pureVENOM: Well, hopefully this'll work! Usin' a different computer than usual! Ooh! Creepy! The words are SO small!!
Okay, it seems that Lilith has won! Whew! And what a win! Heh, I feel bad for Ferona. I'll give that name to someone else then. *shrug*
Well, read and review, my dear readers!!
Much of this is a lecture on Wings, from Fausta to Dib. He's learning lots today!
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Chapter Five: Project DARK... and Stuff
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Fausta yawned as she stretched her arms. Being cooped up in Hi Skool all day was annoying and made her joints all stiff.
She was used to flying about, and training her fighting abilities. Not sitting in hard seats of several doomy classrooms of sheer boredom. ..Well, Weight Training wasn't that bad. The Wing liked that class. Although she DID cheat a bit in it. She always let a bit of muscle grow on her arms and legs in the class, to show off a bit.
Of course, the fact that she was stronger than almost everyone severely annoyed Zim and Dib, as well as many of the other guys. Fausta grinned. Wing technology was great...
"What are you doing here, Fausta? Planning some EVIL plot to conquer Earth, and kill us?" It was the Dib-mortal.
The Human went to sit a few feet from the Onyx Wing. They were on the sidewalk in front of her Earthen base.
It was a lovely two-story house. Black roof, black walls of what looked like wood, but was probably some HORRIBLE alien material from another planet. There were few windows. And the windows that WERE there were small, and tinted.
"Hey, it IS my house, mortal," the Wing replied disdainfully. "I should ask YOU the same thing." She smiled. "You DO remember what happened the last time you were here, right? Or did the catapult ride jar a few of your inferior mortal braincells?"
Dib scowled. "I remember... But as long as I don't step onto your actual property, you have no right to..." The Human shuddered slightly. "...to catapult me again."
"Ah, true," Fausta agreed. "But I also have no right to go about trying to conquer Earth as well, correct?"
Dib shrugged. He sighed. "Why are so many people so interested in controlling EARTH? I mean, there are thousands and thousands of other planets, right?"
"Yes, but this planet is the one that Zim, and I wish to conquer. And besides, most of this galaxy and the neighboring galaxy's planets are under Irken or Wing control," Fausta replied thoughtfully, glancing at the azure sky.
The Human looked horrified. "Zim's race and your race have gotten THAT far already!?"
Fausta looked at him. "Well, yeah... It's actually not THAT much, compared to the size of the universe, if there IS truly a size to it. It's constantly expanding, you know." She sighed. "You don't think it'll really implode in on itself, do you?"
Dib contemplated this. "I don't know... That's what Ms. Bitters kept telling us in Skool..." The boy shivered, remembering all the "good, ol' days". "But why would you care? Your race isn't REALLY immortal, is it? I mean, that's really um... Wow, you know? And if it is, should you have no problem in controlling this planet??"
"Why do I CARE?" Fausta looked surprised. "Mortal, just THINK of the quintillions upon quintillions of lives that will be extinguished at such a horrid future event!! I may be an 'evil' person, but I'm NOT heartless, as many Wings generally are."
"Ah."
"And as for your question, I think you Humans have a different understanding of the word 'immortal'." The Onyx Wing prepared herself for a little speech. "All Wing Invaders are immortal. We cannot die of things like... illness, old age, poison, blood loss, and such stuff. Also, we have complete control over our cells. If one of our arms is shot off, we can tell it to grow back in seconds."
Dib looked intrigued. "Really?"
"Mm hm. But, other things... Like getting your head lopped off. THAT will kill us. A bullet through the gut most probably would kill you mortals, you know, with all your innards and half-digested food spilling into your body..."
Dib looked a bit green at her words.
She smiled.
"But, such a trivial wound wouldn't even bother a Wing Invader. Isn't my species fascinating?" Fausta tapped her fingers against her Blorchen leather-clad arms.
"Yeah..." Dib was quickly scribbling down notes, which the Wing was not interested in looking at. "...So. Are ALL of your people Invaders?"
