A/N: Okie! O_o I finished chapter three! Go me!
This one is kind of long...if you want to get anything, don't skim through it @_@ I KNOW YOU DO IT. I CAN SEE YOU. YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT NOW!
Hey, you know that weird-dividing thing I used in Ch.2 with the addition signs? Well, that didn't turn out the way it SHOULD have, so I'm now used regular lines...if that matters..._
Eeei! Irken Insane ( II ) helped me with the first part.. I also must thank Killer Goth Girl again for beta-reading my ficcah @_@
Yay, piccies:
-Wafflecat (me, you silly muffin):
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=172091
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=172087
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=128038
-Killer Goth Girl:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=128038
-Kate Wendt:
http://www.geocities.com/wafflecat2000/kissy.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/wafflecat2000/CatandZimKate.jpg
-Havana Nyguyen
http://www.geocities.com/wafflecat2000/for_waff.jpg
Like I said, e-mail me if you want to draw fan art for the ficcy. If you're too lazy to go to my bio thingy, just e-mail me at wafflecat2000@yahoo.com. THERE O_O Now get yourself a nice tub of poopcorn kernels, and read the ficcah...
Oh yeah! Turn out the lights while reading it...
Disclaimer: All Zim char are (c) Jhonen.... Cat, S.B., and the other folk you don't recognize belong to me!
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S p o o k y, D o o m, S p o o k y!
Ch. 3- Secrets
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Date: The 23rd day of the Year of the King
To: The Department of Sovereignty
From: Commander Taxi
Time is of the essence. I have included the battle charts that Master Gwar has requested for. He also ordered me NOT to look at the documents. I find this a tad bit odd, but he has his reasons. They are rather old documents, so I suggest you handle them with care.
I am also filing in a complaint. I know that this is a very strict operation, but there are many questions that need to be answered. The Training Camps are very unorganized, for we haven't been notified when to start. No official date was decided, and the training has been kept on hold. Please tell us when we are allowed to begin.
LST- I have hid the documents in a new model of the Craftar. Masters' orders.
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Zim growled. It was midnight, had he had just failed another one of his world domination plans. If it just weren't for that Dib monster! How was HE supposed to know that humans were immune to BUTTER?!?
He trudged along the sidewalk, dragging G.I.R. along the way.
"I am completely enraged!" Zim cried out. "I can't let that miserable Dib human prevent me from my mission, G.I.R.!"
G.I.R. squeaked. He was slurping happily on his Poop slushie while looking us at the full moon. He felt a sharp turn as Zim pulled him to the left.
"As soon as I get to the lab, I must check on the laser weasel experiments. The first group developed faster than I thought, so I don't want the latest group to overdevelop."
Zim looked up. He instantly let go of G.I.R. as his mouth widened. G.I.R. cocked his head, and looked up at his master. His face was twitching violently; his antennae bent forward. G.I.R. looked across the street to see a small crowd of curious neighbors standing in front of the Zim's smoldering house. Several people returned back to their own homes while the others lingered around the side before walking away, scratching their heads in much confusion.
Zim blinked. He shook his head, then ran toward his house. He stopped in front of the gateway, taking a closer look at his roof. It was obvious that a large ship had crashed through it, but from what race, it was unknown to him. He backed up a few feet, making sure not to trip over G.I.R.
"There must be some sort of markings on this thing that could tell me..." He trailed off. He rubbed his eyes, making sure his vision wasn't fooling him.
A large, red symbol was on the side of the craft, one that seemed very familiar to Zim.
"That looks like--"
His eyes went wide. He remembered in the Academy when the instructors had shown him pictures of the different kinds of ships to watch out for from planet Melek. There were two specific kinds, and this ship looked very similar to a model. But indeed, it had the Laij-khan symbol of possession printed upon it, so it MUST have been from Melek. He thought about it, screamed, and ran back across the street under a lamppost. G.I.R. followed him and plopped himself down next to the pole.
Zim's mind raced. Certainly, if it was a ship from Melek, a person from Melek must have been PILOTING it; and if a person from Melek had been piloting it, that meant that the person was in his house, and if that person was in his house, it would have certainly known that it belonged to an Irken Invader, then if they had known THAT, they certainly would have already began to steal his information and was creeping around his living room right now, waiting for him to enter through his door and--
"G.I.R.! I want you to go inside and see if you see anything...unusual!" Zim commanded. G.I.R. grinned, and hopped toward the house. He opened the door, and ran in.
Zim tapped his foot on the concrete impatiently, waiting for the robot to return. An hour passed. He began to walk toward the house when G.I.R. ran out screaming. He jumped, and stared at him.
"What happened?!?" He demanded. G.I.R. bounced.
"I made waffles!" He cried, shoving a large waffle into Zim's mouth. He spat them out, and glared.
"Oh yeah! And I found this thingy."
He handed him a small piece of red metal. Zim raised an eye, and inspected it. Weird markings were encrypted in it, glowing in the darkness.
"That's all you saw?"
"Well....," G.I.R. blinked. "I saw a person in the space-thingy!"
"Were they moving?"
"Noooo...," he said in a high pitched voice. He munched on his waffle.
