A/N: OK, excuse time. All of the following are my excuses for delayed
posting: (All are true), I've been sick, we went on a fishing holiday, and
Bubee's cat, Halloween, had to be put down. Her cancer had grown to large
and she was in pain. I ended up seeing her off, because Bubee couldn't.
It was very depressing. She is now buried in the back yard, a mini rhody
marking her grave. And I wrote this chapter twice. I didn't like how it
came out the first time, and I still don't know if I like it. Sorry it is
so short. Yeah, I'm a whiner, but enough with the excuses, on to
acknowledgements.
To all of my readers and reviewers, Thank you! Special thanks to Maran Zelde, CrimsonObsession, J. Random Lurker, DoomDib777, Invader Ari, May this story continue to intrigue you! Invader Ari, I feel honoured that you would draw pics and display them on your deviantart accounty place. If you do, please let me know so I can view them. ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim.
Thank you Jhonen Vasquez for your awesome creations!
Gaz. Yuifa Novekt, shovaplar nazre
Time Unknown.
Gaz fumed as she made her way to the communications room. She chose to walk the rather long distance. She wasn't to pleased with the interruption and needed time to cool off. She had been reading her favourite earth book, "Frankenstein" when the call came in. She relished the irony between her 'not so chosen' profession, and that of Dr. Frankenstein, the creation of a creature from spare parts. She had done quite a bit of creating in her long lifetime; only her 'spare parts' were the manipulated, modified, and enhanced DNA from various species. Only the best bits and pieces of DNA the universe had to offer for her little 'monsters'. Humans, she found, could efficiently adapt to manipulated DNA from a great multitude of species. The political importance of Earth aside, the species' adaptability was the only reason Earth was her favourite place.
The professor had said something about finding a transmission chip in Dib. Just her luck. If it had been anyone else who told her, she would doom them good, but the professor was something special to her. He was far more than merely one of her creations which survived and thrived, he was her pride and joy. The Professor always did as he was told, but could handle situations alone and with surprising efficiency if need be the case. He played the role of Dib's scientific genius 'father' flawlessly, giving Dib just the right amount of self-doubt to keep him under control. After all he was the one who took to calling Dib "My poor insane son." A line which drove Dib absolutely crazy. Almost as much as telling him his head was big. And The Professor had a way of saying it under his breath, just loud enough for Dib to hear. It was great. She loved to watch Dib's reaction to his 'father's' criticism. Usually he cringed, but once or twice she saw him actually cry. Not out loud, his eyes just watered a bit. She loved to feel Dib's torment. Not that she had anything against her 'big brother.' She just liked to see him suffer a little. Besides, it built character. Something she knew he would need later on. She just hoped he would survive the training. She would never freely admit it, but she was proud of Dib. He was turning out to be just what they needed: quick, intelligent, and potentially deadly. He was definitely one of her best creations, but be that as it may, he would never take the pla ce of The Professor. Dib would always be second best in her mind. He was just to damn annoying. And Zim, well lets just say she would rather play with human based DNA anytime. Though she had to admit, Zim had proven himself an effective tool so far. Gaz snickered when she thought of the untimely demise of Tallest Miyuki and Tallest Spork. Miyuki, especially rubbed her the wrong way. Stupid Irken. Twice she almost ruined Gaz's work on Zim, once during her 'surprise' inspection of the Irken back pod factory, where she nearly stumbled upon the modified pak that Zim was to receive, and once during her 'surprise' inspection of the smeet hatchery when she started to question the unusual DNA map of the smeet destined to be Zim. Fortunately, both times she was distracted before permanent damage was done.
Gaz's reminiscing came to an abrupt end as the door to the communications room slid open to allow her access. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the large screen. Displayed on it was an emblem vaguely resembled a wide opened eye. Her eyes narrowed in recognition.
"The Swollen Eyeballs." She growled.
"Run the transmission." Professor Membrane commanded.
