Disclaimer: My hand hurts from typing now. I do not own anything except the OC's. Everything else is Jhonen Vazquez and Viacom.

At once, camera flashes filled her eyes, and she had to squint to see in front of her, in spite of the implants. What she saw was a grand Courtroom filled with Irkens and Vortians, although they were on separate sides of the room. A different bodyguard came from behind her, and roughly strapped on a blindfold machine. He held her hand as he steered her towards her seat across from the court. Vonix whispered thanks and she felt him walk away. The robotic chair tapped against behind her knee, and Vonix sat herself down, placing her thin arms on the arms of the chair. Metal bands wrapped around her arms and legs, strapping her to the chair to prevent escape.

The clicks of the cameras and talking increased as she sat there, not knowing what was happening around her. In the back of her mind, she found solace that it would be a quick trial; they had done most of the deliberating and scanning of PAK's when she was imprisoned. Vonix gripped her chair and bowed her head. The sound of small boom, created by the Court computer, silenced everybody, and she heard the shuffling of chairs being pulled on the floor. The Control Brains were 20 feet across from Vonix, along with another panel of judges.

"The High Court is now in session," pronounced a Control Brain. "This Court will be the final trial in the case of Vonix, I-0002851, pilot in the Irken armada, against Irk and Vort for the crime of murdering Tallest Miyuki, leader of Irk and arbitrator of peace between the said two planets." It waited for a moment, and asked the witnesses, "Does anyone have anything to say in defense of I-0002851?" An awkward quietness followed and Vonix took a deep breath. This better be what the People had in mind. The Brain wheezed, and asked, "I-0002851, do you have anything to say in your defense before we examine your PAK?" A small tear fell down her cheek, and she shook her head. It would only complicate the situation.

A familiar whooshing noise came from above, and Vonix felt her PAK open. A large tube connected her with the Control Brains and VisiCasts. Vonix knew they would be imputing the date, and watching the mayhem of that day. The day she died, and she had lost a part of herself. The sound came on, and Vonix heard the dialog that had repeated in her for weeks after.

Those steps came closer, and she heard that thing. She had told him to put it away before it would become loose, and someone would control its collar. Vonix grabbed it from his hand, and squeezed that blob.

"You don't know what you can do with this, can you?"

His thin voice mumbled something, and he asked her to give it back. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she whispered, "No. It's a danger to us all." Someone taller than her tapped her on the shoulder, and Vonix looked behind her. Standing behind her was Tallest Miyuki, the most powerful Irken alive. Her face broke into a grin, and she politely said, "If this fine scientist cannot have it back, may I examine it?" She couldn't say no to a Tallest, so she asked her Tallest if she was sure. Miyuki shook her head and Vonix offered the secure blob to her. The collar lights immediately; from the secure green to frightening red.

Screams followed, and the attack came. Vonix gasped, and she looked behind her. Zim was standing behind her, with a horrified expression on his face.

"Stop the PAK." The Court was stunned; no one moved in their seats or took pictures. All because of that damn PAK recording. She sensed the guard behind her, and the blindfold came off. Vonix looked in front of her and saw the panel of judges besides the Control Brains. It was of all the officials of Irk, including Tallest Spork. His claret eyes glistened with tears as he mouthed the word Why? She looked around, and saw the witnesses' glairing at her, and Vonix looked back down. The answer is 'I don't know.'

The Control Brain withdrew the tube, and addressed the Court. "Vonix, the Court has found you guilty of treason and murder. It has been decided that you will be executed tomorrow. Court is dismissed" The camera's started clicking again, and everyone started talking. Vonix was shell-shocked; tonight was her last night. She barely noticed the guards taking her away to her new chambers on the highest floor; one's made to comfort the soon-to-be-executed. Two guards followed her into the new rooms, and remained stationed inside the room. She sat on the floor with a thousand-yard stare, and shook. I'm finally dead.

Three hours had passed into the 11:00 hour, and Vonix had composed herself. She had made herself something to drink, and she sank into a couch. The only thing that bothered her besides tomorrow was the guards in her room. They were unusually tall, and looked pretty similar. Except for their eyes; they seem cloudy. Realization hit her like the blow from the staff. The People were going with the plan; those two were using contacts! Mustering up the courage, she called, "Purple? Red?"

