AHAHAHA! I will soon rule the universe! Oops! Sorry, I was practicing.
Ehem! Now then! On to more levels of insanity! I don't own ZIIIIM!
Chapter 28
Mars Vs. Massive Part 2
Chase
Zim sat in the pilot seat of mars. It was a fast ship for a planet. This time would not be one for fighting. This time, they had to run.
Run. And try to survive. Zim's eyes narrowed. He hated running. He HATED it. It was cowardly. However, the situation had forced Zim into an unfortunate position. He opened the throttle and activated the boosters.
A stream of energy beams slithered past mars, missing it by a whisker. Zim yanked upwards on the steering wheel and pulled up into a tight spin. He twisted mars upright and shot forth, leading the armada into any form of obstacle or difficulty that he could. That meant asteroids, black holes, ANYTHING.
Only half of the armada pursued him. They were made up mainly of Shuvvers and other offensive ships. The other half went after the Seeker. That half was made up of Spittle Runners and other perusal craft.
The following two segments are happening simultaneously. You can read them in any order you want!
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MARS
Zim spun about, trying to lose the Shuvvers. They were slow and clunky, but they had thick armor and powerful weapons. Mars was more maneuverable, but it only had regenerated one of its moons. Not enough to take out two hundred and fifty Shuvvers.
He maneuvered the ship sharply around an asteroid, providing temporary cover, which the Shuvvers would probably just blast out of their way. Swiftly Zim pulled into a fast dive, slipping under the Shuvvers. He shot forward and smashed through several of the Shuvvers, causing confusion among the pilots.
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"What the hell?" One of the pilots muttered as Zim slid through them like a hot knife through butter.
"Did you see that?" A voice crackled over his comm. unit. "He's nuts!"
The pilot grinned. "Hey, a challenge will be good for us!" he replied.
"Not if we die!" Replied the second pilot.
"Well, Idon't want to live forever."
"You're crazy Sarkon!"
"That's why I'm a soldier Joc." Sarkon replied smirking, as he shot after Zim.
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Zim grinned at the damage he had done. It hadn't been much, but it was something. Sharply he twisted around for a moment to survey his pursuers.
There were about a hundred and twenty left. Not bad.
He turned back and his grin widened. The Spittle Runners that were after the Seeker were directly in front of him. He activated the most powerful boosters on the ship and plowed through them, destroying yet another number of enemy ships.
Zim snapped his head back and began to laugh maniacally. Evil laughter felt so good… so… right.
You don't have to be evil to enjoy an evil laugh now and then. Zim thought cheerfully.
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SEEKER
Lard Nar yanked on the 'Joystick' to turn the ship and tear away from the Runners. He doubted it was wise to allow Zim the liberty of flying mars, but he felt a tad sorry for him after Tina had kicked him.
He winced and felt a phantom pain he hoped never to experience…
Sharply he turned and evaded an energy web, which would leave them dead in the water and completely helpless if it hit them.
He pulled about and struggled to maintain control as the ship violently tilted to one side.
Suddenly a proximity alarm began to flash wildly. Lard Nar glanced at the screen and saw a Needler shooting directly at them.
A Needler was a kamikaze sort of ship. It was piloted by Irkens, specially trained to do so. It would ram enemy ships, embed themselves into the sides and then explode horrendously. He pulled into a steep dive, hoping to outmaneuver the ship.
Lard Nar grimaced as the Needler exploded behind them, sending out a plume of blue fire.
He glanced at the monitors and his eyes widened. The Spittle runners were almost upon them.
Blasted pursuit ships. Lard Nar thought darkly. They were fast and agile ships. Much faster than even the Seeker. Imagine comparing a Japanese Zero from WWII to a P-51 Mustang. Not nice odds when there are two hundred and fifty vessels. One-on-one they might have stood more of a chance…
Lard Nar twisted the ship about, in time to see mars plowing through the Runners. The Vortian grinned.
Thank you Zim.
"And to think," Tina muttered. "If I had never kicked him Lard Nar probably wouldn't have let him fly mars."
"Maybe it's some really screwed-up kind of divine intervention?" X suggested.
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On one of the spittle runners, the pilot was pissed.
"HE DESTROYED MORE THAN HALF OF OUR SHIPS BY RAMMING THEM?" She snarled. Swiftly she manipulated the controls to turn the ship towards the Seeker.
But before she could a voice echoed over the comm. unit.
"All units. All units stand down. We are retreating. Repeat, we are retreating."
"You're kidding me…" the female Irken muttered darkly as she obeyed the order.
"I'll kill them." She decided. "Not now, but I WILL kill them. The name Kish will go down in history."
Kish nodded solemnly. "Yes…" She hissed darkly. "And my revenge will be complete. You'll pay for what you did Tina… You'll pay…"
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"I coulda guessed that would happen." Sarkon commented to Joc. "I think that after this I'll go after that guy as a bounty hunter, not a soldier."
Joc snorted. "That's exactly what I was thinking you'd say. I heard you say that five seconds before you said it.
"And you expect to stop me?"
"No. Not really. Have fun. Enjoy your death."
"Gee. Thanks."
Well that was a nice long chappie! …Did I just say chappie?
…I'm not English you know.
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