The Wing shook her head. "Nope! MOST of us are though, which isn't saying much. Our population is kept low, you know, because of our abilities and stuff. There're only a few thousand of us, and we're keep under careful check. Anyway, about fifteen percent of us are created to be Wing Mercenaries."
She paused, noticing that Dib was shaking his aching hand, and going to jot down more notes.
"The Wing Mercenaries are more physically powerful, but not as educated. Basically, they're the working class. Invaders are taught how to use all kinds of machinery, while Mercenaries are trained with explosives and blades. Blah, blah. This is getting boring." Fausta stood up and brushed her pants legs.
The Human leapt to his feet. "Wait! This is really interesting!!" he cried, still finishing up some writing. "Don't stop now!"
"I'm busy, mortal. Maybe another day."
The Wing stalked away, towards the Center City Park, after setting her back pack upon the front lawn. The computer would bring it into her room later on.
Dib didn't seem to want to leave Fausta alone. "Hey!" he shouted, following after her.
"I wouldn't follow me if I were you, mortal..."
The Human stoped in his tracks to think out that warning. "...Hey! That doesn't make any sense!" He continued to pursue to annoyed Wing. "I know you're just trying to get rid of me 'cause you're off to unleash some horrid plan of yours!!"
Fausta shot him a quick glance. "You know. For once, Human, you're right!"
Dib stopped again and his face fell. He immediately began following her again. "You KNOW I'd never let you do something evil like that!"
The Onyx Wing laughed. "I'd like to see you stop me!!"
Dib shrunk back. He knew he couldn't stop her. He needed help!
Gaz..? Nah, she wouldn't do anything. ...Except probably hurt him. Dad? No, he'd just ignore him.
The Human sighed as he realized what his only source of help could be...
*** Zim's Earthen base
Zim's new base was more normal than before. Dib pouted. He deserved some thanks from the alien! If he hadn't blown uo the plae, Zim never would have made a newer, more normal one like this.
The house was still a luminescent green and violet, but the windows and walls were more Human. Also, the lawn gnomes were now replaced by artificial plants. With long tentacles. They proved to be much harder to evade than the clumsy elven creatures. The 'I heart Earth' sign was replaced with the country's flag, and the puffer-fish and flamingo ornaments were gone.
The Human took a deep breath and headed for the door.
The entrance, which did no longer had is comical bathroom sign, swung open.
"HIIIII!!"
Dib cringed at the shrill voice. He looked at GIR, who was wearing his dog suit and smiling warmly. Well, as warm as a ROBOT could get anyway. "Hi, GIR."
The lil' robot slid out of his disguise, remembering that he didn't need the suit around the Dib-monkey. "You wanna see Master?? He's in his lab!! Follow me!"
As Dib stepped inside, everything began to flash a deep red, and a rather quiet alarm went off.
"INTRUDER ALERT," kept repeating over and over again in the background, as Dib stood nervously by the happy, tuna-slurping GIR.
In a moment, the alarm was off, and a familiar Irken elevated into he room.
"WHAT do you want, stink-beast?" Zim scowled. "Trying to explode my house again?" The Irken crossed his gloved arms and narrowed his ruby eyes, as his antennae flattened against his head in contempt.
"That Wing-girl! She's up to something bad! Someting to conquer Earth! She's gone to the city park, but I can't stop her alone, Zim!" Dib cried. "Help me stop her with all your... alien technology... stuff!"
The Irken faked a laugh. "Ah, the Wing-beast. Hmph! Some defender of Earth you are, Diiiib-stink. She's harmless! What could some INFERIOR, non-Human, filth-creature like HER do with a trained Irken military elite around?"
The Human frowned in protest. "SHE's a trained military elite too, you know! And you don't know if her plans are any good yet, since this is her first attempt at controlling Earth!"
"Leave my base NOW, Human-worm-beast." Zim turned on his heel and headed toward the kitchen. "Computer, remove this filth."
Dib was promptly thrown out of the alien's house, by a small arsenal of metallic, clawed wires.
