"A single moment can change everything."


Impending Doom III

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed/Dreams
Gaz tightly wrapped the pillow around her head as she continued to listen to Gir sing. The noise was driving whatever sanity she had left away from her. Her amber eyes opened and she glared into her pillow. His voice kept echoing; it haunted her worse than anything she had heard before. Gaz pulled the pillow off her head and chucked it across the room with a growl. Gir stopped his singing and dancing and turned to face her with confused blue eyes.

"What's a matter?" Gir questioned.

"Silence…I need quiet," Gaz calmly replied as her left eye twitched.

"Okiee-dokiee!" Gir happily yelled.

Gaz felt something twitch and she softly growled at the unaware SIR unit. She quietly kneeled on the bed and her amber eyes darkened. Her claws dug into the comforter and a slight rip was heard. She carefully maneuvered her body so her belly wouldn't get in the way. Her claws tightened on the bed again and she prepared herself to attack.

"Doo-de-doo-de-doo!" Gir happily sang as he continued to dance.

Her door swished open and Diestel stepped into the room. Gaz launched at Gir and the SIR unit turned around and his antenna dropped. Diestel rushed in front of Gir and quickly caught Gaz around her upper section. Gir ran out of the room screaming as Gaz fought against Diestel. Her claws barely caught the side of his face and he grunted. He quickly tossed her back onto the bed and listened to her warning growl. Diestel crouched and prepared for another attack. Gaz snarled and quickly just lay down on the bed with a sigh.

"I can't handle this," Gaz whispered with a groan.

Diestel relaxed and walked over to her. His hand reached out and felt her forehead for a sign of a fever. Her eyes softly shut and she began her breathing exercises again.

"These changes in mood are only temporary," Diestel assured.

Gaz snorted and he climbed onto the bed next to her. His fingers began to massage her temples and she sighed at the release of tension. Diestel smiled as he felt her relax.

"How much longer until I give birth?" Gaz questioned with a scowl.

"It should be less than a month now," Diestel assured.

Gaz allowed her hands to travel to her stomach and press against the bulge. Her stomach was hard and she sighed, that meant that this was all baby. She rolled her eyes out to the window and noticed that the Irken Military fleets were gathering. The Spittle Runners were the ones that were gathering. Gaz quickly sat up and gave Diestel a questioning stare.

"Why is the fleet gathering?" Gaz questioned.

"The Fleet?" Diestel questioned as he stood up and stared out the window.

"Yes, the Armada is gathering," Gaz stated as she stood from her bed.

"Tallest Zim only has the authority to gather the Armada," Diestel spoke as he continued to watch the fleet.

Gaz grasped her stomach and made her way to the door. She didn't want another war on her hands. She leaned against the wall and gritted her teeth. The baby was taking too much from her. She felt her arm rise and looked over to see Diestel. He supported her weight as they went to search for Zim.


Zim gazed out the window gazing at Irk's sky. It had been a while since he stared at the sky with such renewed interest. He chuckled and moved to stare at his advisors. They each looked upon him with wary and eager gazes.

"My Tallest, the fleet has been gathered at your request."

Zim darkly smirked and nodded his approval. The Irken Empire was becoming weak because of his decisions and it was time that he started to change that. He didn't want his own needs and weak decisions to led his Empire into a rut.

"Cancel all treaties," Zim ordered.

The advisors gasped in surprised and Zim chuckled at their surprise.

"But my Tallest!" An advisor protested. "What about all your work to secure peace?"

Zim frowned and his eyes narrowed. He turned from his sky gazing and glared at the purple-eyed advisor that questioned him. Floating over to the table that they sat he balled his hand and hit the table. His twisted smile caused the room to go silent.

"Peace?" Zim mocked. "Peace will not make us the greatest!"

Bringing his gauntlet to his chest, he opened a compartment and quickly typed in a code. His eyes narrowed and he looked to the advisor one last time before the chair and advisor disappeared completely.

"When shall we start Operation Impending Doom three?"

Zim grinned and turned to gaze back out at the sky again.

"Summon all Irkens to Conventia and search out the Irkens with the highest scores…we will take the universe and everything within it," Zim declared.

The doors slammed open and all eyes turned to the woman who leaned against Diestel. Her eerie amber eyes glared at all of them before turning to Zim. He blinked and grinned at her.

"What are you doing?" Gaz questioned, as she stood straight.

Zim smirked and turned to his advisors and stated, "Let Operation Impending Doom Three begin."

"You can't," Gaz growled.

"You're all dismissed!" Zim yelled and all the Irkens scatted quickly past Gaz and Diestel.

Zim turned to face her again and sighed. She took a step away from Diestel and openly gazed at him with confusion. Never, she never showed anything besides her basic glare, but she was truly confused. Zim blinked taken aback with her sudden show of confusion.

"Why are you doing this?" Gaz questioned.

"My race is becoming weak, it is time that I act like a ruler and change that," Zim explained as he reached out and flicked a piece a hair from her face.

"We worked to stop this and now you go and do this?" Gaz challenged.

"I will not let my race die because of your…foolish emotions and ideals," Zim spat as he cruelly looked upon her.

Gaz stepped back in shock; she hadn't expected this. She was never one for having ideals and using her emotions. Her eyes closed and she shook with mild anger. Her mind replayed everything in her life and she slowly opened her eyes in realization. She had worked to save the humans; she did love Zim, and want this child. Her emotions made her weak, but they also made her a force to be reckoned with.

