DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zim!! I do own the concept of Invader Sar and the T.A.S.S. unit, so NO STEALING! If you steal, the WEASELS WILL ATTACK!! ...Gir! Take me to the WEASELS!
This is an original Zim fic involving MY INVADER! It's not done yet (Duh.) but keep checking back because, regardless of reviews, I shall continue my story! MUAAA!! (everyone runs in terror) ...anywho... Read! Read it I say! OBEY THE FIST!!
"Well, Red... we've done it again..." Purple muttered irritably as he watched the transmition the two Tallest had received from Zim.
Red turned around in his swivel chair, a slurpee in one hand, a gameboy in the other. "What, you mean eaten all the cheese from the fridge without knowing?"
"...no Red. We sent Zim to a planet, not a void!"
Red spat out his slurpee and stood. "What do you mean, 'not a Void'?? What planet??"
"It's called 'Earth'. It's habitable, too."
"You mean we sent Zim to a potential conquerable planet??"
"...yes."
"...damn."
The almighty Tallest stood for a while, watching Earth spin in its orbit, Red finishing his grape slurpee despondently.
"You know what this means, right?" Purple said after a moment.
"We're screwed?"
"...no. It means, we have to send someone after Zim before he ruins our chances at Earth!"
"Well, who the heck are we supposed to send? All of our best Invaders are already working on Impending Doom 2!"
"Not all, Red. There is one Irken Invader still around..."
Red looked up, horrified, and the empty slurpee cup slid from his shaking hand. "No, not..."
"Invader Sar."
"Are you crazy, Purple?? We can't send Invader Sar!! She's to scary!!"
"What else are we supposed to do?"
"...fine. I'll send for Invader Sar."
Moments after pressing a big, shiny green button labeled "Call Invader Sar", Red and Purple heard a light tapping at their door.
"Come in," Red said cautiously.
The steel door slid open with a mechanical hiss, and a tall, slim figure stepped lightly through it. She was tall for an Irken; only a foot and a half shorter than the Almighty Tallest. Her eyes were a deep, virulent blue, and she wore three earrings through each antenna and numerous gold and silver steel bands around her wrists, ankles, and neck. She walked with a sinuous elegance and a menacing attitude, as if she knew the whole world hated her, and she knew she could kill them all.
"You called?" She spoke in a deadly-quiet voice, almost more of a hiss than a vocalization.
"Yes, Invader Sar. We have a mission for you," Purple said.
"What sort of mission?"
"We need you to stop an idiot Invader named Zim."
"...say no more." Sar promptly turned out the door and began walking away.
"Wait, don't you want to know more??" Red called after her.
"He's on earth, you need me to stop his idiocies, and you want me to conquer the planet. I already know. Tass and I will take care of it," She said in her frightening hiss, the voice carrying down the hallway eerily.
"That went well... I think..." Purple said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
"I think so to. Shall we get back to that backgammon game now?" Red asked, picking a dice cup up off the dashboard.
"Only if you run and get us more slurpees. And bring cheese fries back, too."
~*=*~
Sar plugged a short set of coordinates into the control panel of her modified version 6.0 Vood Runner and sat down on the hard, gray-leather seats beside a small silver robot. The robot turned its silvery head slightly and fixed Sar with a gaze from its glowing, orange eyes. "Off to earth, huh?"
Sar nodded and buckled a strap across her chest. "We're stopping Zim from ruining another Impending Doom."
The S.I.R. unit nodded slightly and turned to face the view panel. Suddenly, he turned around again and said, in a high, panicked voice, "We remembered the cheese, right??"
"...Yes, Tass. I brought plenty of cheese."
"Phew..." Tass sighed. He settled back in the seat, mechanical arms crossed behind his head. Tass, or the T.A.S.S. S.I.R. unit, was a modified version of the intelligence-gathering droid issued to each invader when they were assigned a planet to conquer. Instead of the basic, mass-produced intelligence chip of the S.I.R. unit, however, Tass had a specially-made chip in his circuit board. It included the weapons readouts of every race known to the Irkens, a planet guide for every planet that had ever been mapped, a readout of the strengths and weaknesses of every race recorded, and programs that would make an expert hacker turn pale. As well as this unique chip, Tass was endowed with a distinct personality and advanced decision-making skills. These skills were essential, for Tass possessed a range of weapons with the explosive capacity of a dying sun. A stupid robot could quite possibly wipe out the galaxy with such weaponry.
"Can I sign a song?" He asked as the Vood Runner's engines began revving up.
"No, Tass. Please, just wait until we're out of the docking bay first..." Sar groaned, steering the light, swift ship out from between to massive Irken bombing vessels.
The Vood Runner's twin engine pods rotated slightly, the blue lights flickering brightly from within. A muffled roar exploded from the pods, and the Vood Runner took off like a shot, its sleek design cutting effortlessly through the pseudo-atmosphere surrounding the Irken base. Once the barrier was crossed, Sar slipped the Vood Runner into hyperspace, and she disappeared from the Almighty Tallest's radar.
