AN: I own only the plot here, Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon own all recognizable characters, places, etcetera. I am merely a lowly table-head service drone who's saved up enough monies to buy herself a small clunky computer on which to type.
End Transmission,
by Quaxo
It had not come like this filthy planet's thunder and lightening --- loud and surprising. It had not hit him like this disgusting planet's oceany waves of pain.
It had come to him like this planet's primitive way lighting a room, like a flick of a switch. Where there was darkness, there suddenly was light --- only without the dramatic orchestra banging loudly in the background.
Perhaps he'd been living with these dirty humans for too long. Their whole society functioned on subtle signs. He'd learned in the few Earth years he'd been here that the best way to convince them that he was not an alien or in any way different than them was to not mention it all. Denial, in human eyes, was as good as a confession of guilty.
He'd moved up slightly in the social chain when he'd stopped denying his alien heritage. Away from the 'weirdo' section and into the 'just bizzare' section with Dib's younger sister Gaz. While not associated with freely, he didn't recieve damaging blows to his superior organs with the recess balls either. They feared him, and that was all he asked for.
While he had gotten very good at reading the human's second language, it had taken him ages to translate that knowledge into his communications with the Tallest.
Their smugness he had always justified as the fact that they were a higher being than him and his fellow, shorter, Irkens. Their condescending tone towards him was merely his own fault, he had not yet conquered Earth... The fact he had not recieved any support from the Armada since he had arrived here was only because the Tallest had faith that he could accomplish this mission on his own, and they had sent the Armada to assist those 'weaker' Invaders...
The realization that the Tallest had no actual interest in Earth, that this whole mission had been a way to get **rid** of him without resorting to homicide, had --- had hurt. However, in a way some part of him (who'd been unfortunately silent until the crushing blow had been delivered...) had known and had been preparing him for such a moment.
It had been revealed to him through no fault of the Tallest. They had treated him with the usual disdain and mocking cruelty that had always been apart of their conversations.
The glint in their eyes was what had tipped him off. It was not interest, or even boredom with his report, but amusement. He was informing them he had failed, once more, to overthrow the humans, or even defeat the measley Dib-pig. This was something they should not have found funny...
He had asked, out of nowhere, what exactly they planned to actually **do** with Earth, once he'd decimated the wildlife. They'd looked at him blankly then, and it only confirmed the suspiscions he wished he wasn't having.
"I'm supposed to die here, aren't I?" He'd asked flatly. The Tallest looked shocked and since they could not quickly enough form a placating excuse, they opted, for once, on the truth.
"Yes, yes you are, Zim." Red had scowled. He seemed to have given them a questioning look, because the Tallest continued, "You wreak havoc wherever you go Zim. You nearly destroyed all of Conventia during Impending Doom One. If Tak is to be believed, than you also shut down half the testing system on Devastis, mis-sorting thousands of possible Invaders. There's simply no place in the Irken military for a fool like you."
He'd cut the connection then, out of a smeet-like way of trying to deny what he was hearing. It was bitter marlorian to eat, to know that his efforts to serve the Tallest to the best of his capacity were thought of with shame or patronization.
He had not a clue of what to do with himself now. Preparing Earth for an invasion was moot, and he'd never desired to actually rule over Earth. He supposed he could still venture out in the Universe, but he'd rather not be mocked wherever he went.
There was no real reason to leave Earth. His vast superiority over these humans would ensure he could live quite comfortably. Not that he needed it: the Tallest might have wanted him dead, but they were not going to dirty their hands to do it, although it would be wise to find some alternatives to depending totally on those who despised him.
He could survive here --- perhaps he would not be happy, but living and breathing beat dead hands down anyday.
Even if he did have to share his air with these pathetic humans.
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Inspiration pulls me to continue this... I don't know though. I tried to be true to Zim's character... but if you guys think I wasn't, please tell me! Any suggestions are GREATLY appreciated, and will be considered equal to an order from the Tallest!
End Transmission,
by Quaxo
It had not come like this filthy planet's thunder and lightening --- loud and surprising. It had not hit him like this disgusting planet's oceany waves of pain.
It had come to him like this planet's primitive way lighting a room, like a flick of a switch. Where there was darkness, there suddenly was light --- only without the dramatic orchestra banging loudly in the background.
Perhaps he'd been living with these dirty humans for too long. Their whole society functioned on subtle signs. He'd learned in the few Earth years he'd been here that the best way to convince them that he was not an alien or in any way different than them was to not mention it all. Denial, in human eyes, was as good as a confession of guilty.
He'd moved up slightly in the social chain when he'd stopped denying his alien heritage. Away from the 'weirdo' section and into the 'just bizzare' section with Dib's younger sister Gaz. While not associated with freely, he didn't recieve damaging blows to his superior organs with the recess balls either. They feared him, and that was all he asked for.
While he had gotten very good at reading the human's second language, it had taken him ages to translate that knowledge into his communications with the Tallest.
Their smugness he had always justified as the fact that they were a higher being than him and his fellow, shorter, Irkens. Their condescending tone towards him was merely his own fault, he had not yet conquered Earth... The fact he had not recieved any support from the Armada since he had arrived here was only because the Tallest had faith that he could accomplish this mission on his own, and they had sent the Armada to assist those 'weaker' Invaders...
The realization that the Tallest had no actual interest in Earth, that this whole mission had been a way to get **rid** of him without resorting to homicide, had --- had hurt. However, in a way some part of him (who'd been unfortunately silent until the crushing blow had been delivered...) had known and had been preparing him for such a moment.
It had been revealed to him through no fault of the Tallest. They had treated him with the usual disdain and mocking cruelty that had always been apart of their conversations.
The glint in their eyes was what had tipped him off. It was not interest, or even boredom with his report, but amusement. He was informing them he had failed, once more, to overthrow the humans, or even defeat the measley Dib-pig. This was something they should not have found funny...
He had asked, out of nowhere, what exactly they planned to actually **do** with Earth, once he'd decimated the wildlife. They'd looked at him blankly then, and it only confirmed the suspiscions he wished he wasn't having.
"I'm supposed to die here, aren't I?" He'd asked flatly. The Tallest looked shocked and since they could not quickly enough form a placating excuse, they opted, for once, on the truth.
"Yes, yes you are, Zim." Red had scowled. He seemed to have given them a questioning look, because the Tallest continued, "You wreak havoc wherever you go Zim. You nearly destroyed all of Conventia during Impending Doom One. If Tak is to be believed, than you also shut down half the testing system on Devastis, mis-sorting thousands of possible Invaders. There's simply no place in the Irken military for a fool like you."
He'd cut the connection then, out of a smeet-like way of trying to deny what he was hearing. It was bitter marlorian to eat, to know that his efforts to serve the Tallest to the best of his capacity were thought of with shame or patronization.
He had not a clue of what to do with himself now. Preparing Earth for an invasion was moot, and he'd never desired to actually rule over Earth. He supposed he could still venture out in the Universe, but he'd rather not be mocked wherever he went.
There was no real reason to leave Earth. His vast superiority over these humans would ensure he could live quite comfortably. Not that he needed it: the Tallest might have wanted him dead, but they were not going to dirty their hands to do it, although it would be wise to find some alternatives to depending totally on those who despised him.
He could survive here --- perhaps he would not be happy, but living and breathing beat dead hands down anyday.
Even if he did have to share his air with these pathetic humans.
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Inspiration pulls me to continue this... I don't know though. I tried to be true to Zim's character... but if you guys think I wasn't, please tell me! Any suggestions are GREATLY appreciated, and will be considered equal to an order from the Tallest!