The Human shook a gloved fist at the glowing building. "Yeah!? Well, when that Wing-person takes over Earth, don't blame meee!! Will ANYONE know how hard I tried to stop you and Fausta!? Huh? HUH!?"
There was a loud "BE QUIET!" from the house, and the Human was hit in the head with a rock-hard waffle. He heard a whiny, "Aww... My waffle!" and rubbed his forehead.
Dib sat up, and hurried back to the Center City Park. He had to do SOMETHING!
*** Back in Zim's base
Zim rubbed his gloved claws together nervously. "Did you hear that, GIR?"
GIR looked up from his empty cupcake wrapper. "Huh? Hear what? I can only hear the voices in my head!"
The Irken narrowed a single crimson eye, and decided to ignore that strange new remark. "The Dib-Human! He says the flappy-Wing-beast is unfurling some insidious plan! This miserable planet is property of ZIM!! Not the Wing-beast's! ZIIIM!!!"
"Uh huuhhh...." GIR nodded as if he understood and went back to sniffling over his eaten cupcake.
"Urgh." Zim shook his head. At least GIR was nice company at times. "Come on, GIR! We're taking the Voot Cruiser for a ride." He motioned his his hand, and his SIR came hurrying after his master.
*** Center City Park-- deep within the parky trees
There was a small clearing towards the center of the park, hidden in the dense amount of trees. It was still reall bright out. It was the afternoon, after all, but the many trees, blocked out most of the light. So it was really creepy and shadowy.
Fausta flapped tiresomely over a large, metallic machine of some sort. It had large, metal tubes, like the ones in the sides of Zim's house, and was making some loud machiney noises.
"Phew! This piece of Irken junk had better work!" the Wing complained, irritated by so much maintainance flying.
"I'll make sure it never works!!"
Dib came rushing up, panting heavily. He wiped at his head. "Just... gimme a few minutes... to rest..."
The Onyx Wing raised a sepia brow and ignored the Human. "It seems to be okay... Hm! I guess I'll start it up then!"
Fausta perched atop a large beam, and typed something quickly into a small panel.
The massive machine hummed to new life, and the huge wires plunged themselves deep into the ground. They sparked and crackled a bit, and little veins of blue electricity ran along the metals.
"Nooo!!" Dib cried, and then began panting again.
"Hmph. This is TOO easy." Fausta flicked her wings in annoyance. "Where's Zim? Isn't he going to try to stop my masterful plan, and heroically save this sad world for his own selfish dreams?"
The exhausted Human frowned. "I TRIED to get him, but he wouldn't--"
Dib was cut off with some loud explosions.
Fausta whirled round, to see Zim, grinning maliciously in his Voot Cruiser, and GIR smiling, waving happily to her.
The Irken had shot at the ground as an introduction to his arrival, and two smoking craters sat near the Wing's machine of doom.
"This sad ball of FILTH is MINE, schizoid Wing-beast. Surrender now and save yourself a painful DOOM by Zim." The Irken narrowed his ruby eyes dangerously.
GIR then hugged his master's head tightly. "HI, KIL!! What's that big machiney-thingy?? Does it make waffles!?"
Fausta smiled as Zim began sputtering and squirming in vain under his SIR's vise-like embrace. The Voot Cruiser did a small loop-da-loop and crashed into the ground.
Zim came out, coughing at the smog coming from his grounded vehicle. "GIR!! Look what you've done!"
Dib would've laughed if the fate of Humanity didn't rely on Zim and his Irken technology.
GIR began spitting out the dirt in his mouth. "Ooh!! Dirt!" The SIR then swallowed the rest. "Mm! Yummy! Tastes like taquitos!"
The Human watching all this just sighed. "So, if we're all doomed anyway, if you don't mind telling us, what does your machine do--"
Zim looked outraged. "This is an IRKEN device!!"
Fausta looked at him, uninterested. "Yeah? So? What do you care? Your despicable people lied to you and left you to rot on this horrible planet. Why does it matter if I steal some inferior Irken machines from some random ship of your people's?"
