Here it is! Our first fanfic! It's the story of me, Cas, coming to Earth. Lya's not in it yet, though. She's making her own fanfic, because she comes in a while after I do. Zim and Dib won't come in until the fourth or fifth chapter, sorry!
CHAPTER ONE-- THE FINAL TEST
I stared at the view-screen on my desk. I only had one question left, and it was a hard one. I knew that the answer was inside my brain somewhere, but I couldn't find that information at the moment.
"Come on, Cas." I whispered to myself. "You know who this was. You know who ruined Operation Impending Doom One."
Suddenly, it clicked. It was Zim! He had ruined it by accidently trying to blow up our own planet, Irk. Using my pencil, I scribbled the name "Invader Zim" in the blank space under the question. I was finally done with the test.
I leaned back in my chair and dropped my pencil, dark blue and thin, onto the little metal desk that my test view-screen was on. I wanted to let out a sigh, but other Irkens had not finished the test yet. I instead busied myself with summoning the teacher-bot over to my chair.
"I'm done." I whispered to it, holding up my test. The Teacher-Bot hovered over to me and took the test. It then held it in front of its "eyes" and scanned in my answers.
"Thank you, Cas." It said, before hovering over to Mir, who had also finished her test.
I was closer with Mir than I was with any other Irken, she was the only female in the class other than me. We would sometimes practice for class together.
My name was Cas. Just Cas. I was a female Irken; with big, red eyes and curly antennae. Don't forget my bright green skin and dark blue blood.
Being female Irkens, we were outshone by the males in the class. I always did the best out of anyone else in the class, but it didn't ever matter with all th ignorant male Irkens in the class.
Since the second best Irken in the class was a headstrong male named Hur, he always received the credit that rightfully belonged to me. I despised him for it.
Come to think of it, I hated all Irken males who thought they were better than me; especially the Almighty Tallest. They always acted as if I were a nobody because I was a short female.
As I remembered how short I was, I also remembered how I knew the name Zim so well. He was the shortest Invader in Irken history, and I was often compared to his height. Many an Irken thought I should drop out of the Irken Acadamy because I was so short. Most of them were males as well.
I was shaken out of my thought when the Teacher-Bot took its spot in the front of the platform. The platform that we were taught on was many miles above the face of Irk, so that we weren't interrupted by other Irkens during our lessons.
"The test-time is now over. If I have not yet taken and corrected your test, you must give it to me now!" The Teacher-Bot announced.
Now, I sighed. Hur and a few other Irkens that sat in chairs by him got engaged in a conversation about the test. I looked at them, wearing a look that showed great comtempt.
"QUIET!" The Teacher-Bot shouted, then numbers and letters started flying across the screen under its eyes. Every Irken on the platform shut up immediately to watch the Teacher-Bot. It would be telling us if we passed the course or not any minute now.
That's what the test had been. It was a final to show if we had learned enough in Invader School to become a real Invader. I knew that I should pass the course; the only question I had to think about was the last one.
"Here are the scores; from the highest to the lowest. Remember, only the highest five scorers will be able to take part in Operation Impending Doom Two." The Teacher-Bot announced. "The rest of you are not going to take part in anything until the next doom operation."
I humphed. Out of the sixty or Irkens in the class, only five of us would actually become Invaders for this big operation. I knew that Hur would be allowed to join in
Everyone in the class watched the Teacher-Bot eagerly. Finally, it announced: "The highest scorer is Cas, with One-Hundred percent."
Hur, who was preparing to accept the recognition of the highest scorer, gave me a glare stronger than any he had given me before. I tried to ignore him, and I also tried to mask my triumph.
"The second-highest scorer in the class is Hur, with a score of Ninety-Eight percent. You missed the last question, Hur, it was Zim that ruined Operation Impending Doom One" The Teacher-Bot announced.
I looked over at Hur. The look on his face became even more sour. He glared at the Teacher-Bot with fury beyond anything I had ever seen. It was almost as if he wanted to attack the bot until it gave him the best score.
By now, the Teacher-Bot had announced the other three that would parttake in the current mission. I didn't hear the rest of the names and scores, but I did see three other Irkens with triumphant looks on their faces. Neither of them were Mir.
I felt a sickening lurch in my Squeedly Spooch as the platform started to slowly descend towards the ground of Irk. This signalled that today's lesson was over and it was time for us to return to our home-bases. I got off my chair and folded it into a small carrying case, then put my metal screen and pencil inside.
I walked over to where Mir was folding up her own chair and looked at her.
She sensed my presence and said, without looking up, "Congratulations, I guess. I'll be spending the dark season on Irk. Again. Might as well take the course over again."
It then struck me that this had only been my first year in this class, while many of the other Irkens here had been here for many light and dark seasons. For the first time in my twenty-four seasons on Irk, I felt sympathetic towards another Irken.
"You'll get to join some big plot next season." I said to Mir.
"Ha. I doubt it." She said. "I've already been through this course for five seasons. You are going to be a good Invader, do you have any ancestors that were Invaders?"
I shrugged. I had never bothered to even find out who my parents were. They had never known me, and they never would. "I never looked up my ancestry."
"Most Irkens haven't." Mir replied simply. I felt the platform hit the ground and saw other Irkens, that had been going about their daily business, watching us. "Well, see you later. Maybe they'll give you an important planet?"
"We'll see." I said to her, jumping off the side of the platform and heading in the direction of my lot of land.
The platform had landed, as usual, in a room inside the main laboratory of Irk. Every Irken had a laboratory on their land, but this is the only one that provided the newest technological information and jobs for the major population of Irk. It also took up a lot of space on Irk's surface.
