PROGRESS UPDATE: READ IF YOU'RE INTERESTED FOR FURTHER CHAPTERS (PREVIEW OF CHAPTER THREE INCLUDED!)

ATTENTION READERS:

Chapter Three is officially in progress! I'm on page three right now, so it's about half-done at the moment. After I get about five or six pages written, I'll edit, and then post it. I wrote this message just to let you know that I WILL be continuing this story. Don't give up hope! Your enthusiasm is one of the major reasons I'm continuing. Your support has helped greatly and I'd like to thank you all sincerely. As a reward for your wonderful comments, patience and faith in me, here is a long-awaited preview of the long-awaited next chapter!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

A/N- Alright! Chapter Three! This is accomplishment people! Accomplishment!

Disclaimer- The amazing alien that is Zim does not belong to me as well as everything else related to IZ.

Chapter Three- Sentenced

The countdown clock didn't start back at five, instead, picking up where it had left off, which was at one. The automated voice returned, announcing, "LAUNCHING MISSILE." The ship swung dangerously, causing everyone to be flung to one side of the control room, as it turned to aim the cannon containing the Bee at its new destination. A deafening BAM was heard as the Bee was spat into the vacuum of space, the gargantuan yellow and black-striped bomb with little wings poking from the top hurtling at an incredible velocity towards the apparent direction of the Massive. It jumped into hyper speed soon after, so as to reach its target, disappearing from view altogether.

Zim scrambled to his feet, gaping in horror at where his creation had been seconds before, which was now flying off to destroy his own people. And worse; the Tallest were on the Massive.

"NO! MY TALLEST!" he shouted in anguish, sprinting to a place at the controls, pressing buttons wildly. There had to be a way to stop the striped nightmare! By punching random keys however, he only managed to make things worse. The monitor notified the Irken that he'd just caused the Doom's Day Bee to split into three deadly Doom's Day Bees.

"GAAAAAAH!" he screeched, trying to undo his mistake, but with no success.

Dib simply watched from behind, gaping in shock, unsure of what to do exactly. Everything had happened too fast and chaotic for his brain to process. He stared, dumbstruck as Zim pounded at the console.

"GIR! Try and find a way to reset the-" the invader ordered, but before he could finish his instructions, the automated voice said, "TARGET IN RANGE. PREPARE FOR OBLITERATION."

"NO! Terminate missile objective!" Zim demanded, slamming his fists down onto the keyboard. The screen displayed the computer could not obey his command, reading ERROR in enormous red letters and he pulled at his antennas, shouting something in his native tongue that was most likely Irken curses.

To add to the alien's distress, the automated voice returned one last time to announce, TARGET REACHED.

At the mention of these two, cruel words, Zim sunk down to his knees, knowing with a horrible ache in his squeedilyspooch the damage was done, and there was nothing he could do.

What started as an almost inaudible blip on the Massive's radar soon proved to be something much more threatening. In just a few seconds, the blip turned into three blips, and large ones at that. The communicator drone manning the radar quickly notified his Tallest, jumping from his seat and shouting,

"My Tallest! There are three unknown projectiles coming straight toward us!"

Tallest Purple ceased crunching on mouthful of chips upon hearing the news, one eye narrowed questioningly. Red looked up as well, inquisitive, and asked, "Is it an enemy ship?" while struggling to open a bag of candy.

"No, my Tallest. The inside has no communicating device, but there is a command signal."

"Where is its origin?"

"The signal is coming from a spaceship located over the Earth, sir."

The candy bag Red was holding crinkled loudly as he clenched his claws tightly around the top, and his antennas slowly lowered, twitching with anger.

"ZIM." he hissed furiously.

"I say we blow whatever's coming toward us up," Purple concluded, shoving more chips into his mouth, obviously uninterested. "You, drone, activate the lasers."

The communicator raised a hand in salute before returning to his post jumping back into his seat.

"Activating lasers!" he said, pressing buttons and typing in commands.

"Aiming…"

He adjusted the angle, and power levels.

"…Firing!"

The drone's gloved claw came down on a red button and the Massive's guns shot pink lasers. The beams of destructive energy connected with the three missiles, triggering the dormant explosions inside of them, and the Bees quickly, almost eagerly, exploded. The crew hadn't anticipated this, and they gasped when an almighty force tilted the ship. Alarms went off, wailing loudly, signaling damage.

"What happened?" Red demanded, looking around the room, trying to find out what the problem was.

A drone on the ground level of the Massive's control room called up to the Tallests' platform,

"The projectiles were bombs! The explosion has damaged our snack compartment! The entire tank was destroyed!" he cried.

Tallest Purple looked horrified and devastated by the news. He let his feelings be known as he shouted, "NOT THE SNACKS! WHYYYYYYYYYY? WHYYYYYYYYYY THE SNAAAAAAAACKS?"

Tallest Red looked more furious than upset, his claws clenched around the platform railing with a vice grip.

"Zim will pay for this…" he growled, red eyes narrowing to angry slits. He whirled around, his gaze falling on a purple-robed communicator drone.

"YOU! Change our course for Food Courtia and contact Zim's spaceship immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

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