CHAPTER 2: General Zim

This will be a rather short chapter, and serves to give a better perspective of how things are in this Irken-contolled world of my fanfic. Several more crucial players in this story are introduced herin as well, so it's a fallback to the old adage of "Quality is better than quantity".

Three figures sat at a wide table in the dim room. An Irken with ruby colored eyes sat in the center seat, wearing a military uniform adorned with all of the medals and insignia to designate him as not only an officer, not only a general, but THE general, Zim. To his left, sat two humans, members of the police detective force. The three looked up attentively as the large screen on the wall facing them came to life. Two Irkens stood, looking between the three beings present in the room. The two Irkens carried themselves with an aristocratic, arrogant air. They could do so, afterall, as they were the Almighty Tallest, leaders of the Irken Order. Finally, the silent tension in the room was broken.

"General Zim." Tallest Red said gravely on the giant screen, which was positioned for an unobstructed view of the meeting room. "What are your results so far in the bombing?" Zim sat in the center of a wide table, looking up at the enormous figures of his leaders on the screen, looming over the room.

"I have fabricated a story that the explosion was caused by a gas leak and an incompetant guard smoking a cigarrette. I will use this excuse to levy a higher tobacco tax, which can be used to better fund your operations, my Tallest."

"That's excellent, Zim." Purple said offhandedly. "But have you located the real culprits yet?"

"No, sirs." Zim admitted. "We've had little luck finding this masked man, whoever he is."

"We put you in charge of Earth's I.O. Military against our better judgement." Red reprimanded. "And you sit there and tell us that you haven't found out who blew up one of our most importaint buildings in broad daylight?"

"Actually, sirs, it was in the middle of the night." Zim replied nervously.

"No excuse, soldier." Purple said. "Again, have you made any progress in finding the ones responsible at all?"

"Well, sirs," Zim replied, fidgeting. "I believe...that would fall to the detective force."

"Very well." Red sighed. "Chief Detective Bill, your usual conspiracy crap aside, have you gotten any information on the felons?" An older man in a black suit and grey trench coat, who had been sitting two chairs to the left of Zim looked up from his notes.

"We have obtained photographs of course," Detective Bill replied. "But the fact that the one perpetrator was wearing what looks like a Halloween costume makes positive I.D. impossible." He was interrupted by Tallest Red clearing his throat.

"We have banned the celebration of all Earthen holidays, in case you have forgotten." Tallest Red said angrily. "So there will be no more talk of this 'Halloween."

"Sorry, my...leaders." Bill sighed, almost pained. "We have been working on identifying the girl who was seen with him, though." A small smile cossed his face for an almost imperceptable moment. "She's Irken." The two leaders frowned wrathfully.

"What a pity." Tallest Purple said. "We'd expect this type of rebellious behavior from a human, but one of our own kind? They know better."

"True. True." Tallest Red agreed. "Detective, you and your men find this defective Irken at all cost. And while your at it, try to do your jobs and find this 'Halloweeny' bomber guy too, huh? Hopefully, you'll do better than your military counterparts." Zim cringed angrily at the remark, but still managed to show respect for his beloved leaders.

"I will do my best, my Tallest." Zim remarked.

"Then do it." Tallest Red said bitterly. "End transmission." The screen went black.

If you have seen V for Vendetta, but are still in the dark about the portrayal of the IZ characters so far (little reason as to why you should be), then Zim is like a Mr. Creedy, Bill is Detective Finch, and the Tallest are the High Chancellor Sutler of this story. Little to say, much more to write, so till chapter 3, cheerio.