The Irken looked shocked. "How do you know about all that!?"
The Wing smiled. "Well... Remember Professor Terret??"
Zim didn't like this.
Professor Terret had been the strange scientist who was against leading the autopsy on him, when he'd been taken to some filthy science facility by Dib.
"Yes. I remember the Human-stink-beast. What OF her?"
Fausta looked offended. " 'HUMAN-STINK-BEAST', ZIM?? That 'Human-stink-beast' was ME! Can't you see the resemblence!?" The Wing fluffed her feathers, bothered, and crosed her arms.
"Hey, hey, wait!!!" Dib shouted. "If you're Fausta, AND you're also Terret, just how old ARE you, and what do you REALLY look like!?"
The Onyx Wing looked at Dib as if he were an idiot. Which he WAS. "THIS is my true form," she replied calmly, flicking her wings. "And I'm the same age as you and Zim. ANYWAY... We're getting REALLY off topic, don't you two agree??"
Zim and Dib exchanged glances and nodded.
"Mm hm. So, anyway. This machine IS Irken. I'm only using their HIGHLY..." Fausta watched Zim who seemed to swell up in pride. "...INFERIOR technology..."
Zim's mouth dropped open. The WINGS, THOSE flappy BEASTS, had better technology than IRKENS!? NEVER!
"Because of its PARASITIC qualities." The Wing gestured to one of its large wires implanted in the ground. "It absorbs the electricity from the surround area, to store for its master's... or mistress's will."
"Oh... I see. It kinda looks like those things coming out from the sides of Zim's house," Dib pondered aloud.
"Correct, mortal! It has the same basic principal as those tubes!" Fausta nodded. "You see, I'm planning to absorb the power from this miserable city first. Then, the country, the continent, and finally, the WORLD! With no electricity, your PATHETIC people's so-called societies will CRUMBLE, leaving the world to ME!" The Onyx Wing smirked.
Dib looked up, and saw a park lamp flicker out. "So, what's the plan, Zim??"
The Irken looked around nervously. "HOW SHOULD I KNOW!?" He glared at his dirt-eating SIR. "GIR! DO something!!"
"Okay! I'll do the monkey dance!" the little robot chirped happily. He then began moving his feet around in what he called 'the monkey dance.'
Fausta watched with little amusement, but then held her head, as if in pain. "No! It's KIL again!!" She shuddered as Kil's happy little mindless mind took over.
Dib and Zim brightened up. This just might be thier chance to save Earth!
"Hiiiiiiya, ya three guys!!" Kil piped, flapping around. "GIR! Let's run around them!!"
"Okay!!"
And so, Kil and GIR began running around the two male rivals, as they watched on helplessly.
"GIR! Stop immediately! I COMMAND you to STOP!!" Zim shrieked, as the SIR went slightly off-course and nearly ran him over.
"It's no use!" Dib cried in defeat. "Even AS that IDIOT, Fausta's plan will go on! We can't reach it with them running around us like this!" And as if to demonstrate, he tried to hurry out of the circle, and promptly was trampled by the crazy idiots. "Ow..."
Fausta then seemed to snap out of her stupid other self.
"Alright! I'm back! I'm OKAY!!" She hurried to check the machine. It was functioning properly. "Hm! Within hours, the entire city will be POWERLESS!"
Zim and Dib watched in despair.
Suddenly...
"Hey, what's that!?" Dib pointed at a bright, firey streak in the sky.
Zim looked up at where the Human was pointing. "I... I'm not sure, stink-beast..."
"Hm??" Fausta glared up at the sky to see what the two were babbling about. "That's... a WING vehicle!!"
GIR looked at the bright thing hurtling down towards them with sheer glee.
He was even still smiling when the ship crashed into Fausta's energy-sucking machine of doom, resulting in a large, and painful explosion, that hit everyone around it...
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pureVENOM: Well, I've ben writing for a very long time, and I think I should stop now.
Interesting, no?? I like this chapter, actually. I like the ending of it, where the ship is crashing. Mwa hah! Guess who's in the ship, huh?? Pretty obvious...
