pureVENOM: Hiya!! Yaaay, I got Ashton in Star Ocean 2! He's so kewl!
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Chapitre Vingt-trois: Hey, That's Scoodge!
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I try and try to remember things from my past. My past life, actually. After several minutes of
careful reminiscing, I can almost see something with my mind's eye. But, when I try to grasp the
picture, to see it more clearly and in detail, it falls apart, and I am left with nothing again.
Dea sat with her elbow on her knee, and her chin on her hand.
"What a miserable anima the dead have," she grumbled almost silently.
"What's wrong, Dea?" asked the Dib, concerned. His friend seemed lost in thought, sitting upon
the skool bench in the afterskool sunlight.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing much," she responded honestly.
Fausta kicked her legs rapidly, upon the far edge of the bench away from Dea. "I cannot believe
you STILL don't know she's Lilith!"
"Why else would she have jumped into our performance and spout about dooming us all!?" questioned
Zim, shanking an angry fist.
Dea smirked evilly at the two and gave an innocent look to Dib.
Dib snorted. "Look, she SAVED our song, that's all. You two should be a LITTLE more thankful, you
know."
"Oh, it's alright, really. I don't mind. I understand entirely how they feel." Dea picked a loose
thread of her pale green tunic. Annoyingly, it did not snap until it had pulled out to about five
inches.
"Whatever."
Fausta twisted her mouth in a middle-feeling expression. "Hey, how come Tak doesn't hang out with
us more?"
"Why SHOULD she, Wing-beast?" growled Zim.
"Dunno. I guess it's 'cause we're like the outcasts on Earth or something." She stretched her
wings nervously. Dea was very spooky, even when she wasn't trying to be.
"Similarites may bring people together, but it cannot erase your strifes nor differences, you
know," Dea commented.
"Aw, so you think Tak's always gonna hate us?" she questioned.
"Of course."
"Gee, what a nice answer."
"Yes."
Fausta frowned at the poltergeist.
"In any case, I guess I'm off. Don't know why I don't just stay here a little longer, though.
It's not like I can get home or anything. I guess I just feel kind of uncomfortable sitting with
all my doomful rivals and such around me."
"Poor you," Dea sympathized sacastically.
"Ah, be quiet, ghostie."
"Hmph."
Dib looked about, at Zim and Dea. "So! Who's up for a game of three-way tic tac toe??"
*** Hours later, in Dib's front lawn
Anyway, it's about evening time now, and Dib's pointing out to Dea various constellations, the
places where he's noted strange spacial activity, different planets, where he believed Irk was,
and all that stuff.
Dea peered through the telescope, listening intently. The black blanket of space littered with
sparkling dots was very familiar-feeling to her, and she vastly enjoyed it, and looked all about
the darkening sky. Such a powerful scope.
She noted a bright white dot heading towards them at a very high speed.
"What is this, Dib? I don't think it's a meteorite."
"Meteorite?" Dib glanced through the telescope as Dea moved aside.
"Holy kiwis!! It's a spacecraft!! And it's coming straight towards Earth!"
"Oh? You seem so excited. Aren't you used to this kind of thing by now?"
"Ah, well. I'm just wondering who this person could be. I don't think this is any Human craft."
The Dib, busily adjusted the knobs on the scope, trying to get a better view of the small ship.
"Is there something wrong, Dib? You seem rather nervous. I'm sure there's nothing of any
significant danger in the thing," Dea commented, thinking the ship tiny, alone, and harmless.
Dib was quiet for a moment. Then, "Well... Gaz, my sister. She told me that someone new would
land on Earth this summer."
"Summer, huh? Well, there's only one day of skool left until break, so I suppose it's rather
convenient time?" asked the green-clad poltergeist.
"But, she also implied that he'd be not-as-stupid as Zim. He could be rather threatening, you
know?"
Dea shrugged. "Alright. So where do you think he'll land?"
"I'm calculating that right now. Hm... I thinking somewhere within two miles from here," replied
the Dib.
"Amazing."
The Human sighed. "I've had way too many weird coincidences in my life."
"Like your life's being written out by some demented being, huh?" asked his friend.
"Ugh. I don't know... But that's sort of a discouraging thought."
"Sorry."
