming towards his hiding spot. The officer marched through a four-way intersection where a sports car came to a skidding stop.
"Hey you nut!" The driver shouted waving his hand with an obscene gesture "get outta the road!"
Ogges remained silent grabbing the car's front bumper and tossing the vehicle over his shoulder. The car landed with a crash offside followed by a loud explosion.
Zim shrieked and resumed running, Ogges spotted the fleeing Zim and once again took chase.
Zim entered the cul-de-sac with quickening haste. Only a few more yards and he'd be safe in his fortress. He ran up the walkway, past the gnomes, pulled open the door and slammed it behind him. He gripped the knob still with his fist, shaking as he took a deep breath. Ogges would be there soon and no mere door would stop a determined police officer, especially one with the tremendous strength this one possessed.
"Computer, security code red level 3!" he shouted.
Metal bars clanked down on the windows that expanded to wide slits that covered the entire glass and pane. A thick steal panel slammed down in front of the door sealing it tight. More metal sprang from the ground encasing the house like armor turning it into an impenetrable metal box. With that done Zim exhaled a sigh of relief, then out of shear exhaustion collapsed onto the ground.
He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. There wasn't much else he could do but wait now. But there had to be something he thought. This was his freedom at stake here and he wouldn't give it up for anything. This was his target planet and nothing could take him away from his mission, not until the planet was destroyed and every stinking human was under his command. He had gotten so close so many times; global domination was so near it was almost tangible to him. This was his destiny, the soil beneath him, his ultimate goal. He must protect it but what else could he do?
His answer came to him on little squeaky feet.
GIR skipped in from the kitchen slurping up a chocolate-bubblegum flavored "Suck Monkey" Ice drink. He saw his master lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling. The green puppy-bot walked over to Zim's reclined head and looked upward hoping to see what his master was so busy looking at. He gazed upward for half a minute slurping still until he noticed the alien in disguise looking at him, a gleam of thought in his lavender eyes. GIR let the straw drop from his sticky mouth as he held the frosty cup out to his master.
"Want some?" he asked smiling, brown syrup dripping off his tongue.
"GIR!" Zim suddenly exclaimed, "Am I glad to see you!"
GIR grinned dropping the Ice drink and hugging Zim around the neck with cold damp paws.
"I missed you too." He squeaked.
Zim pulled his robot off his neck and glared at him sternly.
"GIR, there is someone coming here who'd trying to take me away."
"We're going on vacation?" GIR asked, "I wanna go to Adventure Land!"
"No GIR," Zim sighed, "I need to persuade this person into realizing that I am on a mission on this planet... and you are going to help me."