Disclaimer: Well. It would appear that I was incorrect
with the disclaimer bit in 'Remember Me?' chapter one. I am getting rid of my web
page 'cause Homestead wants me to pay them…HAHAHAHAHA!!! Me, pay Homestead?
Oooh, I'm laughin'! Anyway, check out ZIM Music Video fic for the
disclaimy-'claimer.
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Another
skoolday. Ms. Bitters was near the end of a long lecture on flesh-eating
viruses and basically how everyone and everything was doomed. ZIM wasn't paying
attention, and neither was Dib. They were each drawing a picture; ZIM's of
himself with an Irken flag on top of Earth, Dib's of a slightly mangled ZIM
shrieking at a giant scalpel coming down from the sky. As the bell rang, small
droplets of rain pattered against the ground, and all the children save Dib and
ZIM went out to play in the wetness.
ZIM
ignored Dib, who was following him, walked out into the rain without a glance
back, and began his walk home completely without cries of pain from the water
or sizzling skin. He had begun to cover himself in paste every day, just to
insure that the water incident of recent times never repeated itself.
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Disguise
gone, ZIM walked over to a computer console. GIR was bouncing around while the
Irken pondered whether to report in to the Tallest or not. Just as he was
deciding to not contact his leaders, a transmission on emergency frequency came
in from the Tallest.
"Sirs!" ZIM exclaimed, but he then realized that this was
a one-way transmission being sent out to all Irkens.
Static
brushed across the screen for a moment, and ZIM wondered why.
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Purple
was getting ready to announce the emergency message and Red could be seen in
the background, firing a laser pistol wildly at the opened door.
The
Tallest turned to Red and glared, not caring that he was keeping many Irkens
waiting and confused.
"Oh,
you love lasers so much, yet you can't use one to save your life?!"
Purple snarled at the panicking Red, his insult seen by all the Invaders.
The
other Tallest shot an angry look right back. "Just make the damn distress call,
this blaster's running out of power! Tell those Invaders to get over here now!!
Do it!" he yelled, closing one eye to line up a shot of something that was
attempting to come through the doorway.
"Attention
all Invaders! Irk is under attack! A planet we thought under control is
evidently not…the slaughtering rat people have escaped from Blorch by way of
our own spaceships and are--" Red cut him off.
"--They're
basically causing a massacre here. All Invaders enter your emergency codes and
prepare for immediate teleportation to Irk! Bring weapons – lots of them – and
anything else lethal. That would be real helpful now! Teleportation
initiated in sixty seconds and counting, Invaders!" Red shouted over the
communicator, then he whipped around and started shooting again.
Purple
touched the screen in front of him. "End transmission" he commanded, and then
turned to Red. "I was going to make the announcement!" he whined with a
slight grin.
Red
returned the smile – sometimes humor does so help a desperate situation – and
tossed a spare laser pistol to Purple. "Too bad," he said. "Now just start
shooting!"
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ZIM
stared at the now blank screen. Irk? Under attack? Impossible!! His mind raced
as his fingers flew equally fast over the keyboard in front of him, typing in
his emergency code. Was there anything he had discovered here on Earth that
would be useful against the rat people of Blorch? The only thing he could
possibly think of was water, but that only caused a very serious reaction to
Irken skin to his knowledge.
To his knowledge…
It couldn't hurt to try…for his own race…it might work…
"GIR, get me a container full of water and a package of
water balloons! I'm going to Irk to help the Tallests. You stay here and guard
the house," he barked at the robot. GIR stood up and grew serious, his eyes
growing red. With his eyes still red, GIR actually complied with ZIM's request and
within moments the Irken had a full water cooler bottle and an extra large
package of water balloons – from where he couldn't fathom – and was ready to go
to Irk. There were only ten seconds left until the transportation was
activated.
As
ZIM counted the remaining seconds down in his mind, he felt both himself and
the bottle he was sitting on turn into pure energy. In a matter of a few
instants he was sitting on a water cooler bottle with a package of empty water
balloons in the teleportations arrival room of Irk. Other Invaders, all taller
than him, surrounded him; all sporting lasers of some kind and some had smoke
grenades too.
They
were all ready for war.
