Warning! This story is going to be very long! If you cannot stand long stories then do not read. If you do not like stories about incompetent aliens that no one likes then do not read this. If you cannot stand reading about the imminent destruction of Earth and enemies having to unite to stop the greater threat then DO NOT READ!!!
Thank you, that is all…
Invader Zim- The End?
Chapter 27
The streets were lined with the delighted features and forms of children, mothers and fathers. Of people as they walked about and enjoyed the beautiful day that they had before passing across the next patch of bare space. Then they would disappear again and the streets would be bare for who knows how long. The sight of everyone being outside was beautiful and it could warm the hearts of any cold-hearted being. Truly, it could help the most horrible to be kind and caring again if they were to only take part in the events that lay out before them.
Unfortunately, there was a certain pair that refused to have anything to do with their own kind until they had won the war and claimed their honor as their own once more. And as they plotted their attack plan for the upcoming war, yes, war, they sat and they read up on information that had been retrieved over years and years of work. And as they sat and reviewed their information they failed to notice the only member of their family that existed to this day. And because they failed to notice her presence they also failed to notice the boredom etched into her features and the worried touch to her pale blue eyes. Now the time had been set for her to leave and pay no attention to them. Although they wouldn't seem to care that she was upset she was aware that it hurt them on the inside. And she would be just a little bit happier on the inside. Just a little bit. Ad long as they learned that what they were doing was hurting her when everything was over then it would all be ok. It would all be ok then.
So she sat there and starred at them as they worked away so furiously. The boredom was slowly growing to the time where she would leave. She might return but she wasn't certain. If she didn't then she was forfeiting the right to kill their hopes about her wishing to help them with the invasion and maybe they would give up too? But if she were to return then she was only proving that their hold over her mind was great and that, even if they were to do something horrible. She would follow. But then that would lead to death once more.
Her eyes darted from her first brother, the older of the two. He had no hair and scars that coated the space around his left eye, which happened to not be and eye at all but a cyber optic device that he had smuggled out of a passed planet before the Irkens took it over. His long ears stood up and lay tight close to his head as he ran over the schematics for a small Irken vessel. The claws from the robotic arm, also on his left side, tapped irritably upon the surface of the table. The wires poking from the skin just over his left 'eye' seemed to vibrate as he thought.
Then she peered at her other brother, the younger of the twins, though only by about 20 paigecs, which was a rarely used type of time in most civilizations, save for this one of course. He was slightly shorter than his brother, though not for genetic reasons but, rather, for experiences in the past. He, unlike his twin, still had his dark blue hair and it shone rather nicely from the oil, which was from lack of bathing. The wires that connected to his heart, inside the body, were charging his pack as he ran over ways to infiltrate the massive and get directly onto Irk while hidden in it's thick walls. His false legs, his real ones being lost in battle, were laying just under the table and he was, currently, sitting in his rotational device to better himself as he hurried around the room and floated to the tops of shelves for scrolls and information.
Gna sighed and peered out of the window, again, to look at the people outside. She couldn't wait until Gagnor and Gagnex finished with what they were doing and enjoyed the life that was around them. Truly, she could give a damn whether the war ended with the Irkens in favor or the Bludgeons. For her people, in the end, everything would always turn out right and she knew that for certain because it always had. Each time her brothers had 'died' they'd been fine and the proof was starring at books right in front of her. Sure they may have lost a few limbs and an eye but that was far better than their lives.
So Gna sighed again and surveyed the area. The room was fairly simple, the walls being made of the same substance as the ground that coated the planet. This was a technique that had been passed down through the years and put into their time. And although technology was invading their lives the building would always stay the same because it was so much easier and so much quicker to have them sprout from the ground on command than build them entirely from scratch.
She lightly waved her hand over the ground beside her chair in boredom in an attempt to entertain herself. The floor began to churn in place and move about as though it was alive. And as she signaled with her claws the ground rose and it stretched up to meet them. So Gna greeted it and commanded her wishes upon it so that it would form something beautiful and something that she could always enjoy. And as she watched her creation take form she marveled at how good she was getting from her constant practice.
In a matter of moments a small Bludgeon figurine was lying on the ground just beside her seat. Gna leaned over and tapped it on the forehead. Then she sat back and calmly waved her hand back and forth and she watched as the doll danced to her moving claws and tapped it's feet to make music that was appropriate for the strange dance that Gna had created it for. And so the doll swayed from side to side and moved it arms around, all the while creating music so lovely from tapping its dirt feet and clapping its hands of soil.
But Gna's entertainment was soon crushed underfoot. And she stared in horror as that foot sank into the figurine's form and created nothing but a pile of dirt as it swiveled to accent its destruction.
Gna looked up, a frown on her face, to the angry glare that was planted upon her oldest brother. Gagnor stared down at her, his fangs glistening in the dim light that they had, his ears striking out in fury. It was completely ridiculous how he became so angry so quickly, really it was. Gagnor was never in a good mood. Not after what had happened to him and what could have after that.
"What do you think you're doing Gna?" he said as he glared at her. Gna could tell that he was just looking for an excuse to lecture her once more. He tended to do that an awful lot during times when he was plotting for war. "You should be studying up on the Irkens; trying to learn their weaknesses and how we can stop them. Playing with dolls does nothing productive for the commanding fleet!"