*** Zimmy's base!
The Irken was working hard on attempting to pinpoint where the craft, actually a spacial
trashcan, was going to hit. The computer had detected an Irken lifeform within it, but could not
identify exactly who it was.
"ARGH!! Who is this, riding in a spacial trash receptical!?" Zim glowered at the computer screen.
GIR hopped up giddily. "Hehe, Master! Lookit what I'm doing!!" The SIR was spinning around on his
antenna and making a lot of excess noises of happiness.
Zim shook his head. "Not now, GIR! I'm very busy! It seems Earth is about to have a new visitor."
"OOOOOH!!" GIR oohed. "Waz the visitor like!?"
"I don't know, GIR. Why don't you go and.. play upstairs or something? You're distracting me."
"OKIE!!" the little robot cried as he sped off.
The Irken sighed. "Now... AGH!! WHAT THE!?" He looked down at his belly, where GIR was latched
around him.
"GIR! Release me at once! What are you doing!!"
The SIR tightened his hug, making his Master squeak. GIR giggled at this. "I'sa hugging you,
Master!!"
"Why!? I did not ask for a HUG!"
"But you neeeeeed one!!"
"I do NOT require such silly and trivial unmaterial things!"
"But you're always working, and that Dib, and Tenn, and Tak, and people are so mean to you! You
wanna taquito, Master?? I wanna taquito!! Hug-lacks are bad for you!" squealed GIR in response.
"GIR... I'm not hungry. Go and eat a taquito with your moose, alright?"
The SIR hopped away with a squeek, and complied, to fill his steel stomach.
*** A random street not too far away
"Yow! A craft-thing! It's gonna hit! Duck and cover! Tortoise and split, et cetera!" cried Fausta
as she leapt over behind a large oak tree.
The spacial trash receptical hit the ground with a resonating 'TING!!', and lots of clods o'
dirt, metal, and such eruption from the point of impact.
"Yargh. Heh, the Humans are gonna have a great time filling in that little crater."
The Wing stepped nimbly up to the trashcraft, and gasped as someone groaned and shoved away the
steaming scraps of metal.
"Uhhh..." A rather short and squat Irken with a tattered and stained uniform popped up. He rubbed
his probably very aching head, and glanced at Fausta.
"Huh, a Wing? Just what planet am I standing on?"
"Earth, Irken. Say, are you alright? That was a poor landing. You must be tired or something!
Hey, why are you here? Why are in a trashcan? Why do you wanna be on EARTH?? It's a lousy planet,
I tells ya."
Her eyes widened and became very evil-looking.
"And this planet's MINE! ALL MINE!! I have enough competition as it is!! YOU KEEP YOUR INVADING
SKILLS AWAY!!!"
The Irken cringed. "Uh huh. Well... In any case, I am Scoodge. I don't have any intention on
conquering this planet, good Onyx Wing!"
".... Oh. Okay."
"Competition, huh? By whom, may I ask?" questioned Scoodge, smoothing out his uniform.
"Ah, some duo of Irkens, Tak and Zim. Maybe you know them. Apparenly, Tak used to be some soldier
hotshot, and Zim's an infamous troublemaker. And he still hasn't changed. Also, there's this
meddling Human who pops up all the time."
Fausta shrugged.
Scoodge nodded. "Ah. Well, that's interesting. I came here looking for ZIM, you know."
"Really?? Whatever for? He ruined your life too??"
The Irken twitched an antenna a bit. "Hm, he does have affect on those around him, doesn't he?"
The Wing nodded. "Oh, yes. Doomful fellow. Heh. Isn't it amazing how we all come together like
this? What a small universe we live in."
"Mm. So, I assume you know the coordinates of his base?"
"Ah, just head down this street 'til you get the the grocery store, take a left, and keep going,
and you'll find a tall, skinny, flourescent violet and green house. You can't miss it!"
"Oh, thank you." Scoodge began to start off, but then stopped.
"Say, do you have any idea where I could set up a small, temporary quarters of my own, Onyx
Wing?"
"Ah, anywhere's just fine, I guess. Earthen society and stuff's pretty desultory, ya know."
