Moga: I still don't own Zim. But I think I own every one else in this chapter. Thanks for the reviews, sorry if it is confusing. I'm posting descriptions of other stories in the series on my look-up page. Also, do you think I should make a story to hold bios of all my characters that help move the plot along? There's going to be quite a few of them. Namely a certain team. Now, on to more of the story!

Kacla slupped down in her seat, jiggling the infant sized robot in her lap. His staring red eyes reflecting her insect-like ones. "What?" She questioned the robot irritably. She had been snappy ever since Hajkle disappeared. That was a few months ago. Now Tir was looking for him. Or at least his son. The robot shrugged. Kacla sighed. The young CPU didn't even have a personality yet. She'd have to give him one later.
Kacla stood up suddenly, dropping the robot in the chair. "Alright, 'bot, here's the deal. You're a CPU, Customized Personal Unit. I'm gonna call you Wir. You're going to obey your master once he's old enough. Until then, you listen to me. I'm your Highest Mistress. Your master is just Master, unless he says otherwise. Any siblings he may have are Mini Masters and Mini Mistresses. Hajkle, should you ever find him, is your Highest Master. Got it? Good." Kacla finished her little speech and walk back to the chair. "Move, 'bot." She picked him up and plopped him down next to her chair.

Tir yawned and reclined in her seat. Zim had fallen asleep besides her. About time, too. She hadn't known that smeets had so much energy. Escaping from The Massive had been easier than she had thought. The ships defenses were pathetic and security inside was non-existent. She had expected better from Tallest Miyucki.

Zim pouted as he stared out the window of the small craft. What was this thing that thought it could separate him from his robotic arm? He'd show it.

Thicket had been sitting amongst the rubble. She could not believe that Chao had just LEFT her there. 'I'm probably gonna be here forever' she thought. ''course you are. But, at least I'll be here for you to talk to!' "What!?" Thicket yelped, turning around to find the source of the voice. "Who's there?"
As if to answer her question, the door was blown off it's hinges, a male Irken standing in the door way. "Hey you! Yeah, you! You do this?" Thicket repressed a snicker. "You speak in sentences?" she asked mockingly. "Hey! Don't mock me, I'm a soldier!" He said drawing himself up to his full height. "Than I may as well be the tallest. Who would hire you?" "What is this? Are you defective or something? I've NEVER seen disrespect like this, and I've seen rebels!" "No, I'm Thicket. Who are you?" "I KNOW! These are first signs of a rebel!" "I think I'm seeing signs of stupidity." Thicket crosses her arms and leaned backwards. "Hmph. Well I, Guard Xeno, won't stand for this! Your going to. the Tallest!" He shouted the last word, thrusting his finger into the air. "Oh, whooped-de-doo."