Zim shuddered. He walked into his yard, and stepped onto his porch. Turning the knob with a quick flick of the wrist, he jumped inside, and pinned himself against the wall. The walls were black with dust. Half of the roof had caved in, but he could see clearly in the moonlight the front of the ship. He walked over to the cockpit, and looked down. The shield was cracked right in the middle. Zim carefully pulled off the shield, and leaned into the cockpit.
"What the--"
He reached his hands down, and felt a soft cloth. His fingers ran across a small body; he reached under it, and quickly pulled it out of the cockpit.
"Ooo!" G.I.R. looked down at the figure. It was a small Irken female, a little bit shorter than Zim. Her black uniform was slightly burnt at the end, cutting off at the top of her knees. A small yellow star was sewn onto it in the middle, shining in the moonlight. He looked onto the top of her head too see blood stains on her star-patterned scarf.
"Why would an Irken be flying a ship from Melek...?" He wondered out loud. He set her down onto the living room floor.
The entire vessel was slanted upward through the ceiling, so Zim had to bend over to get his entire body into the cockpit. He was greeted with a tangle of wires and odd-shaped controls. He tried to stand up, but ended up bashing his head onto the metal ceiling.
"Gra--"
Zim lifted his hand. He had hit a round, metal object that was entangled in the jungle of wires. It began to vibrate; Zim backed up at the object fell to the floor.
"Hai!"
Two large, red orbs on the object began to glow. Zim picked it up, climbed out of the cockpit, and held it into the light.
"It's a S.I.R.!"
The S.I.R. jumped out of his grasp, and stood up.
"HEY! Who is you?!?"
Zim blinked. "Who are YOU?!?"
The S.I.R. stared. "I...don't know."
She fell to the ground and sobbed madly. G.I.R. poked her head while twiddling with her transmitter.
"HEY!"
She bit his hand, and ripped his arm out of its socket. G.I.R. cried, and tackled the S.I.R. Zim pried them off each other, and looked back down at the female. He looked over at the aggravated S.I.R.'s. G.I.R. was waving the piece of metal he had found earlier above the other one's head tauntingly.
"I need me chest plate!"
She grabbed it, and smacked it onto her chest. She grinned, and ran over next to Zim.
"I'm going down to my lab to see if I can get your owner back to consciousness. Then YOU can tell me how you two destroyed my house."
He picked up the Irken, and walked into the kitchen. He jumped into the trashcan. The two S.I.R.'s followed, tumbling down the chute along the way.
Zim landed in his chair with a hard THUMP. He winced, and watched the two S.I.R.'s fall onto the hard floor. He set her on a small cot next to him, and looked at her S.I.R.
"Now TELL ME...."
"What?"
"What is your name, and what is your master's name?!"
The S.I.R. looked up at the ceiling as if she was in deep thought.
"My name is.....STRAWBERRY! COOL WIP!"
Zim blinked. "Strawberry Cool Wip?"
"No, you silly muffin! Strawberry!"
Zim blinked once more. "Ohhkeee..."
Strawberry pointed at the cot. "My master's name is Cat!"
Zim looked over at Cat. "Alright. Now tell me....HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?"
Strawberry smiled. "We was on this planet, we escaped, and crashed here!"
Zim's face softened. "Escaped? From planet Melek?"
Strawberry nodded. "Our group-thingy was destroyed, and they kidnapped us! My master wasn't awake, but this person said they had to destroy us because--"
Cat groaned. Zim spun around, and looked at her.
"Cookies! ....Oreos, oh yeah..."
"...Urm..."
"WHAT?" Cat shot up. Her purple eyes were wide with fear. She looked over at Zim's blank face, and screeched.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?"
Zim squinted. "That's what I've been trying to figure out all night."
Cat glared. "You...INVADER! I REFUSE TO BE APART OF THE TWISTED EXPERIMENTS THAT YOU CONDUCT IN YOUR EVIL SECRET LAB! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN PROBE ME, THEN TURN ME IN, YOU ARE INCORRECT! I'LL DIE BEFORE THAT HAPPENS!"
Zim blinked. "Are you done?"
Cat panted, and fell back onto the cot. "Yes. Ah Irk, I think I broke my back."
Zim watched her lay back down. He scanned he body.
"What rank are you?"
She looked to the side. "I'm not apart of the Irken Empire."
Zim recoiled. The only Irkens who weren't apart of the race were outcasts...or space clowns.
"Urrm...maybe we should talk tomorrow."
Cat glared at him rather suspiciously. "Al...right. Thank...yew."
She brought her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes. Zim stared for a moment before turning around to see G.I.R. and Strawberry sleeping on his worktable.
Letting loose a deep sigh, he laid back into his chair, and fell asleep.
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"WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM?!?"
Taxi looked to the side. "I'm not sure."
The Juba Beast screeched.
"If YOU don't find those documents...."
Taxi glared. "Cat must have ESCAPED from you, and taken the Craftar."
The beast glared. It climbed out of the darkness, and carefully took the Irken by the neck.
"I don't ever want you getting cocky ever again. If you do..."
Taxi coughed. "Yes sir."
It let go, and slunk back into the darkness. Taxi rubbed his neck, and walked out of the obscure room in silence.