Episode 15: Hit two Irkens with one stone

Episode 15: Hit two Irkens with one stone

Somewhere in the farthest reaches of Earth’s moon, on its darker side, fly’s a very peculiar Irken Bleed Runner.

“Do another scan for our target computer,” said the pilot of this ominous ship.

“Calculating…target located,” said his ship’s computer. “Target is in sector 539.”

“Excellent,” said the pilot. “Move into her location immediately!”

“Consider it done sir.” And with that, the ship zipped from behind the moon and down to Earth at the targeted location.

Meanwhile in sector 539, we find Tak sitting in her make shift base, putting the starting touches on the seed for her new base.

“Please ma’am,” pleaded Mimi. “Just have one ordered here! It would be so much easier and efficient!”

“Shut up Mimi!” snapped Tak. “I’ve already started on this one, and I am not about to stop now!” Upon saying this, Tak’s computer began to flash.

“Irken signal detected ma’am!” reported the DP.

“An Irken signal?” thought Tak. “Zim…” she began to snarl, but her snarling was cut off by the DP.

“The signal is from an Irken Bleed Runner.”

“A Bleed Runner?” said Tak, who was now very perplexed. “Zim fly’s a Voot, and I’m in my Spittle, so…who’s flying a Bleed?” Suddenly Tak got an Idea.

“Computer, where is this ship headed?” asked the purple eyed Irken.

“Straight for us ma’am.” This was most unusual indeed. Why would a rare Irken slaver fighter be headed straight for her (Tak’s) location.

Tak left the ship and walked out into the clearing of the woods to try and see this mysterious visitor. Tak had forgotten to put down the seed she was working on, so she took that with her. She soon entered the clearing and saw a bright light coming down toward her.

“Okay,” she said to herself. “Let’s see who this is.” The bright light grew larger as it got closer, making its actual shape more apparent. It was of similar shape to the Spittle runner, but the cockpit was placed on the top of the ship, rather then the front, and instead of those weird spikes on the back, they were moved more towards the front, and were replaced with large serrated blades. The coloring was also different, rather then shades of red and rather dark purple; they were colorful shades of black and grey.

The ship moved in on Tak’s position very quickly. Within a few seconds, the ship was near four yards away from her. Seeing that it wasn’t going to be stopping any time soon, Tak quickly ducked before the ships mounted blades tore her to ribbons. They instead tore apart the seed the she held in her hands

“Gyah!” screamed Tak, still slightly feeling the edges of the blades on her palms. “Who in the…” Tak stopped her sentence when she realized that the ship had landed just behind her.

“Mimi,” she called to her faithful robot companion. “Investigate!” The little robot saluted and zipped toward the ship. As she approached the vessel, the cockpit opened and a dark figure emerged. The figure was Irken at about Tak’s height. He wore a strange blue shirt with black sleeves, and a metal color that was held together by a lock, the sleeves entered into a pair of white gloves with black straps. He wore black pants that went into a pair of white boots with black straps and black steeled devil hoofs. The figure bore a scar on his left cheek, and had two strange scalpel looking things erecting out of his black eyes. The figure turned his head so that he was facing Tak.

“I’m looking for Irken unit # 332 AR?” asked the stranger. “A.K.A. Tak?”

“That would be me,” said Tak crossing her arms in a sort of annoyance. Suddenly the Irken raised his right hand, and shot a net at Tak, pinning her to a tree.

“Aug, what are you doing?!” demanded Tak, who was struggling to get out of the net.

“Curtsies of Space custodian Latt,” said the figure, who was now exiting the ship.

“MIMI!” yelled Tak. “Destroy him!” Mimi jumped at the man, but her attempt was quickly thwarted by a serrated spider leg, coming from the man’s PAK and throwing her into a tree.

“I’m afraid I’m not that easy to dispose of.” Tak was now very upset. She glared at the stranger very bitterly.

“Who are you? And how do you now Latt?”

“The name’s Zet,” began the ominous Irken. “As for the leader of your janitorial squad, he was the one who put the bounty on your head, and ordered me out here.” Tak thought for a moment.

“Zet? As in the notorious and ruthless Irken Bounty hunter Zet?” asked Tak.

“Yes.”

“Hm…nope, never heard of you.” This reminded Zet of when he first came to take Zim back to Foodcoutia.

“Why is it that no one on this blasted planet knows who I am?!” shouted Zet. “First that ‘Zim’ guy, and now you!”

“What?” said Tak in confusion. “You went after Zim?” Zet regained is composer and menacing aura.

“Yes, he was lucky enough to escape my clutches,” said Zet. “But you, my dear, are quite well caught.”

“What do you want me for?” asked Tak very bitterly.

“Your former janitorial squad leader, Latt, put a bounty on your head after you escaped your duties on DIRT!” Said Zet, emphasizing on that last word as one should when you say it. “And I just couldn’t pass up a bounty such as yours.” Tak was now a little curious.

“Wait,” began Tak. “How much is my bounty?”

“Does it matter?” said Zet in reply.

“I’m just wondering how much I’m worth.”

“The bounty was 78,000 monies,” said Zet coldly. This impressed Tak, she was worth quite a bundle of money.

“Ooo, now doesn’t that just make you feel expensive?” said Tak in a rhetorical manner. “But that bounty should have been canceled years ago. I’m no longer a janitor, I’m an invader.”

