Zim grinned as he watched his crew work on their new ship. It was fun getting the supplies and brainwashing the Irken who was delivering them. He wondered why he never realized before how exciting going against the empire would be. Maybe it's because he didn't have Dib shoving ideas of how wicked his Tallest were to him down his throat.
Even GIR was working sufficiently. They had found him the perfect job and that was making the team food. GIR was an idiot, but Dib said he could cook so Zim didn't question what they used the little robot for. Rising to his feet, Zim let them know he was going to his room to plan their first course. In truth, he already had that planned, but they didn't need to know what he was doing behind closed doors.
Once the oak was locked behind him, he sighed, his antennae falling limply against the back of his head. His claws moved quickly to remove his trench, gloves and boots, revealing extremely short shorts he had bought for Dib a while ago and never showed him and a short tank top, the cut hanging just below his ribs. He walked over to the bed, his feet plodding heavily against the carpet. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt like this, but a heavy depression hung in his chest.
Lying back onto the bed, he stared long and hard at the ceiling, wishing he knew why he was so empty. He had the Earth, an organization, a plot for complete domination of the Irken force…He had nearly everything he wanted, but something was missing. He couldn't place his claw on it…
Dib gazed over the plans for the ship, unable to keep the smile on his face hidden. This was such a dinky plan…he was sure he could spiff it up a bit. He pulled a pen from his pocket and began to sketch over the previous design, adding two claw arms, eight spider legs much like Zim's, a few lasers and a few cannons. He replaced the solid hull with a design of a clear glass window. They had received weapon proof glass in the shipment of Armada supplies, so they would be able to afford such an accessory. Oh yes, this would be a great ship.
A perfect ambassador for their maiden voyage into the great unknown.
With the new improvements he would be adding, nothing would stand in their way…save for the Armada. But hopefully by then they'd have an armada of their own. No way to say for sure, but he trusted the Irken. Of all the people that could be leading them right then, there was not a better choice. They couldn't have had a better leader, even if it was the Tallest themselves. Zim's intellect to come up with such ingenious plans and his utterly intense drive to succeed made the perfect combination. All he needed when he was failing so miserably to take Earth over was some helping hands. Though he'd probably never admit to needing them.
"Okay, boys." He turned to face the man and robot that were waiting for the plans. "Here are the plans. I've added a few things." He rolled the paper out on the nearby table for them to view. "I've added some more weapons and eight of those spider legs Zim has in his pack. Now are we ready to build a monster?" Dwicky nodded, a grin on his face, while GIR saluted momentarily before relapsing into his random self. "Gir, could you fetch us some waffles?"
"Dance with meee!" GIR looked up at the two humans, a grin on his face, as the other two started to dance. Squealing, GIR flailed his arms around, hopping this way and that, dancing with the other two before running down the hall to make the waffles. By now everyone but Zim would dance with GIR to get what they wanted.
Hours later Zim emerged from his room, his coat, gloves and boots adorned once again. He made his way down to the docking station to see how the progress was coming and stood, staring numbly, at the skeleton of his ship that was already erected. His men worked well with the Irken machinery, he had to give them that.
"What do you think?" His ruby gaze shifted up to watch a shirtless Dib grin with a thumbs-up hand signal. The Irken couldn't find the words to express his amazement with how fast and how well they worked. Only two men! He finally grinned.
"It's magnificent!! I'm astonished that you two were able to complete this much so soon! I'll have to adjust my plans for an earlier launch." He rubbed his chin, admiring their work. Yes, he'd definitely have to re-plan this. But that shouldn't be too hard, though. Not for him.