A/N: I couldn't stay away long. :) Here's my next story, and I warn you right now, this story is going to contain slash. Yes, slash! I'm going to rate it PG-13 for now, but I may up the rating if I need to. This is going to both be ZADR and RAPR, so blah blah blah.. yadda ya.. get on with the damned story!

Disclaimer thing: I don't own Invader Zim, I'm not making any money.. don't sue me, dammit.

Chapter 1 - An Interesting Development

"NO!" She cried, struggling against her captors, kicking and fighting and emitting horrible screeches as they dragged her away. "You can't do this to me! The Armada will come for me, they'll destroy you all if you do not release me immediately! You'll all pay for this! You'll all die horrifying, painful deaths!" Invader Tenn shouted at the Meekrobians that held her. She couldn't believe it.. her mission, failed.

"Oh shut up!" The Meekrobian Guard Captain hissed at her, delivering a swift, hard kick to her ribcage, causing her to cry out in pain and clutch at her small, frail looking body. Tenn's bones and organs would have been screaming with her, if they had had voice boxes. The Guard Captain turned and stared at the camera that was recording their capture of the Invader Tenn. "I want this sent to the Council, and permission asked to have it broadcasted to every single planet in range of our satellites," He ordered, his body shaking, perhaps with rage?

"Behold!" He suddenly shouted after his brief pause. "This message is to everyone, but mostly to the leaders of the incredibly stupid race who sent this.. pathetic alien menace to, and I quote, 'Rain doom down upon this filthy planet of Meekrob.'" He smirked, a smug look upon his face. "We have your.. invader, and she is going to be executed. There is no hope for her escape, and we're going to send her back to you in little peices, along with her completely useless robotic death machines... after we find out who she's working for, of course." The camera panned down to the floor, focusing on Tenn's completely destroyed SIR unit. The remains of other SIR units could also be seen littering the space where they had successfully captured Tenn.

Tenn groaned, looking up at the people that she thought she had been destined to conquer. She tried her best to defy them still, but she was quite small... not as small as some of the other Invaders from Irk, but still hopelessly small. The Captain grapped her antennae in one of his huge hands and pulled her forward to face the camera. She yelped in pain again, her red eyes watering slightly. "Her clock is ticking." He whispered as he smiled sadistically and threw her back into the group of guards. She fought them again, kicking and screaming and trying to break free so that she could run, but there were too many of them. She was restrained and thrown roughly into a holding cell. She hit the side of it and sunk to the floor, her eyes closed and her body went limp as darkness surrounded her.

"Did you see that? Did you see that?!" Red fumed as he paced, or rather.. floated, back and forth across the control deck of the Massive. This was an outrage! One of their superior Invaders captured? To be executed? And the Meekrobian filth had called them stupid! Him? Stupid? Never! The very idea... to be insulted on Intergalactic television... ohh, they were playing dirty now, they certainly were..

"Yes, Red, I heard it!" Purple interrupted Red's inner ravings. He knew very well that if there was one thing that Red couldn't handle, it was a direct insult. Red's antennae twitched in impatience and rage as he stopped his constant floating to stare at his counterpart. "Perhaps we could negotiate with Meekrob to get Tenn back?" Purple suggested helpfully after taking a deep breath.

At this, Red laughed out loud. He didn't want to negotiate, not with the Meekrobians, especially. Tenn was one of their best, he wouldn't stand to see her treated with such disrespect. After all, they were going to entrust her with the Megadoomer.. well, before that damned Zim had gotten ahold of it by some stupid shipping mistake. He looked over at Purple, and Purple was giving him an oddly stern look. "What?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"I know what you're thinking, Red," Purple started, floating over to him and gently resting a hand on the armor plate that was covering Red's shoulder. His co-ruler sighed loudly and waved his hand away. "You want to just go down there and attack them, right?" Purple was smiling slightly. In all the years they had known each other, nobody knew Red better. The Irken nodded slowly, blinking his large crimson eyes. Purple shook his head.

"The Meekrobians are one of the most advanced races in the Galaxy, almost as advanced as we are," he started to explain.

"I know that!" Red interrupted him impatiently. "But we can't just leave Tenn there, Purple! Think of the consequences, not only are we losing an Invader, but she's not going to be able to acess her Self-Destruct mechanism. Before they kill her, they're going to try to get anything they can out of her. That's going to be a disaster! Who knows what they might do to her, or what she might tell them?" One of his eyes was twitching.

"Red, she's gone through the same training that we did, extensively," Purple was staring at him intently. "She knows what torture is like! Each Invader is trained to never crack, no matter what's done to them, you know that. Would you crack and spill everything if you were captured and tortured?" Purple said softly.

Red thought about that for a moment.. Purple looked uneasy from Red's hesitation. "If it hurt enough," Red said slowly. Purple's jaw dropped. "What?" He asked again, crossing his arms. "You were there, Purple! I wasn't good at that part of training..." Purple was shaking his head slowly.

"Why do I feel as if we're doomed?"
Dib stared at his laptop's screen in disbelief. He'd been trying to monitor his arch enemy's house from the roof of his own when another transmission had started to interfere with the very bad signal. It was fuzzy, but as it started to clear he saw a small, green creature being held by some other, larger creatures, they were speaking a language he didn't recognize. The screen blackened, then came back to show Zim being held captive by what looked like a group of a different type of aliens. No.. this wasn't Zim.. but it looked very much like him, only more feminine.. and she was making such horrible noises as she protested against her captors. What was this?

The boy gasped loudly as he had a sudden realization of what he was seeing. She was just like Zim, and Invader.. and she had been captured. But.. why was he getting this transmission? He wondered vaguely if Zim was seeing it too, back in his base. Dib smiled slightly. Perhaps this Invader had been just as pathetic as Zim, and maybe that's why she had been captured. Was Zim's whole race like this? If so, then maybe Earth had nothing to worry about after all..

He tried to find a way to record the transmission, he could save it for future viewing, or send it to Mysterious Mysteries or something.. but he couldn't. By the time he found a way to save the thing, it was over. He groaned loudly in frustration, resisting the urge to kick something. It was a pretty expensive laptop, after all. He might be able to ask Zim about it the next day at school... or rather bother Zim so much that the alien would just tell him in an effort to get him to go away, or make an attempt on his life. Usually, he would have expected the latter, but he never knew with Zim.

All the stupid plans.. the insults that made no sense whatsoever.. he didn't know what this meant or what Zim would do. He wondered vaguely if the Invader would be worried by what he had witnessed.

"Tomorrow," he said aloud, then packed up his equipment and headed to the side of the roof, sliding down the rainspout to land softly in the grass.