Gaz could feel that they had landed. Within moments of this, somehow she was transported to a cell.
As cells went, it wasn't too bad, at least to Gaz. An air of doom flowed freely throughout the small space, creatures darting through the shadows and slime oozed from the ceiling. All in all, Gaz thought it would be a perfect place to torture anyone.
Movement came from the corner of her eye and Gaz, without realizing it, formed a defensive position. She glared into the shadows till a decrepit figure separated from it.
"Who are you?" the Irken demanded.
Gaz raised an eyebrow. "Why do all Irkens try to act superior to everything, even in the oddest circumstances?"
"Answer my question and I'll let you live." Lasers popped out of the Irken's PAK.
Gaz scoffed. "Attack me and you'll never get out alive."
"You expect me to believe that?" the pink eyed Irken said. "Meekrob built this place and only Meekrob can get out! Believe me, I wouldn't be here if there was a way out."
Gaz allowed herself to smirk. "This place is riddled with ways to escape."
***not far from planet Meekrob***
With a flash of light, a voot cruiser entered the third dimension. Inside it, an Irken Defect was trying to distract a crazed robot while a human remained frozen to his seat from pure shock.
With GIR successfully calmed, Zim stared at Dib with mild curiosity. He reached out a claw and was about to poke to boy in the back of his head when Dib spoke.
"I never want to go to the fourth dimension again as long as I live."
Zim shrugged, slightly grateful that he wouldn't have to deal with a traumatized Dib. "Meh. Every third and second dimension dweller feels that way when they travel to the fourth dimension."
Dib's natural curiosity showed. "Things live in the second dimension?"
"Of course, inferior human! Did you think it was just empty? I'll bet you think the tenth dimension is empty as well."
"Mastah!" shouted GIR, pointing out the window. "I see the pretty lady! Hi pretty lady!"
The two were at the window in less than a second. The frozen form of Gaz stuck out on the glittering surface of Meekrob. The glowing forms of life were almost invisible as they took the hybrid human below the surface of the planet.
"Now all we have to do is go down and rescue her!" Dib grinned.
A sexless voice resounded through the ship. "Irken vessel. You are entering non-Irken space. You will come with us."
Zim acted fast. Swerving and looping, he darted towards the planet below. The ship, upon reaching said surface, crashed into one of the pillars of crystal. The world blackened for Zim and Dib.
Gaz and the Irken stared as two beings melted through the ceiling. Zim came to first, rubbing his temple.
"What are you doing here, Zim?" demanded the Irken, catching Zim's attention.
"None of your business, Tenn," growled the defective.
"I never expected to see the 'almighty' Zim to be associated with lesser species."
Zim paused and glared back at her. "Many things have changed while you've been imprisoned by lesser species, Tenn."
Tenn growled and prepared to lung, but Gaz stared her down. Dib took this moment to wake up.
"Ow…Why do you always end up crashing into something when you fly, Zim?" Dib sat up and looked around. "Hey! Where'd GIR go?"
***meanwhile on the surface***
The sparky aliens kept following GIR, as he ran through the shiny things. GIR had watched them take Master and Big Head after the pretty lady so he knew they would be all right. He could play tag with the sparky creatures for now.
"Get back here, little robot!" the funny voice said, causing GIR to laugh and use his jets to go faster.
Suddenly, the insane robot broke free of the tall, shiny things and found himself in a sad place.
"Aww," GIR whimpered. "Dah pretty is all gone!"
The sparky creatures stopped at the end of the shiny place, but when GIR got distracted by the absence of Meekrobian crystals, they left, leaving the robot to deal with the horrible fate that was sure to meet him.
GIR, after crying that the pretty was gone, pulled Minimoose and a toy pig out of his head. Laughing, he squeezed the pig, making it squeak.
"Nyaa?" Minimoose asked.
"I don' know!" GIR answered happily. "Me and da sparky guys were playin' tag an' then the pretty ended and I cried an' now I play wit Pig!"
"Nya nya?"
"Master wit the pretty lady and Big Head. They're playin' with the sparky guys!"
Minimoose sighed but figured that Master could take care of himself. GIR would probably mess up whatever plan he had anyway. The robot contented itself by floating happily.
GIR's eyes went red and it looked at something, but they turned blue again and he waved. "Intruder! Hi!"
A SIR unit walked up to them and scanned them. It giggled and held out an axe.
"Master told us not to play with hurty things," GIR smiled. "Where's your Master?"
"Master gone! Don' knows where she went! Wanna play wiff me an' the others?" the SIR chirped.
"YAY!" GIR was lead off to a large group of malfunctioning SIR units.
"Hi!" they waved at him.
GIR pulled a cupcake, a taco, and a pizza out of his head. "Want some?"
The SIRs took the food and stuck dynamite and other weapons into it, earning a scolding form GIR.
"No! That would hurt people! Hurting bad!"
"I don't wanna hurt people," sniffed a SIR.
"Me neither," the rest of the SIRs soon agreed.
"Hurty things hurt people," explained GIR, "but hugs are nice."
The robot smiled and hugged itself. One by one, the SIRs eyes turned from red to blue.
***back in the cell***
"Knowing GIR, that robot is either eating, sleeping, or 'playing' with the natives," sighed Zim. "But that doesn't concern us now! We must escape!"
"Fools! There is no escape!" Tenn threw up here claws in defeat. "Don't you think I would have escaped if I could? Why would I spend my life wasting away down here? A place where you may not see another, even mildly, intelligent being! A place where you have to eat filthy wall lichen if you want to survive! There is no escape from this hell!"
"Be quiet!" Gaz commanded. "How about a deal? We get you out of this cell and you get us off of this planet."
Tenn narrowed her eyes in distrust as the hybrid female held out her hand.
"In my people's culture, people agree on a deal often by shaking hands," Gaz explained.
"I accept your compromise but I will not touch you," Tenn straightened, eyeing Zim.
"Whatever." Gaz's eyes began to glow purple and all four of them were suddenly on the surface, surrounded by Meekrob.
"Run!" shouted Tenn and the rest followed her.
"Why are we running?" Zim demanded, easily keeping pace with the Irken female. "We should fight!"
"You want to get put back in a cell? Stop running and fight them then! I know a place where we can be safe."