It was only a month later, but they had the ship built completely. The last thing they needed where the electrical workings of the machinery. All the drives and the sensory systems needed to be built from scratch, and that's where Dib really pitched in. He was going to configure the greatest defense system ever known. Everything would work from one simple panel. Well, everything but the piloting. That would be Dwicky's job. When they were still taking over the Earth, it had been to their EXTREME surprise that Dwicky made one HELL of an Irken pilot. So not only did he work in the peoples department (making deals, assigning slaves to their jobs and such), but he was going to be their main pilot.
While he was programming everything, Zim sat and watched Dib with extreme interest. His movements were slow and articulate, long slender fingers working with the wires expertly. A smile spread across his face as his ruby gaze drifted to watching the older man, Dwicky, work with the piloting system, getting used to what Dib had programmed. His crew was indeed far more superior than any Irken the Tallest could throw at them. Any plot to destroy their threesome would fail miserably. Zim had to cackle quietly to himself at that. Standing up, he walked towards the two, placing a clawed hand on the boy's shoulder. They probably needed a break. Dib looked up at him and grinned. His face and front was covered in oil from all the earlier machinery work. Zim could help the smile that graced his lips at the sight.
"Maybe you two should take a break. Gir could get you some waffles or something." Dib just nodded, wiping his forehead and exhaling heavily. Dwicky turned from the pilot seat to watch the two before getting up and joining them.
"I think I have the piloting system down pretty well. I just need a few simulators to play on." He watched the two for a few more moments, smiling at the bright faces he saw. "Gir! Can you make us some muffins or something?" Gir simply saluted for once and ran off.
"Imma make some tacos too!!" Zim shuddered at the memory of Gir in his base's mainframe, screaming for those tacos…Snapping back to coherence, the smile on his lips widened. He had gifts for his crew and was just now remembering that fact. He wasn't much for gift-giving, but he felt the two needed these. Their old clothes were tattered and ruined from the invasion and they were in desperate need of new ones. So, with his AMAZINGNESS, he sewed them up some. Sewing wasn't that hard…
"C'mere." He motioned for the huumans to follow, leading them into the main room of the base. Two packages were sitting on the table, one labled "DIB-STINK", the other "DWICK-CREATURE". Dib pouted a little at the use of his old name while Dwicky wondered at the new label for him, but either one still headed over to the two boxes, glancing at each other momentarily. They both remembered Zim's idea of an "April Fool's Joke" and shuddered slightly at the memory, their hands going to open the boxes cautiously.
Inside of Dib's box, black leather lay folded neatly, shimmering in the light. His amber eyes widened as he pulled the garment out of the cardboard, letting it unfold to reveal a trench-coat. It was black leather, but if you looked closely in the light the material looked like a black sunstone or Australian Opal. It had many belts up the front and twice as many down the back, the buckles a lustrous silver. The sleeves, which were fitting and flared at the wrists, also adorned belts. The tail of the coat would hit the floor once gracing Dib's thin form. Under the coat was a deep blue turtle-neck, their insignia sewn into the front and something written on the back that looked like a mix of English and Irken. There was a pair of black leather pants under that.
Dwicky's box contained a sleek black leather shirt, the cut just above the belly button. It was a turtle-neck and was sleeveless, belts also adorning this piece. Instead of their insignia sewn into the material, there was a small golden pin with the insignia in black. Black leather pants were also his leg-claddings of choice for the man.
Both stood still, staring at the gifts, before grinning like fools at the Irken.
"Did you make these?" Dwicky asked astonished. He never knew the Irken could sew, but it made sense. He WAS in some form of a military academy, and Earth soldiers were taught to sew. Zim simply nodded.
"These..these are awesome!" Dib grinned with Dwicky. "But, I must ask, what does this say?" He was pointing to the writing on the back of his shirt. Zim's smile widened into a toothy, almost sadistic grin.
"Irken Boy." Zim turned on his heels and walked out to let the two change. Besides, Gir was bringing in the tacos and he wasn't ready to encounter those…things…just yet.