"Understood. You have my gratitude." The Irken pulled out one of those little devices, sketched
a quick picture, put it in the middle of the street, and ran off the side with the Wing as it
erupted into a seemingly one-story, small sized military-looking building.
There were probably floors below ground level. The building was light grey, and very squarish.
A few smallish windows, and unfriendly-looking towering weapons were about the building here and
there.
"Ooh. Nice job. You do lots of engineering art work? Fast, simple, and effective," the Wing
complimented.
"I've had my share of experience. Hoo-hah!" said Scoodge victoriously.
"Alrighty. Well, I guess I'll be going now." The Wing tilted her head to the side, and walked
away, while calling out a warning. "Though I suggest you don't get mixed up with Zim. He's a
living hazard to everyone around him, including himself. Beware!"
Fausta felt rather happy, in a gloomy sort of way. "What a polite Irken that Scoodge is."
*** along some nearby street
Dib panted as he ran. Whew! What a run! Had... to.. get...to.. crash/landing site..!
Dea had chosen not to come along. She was rather exhausted from the day. The warmth of sunlight
was pleasant, but tiring, she noticed.
Dib paused, as he surveyed the new alien base, freshly set-up, in the middle of the road. Huh.
His brown eyes caught sight of a new Irken, who was busily doing something to some alien vehicle.
Dib shuddered mentally. So many aliens...
The Human began to whistle casually and walked up, in spite of the many guard lasers around.
"So! What's up?? Just moved here, huh? You look like you're not from around here!"
And that was putting it lightly. I mean, a being with antennae, green skin, and a pink uniform
just probably isn't from Center City.
"I suppose you could say that. Although, I'm not planning on staying here for long. I just have
a ...HAZARD to dispose of, and then I'll just grab a cruiser and be off."
"Oh?" Dib put his hands in his pockets. "Well, what might this 'hazard' be??"
Scoodge sighed. "No one you's know of, Earthling. Why do you interrogate me so? Is this standard
Earth behavior for greeting new ones?"
"Um, ah.. yes! Hm, I didn't think Irkens would know the term 'Earthling'. I've always heard them
say 'Earthenoid'."
"Huh? So you know of the Irkens?"
"Wha- Um, sort of!" Dib gave a dopely smile, trying to feign partial ignorance of the Irken race.
"Then you must be that Human the Onyx Wing spoke of."
"Wing?? You mean Fausta??"
Scoodge shrugged slightly. "I know only her rank, not name. Leave here, please. I'm very occupied
with preparations at the moment."
"Wait. This hazard wouldn't be Earth, would it?" Dib questioned, in concern for his planet.
Scoodge scoffed. "Earth?? Hah, you jest! This feeble, spherical mound of dirt could never pose a
threat to anyone."
"Well, then what is it?"
"A fellow Irken called ZIM."
"Zim!?" Dib becomes very amicable all of a sudden. "Hey, if you need help in any way, to get rid
of ZIM, just let me know!"
"I'll not need any assistance, thank you, sir."
"Wait a second."
Tak and her SIR MeMi, very suddenly popped into view from somewhere. I tells ya, if that Irken
had the mind to, she'd make a great magician!
"Scoodge, eh?"
Scoodge looked up in surprise, and the two former invaders exchanged familiar glances.
"Pleasure to see you again, soldier." Tak saluted.
Scoodge saluted in return.
"Indeed, it is nice to see an old face. Ah, TAK, how have you been all these years?"
"In any case, I've much to do since MeMi's been offline for so long. But I warn you, soldier. Zim
is MINE to doom." Tak smirked and ran off, in her very fast Tak-like way.
"We'll see about that. Hoo-hah! I can beat that old soldier to the dooming; no problem!" said a
haughty Scoodge.
"What, so you two are on a race to destroy Zim now, or something?" asked Dib.
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Um.. well, no, I guess. But it seems like really a LOT of Irkens are out for his head, you
know?" explained the Dib. "Those.. tall.. guys. You, Tak, Tenn, and even me. But I guess he does
deserve it?"
"Yes, he does. You'd be surprised how many more of us are out there." Scoodge, then shooed the
Human away with a gloved hand.
"Go, go, now. Can't you see I'm very busy? Doomin' time! Hoo-hah!"
"Okie, bye then!"
