"My Tallest. To what honor is it that you are here?" Lard Nar chirped as he risen up from his seat.

Examining all around him, Zim laid his eyes finally on his once trusted solider. It was his fault really to trust a former member of the Resisty. Smiling at him, he indicated everyone should sit back down. "Is there a reason that needs to be given for me to visit?"

Shifting his eyes to the right then back to him, he replied in a slight drawl. "Nooooo."

Noting his eye shift, Zim just pretended to look ahead of him. "Excellent. Now tell me if there is anything... Dire to touch upon."

"Well um what do you mean, my Tallest?"

"Well for one thing, any news on the spy on the Resisty ship?"

Sweating a little, he replied, "Well no, in fact, I haven't heard from him for quite a while now."

"Well, isn't that a bit odd for you?"

Cracking his neck, he replied with a tiny bit more confidence. "Actually no. When I first started out on the Resisty and I spied, sometimes it took days before I would be able to report in."

Chuckling, Zim waved his hand in the air. "I never was imprinted to be a spy, so that is why I'm asking you about this. I honestly don't know how it is on the other side."

Chuckling with him, Lard Nar relaxed more. "True, because there are many who have to be trained in that speciality."

"Correct." Zim replied. "You are doing an excellent job here, I am going down to check on other things, before heading back to Earth. I just felt like having a face to face with you, even if it was brief."

Smiling at him, he bowed. "No problem, my Tallest. We shall speak again soon." As soon as Zim vanished, he mumbled. "Idiot."

"Our faces were seen on a day to day basis" Her mother spoke. "We never kept ourselves hidden away, like I know they are doing now. We wanted everyone to be comfortable with us. To trust us. My grandfather spoke how much it is nice to treat others like they matter."

"The thing they didn't notice is that while I was on my journey as far away as possible from there, I planted a device to record their every movement. I watched this as I navigated my cruiser. So there I didn't have any premonitions, just suspicions. They were told about us being brought in, BUT death. Oh no. Death, was something to be uncovered by someone of position." She paced a little.

"How do I explain all of this without it being lost in total confusion? Even while I'm talking about all this, I start getting confused by it, and really I have to force myself to keep talking. Red and Purple told them to remain hidden in those chambers. They said that they are 'related' to us, when really they are nothing but hired morons." Laughing at the absurd nature again, she stopped to focus on the camera. "Gaz, I know it will be you who will be reviewing all this one day. You will be taking my place. I have confidence in you."

"My daughter, the Elders robes are the most powerful. The others are taught to respect them. They may be all men on there right now, and I'm not sure if they still are by time you see this, but sweetheart, that robe is your ticket to get the respect you need. You will still need a Tallest there to help stop a war from happening, since really it will be you and him, but baby you can do it."

Gaz stared in the mirror, with the Elder robe on, which was really just a fitted riders jacket. Short in the front and tapers long at the back. She didn't bother putting her mom's image on. She just wanted see what it would look like on. While the style of jacket actually wasn't so bad, she might have to change the colors. Closing her eyes, she kept picturing her moms face along with every memorization of each word she has said so far.

"I liked, Purple, and I did know he asked my father for permission to become my mate. Really, as I said, I liked him, and I'm not saying this because of your dad. Out of any planet I can crash land on and be found by the inhabitant, I'm glad it was here and by him. It sounds cliche, but it is true. He made me feel like I truly matter and that I'm truly loved. I know one day you both will have that too."

Opening her eyes back up, she turned herself into her mom, and blinked out of there.

Foodcourtia. Zim shuddered several times as he stood around. The sites and smells of this place. Ugh and the things wandering around. Really, there were Irkens and other cultures around, but here, since he didn't have fond memories of it, he found himself almost gagging literally in front of millions.

"I am not complaining about Bloaties to Gaz ever again, because this is disgusting on a mass scale." He promised himself.

Getting stopped by some fellow Irkens and him exchanging pleasantries with them, he found himself within eye shot of Shloogorgh's Flavor Monster. Taking a deep breath, he puffed himself up and marched right up to it and through the door.

"Zimmmmm..." Sizz-Lor's baritone voice rang out. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Sizz-Lor, as your Tallest, I have to speak to you about something urgent." Zim replied not allowing him to frighten him.

Letting a scoff out at that, he said. "Well as you can see I have a business to run here, so that is my urgent."

Crossing his arms, Zim shook his head. "As much as I admire that, I still must request it now, and in private."

Laughing at him, Sizz-Lor turned his back on him to return to the kitchen. "Go away, Zim."

Squinting his eyes at his retreating rotund back, Zim ran fully into him tackling him into the kitchen. Separating from him, Zim quickly prepared himself for his onslaught. "You never turn your back on a Tallest."

Grunting onto his feet finally, he tried to reach for Zim, but he jumped back in time. "But it is fine for them to turn their back on you, is that correct?"

"I don't know what they did to you and how you really ended up here, but I'm not here to throw water on you." Zim replied avoiding another attack. Annoyed, he fired his gun on him, putting some netting around him securing him to the wall.

"Let me out of this, Zim or else when I finally am I will..."

"Go ahead, but you know what happens when you do carry out that threat." Zim glared at him. "I came here feeling that if anyone can do some good, is you. I have a traitor in my midst who let out an entire planet full of prisoners."

"So what?"

"Do' Elgtric. That particular planet, and I have no clue where they are." Zim had to now talk in harsh whispers to him.

Eyes widening, he said. "Oh" Dumbfounded.

"I'm not asking you to find each and every prisoner, even though I think I have a possible clue where they might end up. Well at least some. The Resisty."

"Let me out of this, this isn't a place to talk." He growled.

Releasing him, Zim watched as he issued orders to one of the other employees, and indicted he should follow. "If this is a trick, Sizz-Lor..."

"It isn't, because I'm sure we have plenty of more to talk about then that." Going upstairs, he opened the door up to his apartment, and when Zim walked in, he secured it from prying eyes and ears. "Alright, Zim, spill."

An hour and some minutes later, Zim stared at his impassive face waiting for an answer. He felt like he was trying to move a mountain with his bare claws.

"Alright Zim. I'm in." Smiling sinisterly, he added. "Time to introduce me formerly to this traitor."

Knowing that Sizz-Lor was a stickler for order and not a lover of chaos, he knew this was a great thing for him to see him. He still hated Foodcourtia.