~*=*~
"Gir! Gir, what are you doing?? That's a classified piece of technology!! Those weasels took me forever to build!" Zim screamed hysterically, dashing up a ramp to a platform where Gir was playing happily with a set of mechanical pig-shaped weasels.
"Aww, I like the weasels!" Gir cried, sniffling as Zim wrenched the weasels out of his hands. After placing the weasels securely in a plexiglass case, Zim turned to Gir and dragged the stupid droid out of the room.
"Gir, you're supposed to be watching for Dib!" Zim growled, chucking Gir across the room into a chair.
"I like weasels!" Gir squealed, hopping up on the chair back.
"..........NO WEASELS FOR YOU GIR!!" Zim roared.
"Aww...."
Zim was about to step back down the toilet when a crackle of static from his back pod alerted him to an incoming transmition. He extended his view screen from the pod and pressed the "Receive Transmition" icon, and the static cleared to reveal a green feminen face and a pair of virulent blue eyes.
"Zim," hissed a voice all Irkens knew and feared.
"I-I-invader Sar!" Zim stuttered, gasping. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take control of this planet and send you back to Irk 1. Either that or kill you violently and feed you to Tass," Sar said offhandedly, filing her specially-installed finger-claws.
"N-n-no! The Almighty Tallest sent me here! On a special mission! To conquer earth! You can't get rid of me!"
"Of course I can. You have one day to pack up, take your sorry excuse for a Vood Runner back to Irk, and clear all your items off the planet, or I will destroy you. Impending Doom, Zim. Impending Doom..."
Quite suddenly, an orange-eyed S.I.R. unit popped up to the left, waving and squealing, "Leave the cheeeeeese! Leave it, I say!! LEAVE IIIIIIIIT!"
Just as Zim was about to respond, the transmition flickered off, and he was left standing alone in the hallway.
"MY CHEESE!" Gir screamed, clinging to Zim's head.
~*=*~
Sar set her Vood Runner down in a field close to Zim's school, her cloaking device activated, and Tass scanning for human life. The runner swiftly sent cables deep underground and burrowed itself in a steel cube about 5 yards deep, 3 yards wide. A door was set in one side of the steel cube, and it let to a hallway and an elevator that would take Sar to the various parts of her base. The cables burrowed miles deep and miles across, taking a little energy from every house in the city. Even before the cables were finished converting to rooms of the base, doors over the cube slid slowly shut, carrying a piece of camouflaging sod with them.
Sar exited the Vood Runner and, with one mechanical leg, lit the lights in the laboratory base. Smiling evilly to herself, she clicked down the hallway towards the elevator, admiring the metallic tapping noise her legs made on the cool, hard floor. Tass followed, steam-cleaning the hallway and gnawing a piece of cheese, following Sar, humming the doom song softly under his breath.
This is an original Zim fic involving MY INVADER! It's not done yet (Duh.) but keep checking back because, regardless of reviews, I shall continue my story! MUAAA!! (everyone runs in terror) ...anywho... Read! Read it I say! OBEY THE FIST!!
"Well, Red... we've done it again..." Purple muttered irritably as he watched the transmition the two Tallest had received from Zim.
Red turned around in his swivel chair, a slurpee in one hand, a gameboy in the other. "What, you mean eaten all the cheese from the fridge without knowing?"
"...no Red. We sent Zim to a planet, not a void!"
Red spat out his slurpee and stood. "What do you mean, 'not a Void'?? What planet??"
"It's called 'Earth'. It's habitable, too."
"You mean we sent Zim to a potential conquerable planet??"
"...yes."
"...damn."
The almighty Tallest stood for a while, watching Earth spin in its orbit, Red finishing his grape slurpee despondently.
"You know what this means, right?" Purple said after a moment.
"We're screwed?"
"...no. It means, we have to send someone after Zim before he ruins our chances at Earth!"
"Well, who the heck are we supposed to send? All of our best Invaders are already working on Impending Doom 2!"
"Not all, Red. There is one Irken Invader still around..."
Red looked up, horrified, and the empty slurpee cup slid from his shaking hand. "No, not..."
"Invader Sar."
"Are you crazy, Purple?? We can't send Invader Sar!! She's to scary!!"
"What else are we supposed to do?"
"...fine. I'll send for Invader Sar."
Moments after pressing a big, shiny green button labeled "Call Invader Sar", Red and Purple heard a light tapping at their door.
"Come in," Red said cautiously.
The steel door slid open with a mechanical hiss, and a tall, slim figure stepped lightly through it. She was tall for an Irken; only a foot and a half shorter than the Almighty Tallest. Her eyes were a deep, virulent blue, and she wore three earrings through each antenna and numerous gold and silver steel bands around her wrists, ankles, and neck. She walked with a sinuous elegance and a menacing attitude, as if she knew the whole world hated her, and she knew she could kill them all.
"You called?" She spoke in a deadly-quiet voice, almost more of a hiss than a vocalization.
"Yes, Invader Sar. We have a mission for you," Purple said.
"What sort of mission?"
"We need you to stop an idiot Invader named Zim."
"...say no more." Sar promptly turned out the door and began walking away.
"Wait, don't you want to know more??" Red called after her.