"Emotions…they have made your people thrive so far," Gaz whispered.

"Emotions have distracted them from conquest," Zim argued.

"My ideals helped save my race…my emotions let me love you," Gaz softly replied.

"I don't want your pathetic love," Zim laughed as he moved to walk by her.

Gaz's eyes snapped open and she reached out to grab his arm. She didn't want this conversation to end like this. Zim quickly turned around and his hand met the side of her face. Gaz fell to the floor stunned as he laughed and walked out.

"My Tallest!" Diestel shouted as he ran to Gaz and checked her.

Gaz squeezed her eyes shut refusing to cry. She would not cry, she couldn't cry. The pain in her face and heart helped her not to shed tears. Her amber eyes opened with a glare and she dryly chuckled.

"My Tallest, are you hurt?" Diestel questioned as he softly checked her face.

"No," Gaz answered.

"We must get you to safety," Diestel firmly said. Zim was now a danger in his mind.

"No," Gaz coldly replied.

"What?" Diestel questioned.

"Zim…he must be stopped," Gaz declared.

"You are in no condition to fight," Diestel pointed out.

"I can…" Gaz groaned as a pain shot through her stomach. She leaned forward and gripped onto her stomach as the pains continued.

"Gaz!" Diestel worriedly yelped as he held her.

"The…the baby," Gaz cried out as she gritted her teeth.

Laughter echoed around them. The door opened and Diestel turned to glare at the newcomer. Pale brown eyes were filled with mirth as he watched Gaz wither on the ground.

"Ayra," Diestel hissed as his hand moved to grip his weapon.

Vaz quickly stepped around Ayra and smashed the butt of his gun into Diestel's face. The Irken guard fell to the ground unconscious. Gaz's eyes narrowed and she tried to move from their grasp. Her stomach ached and she gave into the pain of it as they grasped her by the forearms.

"It's useless to fight," Ayra sighed.

"Bastard," Gaz growled before she groaned in pain.

"Quiet," Vaz scolded as he knocked her out.

Ayra quickly reached into his PAK and pulled out a small clip. He clipped it to Gaz's shirt and typed in a code. They all vanished from the room in a blur.


Ayra's pale brown eyes watched her unconscious form. They had tied her to the nearest table, arms and ankles cuffed. It was the best they could do on such short notice. Ayra frowned and quickly pressed a button beside the table. He stood beside her on the cold table watching her sleep.

'Seems peaceful,' Ayra thought, 'not for long.'

The door swished open and a soft cough echoed around them. His pale brown eyes turned to the figure that entered. Narrowing at the sight of the new Irken he scoffed and turned away.

"Took you long enough," Ayra grumbled.

The new Irken slowly began to grin as he let another cough escape. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of pitch black goggles. His antennae weren't present and his skin seemed old, dried. His form was tall and skinny, covered by a white lab coat and black rubber gloves. He approached Ayra and didn't bother to salute or bow.

"What do you need?" The new Irken questioned.

"Dok," Ayra greeted purposely ignoring any disrespect. "This is the human that carries the hybrid."

Dok's grin slowly fell and he took a few strides and stood beside Gaz. His long fingers prodded her stomach. His brow creased and he turned his goggle gaze back to Ayra.

"She is close to birth," Dok informed.

"I know that!" Ayra snapped, his impatience showing.

"Than what do you want me for?" Dok mocked with a small grin.

"With that hybrid's blood we can refresh our DNA," Ayra explained.

The Dok deeply laughed and shook his head. His finger reached up and swept a nonexistent tear from his face. He took a step back and cracked his joints.

"How…disgusting…this idea of yours," Dok mused with a twisted grin.

"What?" Ayra growled.

"How is Zim doing?" Dok questioned as his brow rose.

"Zim is not important," Ayra hissed.

"My new virus is very important to me," Dok scolded. "My work is like my child and I must see to it that my work does not fail. So how is Zim?"

"His personality has dramatically shifted," Ayra informed.

"Good," Dok purred as he ran his fingers along Gaz's stomach.

"Zim has cancelled all treaties and is working to start a new invasion," Ayra explained.

Dok deeply laughed, his frame shook before he replied, "Then it seems all is well. My virus has corrupted his personality and soon it will restart the virus he created to destroy the control brains and destroy his own shell."

"I see no point in corrupting Zim if we only wish to destroy him," Ayra stated.

"So foolish you are," Dok scolded. "Zim will lead the Empire to destruction and than he will be destroyed himself. Once that happens we start our own kind and perfect the Empire."

Ayra nodded and the Dok stared at him before he turned to leave the room. The door opened and he stopped in the doorway.

"Call me when she wakes," Dok ordered before he left. Ayra scowled at the order and scoffed. He turned his gaze back to Gaz.


Skoodge sighed as he walked down the halls. Everything seemed too quiet since Zim had summoned the fleet. He wondered about the events, but figured it was best to remain out of sight with his luck. His antennae flattened when he heard a noise come from a nearby lab. A hand reached out and pulled him into the surrounding darkness.


Author's Note:

Another update and so soon! I'm proud. I already have the next chapter typed up and ready to go!
Yeah, the whole thing on Zeta with the wall...my family has a piece of the Berlin wall and my Oma was showing it to me and I decided to write it into the fic.
Please review and I'll update again!