Julius Night, Yeah, I have pretty bad grammar, despite being in English honors….lol, I type too fast, and spell check misses some of my mistakes.

Invader Johnny- It is pretty stupid for Red to believe that, but you have to remember, he doesn't exactly notice (yet) how much damage he's done, and how many lives the Irken Empire has ruined.

Chapter two might not be as long, and feel free to leave suggestions!

Lard Nar paced around his cell, trying to figure out what had come over the Irken across from him. Yes, he had been in training with Red for a while, but the Irken had always been a bit bossy and always loved to get attention. At the same time as loving attention, he wasn't as stuck up back then. He was cunning, smart, and always thinking of new ways to either get in trouble or discover something useful. But then again, there isn't much a difference between trouble making and discovering.

The Vortain shook his head to clear away the memories. He had always known that Tallest Red was much more intelligent and tricky then the purple one. That was clear when Zim had taken control of the Massive on the Resisty's first attack, and Red had been the one to try to fix the problem. He would have to be careful with dealing with the tall Irken.

Perhaps though, the Irken was right. Maybe there was a chance of getting out of this forsaken place, a chance to form a new resistance and get back the freedom that Lard Nar missed…No, it was impossible. They would have to recruit Irkens to get a big enough army, and no way Lard Nar would do that. Chances are the stupid Irken would go ahead and try to break out anyway.

Lard Nar continued to ponder about the pros and cons of joining up with the Irkens for the rest of the night. And a long night it was….

Tallest Red was fast asleep by the time breakfast came around. It was a disgusting slop, probably scooped out of the dumpsters on Foodcourtia. The hit the former tallest with a stick to wake him up, being as ruthless as they possible could. The red-eyed Irken yelped and rubbed his head.

"Food." The guard grunted, pushing a bowl toward him. Red growled at the guard until it left to bring 'food' to the others. They had given them all a fork to eat with, but Red came up with a better plan for the utensil. Relying on his Pak for the energy that most got from food, Red took the fork and stored it in his Pak, before kicking the bowl out of his cell. He watched the slop pour onto the floor, looking gross and….sticky. Red sighed, sitting back in his place in the corner, closing his eyes and going over his plan again. He would win Lard Nar over again. They would work together to get out of here, and hopefully free others as well.

Maybe that would clear the Irken name. He wasn't sure why exactly everyone hated his Empire, but he planned to change that. He didn't want to be the hate list.

Later that Day…

Dib was sitting in his room, staring blankly at his computer screen. Without Zim to try to expose, his life had gotten boring. He wanted more adventure, with advanced races and machines. He was tired of chasing Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster. He wanted aliens.

Suddenly, out of nowhere his computer started to beep and the screen turned black, little red symbols rolling by. He recognized the symbols from Zim's old base. But how and why would Irken symbols appear on his computer? The human took out his laptop and tried to decode it. He only got a few words…

'…what….galaxy…coordinates…..Earth…..Zim…base'

"Gaz! Come see what I found!" Dib called down the stairs, grabbed his laptop and running down them, tripping and falling down the last three. He ran over to the couch, jumping over the back so he landed next to his sister, who was –as always- absorbed in her video game.

"Look, Gaz! I got an Irken transmission!" Dib exclaimed, holding out his laptop proudly.

"Why do you have to have a voice?" Gaz growled, completely ignoring her brother's excitement.

"But Gaz, do you know what this means?! There's more aliens! They might be coming to Earth, Gaz! I need to get my equipment out! And show this to the Eyeball! And Mysterious Mysteries!" Dib jumped back up. "Isn't this exciting!?"

"No."

Dib frown and gave his sister an annoyed look, before running downstairs.

"Dad! I got an alien transmission! Look, you can't deny this!" Dib burst through the door to his dad's home labs, and over to the tall scientist.

"Silence, son! I thought you were over the whole alien business. Real science shows that there's NO SUCH THING as aliens!" Professor Membrane said, not bothering to look at the computer.

Dib growled in annoyance, and ran off, back to his room. He pulled out his stuff, and climbed onto the roof, settling down to try to pick up more transmissions before telling the Swollen Eyeball and the Mysterious Mysteries people.

Meanwhile on Vort….

Red was finally putting his plan in action. He'd been here far too long…and he refused to stay any longer. He would either get killed, or get out. The guard came by just on cue….

"Excuse me." Red said to get the guard's attention.

"What?" The guard glared at him.

"I have to use the restroom." In the few days he spent here, he had learned that in order to keep it from stinking in the prison, the Meekrob had made multiple bathrooms outside the cells, which prevented anyone from drowning themselves, trying to melt down the metal or make weapons, or anything like that. Meaning, if an inmate had to go –which wasn't really often with most aliens- a guard would have to take them out. They would be handcuffed, of course, but still. Red had a plan, and he planned to use that plan and make it go the way he planned.

In case you were wondering, that transmission Dib got was not fake. In fact, it was sent by a certain character in this story. And the last sentence…I just wanted to see how many times I could put 'plan' in a single sentence…Lol.

Please review and suggest ideas!