When MiMi returned to the world of the waking, she found that her once pristine body was covered in ash, and her left foot was melted somewhat. After the horrors of Dirt, where there were countless ways to die a humiliating garbage related death, the SIR Unit counted herself lucky to have survived the worst of the crash. The escape pod had been destroyed in the crash, barely any of its original form salvageable from the flaming ruins. MiMi forced herself to get up, moving slowly but surely away from the fiery wreck, the very last link she had to her mistress Tak.
Once away from the escape pod, the SIR Unit tallied the damages and surveyed her location. She had crashed in a forest clearing, and her radar systems identified the area as part of the great City she had lived in prior to the entire Zim disaster. Her body was weak, she needed energy, her stabilisers needed recalibration after such a long time in space, and her left foot probably needed replacement.
MiMi dragged herself to a nearby fallen log and sat on it. She had all the time in the Universe to think, and she decided that perhaps now was the time to do so. She thought back on the location of the base Tak had built up in a surprisingly short time. Perhaps an entire month and a half had been spent on the filthy planet in all. The base was probably useless, though. MiMi would need to build her own. A minor setback, but one she was well prepared for.
Tak seemed to be a cautious type, keeping supplies in MiMi's storage cells for all kinds of disasters. She had a constructor drill, the base assembly tool issued to all Invaders before missions. The SIR Unit had a good idea of what would blend in and what would garner the dim attention of the highly ignorant humans. Once she built a base, she could attend to her personal needs - energy, repairs and getting her blasted stabilisers recalibrated for Earth's gravity well.
"I've been too long in space," MiMi reflected aloud. She had no fear of being heard, as her scanners had asserted that no humans were in the vicinity for at least seven miles. She looked back on the wreckage of the escape pod, and decided to pick over the remains for anything that could be jury-rigged into some useful form. To her great surprise, her mistress' Pak had miraculously survived the crash unharmed. The body, however, was definitely useless. It had been speared neatly through the heart by a chunk of armour, and the squeedlyspooch poked out at least a full six inches from another bloody hole in the abdomen.
MiMi picked up the dead but intact Pak and placed it in a storage cell. She grabbed the wire that had been wrapped around Tak's head and kept that, though she had to pull hard and ripped part of the skull away in the process. MiMi placed it around her own left temple, smirking internally at her new look. Placing it in yet another storage cell, the SIR Unit moved along a grassy pathway to the City below. If she was going to succeed in her dual mission, MiMi thought, she had better set up her base as soon as possible...