Immediately the eyeball expanded and shattered into a million pieces. A balding head with sparse grayish-yellowish white hair on the sides and a slight, ragged goatee formed where the eyeball once was. Gaz recognized him immediately, Agent Darkbootie', also known as the janitor from NASAPLACE. He was the only agent from the not so secret society that caused her reasons for concern. He believed Dib enough to help him defend the earth when Zim decided to try and crush it with the planet Mars. Because of this, she had her best spy, the spooky little Chihuahua monitoring him. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance and concern. She hadn't heard anything from her top spy for a while.
"Hello Aliens," Darkbootie greeted, "or should I say, Neplotn!"
He paused for a dramatic moment. Before leaning towards the screen. "Yes, I know what you are, thanks to the help of a certain someone."
The camera pulled back to reveal the scary dog, fitted with a muzzle, sitting on a chair. He had on a choke chain collar with a leather leash attached to it. The leash was tied to the chair.
"I have a proposition to offer." Agent Darkbootie spoke again as the camera turned back towards him, "I have not told the Swollen Eyeball about you yet, but if anything happens to me, " Darkbootie leaned towards the camera and narrowed his eyes. "Rest assured, they will know, and they will gladly come and do autopsies on all of you."
Gaz rolled her eyes and snorted at the empty threat. Neplotn were far above such petty threats. The Swollen Eyeballs weren't a threat. They couldn't hurt them. It was doubtless they would even be able to find them. Last she heard, humans were still arguing over the existence of alternate dimensions. She snickered sarcastically at the absurd threat and was about to tell them to cut the transmission when she glanced at the face on the monitor again. This time, something about it struck her odd. She leaned towards the screen, squinted eyes searching the screen with a critical eye. Years of studying the GameSlave screens had given her a sharp eye for detail.
"Freeze the screen." Gaz commanded.
Instantly the transmission stopped and the picture was frozen in place. Gaz walked toward the monitor, her usually narrowed eyes opened a bit wider now.
"Magnify the ear on the left side." She commanded, leaning towards the screen.
Yep, there it was, a tiny bump, less than a millimeter in diameter, located above the ear and just below the hairline, housing a pinpoint orange light. Her suspicions were confirmed.
"It seems our friend here is no more human than us." She stated to her perplexed workers. She pointed a finger to the miniscule lump. "See the holographic emitter implant?"
There was a general murmur of agreement as the crowd acknowledged the device, though most of them still didn't see it. It was best not to disagree with Gaz. She was always right, even when she wasn't.
"Continue transmission." Gaz stated , her curiosity piqued, "I want to see what our alien friend wishes to purpose."
To all of my readers and reviewers, Thank you! Special thanks to Maran Zelde, CrimsonObsession, J. Random Lurker, DoomDib777, Invader Ari, May this story continue to intrigue you! Invader Ari, I feel honoured that you would draw pics and display them on your deviantart accounty place. If you do, please let me know so I can view them. ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim.
Thank you Jhonen Vasquez for your awesome creations!
Gaz. Yuifa Novekt, shovaplar nazre
Time Unknown.
Gaz fumed as she made her way to the communications room. She chose to walk the rather long distance. She wasn't to pleased with the interruption and needed time to cool off. She had been reading her favourite earth book, "Frankenstein" when the call came in. She relished the irony between her 'not so chosen' profession, and that of Dr. Frankenstein, the creation of a creature from spare parts. She had done quite a bit of creating in her long lifetime; only her 'spare parts' were the manipulated, modified, and enhanced DNA from various species. Only the best bits and pieces of DNA the universe had to offer for her little 'monsters'. Humans, she found, could efficiently adapt to manipulated DNA from a great multitude of species. The political importance of Earth aside, the species' adaptability was the only reason Earth was her favourite place.