The two 'guards' pulled down their neck protectors, and grinned. Purple laughed and offered his arms, "You know, I could quit being an Invader and start being a guard. You get good food." Vonix ran up to him, and grasped him. Purple, while stuck in the embrace, started working on the tracer on Vonix's PAK. Red laughed with him, and pointed at his staff. "We registered under other PAK numbers; they didn't check that the numbers were of two Irkens who've been dead."

Vonix looked up at him, and, as soon as Purple was finished, embraced Red, who planted a small kiss on top of her head and gave her a new flight suit. Purple made a fake gagging noise, and went off to the window. Using his keycard, he opened the window and looked up at the terrace above. A pair of magenta eyes watched his and gave a thumb up. Purple waved him off in distaste and grabbed a drink. Red looked over at the window and breathed in the cool air. Vonix sat on the couch, and took off the thin robe. Replacing it was the new dark purple flight suit. She pulled on the thigh boots and watched her friends at the window. I knew I could depend on them for anything.

Red looked outside the window and fired a grappling shot towards the roof. It struck its mark, and he pulled on the cord to make sure it was tight. He motioned for Purple and Vonix to come over, and he attached a cord to his belt. Purple took the cord, latched it onto his belt, and onto Vonix's belt. Vonix looked warily at the cord. "Why can't we use the spider legs?" Purple rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yours have been disabled so you couldn't do what we're trying to pull off right now."

Red started the climb outside very slowly; he didn't want anyone to look outside their windows and see two Elites and one convict climbing on the building. Purple soon joined, and before Vonix went up, she tied her robe on the outside of the window, making it look like she had jumped to another room below. Standing on the window ledge, she took the cord and swung out onto the building. She looked out to the star studded night and smirked, her starlit eyes watching over the planet that had nearly killed her.

Soon they had reached the top, and a small hand helped Red up to the top. Purple came up next, and Vonix was lifted to the top. The other person was, standing there in a scientist's coat, and a shock of guilt went though her system. She bowed to him, and "I'm sorry," crackled out of her mouth. Zim looked straight at her eyes and said, "You are forgiven." He turned, and she followed him, watching the roof for the occasional hole or dip. "However," he continued, "you need too finish the disk." Vonix nodded her head, and followed Zim as he was following Red and Purple.

"You're going to jump a roof to get to a ship yard, so you need to listen." Zim spoke with authority in his voice, and Vonix kept listening. "I have to stay here, but you need to go on." Vonix nodded, and responded, "I'll send you the report after I'm finished. The Court is going to find you a new job." Zim nodded this time, and waved before crawling off on his spider legs to the bottom of the tower. Vonix ran to catch up to Red and Purple and saw them standing at the edge of the roof with a new grappling hook line attached to the ship yard tower. She was reattached, and they slid down, landing in between civilian and military ships. The two Elites put their neck protectors back up, and walked with her across until they reached the side of a black ship with maroon under armor.

Red looked at her confused face and let his gloved hand slide on the ship. "This is a modified Ripper, The Twilight Sun. The real ones haven't come out yet, so we," he motioned at himself and Purple, "thought it would be funny to see the real thing fly with a 'highly dangerous' convict." He and Purple burst out in snorts and chortles as Vonix looked over the ship. It had a sleek design, and the command deck was only visible from the inside out, not the outside in. She placed her hand on the cockpit, and it rose up, offering a more relaxed and larger command than the standard Voot or Spittle Runner. It looked more like a miniaturized version of Miyuki's vessel, the one that was made obsolete by The Massive.

Vonix looked back, "You guys need to get out of here before you get caught." Purple nodded, and came back over. "Hey, we're expecting some kind of contact while you're gone. It gets lonely in space with nothing to do" Red walked over, and added, "Don't try to visit, though. The Empire's going to be searching for you, so stay far away, unless you want to hologram yourself." Vonix smiled, and embraced them one last time, blew a kiss, and shooed them off. They walked over to a Voot cruiser parked close, and took off. She watched them take off, and stepped inside. The cockpit window closed, and she situated herself. "Where do you wish to go?" the computer inquired. Pulling the throttle, she rose into the air, and said, "Anywhere, away from here, Vort, or Irk."