Okay, it seems that Lilith has won! Whew! And what a win! Heh, I feel bad for Ferona. I'll give that name to someone else then. *shrug*
Well, read and review, my dear readers!!
Much of this is a lecture on Wings, from Fausta to Dib. He's learning lots today!
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Chapter Five: Project DARK... and Stuff
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Fausta yawned as she stretched her arms. Being cooped up in Hi Skool all day was annoying and made her joints all stiff.
She was used to flying about, and training her fighting abilities. Not sitting in hard seats of several doomy classrooms of sheer boredom. ..Well, Weight Training wasn't that bad. The Wing liked that class. Although she DID cheat a bit in it. She always let a bit of muscle grow on her arms and legs in the class, to show off a bit.
Of course, the fact that she was stronger than almost everyone severely annoyed Zim and Dib, as well as many of the other guys. Fausta grinned. Wing technology was great...
"What are you doing here, Fausta? Planning some EVIL plot to conquer Earth, and kill us?" It was the Dib-mortal.
The Human went to sit a few feet from the Onyx Wing. They were on the sidewalk in front of her Earthen base.
It was a lovely two-story house. Black roof, black walls of what looked like wood, but was probably some HORRIBLE alien material from another planet. There were few windows. And the windows that WERE there were small, and tinted.
"Hey, it IS my house, mortal," the Wing replied disdainfully. "I should ask YOU the same thing." She smiled. "You DO remember what happened the last time you were here, right? Or did the catapult ride jar a few of your inferior mortal braincells?"
Dib scowled. "I remember... But as long as I don't step onto your actual property, you have no right to..." The Human shuddered slightly. "...to catapult me again."
"Ah, true," Fausta agreed. "But I also have no right to go about trying to conquer Earth as well, correct?"
Dib shrugged. He sighed. "Why are so many people so interested in controlling EARTH? I mean, there are thousands and thousands of other planets, right?"
"Yes, but this planet is the one that Zim, and I wish to conquer. And besides, most of this galaxy and the neighboring galaxy's planets are under Irken or Wing control," Fausta replied thoughtfully, glancing at the azure sky.
The Human looked horrified. "Zim's race and your race have gotten THAT far already!?"
Fausta looked at him. "Well, yeah... It's actually not THAT much, compared to the size of the universe, if there IS truly a size to it. It's constantly expanding, you know." She sighed. "You don't think it'll really implode in on itself, do you?"
Dib contemplated this. "I don't know... That's what Ms. Bitters kept telling us in Skool..." The boy shivered, remembering all the "good, ol' days". "But why would you care? Your race isn't REALLY immortal, is it? I mean, that's really um... Wow, you know? And if it is, should you have no problem in controlling this planet??"
"Why do I CARE?" Fausta looked surprised. "Mortal, just THINK of the quintillions upon quintillions of lives that will be extinguished at such a horrid future event!! I may be an 'evil' person, but I'm NOT heartless, as many Wings generally are."
"Ah."
"And as for your question, I think you Humans have a different understanding of the word 'immortal'." The Onyx Wing prepared herself for a little speech. "All Wing Invaders are immortal. We cannot die of things like... illness, old age, poison, blood loss, and such stuff. Also, we have complete control over our cells. If one of our arms is shot off, we can tell it to grow back in seconds."
Dib looked intrigued. "Really?"
"Mm hm. But, other things... Like getting your head lopped off. THAT will kill us. A bullet through the gut most probably would kill you mortals, you know, with all your innards and half-digested food spilling into your body..."
Dib looked a bit green at her words.
She smiled.
"But, such a trivial wound wouldn't even bother a Wing Invader. Isn't my species fascinating?" Fausta tapped her fingers against her Blorchen leather-clad arms.
"Yeah..." Dib was quickly scribbling down notes, which the Wing was not interested in looking at. "...So. Are ALL of your people Invaders?"