The professor had said something about finding a transmission chip in Dib. Just her luck. If it had been anyone else who told her, she would doom them good, but the professor was something special to her. He was far more than merely one of her creations which survived and thrived, he was her pride and joy. The Professor always did as he was told, but could handle situations alone and with surprising efficiency if need be the case. He played the role of Dib's scientific genius 'father' flawlessly, giving Dib just the right amount of self-doubt to keep him under control. After all he was the one who took to calling Dib "My poor insane son." A line which drove Dib absolutely crazy. Almost as much as telling him his head was big. And The Professor had a way of saying it under his breath, just loud enough for Dib to hear. It was great. She loved to watch Dib's reaction to his 'father's' criticism. Usually he cringed, but once or twice she saw him actually cry. Not out loud, his eyes just watered a bit. She loved to feel Dib's torment. Not that she had anything against her 'big brother.' She just liked to see him suffer a little. Besides, it built character. Something she knew he would need later on. She just hoped he would survive the training. She would never freely admit it, but she was proud of Dib. He was turning out to be just what they needed: quick, intelligent, and potentially deadly. He was definitely one of her best creations, but be that as it may, he would never take the pla ce of The Professor. Dib would always be second best in her mind. He was just to damn annoying. And Zim, well lets just say she would rather play with human based DNA anytime. Though she had to admit, Zim had proven himself an effective tool so far. Gaz snickered when she thought of the untimely demise of Tallest Miyuki and Tallest Spork. Miyuki, especially rubbed her the wrong way. Stupid Irken. Twice she almost ruined Gaz's work on Zim, once during her 'surprise' inspection of the Irken back pod factory, where she nearly stumbled upon the modified pak that Zim was to receive, and once during her 'surprise' inspection of the smeet hatchery when she started to question the unusual DNA map of the smeet destined to be Zim. Fortunately, both times she was distracted before permanent damage was done.
Gaz's reminiscing came to an abrupt end as the door to the communications room slid open to allow her access. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the large screen. Displayed on it was an emblem vaguely resembled a wide opened eye. Her eyes narrowed in recognition.
"The Swollen Eyeballs." She growled.
"Run the transmission." Professor Membrane commanded.
Immediately the eyeball expanded and shattered into a million pieces. A balding head with sparse grayish-yellowish white hair on the sides and a slight, ragged goatee formed where the eyeball once was. Gaz recognized him immediately, Agent Darkbootie', also known as the janitor from NASAPLACE. He was the only agent from the not so secret society that caused her reasons for concern. He believed Dib enough to help him defend the earth when Zim decided to try and crush it with the planet Mars. Because of this, she had her best spy, the spooky little Chihuahua monitoring him. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance and concern. She hadn't heard anything from her top spy for a while.
"Hello Aliens," Darkbootie greeted, "or should I say, Neplotn!"
He paused for a dramatic moment. Before leaning towards the screen. "Yes, I know what you are, thanks to the help of a certain someone."
The camera pulled back to reveal the scary dog, fitted with a muzzle, sitting on a chair. He had on a choke chain collar with a leather leash attached to it. The leash was tied to the chair.
"I have a proposition to offer." Agent Darkbootie spoke again as the camera turned back towards him, "I have not told the Swollen Eyeball about you yet, but if anything happens to me, " Darkbootie leaned towards the camera and narrowed his eyes. "Rest assured, they will know, and they will gladly come and do autopsies on all of you."
Gaz rolled her eyes and snorted at the empty threat. Neplotn were far above such petty threats. The Swollen Eyeballs weren't a threat. They couldn't hurt them. It was doubtless they would even be able to find them. Last she heard, humans were still arguing over the existence of alternate dimensions. She snickered sarcastically at the absurd threat and was about to tell them to cut the transmission when she glanced at the face on the monitor again. This time, something about it struck her odd. She leaned towards the screen, squinted eyes searching the screen with a critical eye. Years of studying the GameSlave screens had given her a sharp eye for detail.
"Freeze the screen." Gaz commanded.
Instantly the transmission stopped and the picture was frozen in place. Gaz walked toward the monitor, her usually narrowed eyes opened a bit wider now.
"Magnify the ear on the left side." She commanded, leaning towards the screen.
Yep, there it was, a tiny bump, less than a millimeter in diameter, located above the ear and just below the hairline, housing a pinpoint orange light. Her suspicions were confirmed.
"It seems our friend here is no more human than us." She stated to her perplexed workers. She pointed a finger to the miniscule lump. "See the holographic emitter implant?"
There was a general murmur of agreement as the crowd acknowledged the device, though most of them still didn't see it. It was best not to disagree with Gaz. She was always right, even when she wasn't.
"Continue transmission." Gaz stated , her curiosity piqued, "I want to see what our alien friend wishes to purpose."