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Chapter 1, Deception.

POV-Gaz

Gaz had spent a few minutes wandering the corridors on the ship, leisurely walking around and enjoying the gentle hum of the vessel around her. She wasn't sure why but she felt more comfortable here then she had in any of her old homes. Maybe it was Zim, maybe it was the finality of everything that had happened. She wanted to believe that those were all she enjoyed but in her innermost self she knew that she also enjoyed the freedom that came with having nothing left. She corrected herself, nothing but a crazy green invader with delusions of grandeur. That thought made her smile and she decided to check if Zim was in his usual spot, working in the forge to make his new toys. The door to the forge slid open with a soft hiss, Gaz saw Zim hunched over his desk with dozens of schematics blinking in and out of existence on the screens before him.

He was completely absorbed by his work, all of his attention focused on the single screen in front of his face. Gaz saw her chance, grateful that she hadn't bothered to put shoes on, she began creeping slowly towards his back. Her lithe body worked completely in synch, each motion finely balanced and perfectly silent, she felt like a predator and she had her prey in sight. Zim was oblivious to everything around him, his shoulders were rolled forward and his antenna were flattened back against his head in concentration. Gaz decided to have a little fun with her surprise, getting within inches of his back she brought her hands near to his neck, keeping them close but not touching. She knew she had little time, even at Zims most oblivious state he wouldn't take long to figure out someone was that close. Holding her breath she brought her face forward, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue out she brought her hands down to slide across his neck at the same moment she licked gently along one of his antenna.

Zims response was satisfying to no end, his body tensed at the initial contact as he tried to turn around but his body betrayed him once his antenna registered the sensations. His body went rigid, both of his antenna flexing and vibrating gently as Gaz toyed around one with her tongue. She was glad he was enjoying himself, finished with her surprise she released his antenna and straightened up. Zim spun around faster than Gaz had anticipated, his arms wrapping around her before she could finish straightening herself. Before she knew it his lips were locked against hers, and she could feel his hands grabbing her body, pulling her tight against his. Originally Gaz had been worried about being with an Alien, figuring that Zim would have no idea how to interact with humans physically but she had to admit, his instincts were very, Very good. They stayed like that for a while, their bodies pressed together while their mouths were locked, tongues dancing in between their lips.

It ended as suddenly as it had begun, Gaz gasped as her body was lifted off the floor and spun around. "You are a genius Gaz-Mate! Stealth systems! That's what they were missing!" He set her down and let her go, bending back over his desk, both the chair and Gaz seemingly ignored. Gaz stared at him in disbelief, marveling at how he could go so hot and cold, it threatened to drive her insane. Instead she just sighed "damn mood kill." Zim seemed to perk up at her words and turned back to face her with a puzzled look on his face. "Is something wrong Gaz-Mate?" She laughed at him, which deepened his confusion, before taking a deep breath to calm herself. "No Zim, nothing is wrong. I love it when you go all hot and heavy then drop like a cold turkey, it's totally my favorite thing." Zim tilted his head slightly, his antenna splayed slightly so he reminded her of a curious puppy, before replying. "Gaz-Mate, then why do you seem unhappy? Zim can attempt to be a low temperature bird once more…" These were the times she could kill him.

Gaz folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow at Zim. "I was being sarcastic Zim." Zim blinked heavily, "oh" was his only response, causing Gaz to roll her eyes and turn to head out of the room. "Gaz-Mate, if I can do-" she interrupted him before he could finish. "Don't worry about it Zim, I needed to take a shower anyway." With that she walked out, closing the door and leaving behind a highly confused Zim. She made her way to their quarters, Zim had surprisingly designed the room with a bit of comfort in mind. It had a large king sized bed, with plenty of drawers underneath for storage, though she doubted he originally planned to store much in the way of clothing in them. There was plenty of shelving in the room, not much had stuff on it but at least he had the space, and there was an adjoining bathroom. There were of course plenty of monitors and consoles placed strategically throughout the room, Zim said it was in case of emergencies so he could respond even in the room but Gaz figured he just wanted to be lazy and fly the ship from his bed.

Whatever his reasons had been she was glad on several occasions that they didn't have to leave the room to handle the day to day requirements of the ship. Unfortunately for Gaz the ship hadn't been designed with any kind of entertainment in mind, so some days there was literally nothing to do, which was one of the many reasons that her practice had become so important to her. She took a deep breath, wincing slightly at her smell, maybe it wasn't so bad that Zim had a fail moment… she mused on that as she discarded her dirty clothes, even his failures turn out for the best. A soft chime was followed by the appearance of a robot the size of a football. It hovered around a bit before beeping and heading straight for Gaz's dirty clothing. The first few times she had seen these strange 'Drones' that Zim had made and installed all over the ship they had shocked her. Appearing out of nowhere and then disappearing just as quickly. Gaz hit the control to open the bathroom door before glancing back at the tiny drone, it had grabbed all of her dirty clothing and was flying off to a separate section of the ship.