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I have up to chapter five written, so they'll be up real soon. If you bothered to read this, please review. Flames accepted.
CHAPTER ONE-- THE FINAL TEST
I stared at the view-screen on my desk. I only had one question left, and it was a hard one. I knew that the answer was inside my brain somewhere, but I couldn't find that information at the moment.
"Come on, Cas." I whispered to myself. "You know who this was. You know who ruined Operation Impending Doom One."
Suddenly, it clicked. It was Zim! He had ruined it by accidently trying to blow up our own planet, Irk. Using my pencil, I scribbled the name "Invader Zim" in the blank space under the question. I was finally done with the test.
I leaned back in my chair and dropped my pencil, dark blue and thin, onto the little metal desk that my test view-screen was on. I wanted to let out a sigh, but other Irkens had not finished the test yet. I instead busied myself with summoning the teacher-bot over to my chair.
"I'm done." I whispered to it, holding up my test. The Teacher-Bot hovered over to me and took the test. It then held it in front of its "eyes" and scanned in my answers.
"Thank you, Cas." It said, before hovering over to Mir, who had also finished her test.
I was closer with Mir than I was with any other Irken, she was the only female in the class other than me. We would sometimes practice for class together.
My name was Cas. Just Cas. I was a female Irken; with big, red eyes and curly antennae. Don't forget my bright green skin and dark blue blood.
Being female Irkens, we were outshone by the males in the class. I always did the best out of anyone else in the class, but it didn't ever matter with all th ignorant male Irkens in the class.
Since the second best Irken in the class was a headstrong male named Hur, he always received the credit that rightfully belonged to me. I despised him for it.
Come to think of it, I hated all Irken males who thought they were better than me; especially the Almighty Tallest. They always acted as if I were a nobody because I was a short female.
As I remembered how short I was, I also remembered how I knew the name Zim so well. He was the shortest Invader in Irken history, and I was often compared to his height. Many an Irken thought I should drop out of the Irken Acadamy because I was so short. Most of them were males as well.
I was shaken out of my thought when the Teacher-Bot took its spot in the front of the platform. The platform that we were taught on was many miles above the face of Irk, so that we weren't interrupted by other Irkens during our lessons.
"The test-time is now over. If I have not yet taken and corrected your test, you must give it to me now!" The Teacher-Bot announced.
Now, I sighed. Hur and a few other Irkens that sat in chairs by him got engaged in a conversation about the test. I looked at them, wearing a look that showed great comtempt.
"QUIET!" The Teacher-Bot shouted, then numbers and letters started flying across the screen under its eyes. Every Irken on the platform shut up immediately to watch the Teacher-Bot. It would be telling us if we passed the course or not any minute now.
That's what the test had been. It was a final to show if we had learned enough in Invader School to become a real Invader. I knew that I should pass the course; the only question I had to think about was the last one.
"Here are the scores; from the highest to the lowest. Remember, only the highest five scorers will be able to take part in Operation Impending Doom Two." The Teacher-Bot announced. "The rest of you are not going to take part in anything until the next doom operation."
I humphed. Out of the sixty or Irkens in the class, only five of us would actually become Invaders for this big operation. I knew that Hur would be allowed to join in
Everyone in the class watched the Teacher-Bot eagerly. Finally, it announced: "The highest scorer is Cas, with One-Hundred percent."
Hur, who was preparing to accept the recognition of the highest scorer, gave me a glare stronger than any he had given me before. I tried to ignore him, and I also tried to mask my triumph.
"The second-highest scorer in the class is Hur, with a score of Ninety-Eight percent. You missed the last question, Hur, it was Zim that ruined Operation Impending Doom One" The Teacher-Bot announced.
I looked over at Hur. The look on his face became even more sour. He glared at the Teacher-Bot with fury beyond anything I had ever seen. It was almost as if he wanted to attack the bot until it gave him the best score.
By now, the Teacher-Bot had announced the other three that would parttake in the current mission. I didn't hear the rest of the names and scores, but I did see three other Irkens with triumphant looks on their faces. Neither of them were Mir.
I felt a sickening lurch in my Squeedly Spooch as the platform started to slowly descend towards the ground of Irk. This signalled that today's lesson was over and it was time for us to return to our home-bases. I got off my chair and folded it into a small carrying case, then put my metal screen and pencil inside.
I walked over to where Mir was folding up her own chair and looked at her.
She sensed my presence and said, without looking up, "Congratulations, I guess. I'll be spending the dark season on Irk. Again. Might as well take the course over again."
It then struck me that this had only been my first year in this class, while many of the other Irkens here had been here for many light and dark seasons. For the first time in my twenty-four seasons on Irk, I felt sympathetic towards another Irken.
"You'll get to join some big plot next season." I said to Mir.
"Ha. I doubt it." She said. "I've already been through this course for five seasons. You are going to be a good Invader, do you have any ancestors that were Invaders?"
I shrugged. I had never bothered to even find out who my parents were. They had never known me, and they never would. "I never looked up my ancestry."
"Most Irkens haven't." Mir replied simply. I felt the platform hit the ground and saw other Irkens, that had been going about their daily business, watching us. "Well, see you later. Maybe they'll give you an important planet?"
"We'll see." I said to her, jumping off the side of the platform and heading in the direction of my lot of land.
The platform had landed, as usual, in a room inside the main laboratory of Irk. Every Irken had a laboratory on their land, but this is the only one that provided the newest technological information and jobs for the major population of Irk. It also took up a lot of space on Irk's surface.
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I have up to chapter five written, so they'll be up real soon. If you bothered to read this, please review. Flames accepted.