*** Zim's base
"Ahh... Master, I think you should take a look at this," warned the computer in a nervous voice,
showing a split screen. One half displayed Tak, who was cruising in a Voot vehicle, with a stern
yet glad smirk set across her hologrammed Human face.
The other half showed Scoodge fiddling with a big, threatening-seeming rocket-thingie. A picture
of Zim's face was painted on the side, with a fat red X through it.
"What? Whaat?? What is it??" questioned Zim distractedly, as he was trying finish up a mongoose-
powered laser of unspeakable horrors.
"Uhh, just.. just look, okay, Master?"
"Oh, alright--" He glanced at the computer screen.
T_T "You could've made it sound a bit more urgent, you know."
"I guess..."
Time for panicking.
"OH, BY THE NAME OF IRK!! That's SCOODGE! Last I saw him, he was on Hobo 13. Wow, THAT brings
back some memories." The Irken, seemed to have forgotten all about panicking.
"Huh? What's with that foooolish-looking missile?" And he was now set upon insulting his foes.
"That would neeever even begin to SCRATCH my beautiful base!"
"Actually, Master, I ran a scan on the weapon, and it has the power to blow out about 54.784
percent of the planet."
" 'ABOUT', huh?" repeated Zim, narrowing his crimson eyes.
"Ah, yeah, about."
"Hehehehe!! Are Tak and the new Irk-guy going to visit you, Master??" giggled GIR, oblivious to
the oncoming doom and stuff.
"..." Zim used all the power in his MIGHTY BRAIN to think of what to do next. "Computer! Prepare
the Voot Cruiser. I'll take care of all our problems personally."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?? I don't think--"
"Pessimistic, insubordinate contraption!! OBEY ME!!"
"Okay, okay.. sheesh..."
The computer promptly had the Voot up and ready. Humming with energy, just beggin' for usage and
doomage.
Zim, all kewl and militarian-like, motions to GIR, and they both hop into the Voot.
And as the vehicle sped off, through the opening violet roof, there was a high-pitched squeal.
"Whee hee heeeee!! Doooom!"
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Valete, omnes!
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Chapitre Vingt-trois: Hey, That's Scoodge!
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I try and try to remember things from my past. My past life, actually. After several minutes of
careful reminiscing, I can almost see something with my mind's eye. But, when I try to grasp the
picture, to see it more clearly and in detail, it falls apart, and I am left with nothing again.
Dea sat with her elbow on her knee, and her chin on her hand.
"What a miserable anima the dead have," she grumbled almost silently.
"What's wrong, Dea?" asked the Dib, concerned. His friend seemed lost in thought, sitting upon
the skool bench in the afterskool sunlight.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing much," she responded honestly.
Fausta kicked her legs rapidly, upon the far edge of the bench away from Dea. "I cannot believe
you STILL don't know she's Lilith!"
"Why else would she have jumped into our performance and spout about dooming us all!?" questioned
Zim, shanking an angry fist.
Dea smirked evilly at the two and gave an innocent look to Dib.
Dib snorted. "Look, she SAVED our song, that's all. You two should be a LITTLE more thankful, you
know."
"Oh, it's alright, really. I don't mind. I understand entirely how they feel." Dea picked a loose
thread of her pale green tunic. Annoyingly, it did not snap until it had pulled out to about five
inches.
"Whatever."
Fausta twisted her mouth in a middle-feeling expression. "Hey, how come Tak doesn't hang out with
us more?"
"Why SHOULD she, Wing-beast?" growled Zim.
"Dunno. I guess it's 'cause we're like the outcasts on Earth or something." She stretched her
wings nervously. Dea was very spooky, even when she wasn't trying to be.
"Similarites may bring people together, but it cannot erase your strifes nor differences, you
know," Dea commented.
"Aw, so you think Tak's always gonna hate us?" she questioned.
"Of course."
"Gee, what a nice answer."
"Yes."
Fausta frowned at the poltergeist.
"In any case, I guess I'm off. Don't know why I don't just stay here a little longer, though.
It's not like I can get home or anything. I guess I just feel kind of uncomfortable sitting with
all my doomful rivals and such around me."
"Poor you," Dea sympathized sacastically.
"Ah, be quiet, ghostie."
