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VINDICATION	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 29601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 52: ATTACK!!!

***This chapter is dedicated to Caryn, my new reviewy-peep of DOOM!! Feel honoured, my pig-smelly! *lurve*

“People of Earth!!” Zim shouted into the microphone as the walls of the hangar were being dismantled. “Today will see a battle unlike any other your planet has ever fought…where space is your battlefield...and you will approach the enemy fleet and become one with them! Through this clever disguise you will have the advantage of destroying without being recognized, like poisonous snake-creatures hidden in Earth-grass! All you must do is remember that each of our Earth fleet vessels has a blue marking on the inside of the wings, and all others are enemy ships! But most important of all, my fellow Earth-dwellers, remember to leave the biggest ship, The Massive, untouched. You must not go head to head with this ship; it is the most heavily armed, and thus must be disabled from inside. Dib and I shall undertake this most difficult part of the mission, and once it is accomplished, the battle is won! The Massive is the heart of the Irken Armada, and once we have disabled its weapons, your fleet may return home safely, and your planet will thrive unharmed once more. And the technology bestowed upon you in this most monumental of battles will be yours to keep! Now, my comrades…” Zim paused, then raised his fist with a loud shout. “We go to save the Earth!!”

There was a deafening roar of cheering and applause, and Zim saluted his fleet, then turned and walked over to Tak’s ship, where Dib was listening to the speech from inside while he warmed up the engines and activated all of the systems.

When the shield flipped back, Zim’s eyes widened.

“Like my disguise?” Dib grinned. His entire head was shaved bald except for the two long swoops of black hair he usually wore down at the sides of his face, which were now curved back over his head like long black antennae, solidified by two entire tubes of hair gel. His whole head and neck were painted with thick green body paint, and he had placed tape over his ears and nose to make them less conspicuous, painting over the tape with the green body paint as well. He wore dark red goggles that covered his eyes and his glasses, and he had borrowed one of Zim’s old uniforms, which fit him reasonably well.

Zim blinked at him in surprise and then chuckled. “It…it’s interesting. You almost look attractive like that.”

Dib smirked. “Yeah, yeah. So, shall we go then?”

Zim shuddered. “This…I can’t believe this day has finally come…”

Dib smiled fondly. “Are you nervous?”

The Irken snorted, holding his head high. “Of course not!” He grinned. “I am hungry for slaughter, Dib-human…I am hungry for conquest…for the sweet taste of revenge…”

“Tell me about it on the way up there, my Tallest.” Dib grinned, holding out a gloved hand.

Zim grinned at the title, grabbing Dib’s hand and climbing into Tak’s ship, punching the button to close the shield.

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On board The Massive

Tallest Red was relaxing in his command chair, sipping at an Irken soda as he and Purple watched the distant blue planet grow larger on the main view screen. He frowned a little when the planet’s surface began to grow grainy, and he rose to his feet, his antennae quirking. “What’s going on with the view screen?”

The technicians looked around, trying to fix the resolution, zooming up on the planet. It was then that Red and Purple both scowled. “Are those our ships?”

Alarms started going off on the main control deck, and a transmission came in from one of the Ring Cutters at the front of the Armada.

“My Tallest, we’re under attack! We’re under attack by Irken vessels of unknown origin, they have weapons that we can’t identi—”

The transmission cut out as an enormous explosion lit up the entire main view screen, and Red and Purple met each other’s eyes, frowning deeply.

One of the technicians at the controls of The Massive leapt to his feet, shouting down over the railing. “SIRS!! We’ve just lost two of the Viral Tanks!!”

Red snarled at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, nothing threatens a Viral Tank, they’re the most heavily armoured ship in the Irken Military other than The Massive. Your readings are wrong. Fix them!!”

Just then another transmission came through, four more enormous explosions lighting up the main view screen as bits of shrapnel from the Irken ships flew out into the melee.

