I, Elana Vital, do not own any Invader Zim…. Stuffness.
"I just don't understand it", said Jitt sitting in the back of the cruiser, nursing her bruised head. "Why would they arrest you? Normally, people of height are treated with respect and indulgence. I mean, I always imagined I would meet my end with something like this some time or another. But you?"
"I don't know. I don't know and I don't care. I'm sorry for you, because I know you've lived your whole life with these people, but I say good riddance. I want nothing to do with their kind. I'm from Earth, and that's where I plan to stay," Bobby said gruffly from the cockpit.
Jitt's antennae drooped sadly. All her life she'd been told that foreign planets were savage and disgusting, and now she had no choice but to be exiled to one with this strange, tall young Irken. When she first was awarded the position of medical service drone, she had a vague hope that perhaps things would start looking up for her. It isn't every day a lowly drone gets to work on an Irken Space Station. She had hoped upon hopes that perhaps now she could make a decent life for herself. But now all of those hopes were gone. Silently, her big blue eyes filled with tears and they spilled down her green cheeks in little rivers.
Glancing over his shoulder, Bobby noticed her crying. "Hey hey hey", he whispered gently, rising from the cockpit and sitting next to her. "Take it easy…. Don't cry, Jitt… It'll be ok, you'll see."
"You just don't get it," she said, wiping her cheeks, " It's over. It's all over. I don't have a job, and-and now I don't even have a place in my own society. I'm finished!" She burst into sobs.
Bobby put an arm around her and handed her a red bandana from his pocket. She buried her face in the bandana and blew her nose with a squeaky honk.
" Aw Jitt, don't say that. You aren't finished. Come now, it's going to be alright. Don't worry… I know it isn't what you're used to, but Earth isn't as bad as you'd think. You can come live with Mom and me, and we'll tell everyone you're a second cousin, or a friend of a friend of a friend or something. Back home, people don't judge you because of how tall you are, and things are a lot easier to handle. Trust me, you'll like Earth…" Bobby soothed.
"Don't you get it?" Jitt cried, " They're after you! I don't know why, but you've somehow managed to anger the Almighty Tallest, and they won't rest until they find you. Your little Earth will not even stand a chance against the Irken Armada. They're going to come after us, Bobby. We're doomed!"
Bobby's face fell. What if she was right? Then something occurred to him. He quickly stood up and started searching the circuit panels of the cruiser wall.
"What is it?" asked Jitt, sniffling.
" I just realized there might be some sort of tracking device on this thing that'll lead them to us. I don't want them to find out the exact coordinates of our location. Maybe we can buy some time if we get to Earth before they do. I don't know… Maybe we can warn the humans of the coming of the Irken Armada; rally up some kind of defense… Ah! I got it!" Bobby said, pulling out a box from a compartment in the wall. It beeped and warbled, connected to several wires in the system. With a jerk, he ripped it from its connections, and smashed the box with a stomp of his foot.
" I have a human friend on Earth who knows about the Irken Empire. His alias is Agent Mothman. He tried to warn me about what the Irkens were like, but I guess I was just so excited I didn't listen. He's very smart, I think he might even be a secret agent for the United Nations or something. He'll know what to do. If he can tell everyone about the Irken's plan to attack the Earth, everyone'll join together. We can fight this," said Bobby, climbing back into the cockpit. "I know we can."
He pressed a few symbols on the touch screen, preparing to send a transmission.
"Wait, wait! What are you doing? You can't send a transmission; they might be able to track the use of the Irken technology," Jitt warned.
" I'm just going to send a quick message to my Mom. I have to to warn her. Maybe she can find Agent Mothman and give him a heads up. Besides, I'm sure she's worried sick; she hasn't heard from me in over two months," he said.
"Alright, but please be quick about it," Jitt said nervously.
"Preparing to record Transmission," said the male voice of the computer. "Recording…"
"Mom! It's me, Bobby. You have to listen to me; we're in a lot of trouble! I went to Irken Territory, and things went horribly wrong…" Bobby began. He told her everything that happened, about the Irken conquests, and about the possibility of the Irken Armada attacking Earth.
"You have to find Agent Mothman so he can help us stop this. I've never met him in person, but I know he can do something. The Tallests are going to get more then what they bargained for if we can team up against them," Bobby said. "Be safe, Mom. Please. I love you, and I'll see you soon… End transmission…"
Now there was nothing left to do but hope upon hopes again.
That's it for now. LaterE.V.