"Hmph."
Dib looked about, at Zim and Dea. "So! Who's up for a game of three-way tic tac toe??"
*** Hours later, in Dib's front lawn
Anyway, it's about evening time now, and Dib's pointing out to Dea various constellations, the
places where he's noted strange spacial activity, different planets, where he believed Irk was,
and all that stuff.
Dea peered through the telescope, listening intently. The black blanket of space littered with
sparkling dots was very familiar-feeling to her, and she vastly enjoyed it, and looked all about
the darkening sky. Such a powerful scope.
She noted a bright white dot heading towards them at a very high speed.
"What is this, Dib? I don't think it's a meteorite."
"Meteorite?" Dib glanced through the telescope as Dea moved aside.
"Holy kiwis!! It's a spacecraft!! And it's coming straight towards Earth!"
"Oh? You seem so excited. Aren't you used to this kind of thing by now?"
"Ah, well. I'm just wondering who this person could be. I don't think this is any Human craft."
The Dib, busily adjusted the knobs on the scope, trying to get a better view of the small ship.
"Is there something wrong, Dib? You seem rather nervous. I'm sure there's nothing of any
significant danger in the thing," Dea commented, thinking the ship tiny, alone, and harmless.
Dib was quiet for a moment. Then, "Well... Gaz, my sister. She told me that someone new would
land on Earth this summer."
"Summer, huh? Well, there's only one day of skool left until break, so I suppose it's rather
convenient time?" asked the green-clad poltergeist.
"But, she also implied that he'd be not-as-stupid as Zim. He could be rather threatening, you
know?"
Dea shrugged. "Alright. So where do you think he'll land?"
"I'm calculating that right now. Hm... I thinking somewhere within two miles from here," replied
the Dib.
"Amazing."
The Human sighed. "I've had way too many weird coincidences in my life."
"Like your life's being written out by some demented being, huh?" asked his friend.
"Ugh. I don't know... But that's sort of a discouraging thought."
"Sorry."
*** Zimmy's base!
The Irken was working hard on attempting to pinpoint where the craft, actually a spacial
trashcan, was going to hit. The computer had detected an Irken lifeform within it, but could not
identify exactly who it was.
"ARGH!! Who is this, riding in a spacial trash receptical!?" Zim glowered at the computer screen.
GIR hopped up giddily. "Hehe, Master! Lookit what I'm doing!!" The SIR was spinning around on his
antenna and making a lot of excess noises of happiness.
Zim shook his head. "Not now, GIR! I'm very busy! It seems Earth is about to have a new visitor."
"OOOOOH!!" GIR oohed. "Waz the visitor like!?"
"I don't know, GIR. Why don't you go and.. play upstairs or something? You're distracting me."
"OKIE!!" the little robot cried as he sped off.
The Irken sighed. "Now... AGH!! WHAT THE!?" He looked down at his belly, where GIR was latched
around him.
"GIR! Release me at once! What are you doing!!"
The SIR tightened his hug, making his Master squeak. GIR giggled at this. "I'sa hugging you,
Master!!"
"Why!? I did not ask for a HUG!"
"But you neeeeeed one!!"
"I do NOT require such silly and trivial unmaterial things!"
"But you're always working, and that Dib, and Tenn, and Tak, and people are so mean to you! You
wanna taquito, Master?? I wanna taquito!! Hug-lacks are bad for you!" squealed GIR in response.
"GIR... I'm not hungry. Go and eat a taquito with your moose, alright?"
The SIR hopped away with a squeek, and complied, to fill his steel stomach.
*** A random street not too far away
"Yow! A craft-thing! It's gonna hit! Duck and cover! Tortoise and split, et cetera!" cried Fausta
as she leapt over behind a large oak tree.
The spacial trash receptical hit the ground with a resonating 'TING!!', and lots of clods o'
dirt, metal, and such eruption from the point of impact.
"Yargh. Heh, the Humans are gonna have a great time filling in that little crater."
The Wing stepped nimbly up to the trashcraft, and gasped as someone groaned and shoved away the
steaming scraps of metal.
"Uhhh..." A rather short and squat Irken with a tattered and stained uniform popped up. He rubbed
his probably very aching head, and glanced at Fausta.