“Sirs, this is Viral Tank 5, we’ve taken a hit and our shields are malfunctioning, requesting a protective formation!! We need protection!!”

Purple just stood there blinking in shock while Red leapt forward and shouted onto the main channel. “All available vessels run in protective formation around the Viral Tanks! We’re losing our Tanks, protect them at all costs!”

There were scattered transmissions, and Red scowled, taking charge of the Doom Cannon.

“Sirs, we can’t even identify which ships are ours!”

Red frowned. Could this have been Zim’s doing? He doubted it. Zim was too stupid to pull something like this, and not only that, he didn’t have the guts to do it. But what other explanation was there? “Just fire at anything that’s firing at you! And protect The Massive and the Viral Tanks at all costs! I don’t care if it has an Irken logo on it, just shoot it down!!” Red started firing off the Doom Cannon at various ships, as Purple stood beside him, munching on a bag of Irken chips.

There was a loud rumbling and The Massive shook for a few seconds, and Red scowled. “WHAT ON IRK WAS THAT?!?”

“SIR!! Sir! One of the snack pods has taken a hit! It’s ruptured!”

“THEN GO FIX IT!!” Red shouted, firing off the cannon. “Can’t you see we’re busy?!”

Two of the Irken technicians ran off to fix the snack pod, and Purple rolled his eyes. “Honestly, we’re surrounded by idiots…”

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Zim grinned as they locked Tak’s ship onto the rupture in the side of the snack pod, forming a protective seal around the opening. He and Dib activated their protective space suit helmets, and Zim grinned. “And now we exact our vengeance…our vindication…”

Dib pumped up his Uber-soaker 5000, flashing Zim an evil grin. “Let’s rock and roll.”

When they stepped through the hole, Zim and Dib were met by two Irken technicians, who didn’t even have a chance to blink before they were blasted in the face by some sort of liquid that set their eyes to smoking. They weren’t screaming and writhing for long before their arms were pulled behind them and cuffs were applied, and everything went black.

Zim poked one of the unconscious technicians with his foot and chuckled. “Well, whaddya know? They DO work.”

Dib chuckled. “I’ll have to order more from Crop Circles Magazine when I get the chance.” He pulled two more sets of Alien Sleep Cuffs out of the case on his hip, flashing Zim a sadistic grin.

Climbing into the technician’s uniforms, even though Zim could barely fit into his, Dib and Zim made their way quickly back towards the main control floor, running up to the Tallests as if they were about to report.

Purple turned, his mouth full of Irken popcorn. “Well?” He frowned, swallowing what was in his mouth. “Hey, aren’t you a little tall to be—” Purple yowled when he was hit in the face by a heavy spray of water, his flesh burning. Red whirled around and cried out when he met the same fate. Both Tallests dropped to their knees, covering their damaged eyes, and Purple started sobbing. Dib flipped the switch under the edge of Red’s pak and removed it, setting it aside as the Tallests continued to groan in agony.

The Irken Technicians and Communications Officers on the Command Floor gasped collectively when the tall technician pulled his collar down.

“ZIM!!!”

“Call off the fleet, Dib.” Zim grinned sadistically. “Their work here is done.” Zim turned and grabbed Red roughly by the antennae, hauling him up and growling into his ear. “Call off the Irken fleet, Red. Call a ceasefire, or you shall know pain you have never even conceived in the worst of your nightmares…”

Red howled when his antennae were twisted and yanked, and he flailed blindly, his eyes still smoking. “C-call off the Armada! Call them off, now!! That’s an order!”

Dib had already removed Purple’s pak and gauntlets and had put the sleep cuffs on him, restraining the tall Irken’s hands behind his back. “Dib to fleet…we have taken control of the capital ship and you are now clear to return to Earth. Great work.”

“That’s a big roger, Dib. Thank you, and thank Zim for his help. We owe you.”

Dib smirked. “Don’t worry about it. Just try to work on world peace or something.”

There was a laugh on the other end of the transmitter. “We’ll try our best.”
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