"He's on earth, you need me to stop his idiocies, and you want me to conquer the planet. I already know. Tass and I will take care of it," She said in her frightening hiss, the voice carrying down the hallway eerily.
"That went well... I think..." Purple said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
"I think so to. Shall we get back to that backgammon game now?" Red asked, picking a dice cup up off the dashboard.
"Only if you run and get us more slurpees. And bring cheese fries back, too."
~*=*~
Sar plugged a short set of coordinates into the control panel of her modified version 6.0 Vood Runner and sat down on the hard, gray-leather seats beside a small silver robot. The robot turned its silvery head slightly and fixed Sar with a gaze from its glowing, orange eyes. "Off to earth, huh?"
Sar nodded and buckled a strap across her chest. "We're stopping Zim from ruining another Impending Doom."
The S.I.R. unit nodded slightly and turned to face the view panel. Suddenly, he turned around again and said, in a high, panicked voice, "We remembered the cheese, right??"
"...Yes, Tass. I brought plenty of cheese."
"Phew..." Tass sighed. He settled back in the seat, mechanical arms crossed behind his head. Tass, or the T.A.S.S. S.I.R. unit, was a modified version of the intelligence-gathering droid issued to each invader when they were assigned a planet to conquer. Instead of the basic, mass-produced intelligence chip of the S.I.R. unit, however, Tass had a specially-made chip in his circuit board. It included the weapons readouts of every race known to the Irkens, a planet guide for every planet that had ever been mapped, a readout of the strengths and weaknesses of every race recorded, and programs that would make an expert hacker turn pale. As well as this unique chip, Tass was endowed with a distinct personality and advanced decision-making skills. These skills were essential, for Tass possessed a range of weapons with the explosive capacity of a dying sun. A stupid robot could quite possibly wipe out the galaxy with such weaponry.
"Can I sign a song?" He asked as the Vood Runner's engines began revving up.
"No, Tass. Please, just wait until we're out of the docking bay first..." Sar groaned, steering the light, swift ship out from between to massive Irken bombing vessels.
The Vood Runner's twin engine pods rotated slightly, the blue lights flickering brightly from within. A muffled roar exploded from the pods, and the Vood Runner took off like a shot, its sleek design cutting effortlessly through the pseudo-atmosphere surrounding the Irken base. Once the barrier was crossed, Sar slipped the Vood Runner into hyperspace, and she disappeared from the Almighty Tallest's radar.
~*=*~
"Gir! Gir, what are you doing?? That's a classified piece of technology!! Those weasels took me forever to build!" Zim screamed hysterically, dashing up a ramp to a platform where Gir was playing happily with a set of mechanical pig-shaped weasels.
"Aww, I like the weasels!" Gir cried, sniffling as Zim wrenched the weasels out of his hands. After placing the weasels securely in a plexiglass case, Zim turned to Gir and dragged the stupid droid out of the room.
"Gir, you're supposed to be watching for Dib!" Zim growled, chucking Gir across the room into a chair.
"I like weasels!" Gir squealed, hopping up on the chair back.
"..........NO WEASELS FOR YOU GIR!!" Zim roared.
"Aww...."
Zim was about to step back down the toilet when a crackle of static from his back pod alerted him to an incoming transmition. He extended his view screen from the pod and pressed the "Receive Transmition" icon, and the static cleared to reveal a green feminen face and a pair of virulent blue eyes.
"Zim," hissed a voice all Irkens knew and feared.
"I-I-invader Sar!" Zim stuttered, gasping. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take control of this planet and send you back to Irk 1. Either that or kill you violently and feed you to Tass," Sar said offhandedly, filing her specially-installed finger-claws.
"N-n-no! The Almighty Tallest sent me here! On a special mission! To conquer earth! You can't get rid of me!"
"Of course I can. You have one day to pack up, take your sorry excuse for a Vood Runner back to Irk, and clear all your items off the planet, or I will destroy you. Impending Doom, Zim. Impending Doom..."
Quite suddenly, an orange-eyed S.I.R. unit popped up to the left, waving and squealing, "Leave the cheeeeeese! Leave it, I say!! LEAVE IIIIIIIIT!"
Just as Zim was about to respond, the transmition flickered off, and he was left standing alone in the hallway.
"MY CHEESE!" Gir screamed, clinging to Zim's head.
~*=*~
Sar set her Vood Runner down in a field close to Zim's school, her cloaking device activated, and Tass scanning for human life. The runner swiftly sent cables deep underground and burrowed itself in a steel cube about 5 yards deep, 3 yards wide. A door was set in one side of the steel cube, and it let to a hallway and an elevator that would take Sar to the various parts of her base. The cables burrowed miles deep and miles across, taking a little energy from every house in the city. Even before the cables were finished converting to rooms of the base, doors over the cube slid slowly shut, carrying a piece of camouflaging sod with them.
Sar exited the Vood Runner and, with one mechanical leg, lit the lights in the laboratory base. Smiling evilly to herself, she clicked down the hallway towards the elevator, admiring the metallic tapping noise her legs made on the cool, hard floor. Tass followed, steam-cleaning the hallway and gnawing a piece of cheese, following Sar, humming the doom song softly under his breath.
