Chapter One


ZIM's house was the sore-thumb of the neighborhood, or at least stuck out like one. It was considerably smaller than the rest of the houses and garden gnome were place randomly in the front lawn. The gnomes served as security cameras, but no one knew that. Also, a huge satellite dish sat on the roof pointing to the stars. No one seemed to care that his house was green and purple. All the better for ZIM.

Within the depths of the house, metal on metal clanging echoed off the walls. ZIM was on the basement floor constructing a large robot walker, much like the one he used to destroy Irk during Impending Doom One.

As for now, he was banned from using any Irken technology for any purpose. The only things he could use were the gadgets he brought from Irk in the first place. Nothing could be exported to Earth, as an order from the Almighty Tallest Red and Purple.

So ZIM took the matter into his own hands a decided to build his own Frontline BattleMech. He was finally getting his priorities straight.

December finally rolled around, and with that came two solid weeks off from the dreaded SKOOL. Even better for ZIM, for now there was nothing to stop him.

Christmas was only a week away, so he sent off GIR to do his gift shopping, this was the best of all. GIR's trip gave ZIM some time to work without anything being severely damaged. He would complete Impending Doom Two, with or without help from the Tallest.

The two Tallest, Red and Purple, ignored every transmission that was sent by ZIM. They had more important things to do. To them, Earth was not a threat in any way. But someone seemed to disagree.

A few weeks ago ZIM received a picture-less transmission from an unknown Irk. The voice did not ring a bell, but it had said to get ready for a full scale invasion by the Irken Armada. ZIM dismissed it as a prank made by a more successful Invader. There was a bit of truth though, ZIM was planning his own take-over of Earth. He wanted the planet by the new year.

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The vastness of space never did cease to amaze her. She was a tall Irken, who stood on the bridge of Massive, the base ship of the Irken Armada. Seven ten-foot windows ran half of the deck, these let her view the universe. Stars were the only objects for miles.

The windows formed around a large circular platform on which the Irken stood. Computers and workers were placed on the floor below the platform. And a door that led out was exactly opposite the center of the windows.

This Irken was Almost-Almighty Tallest Black. She was second in command, directly under Red and Purple. With this position came her job, the leader of the Armada. Red and Purple got tired of commanding it, so they threw the job down to Black. She was pleased.

The irony was she despised Red and Purple. She hated them with a fiery vengeance. Little did the Tallest know, giving the Armada to Black would be the demise. A revolt was afoot, and the sole leader was Black.

Black herself was only two inches shorter than the Tallest. This put her in the second in command position. She had black eyes and wore purple tinted goggles. The clothes were black and purple, and very shiny. She hates work, that's why she has her subordinates. She loves coffee, another reason for her subordinates.

Her personality was to be expected, bitchy and rude, very self-centered, and conceited. She ruled with an iron fist and hated to be undermined.

"Ma'am! I have a report from the Planet of Exploding Squirrels. It seems Invader Sklat has run into some problem with the natives." The voice came from one of Black's subordinates. He entered from the door.

"How so?" Her voice was calm, the stars made her that way, that or the five cups of Irken coffee she drank.

"Well apparently they've threatened Sklat with their army of exploding squirrels. I wouldn't blame them, even the best disguise couldn't make Sklat look like one of them." The Irken stepped up onto the platform.

"Then tell him to threaten them right back."

"With what ma'am?"

"We have some of the greatest technology in the universe, he can find something," she said very nonchalantly.

"Yes ma'am, I'll tell him right away."

"Good. Oh, Blue, do you mind getting me more coffee?" She turned to look at him.

"Oh no, I don't mind. I don't mind at all." Blue turned around and exited the bridge.

Some-what Almighty Tallest Blue was directly under Black in the chain of command. He was a loyal subject, he would spare his life to save Black, but like her, he hated doing work. So he passed on all of her orders to Sorta-Almighty Tallest Crimson. Both were named according to their eye color. Blue had blue eyes and Crimson had dark red eyes.

What Blue had in loyalty, he lacked in common sense. He was the Irken embodiment of GIR. This made him very difficult to deal with, but Black managed.

Blue made his way down the hallway and entered into the command center. This was the center of the ship, everything happened here. Blue went directly to Crimson, she was in charge here.

"Crimson, Black needs coffee. Go get it for her." Blue avoided eye contact, he stared at a computer monitor and said, "I'll stay here, keep things running."

"Yes, whatever you say." Crimson did not like to speak, she did as little as possible. Since she was under Blue in command, she slunk off to the cafeteria to retrieve coffee.

Crimson was a walking paradox, she hated to speak, but when she did she was very loud and hyper. She hates Blue and Black, but does what they say. Most of her orders some from Blue, this made her mad, she wanted to be ordering him around. Like Red and Purple, blue and Crimson were the same height, but the Tallest concluded that Crimson lacked one-sixteenth of an inch; therefore, Blue was place third in command. She too is planning a revolt, a revolt against Black.

As she reached the cafeteria she spotted an ever-faithful pork slave.

"PORK SLAVE!" She yelled.

The pork-one gazed up at Crimson and let out a soft, "Moo."

"Get a cup of coffee and take to the bridge! Now!" She commanded, then she turned around and walked off.

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Back on the planet Irk, the Almighty Tallest returned the main hall of the Spork Building. This building housed the Irken Armada. Barracks and the command center took up the left side of the building, and the main hall, that housed the fleet, was to the right. It also has a large stage for assemblies. The building itself was named after the late Tallest Spork, who died in a freak accident.

"Umm, Red, where is our armada?" Purple asked, then took a slurp of an Ice Freezy he held in his left hand. The hall was empty, and a cricket chirped in the distances.

"I don't know. Hey! You wanna get some snacks?" The emptiness of the hall evaded Red's mind. All he cared about at the moment was snacks.

"Yes! Off to Foodcourtia!" With that, the two were gone, without a slightest clue of the major events that would follow.