The Wing shook her head. "Nope! MOST of us are though, which isn't saying much. Our population is kept low, you know, because of our abilities and stuff. There're only a few thousand of us, and we're keep under careful check. Anyway, about fifteen percent of us are created to be Wing Mercenaries."
She paused, noticing that Dib was shaking his aching hand, and going to jot down more notes.
"The Wing Mercenaries are more physically powerful, but not as educated. Basically, they're the working class. Invaders are taught how to use all kinds of machinery, while Mercenaries are trained with explosives and blades. Blah, blah. This is getting boring." Fausta stood up and brushed her pants legs.
The Human leapt to his feet. "Wait! This is really interesting!!" he cried, still finishing up some writing. "Don't stop now!"
"I'm busy, mortal. Maybe another day."
The Wing stalked away, towards the Center City Park, after setting her back pack upon the front lawn. The computer would bring it into her room later on.
Dib didn't seem to want to leave Fausta alone. "Hey!" he shouted, following after her.
"I wouldn't follow me if I were you, mortal..."
The Human stoped in his tracks to think out that warning. "...Hey! That doesn't make any sense!" He continued to pursue to annoyed Wing. "I know you're just trying to get rid of me 'cause you're off to unleash some horrid plan of yours!!"
Fausta shot him a quick glance. "You know. For once, Human, you're right!"
Dib stopped again and his face fell. He immediately began following her again. "You KNOW I'd never let you do something evil like that!"
The Onyx Wing laughed. "I'd like to see you stop me!!"
Dib shrunk back. He knew he couldn't stop her. He needed help!
Gaz..? Nah, she wouldn't do anything. ...Except probably hurt him. Dad? No, he'd just ignore him.
The Human sighed as he realized what his only source of help could be...
*** Zim's Earthen base
Zim's new base was more normal than before. Dib pouted. He deserved some thanks from the alien! If he hadn't blown uo the plae, Zim never would have made a newer, more normal one like this.
The house was still a luminescent green and violet, but the windows and walls were more Human. Also, the lawn gnomes were now replaced by artificial plants. With long tentacles. They proved to be much harder to evade than the clumsy elven creatures. The 'I heart Earth' sign was replaced with the country's flag, and the puffer-fish and flamingo ornaments were gone.
The Human took a deep breath and headed for the door.
The entrance, which did no longer had is comical bathroom sign, swung open.
"HIIIII!!"
Dib cringed at the shrill voice. He looked at GIR, who was wearing his dog suit and smiling warmly. Well, as warm as a ROBOT could get anyway. "Hi, GIR."
The lil' robot slid out of his disguise, remembering that he didn't need the suit around the Dib-monkey. "You wanna see Master?? He's in his lab!! Follow me!"
As Dib stepped inside, everything began to flash a deep red, and a rather quiet alarm went off.
"INTRUDER ALERT," kept repeating over and over again in the background, as Dib stood nervously by the happy, tuna-slurping GIR.
In a moment, the alarm was off, and a familiar Irken elevated into he room.
"WHAT do you want, stink-beast?" Zim scowled. "Trying to explode my house again?" The Irken crossed his gloved arms and narrowed his ruby eyes, as his antennae flattened against his head in contempt.
"That Wing-girl! She's up to something bad! Someting to conquer Earth! She's gone to the city park, but I can't stop her alone, Zim!" Dib cried. "Help me stop her with all your... alien technology... stuff!"
The Irken faked a laugh. "Ah, the Wing-beast. Hmph! Some defender of Earth you are, Diiiib-stink. She's harmless! What could some INFERIOR, non-Human, filth-creature like HER do with a trained Irken military elite around?"
The Human frowned in protest. "SHE's a trained military elite too, you know! And you don't know if her plans are any good yet, since this is her first attempt at controlling Earth!"
"Leave my base NOW, Human-worm-beast." Zim turned on his heel and headed toward the kitchen. "Computer, remove this filth."
Dib was promptly thrown out of the alien's house, by a small arsenal of metallic, clawed wires.
