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Chapter 57: Dangerous Games

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In the quiet of the night, a small ship that was cloaked above the surveillance frequency of The Massive maneuvered its way underneath the main pod, locking on to one of the supply docks. The occupant overrode the security system and stepped through the open portal, looking around the dark cargo bay warily, activating his night vision goggles. Creeping through the corridors with an ease born of intimate knowledge of the blueprints of the craft, Lard Nar made his way swiftly through the bowels of the ship, stopping and hiding behind an outcropping when he heard voices nearby.

“I don’t think he’s going to kill us. I really don’t think he’s that bold.”

“I hope you’re right,” the other voice sighed.

Lard Nar frowned. Prisoners? He stepped out from behind the outcropping, approaching the cell where the voices were coming from. If he could convince these prisoners to join the Resisty, it would be an added bonus. He stepped out in front of the cell, pushing his night-vision goggles back onto the top of his horned head. “Stay quiet, I’m here to he—wait, what are YOU doing in there?!” Lard Nar staggered back, blinking wide-eyed at the two rulers of the Irken Empire. Surely he was seeing things!

The two Tallests blinked at the little Vortian, then scowled.

“Hey, you’re that jerk from the Resisty! What are you doing on board our ship?!”

Lard Nar gritted his teeth. “I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”

Red stepped forward. “Let us out of here.”

Lard Nar grinned. “Why should I?”

“Because we’re in charge, and rightfully your people are under our command.” Red growled.

“Yeah.” Purple quipped.

The Vortian scowled. “All the more reason for me NOT to help you. Whoever’s in charge now might be a little more fair, considering all the military technology we’ve shared with your people over the years.”

Red and Purple looked at each other, and then Red sighed. “If you let us out of here, I promise that we’ll be nicer to your people.”

Lard Nar snorted. “I don’t have time for this.” He ran off down the corridor, looking at the tiny scanner on his wrist to check the location of the monitor.

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Zim scowled as he ran the image of the device in Dib’s skull through the database, two of the Irken Science Officers standing next to him, busily trying to translate the inscription on the surface of the device.

“It’s a very, very old variation of Vortian lettering.” One of the scientists frowned, his antennae twitching in concentration. “It’s very difficult to decipher. Whoever put this in your human’s head must have really wanted it to stay a secret.”

Zim clenched his fists. “Can we remove it?”

The other scientist looked at Zim seriously. “It’s hard to tell. We need to know how it’s affecting his brain-meats before we can touch it, and we should probably learn as much as we can about your human’s physical makeup as well before we attempt to tamper with it.”

Zim scowled, his antennae flattening against his skull. “I want to know everything you can find about it: who made it, who put it there, what it is for, and why it was put there in the first place. Find out. I will reward you for your efforts.” Zim turned towards the door, nodding when both officers saluted him.

“Yes, my Tallest!” they replied in unison.

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Dib worked at his computer, still going through his father’s records to see if there was anything to explain what he had seen in the x-ray. His back was to the door, and he smiled when he heard it slide open. “Hey…I couldn’t sleep. Did you find anything?” He closed his laptop and turned around, his eyes widening for a split second before some sort of needle bit through his skin and released a sedative, and his vision went black.

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Zim sighed heavily as he walked down the corridor towards the Tallests suite. He was truly disturbed by this turn of events. How had the Vortians put something inside Dib’s head? And when could they possibly have done it? It had to have been when Dib was a baby, otherwise he would have remembered…and Dib would have mentioned something like that. Zim was positive Dib would have mentioned it. Sighing again, he stepped through the doorway into the suite, smiling a little. He approached the bed quietly, thinking Dib was asleep, but when he got close enough, he saw that the bed was empty. Frowning a little, he looked around.

“Dib?” He peeked into the bathroom, the frown deepening. Where could he be? He searched the entire suite, then looked around to see if Dib had left a note or something. It wasn’t like Dib to go exploring at this time of night. Leaving the room and walking quickly towards the Control Deck, Zim stopped a passing Technician, his expression gravely worried.

“Have you seen the Dib-human?”

The purple-eyed technician blinked at him and then shook his head. “No, Sir, but I’m just getting off of my shift. Do you want me to help you look for him?”

Zim clenched his teeth, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face as he nodded. “Yes.”

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By the end of the first hour since Dib’s disappearance, Zim had almost one hundred officers combing the ship to find his human. His face etched with worry, Zim finally came to a stop in front of the cell housing his former leaders.

“Have you seen the Dib-human?” he asked, desperation seeping through into his voice, as much as he tried to hide it.

Red scowled at him. “Why should we tell you?”

Zim stopped, his eyes narrowing and his antennae flattening against his skull. “Because I decide whether you live or die, Red.”

Purple looked at Zim, then looked anxiously at Red.

Red snorted. “Yeah, we’ve seen him. Happy?”

Zim sighed, a surge of relief flowing through him. “Oh, thank Irk. Where is he?”

Red ignored him this time, stretching out on the bunk.

Zim scowled at him, then looked at Purple. “Purple, tell me. Where is the Dib-human?”

Purple shook his head, turning his back on Zim. “I don’t feel like talking to you.”

Zim clenched his teeth, infuriated. “I can have you tortured, you know,” he hissed, balling his fists.

Both Tallests ignored him now. Zim snarled and slammed his fists against the wall, shouting at them. “TELL ME!” A group of the officers helping him search had started to gather around him, looking anxiously between Zim and their former leaders.

“Let us out of here first.” Red growled.

Zim’s eyes narrowed and he growled, standing straight with his antennae flat. “The Irken Rules of War state that a soldier should not negotiate with prisoners.” He assumed an air of nonchalance. “You know, on second thought…I’m beginning to see the appeal of Tallest Miyuki’s method of dealing with criminals.”

There was a collective gasp, and some of the officers backed away.

Red and Purple whirled around, gaping at him. They knew exactly what Zim was talking about…they had been in the Academy, in Zim’s class, and attendance at the execution of the traitor to the Empire was mandatory.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Red hissed. “You wouldn’t do that to us.”

Zim slammed his fist down on the button to deactivate the perimeter field, and he stalked in, backing Red into the corner, his ruby eyes blazing with a rage that the former Tallest had never seen before in anyone, let alone Zim.

Purple backed away in terror, cowering against the far wall.

“Red, if you don’t tell me where he is right now I’m going to shred every single part of you.” Zim hissed. His tentacles extended from his pak, and he grabbed Red by the throat, squeezing hard.

Red was absolutely terrified. He’d never seen an Invader act like this before, ever. As he gasped for breath, he completely forgot about any attempt to mess around with Zim’s head, or to bargain with him. “A Vortian took him.” Red hissed, his antennae lowered submissively. “The one from the Resisty.”

Zim released him and left the cell, slamming his fist on the button again to raise the perimeter field, pushing past the officers that had gathered around him, striding angrily towards the Control Deck.
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