"I'm getting to work in my own way dear brother."
He leaned in close to her and struck the index claw of his robotic hand out at her face. It was mere millimeters from touching her nose. "Don't ever talk to me in that tone Gna. You know as well as I do that your art is dying."
"That's not true!"
"Oh, it isn't? Then what kind of help could it do us in battle?!" Gagnor pulled away quick and accented his point with movements of his hands that he gave to the air. "We can't use it on different worlds, Gna! The soil of our planet is the only one that we can command and I am not bringing war to our home."
He stopped and rubbed his temple a little bit, like he was getting a large ache in it.
"Truly, Gna, you should be encouraging the troupes into training for battles to come. Not idolizing their minds with your ancient magic. They can't use it so why do you continue to practice it? It's a waste of time."
"But I'm training for when I must fight!"
"The Redrui will not work on other worlds Gna! How many times must we tell you that!?"
"We've never tried it before. If I could just get a hold of soil from another world then I'm sure I could practice on that. With time and patience I could master that soil and I could move onto others. The process wouldn't take long. I'm exceptionally good at adapting to things quickly."
"You're not getting that soil Gna. I refuse it. Besides, it won't help us against the Irken home world and the ones that they'd conquered. The soil disappears and is replaced with that horrible machinery."
"Then we'll fight them on terrain that is better suited to us."
"You mean that's better suited to you, Gna. Out of all of the Bludgeons that I know, you, Ala and your select friends are the only few that still practice that dying art."
"But… I'm quite good at it."
He leaned in close again, this time placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. But his hopes were in vain for Gna only became more irritable, knowing what was to come next. "I know that you are," he whispered to her ear. "But I don't want you to get your hopes up for something that will never happen. I don't want you to be killed."
She pulled away fast and stood her ground, away from her brother. "Why?" Then she turned. "I'll just go back into the soil again. Then I'll become more powerful."
"And if that doesn't happen? Then what Gna?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she walked out of the room and left her brothers to watch her go.
Gna hurried down the corridor, her backwards knees talking her far, fast. For a few moments, all was quiet. But then came that irritable voice again. It was similar to Gagnor's but she was aware that it was not. The whirring of the engines saw to that. But the fact that it was so close to his voice made her uneasy nonetheless. And the fact that she would soon be staring into a face that was meant to be exactly like his didn't help in her effort to get over the endeavor. So she turned, her head hung and her blue hair falling in front of her eyes. She had neglected to tie it up that morning.
Gagnex floated close to her, his head low and his hopes high. "Gna," said he. "I am so sorry for you. Gagnor's been a bit irritated at the fact that he can't find a weak spot. He can't figure out how to get back at the Irkens after that attack."
"I still don't see the point in that. He's already killed the Irken leaders. With their horrible government wouldn't they just fall apart at the seams? So to speak."
"That's what we thought. But they're actually looking for more tall Irkens to fill the spot. And once they find the Tallest they'll take him to be the newer leader."
Gna smiled a little bit. "Those little guys never give up, do they?"
"No. The other thing is that we've been hearing word from our post on Earth, where one of the invaders is located, that the Tallest actually may have survived the attack. And the Irken invader, apparently, flew off a day or too ago. Then another ship followed but headed in a different course."
"Why are you telling me this?"
Gagnex thought for a moment. "I really don't know."
That made her smile more.
"Anyways, Gna. I'm really sorry."
"Don't be. You didn't do anything."
"But that's just the thing. I could have gotten him to stop if I had really wanted to. Mind you, it would have been incredibly difficult to do so. And about your technique…" Gna looked up a little bit to face her brother. "Keep up the good work. You're getting to be quite the Redruivix."
Gna smiled and then bid her brother farewell as she hurried off to meet Ala by the town center fountains.
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Brooke: Yup. End of Chapter 27 right here. Hee, hee. OK, the next chapter will be with Gir! Yay for him. Then after that we'll have another chapter with Gaz and Zim, then another with the Bludgeons, maybe passing to Gagnor and Gagnex's side of the story, I'm not sure yet. Ok, reviews to answer to. Take it away Johnny.
J5: I've got reviews, I've got comments, I've got reviews from geminidragon76. All at low, low prices! I can't help it! I'm in a panic, I'm frantic and I'm hubuluhlulaha MANIC!
Brooke: Yay! Everybody loves my story and I'm all happy because of it. I have a talent eh? Well, hopefully that'll work for my plans later this year. LOL. And it's got nothing to do with fanfiction f.y.i. but real life. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. Delighted that you like the ZAGR and expect more soon because I'm done all of my freaking exams so I'll have more me time and that means more writing stories. Thanks for the review.
Jack: Now we've got one from… Dlbn.
Brooke: Yay. Loving the chapters is good because it makes me feel good and not want to kill myself anymores. And for people that read Kim's or I demand more piggies's stories, you'll be happy to know that I'm past my suicidal/homicidal state. So it's safe to approach me again. Lol. And hurray for the stupidity of Invader Zim. How we love it so. Yes. So expect more chapters and, definitely, more stupidity on Zim and Gir's behalf. Enjoy the next chapter when it comes.
Batty: OMG! I haven't been here for weeks!
Fiendmon: Me neither! Hurry Batty! Snacks for everyone! Everyone! Everyone! EVERYONE!
(LOL, they made up…)