Here's chapter nine.
Jitt sat in her tiny little cubicle at the end of the long and narrow Obervatory Central hall, glancing at the files open on her holographic projection screen. Frowning, she typed furiously into her little palm-sized hand computer. Then she turned to a separate keypad on her desk consoul and typed some more. Suddenly her holoscreen blanked out and Deputy Gloosh's face appeared.
"You! Medical Drone!" he growled. Jitt dropped her hand computer with surprize and went scrambling after it.
"Yes sir?" came her voice from under the desk.
"What are you doing down there? Get up here and look at me when I'm talking to you. Show some respect for your superiors!" said Gloosh. He was angry at being assigned toilet cleansing duty, and bullying someone smaller then himself made him feel a great deal better. And Jitt was one of the smallest Irkens in the entire Space Station. Why, she was even an entire half-inch shorter then that ridiculous ex-invader…what was his name… Zim!
"Yes sir," she said her, big blue eyes peering over the edge of the desk. She clambered back up into her strattle-chair, her long dark lashes fluttering wildly. She looked down at her hand computer. The antenna was bent.
"Did you finish that diagnostic brain scan yet?"
"Well, no sir. I was just looking over"-
"You mean you aren't finished yet! What have you been doing all day?" Gloosh grunted.
"I'm sorry, sir. But the stranger has no PAK, so I have to hand-type his genetic history and place it in a medical record before I can even get access to the brain-scan. It's taken me five whole hours just to decipher the data I've been able to gather so far," said Jitt, trying to straighten the antenna of her computer. It snapped off.
"Well, then you can just un-decipher them then. The general doesn't want you to hand-type any records on this guy. Erase everything."
"Erase everything?" Jitt whispered despairingly. Five long tedious hours of work, now gone to waste.
"You heard me. And get that brain scan finished already. I want it done yesterday!"
"But sir! I can't erase the records; the brain scan diagnosis requires"-
"ENOUGH!" roared Deputy Gloosh, silencing the nervous little drone. "You'll do as the General orders, understand? Now get to work!"
"Yes sir."
Deputy Gloosh's face dissappeared. Jitt rubbed her eyes wearily. The Deputy seemed to be in a bad temper. She had better make sure everything went smoothly; her job was at stake. It was very risky, but she knew that there was only one thing left to do…