As Necrose awoke the the only concrete conclusion he could reach though the pain was he could not move. As he regained his mind thou he had to assure himself you can't feel pain in dreams, in front of him was a room that would be better suited in a Science Fiction movie than reality. Nothing but wires and pipes of varies sizes for a ceiling, metal walls with machines built right in making the classification of wall rather abstract, sliding doors that were little more then giant locks, but the most prominent in his mind were nine rounded spikes that jetted from high on the walls four of these, including his own, had varies people in front of them suspended in a light blue mist wile the other four seemed to be off. And a skinnier version of thing from the sewer.

Zim meanwhile had every intention of using him as release to his pent up anger "Speak human".

Necrose was both surprised and confused by this, speak about what? Well if he had a choice his disturbed mind had latched onto a question "What was that picture on that doooor...ramp thing I came in though?"

The diminutive Irkin was thrown off by such an odd question considering where he now was but decided to answer as intellectually as he could "Eh? Picture, door? Explain to Zim."

Although it little more than babble Necrose got what he was trying to say "Before the other...you things walked though where a wall should have been in the sewer and saw me, there there was a picture of some kind".

Zim's antenna perked in realization "Oh that was the Irkin symbol, my species uses it for there empire like how you dirt creatures use flags for a country".

This only led to another question for him "Then why was that same picture on that chunk of metal that crashed with the the meteors a few days ago?"

Remembering such a victory put Zim in a much happier mood, so much so he forgot the torture for now "Simple, I caused it".

This caught Necrose off guard "Really? Wow I have to give credit where credit is do, I'm impressed".

The response was so unexpected Zim could not understand how this could come from a torture victim, fortunately Necrose decided to elaborate "I mean I've started a few fires and committed murders but in all my life I have only killed about seventy nine people, but you managed to level an entire city and kill hundreds wile leaving three times more homeless in just one day".

Praise from another was something rather foreign to Zim, so much so that it struck him hard enough to think of a way to use this human instead of the original plan to see how long he could survive with liquid bones "So you are willing to kill and destroy if at all able?"

He simply gave Zim a look that suggested it was the most obvious thing in the world "Yes"

For what Zim had in mind he needed more info "Any other abilities? Computer skills maybe?"

These questions were confusing Necrose more and more "What is this a job interview?"

Zim nodded approvingly having completely mistaken the sarcastic remark as a sign of reasoning "Precisely, I need followers if I am to conquer and rule all in my path"

Respect or not he was a solo murderer and an unstable one as well why would anyone offer something like that to him "Why should I join you?"

It was now Zim's turn to stare like the answer was obvious "Because Zim can give you access to weapons and abilities beyond your mud ball civilization plus the option to kill beyond Earth".

That was very tempting "But would it not be better if you recruited among your own kind?"

Zim inwardly smiled as he knew this would drive it home "I was exiled by The Empire making it my enemy, in fact aside from Skoodge and maybe fifty or so robots the entire universe is considered the enemy"

Just as the Irkin predicted Necrose loved the idea of having that many targets "What do I need to do exactly?"

His potential boss was trying to sound as evil as he could and for once succeeding "First you are to go into surgery for an …... upgrade, and in nine hours you are to kill an Irkin that is on the way in a one on one duel to the death as a test"

Necrose knew his answer when Zim said kill "Alright I join"

Dib was fiddling with a box shaped device with wires that looked more like treads from a toy tank do to how flat they were yet still segmented to allow flexibility. But paused when he heard the door open and close and asked as submissively as possible "Gaz I er... know you probably want to watch TV but I just hooked up this device from Tak's ship that should give me information an Zim's kind that I can use so could I please watch it?"

Gaz would unabashedly admit this question alone was considered enough to beat up her brother, but fortunately for both siblings this was a good opportunity for Gaz to learn about Irkins "Just shut up and start it already whiner"

Dib was visibly ecstatic with his sisters uncharacteristic kindness "Great, oh thank you Gaz your the best"

At this point the young monster's patience wore thin with seeing someone happy and punched him in the stomach wile hissing "Start it"

Being the well trained person he is he obeyed. Without another word he finished connecting the alien information cube into the TV wile Gaz sat herself down on the couch. When Dib was done the box began to glow a soft pink as the Irkin symbol came on the screen in the background as an Irkin male about three inches taller then Zim with light purple eyes and most distinctive of all an unusual metal piercing on his left antenna with a wire connecting it to his PAK.

The Irkin on the screen began as if holding a lecture "Irkins are the most advanced race in the known universe and therefore the superior race in existence"

Our young paranormal investigator could only roll his eyes at such obvious dogma "Is there entire species egotistical?"

The image on the TV glared right at him in response "Well if you know so much about Irkins why do you need me in the first place?"

Both Membrane siblings jumped in surprise with Gaz asking "Why would anyone make you able to talk back?"