Gaz didn't worry, she knew the drone was taking her clothing to wash and that it would all be folded and in the right drawers in a little less than an hour. Zim definitely made this ship so he could be lazy. She smiled to herself as she stepped into the sonic shower, she used to miss normal water showers but now she doubted she could ever go back. The sonic pulses and vibrations felt like having a deep tissue massage at the same time as getting scrubbed clean, it was a little slice of heaven. She let her mind wander as her body relaxed, the pulses of the shower blended with the background hum of the ship. It created a sort of symphony and Gaz closed her eyes and let her mind go blank. She almost missed it, but the faint sound of the shower door opening brought her mind back. She couldn't help but smile as she felt Zims arms wrap around her, his warm body pressed against her back. Really good Instincts.

POV-Ishia

The fleet floated lazily around the debris field, scanning every inch for life. Ishia strummed her fingers across her desk, her irritation showed clearly on her face. They had recovered the logs and records from the destroyed carrier but her intelligence department was having problems piecing the events together. Zims sir unit had wrecked every system on the vessel, the damage was as impressive as it was surprising. Ishia wanted, no Needed that unit for herself, and there was nothing that would stand in her way. Finally after what felt like ages her console chimed, she practically slammed her hand on the activation button causing several of the bridge crew to jump in fear.

"This is Ishia, what is it?" There was a cold edge to her voice that spelled danger for anyone giving her bad news.

"C-captain, this is Intelligence wing. We have managed to repair enough of the data that you can view it at your leisure. The information has been transferred to your console." The crewman's report had been quick and clear, Ishia had a small grain of respect for the Irken but quickly dismissed it as she closed the communication. Her hands danced along her controls, punching a quick command and displaying the footage on her monitors. Static greeted her while the corrupted data attempted to play through her monitor, slowly almost painfully the image began to clear. It never became crisp and Ishia had to squint often just to make out certain details but it was better quality than she had expected from the wreck. As she watched the record of the robots assault she was pessimistic to say the least, he flew in random directions and fired blindly down halls and through walls. How could this seemingly insane robot be any kind of weapon?

After the record finished she slumped back in her chair, why would someone as obviously brilliant as Zim design such a blatantly wild robot, it made no sense. Unless, she recalled the trap Zim laid for then, using the tallest's own rage to draw the entire Irken fleet to one place just so Zim could make the star explode. Devious, Ishia had to admit that Zim was a mastermind and a worthy opponent, so that means for all its apparent insanity there may be a darker reason behind the robot. Once again she called up the record of the battle, this time she froze each apparently random change in direction and compared it to the reported movements of the Irken forces inside. It was astounding, each movement seemed so wildly impulsive but every time the robot made a move he left the defenders confused and scrambling to keep up. Then she checked his shooting, what she originally assumed to be firing wildly at random walls turned out to be precision strikes against critical systems and their backups.

"Amazing" was all she could manage in awed tones as she watched the scene with new understanding. An enemy would just see a wild, crazy, robot that it would assume is no threat. Then it would be disassembled by this superior technological wonder, she had to find it and had to make it hers. Ishia sat back, her mind whirling with possibilities and plans, all she needed was a way to make it all happen and she knew she would find that soon enough. Ishia, Grand Admiral of the Irken fleet, and now the Tallest Irken still alive always got what she wanted. Daydreams occupied her mind for much longer than usual as her wildest desires seemed within her grasp. Blaring warnings broke her from her reverie and jarred her mind back to the present, "Report" she snapped in her most demanding command voice.

The reply was swift "One of the airlocks Ma'am, it's being forced open from the outside." Ishia nodded in understanding, the robot might still be following its last directive, "Put it on the view screen." The massive screen flickered twice before the image appeared, the small robot was without its armor and weapons and looked like any other Sir unit she had seen before. It was heavily damaged, one arm sparking and useless with scoring and blast marks all over its outer shell. It wandered back and forth childlike, if almost lost in the small airlock, and Ishia had a plan immediately. "Lock down that area, set up security forces in a full sphere around it, including decks above and below the airlock." She spoke as she rose from her command chair, walking purposefully towards the lift off of the bridge. "I will handle the rogue Sir unit myself, and have the robotics division make ready. Soon we will have a visitor for them." With a smile that promised only pain she left, heading down towards the airlock and her future.

