We are the Prisoners

Tenn, Nine, Eight…

Deep within Meekrob

"Oh please god, work you useless piece of shit!" Invader Tenn punched the side of one of the malfunctioning S.I.R's heads. "Oh god," she was close to tears. "IdontwannadiePleaseIdontwannadie!" There was a flicker as a screen appeared from the S.I.R's battered head. "Signal the Tallest!" she commanded keeping her voice low. A quick flash of red as she waited. Please let this get through!

"My Tallest! A call from Invader Tenn." One of the communications offices said.

"Alright." Red said looking up from a bag of chips.

The screen switched to a slightly out of focus and fuzzy Tenn, beat and battered. Her suit nearly shredded and her eyes glassy. "It's over, my Tallest. I have failed." She paused and looked behind her. "Oh no, they're right outside! Send help! Please!" She kept looking back and a dumbfounded Red and Purple looked on. The door burst open! She shrieked. "NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Tenn kicked her way behind the S.I.R. unit and waited for the inevitable. Three Meekrob hovered over and took her away kicking and screaming. She was crying and pleading for her life, the most deplorable behavior for a soldier of her stature. But no one cared at the moment. Red stared on, the best of the Invaders was captured by their worst enemy.

"Greetings, Irkens." A lingering Meekrob floated before the transmission screen. "Well, as you can plainly see, we have captured your little Invader girl. Now, we demand you call off your pathetic mission to conquer our people, yet again!"

Purple shot a worried look to Red, the what-do-we-do-now kind of look. Red looked back with the how-the-hell-do-I-know look. They had no time to make a decision, the screen died leaving Red, Purple, and the communications officers dumbfounded.

"Wh-What do we do now? Has anything like this ever happened before?" Red demanded

Everyone was silent. Of course it had, every Invader sent to Meekrob had failed. Maybe, it was just fate.

"Do we save her?" Purple asked. "The Oath said-"

Red groaned in frustration. "Someone ask the Control Brains!" Immediately one of the officers ran off in the direction of the Control Brains room. "Let's hope he isn't recycled for asking." How could this happen! How could anything like this happen to an Irken. We are smarter, more advanced, we're stronger than that damned race of spirits!

Earth

Zim walked home like everyday, and constantly looked back to find Dib, yet again following him. He never gave up the routine and it was wearing thin. Zim longed from the Earthling to put up a great fight like the one last night. Those fights, they were few and far in-between. Zim wanted that feeling, that indescribable emotion, to fill him again. And he felt sure the Dib did too. Why was he always so reluctant to fight him? Why did the Dib hesitate at any sign of a fight of that magnitude if he obviously loved it so much? Zim sighed walking up his driveway, "He's just a smeet by Irken standards," he had a slight hint of disgust in his tone that Dib heard.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded

"It means your just a baby!" Zim shot glaring down on his enemy, though not by much. Just about two inches. The stairs gave him some height, but the four foot ten Invader was nothing to the five foot seven boy before him.

Dib glared back, then a question hit him. "How'd your hand get better so fast?"

"Special Irken secrets, not for huge-headed human dirt-children to know." That's right, come on. Get mad and fight Zim.

"My head's not bi--"

The door swung open to a shorter, fat Irken. "Zim, it's a super important transmission from the Tallest! Hurry!" Skoodge panted and looked out into the yard at the human, who in turn stared back.

Zim spun, "Darn, always at the worst of times! Skoodge send the Dib-stink about his way!" Zim yelled jumping into the elevator. They both watched him then went back to staring at each other.

Damn, his head is HUGE! Bigger than some of the Rat-people… He shivered. His head is frightfully GIANT!

Sheesh, he sure is short, maybe shorter than Zim was when he got here. Sure is fatter and messier though. Dib noted the grease stains over his stretched uniform. That can't be an Invader.

"Uhhh… yeah you got to go, I guess."

"Uh-huh," Dib left slowly as the door closed.

Zim stared at the screen. He just caught the end of the transmission, just barely. "Meet on the second moon of Meekrob." Skoodge walked up behind him.

"The human left, what did the transmission say?"

"I missed most of it because you're slow, but I meet on the second moon of Meekrob."

"Ohhh, with who?"

"How in hell should I know. Probably the Tallest, they were the ones who called after all."

Skoodge nodded, "Do I come to?"

"No, I need someone to keep Gir from blowing up the base."

"But--"

Zim walked off leaving Skoodge to babble to himself that he was an Invader and that he should go. Zim sighed and headed into the Voot's docking bay. He closed his eyes tight as he thought out loud. "I am an Invader, I must do my missions." I'm swore I'd make the Empire bigger and stronger. I swore I'd make things better. "Gir, MiniMoose!" Zim shouted waiting for his minions to appear. MiniMoose floated from behind the cruiser, Gir came crashing down a ventilation duct. "My mission on Earth is currently delayed. I have some business at Meekrob. Gir, do not blow anything up. Do you understand?"

The robot made bubbling sounds and shook until he fell on the floor. Zim sighed.

"MiniMoose, I leave you and the computer in charge of the base. Keep everything running smoothly and make sure Gir stays in and the Dib stays out."

"Squeak!"

"Very good, I'm off." Zim climbed into his ship and looked at the controls, "Ship, lock onto Juur, Meekrob. This is urgent, place the ship at maximum speed."

"Yes, master." Zim smirked. They are right to call the Almighty ZIM! I cannot refuse an opportunity to prove myself! Countdown began. 10... 9... 8...

"Meekrob, huh?" Dib looked down carefully as MiniMoose hovered by, Gir tagging at its side. "I wonder what's so important." He crawled through the duct towards where they were headed. Skoodge looked up as MiniMoose approached.

"Hey, did you happen to record the last transmission?"

"Squeak."

"Great! Computer, replay it!"

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Chapter 2 is finished woo! ..hmm not much to say here. I guess you'll just have to bare with me till it gets really good (I foresee chapter 4 for that though, so, very sorry.)