The Irkin image snickered at there expense "Almost all Irkin technology is interactive, makes it easier to use it without any training and get the information they need faster"

Dib eagerly took this as an invite "Well you can start by telling me all Irkin weaknesses"

His reply was not to his liking "A species can't have a true weakness you idiot, though I will admit that the Empire's dependance on technology might qualify, and we do have an acidic reaction to a recently discovered substance called 'wetter' but it is rare outside the small corner of the universe around the planet where it was first found"

Understandingly Dib was disappointed by that as his archenemy already had access to his machines and found a way around how water effected him "Okay what can you tell me about any noteworthy Irkin enemies"

The data software got a bored look "While the entire unconquered parts of the universe are against us the Meekrob from a planet of the same name are the only species that can really fight the Irkin Armada strait on"

Dib greatly perked up remembering that name from his own experience dealing with Zim and a false reality "Tell me more about them"

The Irkin sighed as an image of the species appeared next to him "They are a starbound people, though that might change soon due to a new alliance they have. They are beings of pure energy that are thousands of years behind Irkins technologically but they make up for that by having natural abilities like telepathy, telekinesis, psychokinesis, and invulnerability to anything but high energy weapons".

Again Dib was disappointed, short of mass genetic engineering there was no way to give human-kind psychic power. Gaz took his depression as an invite for her questions "What do Irkins eat exactly?"

The image stared at her for a few seconds having forgotten she was there after dealing with a possible Empiric enemy like Dib "Irkins survive on a diet of pure sugar though they often add other ingredients for taste".

Gaz looked curiously at this "You mean like a bug?"

Glorified interaction software had the image nod "Yes. That really shouldn't be surprising Irkins are a mix of insect and reptile qualities in a humanoid form."

Dib saw the wisdom in knowing Zim's necessary life cycles as a way to use against him via deprivation, torture, or predicting his future actions "What about there sleep patterns?"

The fake Irkin turned back to Dib "Irkins don't need sleep as long as they remain healthy and eat regularly, but they can still go to sleep as a recreational activity at the risk of the unused energy turning into fat."

He thought about that, it would explain why his secret spy cameras showed the maniacal Irkin around his base at all hours of the night and couldn't for the life of him find a sleeping area or chamber but he could never find a real bathroom ether, not counting the elevator toilet thing. A thought suddenly struck awkward though it was "How about...how they...use...the...er deposit body waste?"

A wicked smile came over the images face at the boy's modesty "They don't, the Irkin squeedilyspooch

converts as much as it can into chemical and then electrical energy whats left is pumped into the PAK and vaporized in a mini fusion reactor."

Gaz was taken by surprise just how connected an Irkins PAK was to something as biological as digestion "Yeah what is with those PAK things anyway?"

Furrowing his antenna in annoyance at such an 'obvious' question he said "The PAK is the most important part of an Irkin as it contains their personality and memories as well as serves as storage for the many cybernetic parts to an Irkin, both vital and weaponry, and acts as the life support system for them so much so that an Irkin can not live long without theirs, it also controls the chemical reactions in the brain to monitor and command all emotion and thought"

Gaz was starting to see what kind of life an Irkin lived on their own but realized if she became one she needed their social structure "What about leadership?"

The image looked hesitant to answer "That is a complex question for Irkins, as I just said an Irkin is controlled by their Pak. What I did not say yet is that the PAK is in turned controlled and monitored by the most advanced AI computers in the known universe called Control Brains. Technically The Empire has its own cast system with the largest Irkin at the time as their leader, known as The Tallest. But every individual, Tallest included, is controlled to some degree by the Control Brains which are then controlled by their programing to serve The Irkin Empire. Throw in the skaatel creatures they enslave and you have an entire culture based on the most efficient order in history total slavery."

Dib, for the one and only time in his life, actually felt some pity for Zim if that was what he went through his entire life, but it brought one question to him "How could they keep a species going with that kind of system? Eventually someone would refuse to give their kid up, or question if he really like his wife, or something."

The fake Irkin decided a little history lessen was in-order to truly answer the question "In olden times Irkin mating consisted of choosing a mate based off of genetic superiority identified by scent, and what was called the blenk, you see an Irkin male's...I think you call it sperm is located in the blood. The blenk was basically just the male and female clawing at each other until both bleed enough for the...sperm to enter the female and join with the egg. After fertilization the newly formed Irkins, witch were from two to five with three being the most common, more or less became parasites eating their mother from the inside out, even if the she died from the blenk, until they forced their way out". He took a moment to shrug indifferently "Naturally when the technology came they fully embraced cloning by their governments of the time and as a bonus the natural Irkin life cycle made artificial wombs easy. Now a days Irkins take basic D.N.A make an egg and sperm cell, put them together in a tank and just let the clones develop into individuals, genetically speaking. As a result no Irkin cares enough about another to rebel for them"

This would explain why Irkins liked violence to such an extreme, nature literally breed them to. The questioning went on for several more hours until both siblings were satisfied, and in the end it greatly helped Gaz decide to become an Irkin.

In a small room Zim was leaning over the body of Necrose on an operation table in the middle of the room, joined to a metal arm coming from the ceiling along with five long tentacles that were moving varies items around the whole room.

Zim himself was using a scalpel, that looked like a miniature scythe with the blade carved the wrong way, to cut though skin "Hmm the syntho skin is less durable then expected I will have to compensate with a second layer".