I apologize for the short chapters. Somehow, I really can't write large chapters. Well, I'll make up for the short chapters with quantity.
Oh, the Rice Balls are a kind of energy weapon that explodes on impact. It has a more formal name, but I don't have it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Invader Zim related.
Chapter 2:
"Hey! Get back here"
Xeeks was on the run. Two complete loonies had stopped by, tried to get him in their space craft, and knew his name.
"Go away! I'm on the job!" He yelled back.
"Xeeks! Stop right there, you idiot!" Uh oh. That...was a fate worse than the room with moose, his boss. He ran faster. Lots faster.
He considered his options. Go with the loonies, and maybe get away from here, or he might just become a hostage...or he could go to his boss and get a certain thrashing. Not-so-easy choice. But, then again he didn't really want to work here forever. What the heck. He had nothing to lose, after all. He made his choice.
He circled back, narrowly avoided his boss, and hopped in the craft.
"I'm here. Just get me outta here!" He yelled to the....Irkens? What were Irkens doing here? Rescuing him? Who would try to rescue an exile? He pondered the situation for a second, but he was soon jolted back into reality.
"Hey! Xeeks! Wake up!"
"Yes?"
"Remember us?"
"No."
"Oh....right, sorry...Just a second." The strange Irken fiddled with a device on his wrist, and his appearance changed. "Do you know me now?"
"Vortax?!"
"Itsa me, alright! Theela's piloting the ship, and I'm standing here talking to you."
"Weell...it's nice to see you, but aren't we going to be under attack soon?"
"Oh yeah...let's go!" Vortax grabbed Xeeks's arm and dragged/guided him to a console.
"Remember this?"
"I think so. Push that to fire, twist that for power, and use the stick for aiming, right?"
"That's right. Check yer screen for targets, and some briefing, and I'll be covering you with the rice balls."
"Seeya! Good luck!"
"Get to work, kid."
Xeeks had a job to do.