Author's Notes: Hey everybody. I know I havn't suibmitted in a while. I had pretty much given up on this story all together for lack of inspiration to write any more and the fact that I was at a loss for wording. (I know...I know... quitter... quitter... Bad Eris. Bad.) I was walking back up to my room from breakfast when I suddenly remembered my Zim fic and the words for the next chapter just popped into my head. So I took the initiative and wrote it down before I forgot. I should post more soon now that I have my brain back.

Disclaimer: Blah blah blah... I don't own... oh screw it.

It was a dogfight in every sense of the term. The two crafts twisted and writhed through the atmosphere both striving for some iota of control. The few human beings on the ground who happened to look up by chance barely took notice of the battle waging above their heads; that is until the pair of alien vessels descended towards the earth and began to wreak havoc upon various random buildings and monuments in their passing.

Kin was frustrated with the fact that she was rapidly losing ground to the Irken ship and that there seemed to be no way to counter its movements. They were so impossibly erratic and random that she was barely able to keep from it slamming into her. The Irken ship would shoot, but not specifically at her, it would twist and dive and spiral to no real end and then rip through the frail oxygen filled atmosphere straight towards her again and again.

There was an element to this style of fighting that was decidedly foreign. Normal Irken fight patterns were difficult enough to counter but manageable. What Kin had unfortunately come across was either some new breed of Irken or was a horrible hallucination created by the lack of (or excess) time spent in her rem cycle.

Kin distinctly remembered returning to her base and shedding her human disguise not long before launching into the Earth's atmosphere to follow the newly discovered Irken Spacecraft to it's destination. Protocol demanded that she make sure the alien menace had completely vacated the planet before she herself was allowed to leave. Zim's craft had at first appeared to be leaving but without warning turned and attacked Kin. Attacking an official from the Committee of Boss was an almost unheard of and extremely heinous offense, at least on an individual basis. It was for this reason that Kin was surprised when Zim had decided to display hostile intent.

A spray of fire tore up the air in front of Kin as she dodged down towards the ground again. This time she headed for trees trying to slow the pursuit of her attacker. She dove in and out, above and below, trying anything and everything to throw him off, but he matched her move for move. The G-forces tore harshly at her body as she threw the safety lever for hyperspace mode. It was a bad move on her part, she knew this very, VERY well. Hyperspace wasn't something you could enter on a whim, and definitely not so close to a planet. She doubted she even had enough power left to get up to the required speed but her options were quickly being eliminated.

Her hand hovered momentarily over the hyperspace switch before Kin yanked it back angrily. Since when did I get so desperate? I am an elite member of a race far superior to the Irkens. I can handle this. There must be a solution.

Her pursuer had ceased to fire but was still closing in on her from the rear. They skipped around buildings and pushed the limits of the sound barrier raking the air roughly and causing skirts to fly and trees to dance wildly. The fact that he had stopped firing could have meant that he was out of ammunition, or perhaps he was just toying with her now. Kin continued to attempt to reverse the order and loop behind the craft but her efforts were proving worthless. No matter what move she made or how she tried to read the flight plan of her enemy, she simply could not predict what he would do next.

Her power supply was getting dangerously low now, and her weapons had already tapped out. To thrust her ship into hyperspace now would be suicide even though there was a good chance her enemy would be caught in the wake. He seemed intent on colliding with her ship now. Zim chased her recklessly and in the back of her mind she could hear him cackling with glee. Her sensors were telling her things she didn't want to know. Earth's airspace was impossibly cluttered with garbage and radio interference that was making it increasingly more and more difficult to pilot her craft. Had the battle taken place in the outer sphere, Kin would have undoubtedly had the upper hand, but she had been trapped by Zim's latest deviant plan of DOOM.

To Kin's horror, Zim began to shoot at her again. The lucky Irken managed a hit on one of her rear thrusters and with a final flourish of insane control drove his craft straight into the back of hers.

Zim laughed his evil laugh of 'Triumph and Victory' as he watched the ship of his nemesis whirl towards the earth in a ball of burning plasma and radiant death. His eyes followed the wreckage all the way to the sight of impact and made note to go by later and confiscate anything of use before the human authorities showed up. He giggled at the thought of them finding Kin's body and using it as a basis for experimentation as the Dib Creature often said happened to such foreign life forms.

Zim's own craft was falling out of the sky, but it would soon disintegrate into nothingness. Zim wasn't worried about this because that was what it was programmed to do, and after all, he wasn't in it. He was sitting in his underground base monitoring the battle while G.I.R. fought it for him.

G.I.R. sat in a chair with a pair of vid glasses and wires inserted into his cranium. AS far as the little robot knew, he was playing Catch the Piggy on Zim's new video game system, which Zim had so nicely offered to hook up for him. In order to catch the pig, you had to shoot out hearts of 'Piggy Love' to slow it down and then pounce on it as soon as it was close. G.I.R. squeed and giggled and hooted and hollered with every twist and dive the piggy took.

"Come back pig!" he yelled. "I wanna play with yoooooooouuuuu!"

In reality, the Pig was Kin and her ship, the hearts were the Irken lasers, and when the Irken craft had finally caught up with her, it had exploded on impact. G.I.R. won the game and was rewarded by Zim with a basket full of rubber piggys. The little metallic person squealed and ran off into some unobserved, distant corner to stash his new found objects of affection as his master gloated over the successfulness of his brilliant plan.

With a newfound sense of accomplishment, Zim set to work repairing his video communication system to report his progress to the Tallest. They would be very pleased with him.

Author's Notes: We all know that isn't true. Anyhow. I thought it would be fun to let G.I.R. drive for a while. Sure he helped out the evil genius alien, but we all still love him. 'Pet's G.I.R.'