POV-Lance

Lance took a moment to look around the table, his yellow reptilian eyes catching the soft light, its large oval shape made it easy to make eye contact with all the other leaders sitting there. Skin colors varied for every species present, and there were dozens, every world the Irken had conquered brought more people to the cause. His own deep green skin stood out amongst the yellows and pinks present, he ran a clawed hand through the mass of tendrils hanging from his head. Their gear was just as wildly different as their looks, years of scrounging upon the edge of civilization made them more scavengers then soldiers but he trusted them all with his life. The rebellion had grown since Lance took command, once they were a handful of shell shocked survivors with broken and beaten ships, now they numbered in the thousands with over a hundred vessels. Even with these numbers Lance had known that their battle would be an uphill struggle, the might of the Irken couldn't be tackled by any one organization, or so he had thought.

They had known of Zim, spies located all throughout the Irken had fed them tales of a usurper. An Irken who changed his own genetics, changed his own fate, to become the new tallest. The original tallest hadn't liked this, and in a shocking display had taken the vast bulk of their armada to a pathetic backwater planet. Where they learned the truth of this Zim's ruthlessness, he sacrificed the planet and the species native to it in order to destroy the Irken might in one move. Eliminating his competition amongst the tallest along with any loyal subjects they may have had. At first everyone assumed Zim died with the planet, but now there were reports of two possible survivors. Sensor scans and latent energy readings pointed out two energy spikes within the system before the sun went nova. One happened several minutes before the event, the other was mere moments before everything was consumed in fire.

The one that almost got caught was most likely survivors, Irken smart enough to figure out what was happening and escape, and Lance hoped there weren't many of them. But the first one could only have been Zim, escaping to safety as the planets inhabitants paid the price for his ambition, and the worst part was the projected trajectory of that vessel. It was heading straight for this very station, how Zim knew where the resistance was hiding Lance didn't know but he knew he had to play this very carefully. Now was the perfect time for the resistance to make its move, they could free dozens of planets before the Irken could muster up a new fleet. His own people could be free, but this Zim could rally the Irken and make them stronger than before and far more ruthless.

He took another look around the table, they were all scared and were waiting for his decision. Lance let out a heavy sigh, his well-built chest stretching his ill-fitting shirt with the motion, before his raspy voice echoed through the room. "We can't let this madman get into power, he would bring doom to every living being in this and every galaxy. We need to bring the fleet in to deal with him-"

He was interrupted by Echa, a slim female with bright blue skin and milky white eyes, "You must be joking! This is our chance, maybe our only chance to bring the Irken down and free our races!" Lance stared at her, Echa had often been a thorn in his side, she wasn't a bad person just impatient and easily angered. He kept his voice level, "and what do you suppose we do when a bigger, stronger, Irken rally behind a leader who is more violent, ruthless and intelligent than any who have come before? What would you do when those same planets were destroyed instead of enslaved, how would that help our cause?"

Echa colored at his words, it was obvious that she wanted to argue more and it was just as obvious that her feelings were shared by many around the table, but she remained silent so Lance continued. "As I was saying, we need to bring the fleet in to deal with him, once we know his relative military strength, while doing our best to maintain pressure on the Empire." He pressed a few buttons imbedded in the table, making a slightly blurred holographic image spring up in the center. "The basics of the plan is compartmentalization, we will split up into separate cells. Each cell will have a basic objective and the firepower to see it accomplished, I will be in charge of the cell that will handle Zim, the rest of you will get detailed briefings on your objectives later so that no cell can compromise another if things go bad. Are there any questions before we get to it?"

There was a moment of silence before one man spoke up "what are you going to do about Zim?" Lance could see the worry on their faces and knew that they needed to feel like he could handle it, so he put on the most confident smile he could and replied. "Why that's easy, I'm going to set a trap for him." That brought smiles to their faces, and a few even chuckled imagining some wicked plan that Lance had come up with. The rest of the meeting was over in a flash and before he knew it they were all on the way to their objectives, leaving him alone to plan his trap. A heavy sigh escaped as he wracked his brain "why do they think I can out think this devious mastermind, stars help me." Lance knew he had to stop this Zim, if he didn't then every living thing could be in danger so he buckled down to come up with something, anything.

END- Chapter 1.

BEFORE anyone tries to assassinate me for "making up a resistance" there was one actually planned for the Zim series, so it's kind of cannon… I'm just making up characters and races, and many many other things. So if you want to pay for me to be killed, pick a much better reason than that.

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