"Huh, a Wing? Just what planet am I standing on?"
"Earth, Irken. Say, are you alright? That was a poor landing. You must be tired or something!
Hey, why are you here? Why are in a trashcan? Why do you wanna be on EARTH?? It's a lousy planet,
I tells ya."
Her eyes widened and became very evil-looking.
"And this planet's MINE! ALL MINE!! I have enough competition as it is!! YOU KEEP YOUR INVADING
SKILLS AWAY!!!"
The Irken cringed. "Uh huh. Well... In any case, I am Scoodge. I don't have any intention on
conquering this planet, good Onyx Wing!"
".... Oh. Okay."
"Competition, huh? By whom, may I ask?" questioned Scoodge, smoothing out his uniform.
"Ah, some duo of Irkens, Tak and Zim. Maybe you know them. Apparenly, Tak used to be some soldier
hotshot, and Zim's an infamous troublemaker. And he still hasn't changed. Also, there's this
meddling Human who pops up all the time."
Fausta shrugged.
Scoodge nodded. "Ah. Well, that's interesting. I came here looking for ZIM, you know."
"Really?? Whatever for? He ruined your life too??"
The Irken twitched an antenna a bit. "Hm, he does have affect on those around him, doesn't he?"
The Wing nodded. "Oh, yes. Doomful fellow. Heh. Isn't it amazing how we all come together like
this? What a small universe we live in."
"Mm. So, I assume you know the coordinates of his base?"
"Ah, just head down this street 'til you get the the grocery store, take a left, and keep going,
and you'll find a tall, skinny, flourescent violet and green house. You can't miss it!"
"Oh, thank you." Scoodge began to start off, but then stopped.
"Say, do you have any idea where I could set up a small, temporary quarters of my own, Onyx
Wing?"
"Ah, anywhere's just fine, I guess. Earthen society and stuff's pretty desultory, ya know."
"Understood. You have my gratitude." The Irken pulled out one of those little devices, sketched
a quick picture, put it in the middle of the street, and ran off the side with the Wing as it
erupted into a seemingly one-story, small sized military-looking building.
There were probably floors below ground level. The building was light grey, and very squarish.
A few smallish windows, and unfriendly-looking towering weapons were about the building here and
there.
"Ooh. Nice job. You do lots of engineering art work? Fast, simple, and effective," the Wing
complimented.
"I've had my share of experience. Hoo-hah!" said Scoodge victoriously.
"Alrighty. Well, I guess I'll be going now." The Wing tilted her head to the side, and walked
away, while calling out a warning. "Though I suggest you don't get mixed up with Zim. He's a
living hazard to everyone around him, including himself. Beware!"
Fausta felt rather happy, in a gloomy sort of way. "What a polite Irken that Scoodge is."
*** along some nearby street
Dib panted as he ran. Whew! What a run! Had... to.. get...to.. crash/landing site..!
Dea had chosen not to come along. She was rather exhausted from the day. The warmth of sunlight
was pleasant, but tiring, she noticed.
Dib paused, as he surveyed the new alien base, freshly set-up, in the middle of the road. Huh.
His brown eyes caught sight of a new Irken, who was busily doing something to some alien vehicle.
Dib shuddered mentally. So many aliens...
The Human began to whistle casually and walked up, in spite of the many guard lasers around.
"So! What's up?? Just moved here, huh? You look like you're not from around here!"
And that was putting it lightly. I mean, a being with antennae, green skin, and a pink uniform
just probably isn't from Center City.
"I suppose you could say that. Although, I'm not planning on staying here for long. I just have
a ...HAZARD to dispose of, and then I'll just grab a cruiser and be off."
"Oh?" Dib put his hands in his pockets. "Well, what might this 'hazard' be??"
Scoodge sighed. "No one you's know of, Earthling. Why do you interrogate me so? Is this standard
Earth behavior for greeting new ones?"
"Um, ah.. yes! Hm, I didn't think Irkens would know the term 'Earthling'. I've always heard them
say 'Earthenoid'."
"Huh? So you know of the Irkens?"
"Wha- Um, sort of!" Dib gave a dopely smile, trying to feign partial ignorance of the Irken race.
"Then you must be that Human the Onyx Wing spoke of."