The Human shook a gloved fist at the glowing building. "Yeah!? Well, when that Wing-person takes over Earth, don't blame meee!! Will ANYONE know how hard I tried to stop you and Fausta!? Huh? HUH!?"
There was a loud "BE QUIET!" from the house, and the Human was hit in the head with a rock-hard waffle. He heard a whiny, "Aww... My waffle!" and rubbed his forehead.
Dib sat up, and hurried back to the Center City Park. He had to do SOMETHING!
*** Back in Zim's base
Zim rubbed his gloved claws together nervously. "Did you hear that, GIR?"
GIR looked up from his empty cupcake wrapper. "Huh? Hear what? I can only hear the voices in my head!"
The Irken narrowed a single crimson eye, and decided to ignore that strange new remark. "The Dib-Human! He says the flappy-Wing-beast is unfurling some insidious plan! This miserable planet is property of ZIM!! Not the Wing-beast's! ZIIIM!!!"
"Uh huuhhh...." GIR nodded as if he understood and went back to sniffling over his eaten cupcake.
"Urgh." Zim shook his head. At least GIR was nice company at times. "Come on, GIR! We're taking the Voot Cruiser for a ride." He motioned his his hand, and his SIR came hurrying after his master.
*** Center City Park-- deep within the parky trees
There was a small clearing towards the center of the park, hidden in the dense amount of trees. It was still reall bright out. It was the afternoon, after all, but the many trees, blocked out most of the light. So it was really creepy and shadowy.
Fausta flapped tiresomely over a large, metallic machine of some sort. It had large, metal tubes, like the ones in the sides of Zim's house, and was making some loud machiney noises.
"Phew! This piece of Irken junk had better work!" the Wing complained, irritated by so much maintainance flying.
"I'll make sure it never works!!"
Dib came rushing up, panting heavily. He wiped at his head. "Just... gimme a few minutes... to rest..."
The Onyx Wing raised a sepia brow and ignored the Human. "It seems to be okay... Hm! I guess I'll start it up then!"
Fausta perched atop a large beam, and typed something quickly into a small panel.
The massive machine hummed to new life, and the huge wires plunged themselves deep into the ground. They sparked and crackled a bit, and little veins of blue electricity ran along the metals.
"Nooo!!" Dib cried, and then began panting again.
"Hmph. This is TOO easy." Fausta flicked her wings in annoyance. "Where's Zim? Isn't he going to try to stop my masterful plan, and heroically save this sad world for his own selfish dreams?"
The exhausted Human frowned. "I TRIED to get him, but he wouldn't--"
Dib was cut off with some loud explosions.
Fausta whirled round, to see Zim, grinning maliciously in his Voot Cruiser, and GIR smiling, waving happily to her.
The Irken had shot at the ground as an introduction to his arrival, and two smoking craters sat near the Wing's machine of doom.
"This sad ball of FILTH is MINE, schizoid Wing-beast. Surrender now and save yourself a painful DOOM by Zim." The Irken narrowed his ruby eyes dangerously.
GIR then hugged his master's head tightly. "HI, KIL!! What's that big machiney-thingy?? Does it make waffles!?"
Fausta smiled as Zim began sputtering and squirming in vain under his SIR's vise-like embrace. The Voot Cruiser did a small loop-da-loop and crashed into the ground.
Zim came out, coughing at the smog coming from his grounded vehicle. "GIR!! Look what you've done!"
Dib would've laughed if the fate of Humanity didn't rely on Zim and his Irken technology.
GIR began spitting out the dirt in his mouth. "Ooh!! Dirt!" The SIR then swallowed the rest. "Mm! Yummy! Tastes like taquitos!"
The Human watching all this just sighed. "So, if we're all doomed anyway, if you don't mind telling us, what does your machine do--"
Zim looked outraged. "This is an IRKEN device!!"
Fausta looked at him, uninterested. "Yeah? So? What do you care? Your despicable people lied to you and left you to rot on this horrible planet. Why does it matter if I steal some inferior Irken machines from some random ship of your people's?"
The Irken looked shocked. "How do you know about all that!?"
The Wing smiled. "Well... Remember Professor Terret??"
Zim didn't like this.
Professor Terret had been the strange scientist who was against leading the autopsy on him, when he'd been taken to some filthy science facility by Dib.
"Yes. I remember the Human-stink-beast. What OF her?"
Fausta looked offended. " 'HUMAN-STINK-BEAST', ZIM?? That 'Human-stink-beast' was ME! Can't you see the resemblence!?" The Wing fluffed her feathers, bothered, and crosed her arms.
"Hey, hey, wait!!!" Dib shouted. "If you're Fausta, AND you're also Terret, just how old ARE you, and what do you REALLY look like!?"
The Onyx Wing looked at Dib as if he were an idiot. Which he WAS. "THIS is my true form," she replied calmly, flicking her wings. "And I'm the same age as you and Zim. ANYWAY... We're getting REALLY off topic, don't you two agree??"
Zim and Dib exchanged glances and nodded.
"Mm hm. So, anyway. This machine IS Irken. I'm only using their HIGHLY..." Fausta watched Zim who seemed to swell up in pride. "...INFERIOR technology..."
Zim's mouth dropped open. The WINGS, THOSE flappy BEASTS, had better technology than IRKENS!? NEVER!
"Because of its PARASITIC qualities." The Wing gestured to one of its large wires implanted in the ground. "It absorbs the electricity from the surround area, to store for its master's... or mistress's will."
"Oh... I see. It kinda looks like those things coming out from the sides of Zim's house," Dib pondered aloud.
"Correct, mortal! It has the same basic principal as those tubes!" Fausta nodded. "You see, I'm planning to absorb the power from this miserable city first. Then, the country, the continent, and finally, the WORLD! With no electricity, your PATHETIC people's so-called societies will CRUMBLE, leaving the world to ME!" The Onyx Wing smirked.
Dib looked up, and saw a park lamp flicker out. "So, what's the plan, Zim??"
The Irken looked around nervously. "HOW SHOULD I KNOW!?" He glared at his dirt-eating SIR. "GIR! DO something!!"
"Okay! I'll do the monkey dance!" the little robot chirped happily. He then began moving his feet around in what he called 'the monkey dance.'
Fausta watched with little amusement, but then held her head, as if in pain. "No! It's KIL again!!" She shuddered as Kil's happy little mindless mind took over.
Dib and Zim brightened up. This just might be thier chance to save Earth!
"Hiiiiiiya, ya three guys!!" Kil piped, flapping around. "GIR! Let's run around them!!"
"Okay!!"
And so, Kil and GIR began running around the two male rivals, as they watched on helplessly.
"GIR! Stop immediately! I COMMAND you to STOP!!" Zim shrieked, as the SIR went slightly off-course and nearly ran him over.
"It's no use!" Dib cried in defeat. "Even AS that IDIOT, Fausta's plan will go on! We can't reach it with them running around us like this!" And as if to demonstrate, he tried to hurry out of the circle, and promptly was trampled by the crazy idiots. "Ow..."
Fausta then seemed to snap out of her stupid other self.
"Alright! I'm back! I'm OKAY!!" She hurried to check the machine. It was functioning properly. "Hm! Within hours, the entire city will be POWERLESS!"
Zim and Dib watched in despair.
Suddenly...
"Hey, what's that!?" Dib pointed at a bright, firey streak in the sky.
Zim looked up at where the Human was pointing. "I... I'm not sure, stink-beast..."
"Hm??" Fausta glared up at the sky to see what the two were babbling about. "That's... a WING vehicle!!"
GIR looked at the bright thing hurtling down towards them with sheer glee.
He was even still smiling when the ship crashed into Fausta's energy-sucking machine of doom, resulting in a large, and painful explosion, that hit everyone around it...
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pureVENOM: Well, I've ben writing for a very long time, and I think I should stop now.
Interesting, no?? I like this chapter, actually. I like the ending of it, where the ship is crashing. Mwa hah! Guess who's in the ship, huh?? Pretty obvious...