"Wing?? You mean Fausta??"
Scoodge shrugged slightly. "I know only her rank, not name. Leave here, please. I'm very occupied
with preparations at the moment."
"Wait. This hazard wouldn't be Earth, would it?" Dib questioned, in concern for his planet.
Scoodge scoffed. "Earth?? Hah, you jest! This feeble, spherical mound of dirt could never pose a
threat to anyone."
"Well, then what is it?"
"A fellow Irken called ZIM."
"Zim!?" Dib becomes very amicable all of a sudden. "Hey, if you need help in any way, to get rid
of ZIM, just let me know!"
"I'll not need any assistance, thank you, sir."
"Wait a second."
Tak and her SIR MeMi, very suddenly popped into view from somewhere. I tells ya, if that Irken
had the mind to, she'd make a great magician!
"Scoodge, eh?"
Scoodge looked up in surprise, and the two former invaders exchanged familiar glances.
"Pleasure to see you again, soldier." Tak saluted.
Scoodge saluted in return.
"Indeed, it is nice to see an old face. Ah, TAK, how have you been all these years?"
"In any case, I've much to do since MeMi's been offline for so long. But I warn you, soldier. Zim
is MINE to doom." Tak smirked and ran off, in her very fast Tak-like way.
"We'll see about that. Hoo-hah! I can beat that old soldier to the dooming; no problem!" said a
haughty Scoodge.
"What, so you two are on a race to destroy Zim now, or something?" asked Dib.
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Um.. well, no, I guess. But it seems like really a LOT of Irkens are out for his head, you
know?" explained the Dib. "Those.. tall.. guys. You, Tak, Tenn, and even me. But I guess he does
deserve it?"
"Yes, he does. You'd be surprised how many more of us are out there." Scoodge, then shooed the
Human away with a gloved hand.
"Go, go, now. Can't you see I'm very busy? Doomin' time! Hoo-hah!"
"Okie, bye then!"
*** Zim's base
"Ahh... Master, I think you should take a look at this," warned the computer in a nervous voice,
showing a split screen. One half displayed Tak, who was cruising in a Voot vehicle, with a stern
yet glad smirk set across her hologrammed Human face.
The other half showed Scoodge fiddling with a big, threatening-seeming rocket-thingie. A picture
of Zim's face was painted on the side, with a fat red X through it.
"What? Whaat?? What is it??" questioned Zim distractedly, as he was trying finish up a mongoose-
powered laser of unspeakable horrors.
"Uhh, just.. just look, okay, Master?"
"Oh, alright--" He glanced at the computer screen.
T_T "You could've made it sound a bit more urgent, you know."
"I guess..."
Time for panicking.
"OH, BY THE NAME OF IRK!! That's SCOODGE! Last I saw him, he was on Hobo 13. Wow, THAT brings
back some memories." The Irken, seemed to have forgotten all about panicking.
"Huh? What's with that foooolish-looking missile?" And he was now set upon insulting his foes.
"That would neeever even begin to SCRATCH my beautiful base!"
"Actually, Master, I ran a scan on the weapon, and it has the power to blow out about 54.784
percent of the planet."
" 'ABOUT', huh?" repeated Zim, narrowing his crimson eyes.
"Ah, yeah, about."
"Hehehehe!! Are Tak and the new Irk-guy going to visit you, Master??" giggled GIR, oblivious to
the oncoming doom and stuff.
"..." Zim used all the power in his MIGHTY BRAIN to think of what to do next. "Computer! Prepare
the Voot Cruiser. I'll take care of all our problems personally."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?? I don't think--"
"Pessimistic, insubordinate contraption!! OBEY ME!!"
"Okay, okay.. sheesh..."
The computer promptly had the Voot up and ready. Humming with energy, just beggin' for usage and
doomage.
Zim, all kewl and militarian-like, motions to GIR, and they both hop into the Voot.
And as the vehicle sped off, through the opening violet roof, there was a high-pitched squeal.
"Whee hee heeeee!! Doooom!"
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pureVENOM: Whee!! So, how you like? Meow, meow, meow!
Yikes! I LOVE the music in Dark Cloud! Ruby and Xiao are fantastical!
Valete, omnes!