Suddenly cord flew out of Zet’s PAK and inserted into Tak’s PAK. After analyzing the data, a small screen came out of Zet’s ship and showed the janitorial symbol.

“Apparently your still down as a janitor, Tak,” said Zet. “I don’t know where you would have gotten this delusion that you’re an invader, but it matters not to me, I’m just here for the bounty.”

As Zet began to head for his prize, he noticed a rustling in trees behind him. He turned his head to see the trees and bushes moving very violently. After a few seconds, Mimi, accompanied by the DP who was now in battle mode, burst out of the brush.

“Ma’am!” called Mimi as she zipped past the DP and Zet over to her master. “We need to get you out of here immediately!” Mimi used her claws to cut the net open.

Tak brushed herself off and ripped the analyzer cord out of her PAK. She threw it to the ground and turned to Zet.

“Not and invader?” asked Tak. “I think you and your PAK are liars.”

“On most occasions, yes,” said Zet with a smug grin on his face. “But what I tell you is the truth.”

“You expect me to believe a cut throat like you?”

“…yes,” said Zet with that kind of ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look on his face.

“I’ve had enough of this!” screamed Tak. “Mimi, DP, destroy him!”

The robot and ship turned to Zet, who still held his un-amused glare, and began to charge. Zet kept his un-phased look as he reached into his PAK and took out his weapon of choice. A sword made of maroon Irken steal with an inner hooked blade at the tip. Quickly unsheathing this powerful blade, Zet kicked Mimi out of his way and proceeded to deflect every one of the DP’s attacks, all while keeping his left arm completely limp, with the exception of his occasional yawning. Tak was in aw. How could a single person fend off her customized ships slashes, literally, single handed and not even seemed to be phased by the great machines attempts? It was simply impossible, seeing as how the ship was around five times bigger then Zet.

“Is this all the resistance you have?” asked Zet, turning his head away from his mechanical opponent and towards Tak. “Even Zim’s little assistant held up better then this chunk of hardware.” Zet gave a few more parries before using his sword to flip the ship on to its back.

Tak was now very afraid that she might be taken back to DIRT! She could not stand the thought of heading back to that planet of pure filth. Zet approached ever so steadily. He simply grinned as he knew that Tak was no match for him. As he grew closer and closer to the now terrified Irken, Zet was suddenly tripped by the DP.

“Owf! What the…!?” said Zet who was now quite surprised to see the ship up again.

“RUN MA’AM!” yelled the DP. “I’ll hold him off…!!” Zet made a quick slash across the ship, forcing it to back a few feet away from him.

Tak nodded and ran off into the woods, closely followed by Mimi. Zet was about to follow, when the ship jumped in front of him.

“Out of my way you lousy piece of metal!” yelled Zet who was now very angry. The ship just readied its claw…things…and glared at its opponent.

“Make me…” was all the DP had to say. With that, the two lunged at each other.

Zet parried the machine with ease once again. He proceeded to push the ship to its limits. After a while, Zet used the hook on his blades catch both of the ship’s claws and pinned them to the ground. He then activated a cord from his PAK, which entered the ship, and began to send an electrical current into the machine.

“Ahh!” cried the DP. “What are you doing!! AHHhh…” the ship then went into shut down and fell over as soon as it turned off. Zet looked at the limp machine as his cord re-entered his PAK.

“…and stay down.” Zet then turned away from his toppled opponent and dashed off into the woods after Tak.

Tak ran through the woods as fast as she could, closely followed by Mimi. They both knew that the ship would be no match for Zet, after seeing how easily he toppled it the first time.

They soon saw that they were about to enter the suburbs. Seeing this, the two activated their disguises.

“Quick Mimi,” said Tak getting an idea. “We need to find help.”

“Are you kidding ma’am?” asked Mimi. “We can’t tell anyone of our situation without revealing that we’re not from this planet! Zet has no disguise, as far as we know, and he doesn’t seem to care whether or not you’re an invader.”

“So?” asked Tak.

“So if we get help, they’ll see Zet, and Zet will expose us!”

“Not if it’s someone that already knows that we’re aliens,” said Tak very smugly.

“Are you suggesting that we get Zim’s help?” asked Mimi.

“What? Certainly not,” snapped Tak. “I would never sink as low as to get help from him.”

“Then who? Dib?”

“He’s our only hope.” With that the two headed for Dib’s house.

Later at the Membrane home, Dib held the door open laughing at Tak’s request.

“Hahaha, so you’re saying…heh…that you two…need…my help…to…haha…defeat an Irken bounty hunter…that’s after the price on your head?” said Dib between laughs.

“This is serious Dib!” said Tak desperately. “If you don’t help me, he’ll take me back to planet DIRT!” Dib just pressed a button on the inside of the wall. This activated the laser defense turrets of the house.

“Get out of here Tak,” said Dib very meanly. “I’m trying to save the Earth, and with you gone, I’ll only have to worry about Zim and Das.” With that, Dib slammed the door shut, and the lasers began fire at Tak and Mimi.

“Ah! Run Mimi!” Tak picked up the cat disguised robot and ran down the street away from the lasers.

Shortly after Tak and Mimi had ran out of sight, Dib heard a knock at his door. He opened it up to see a black eyed sword wielding Irken standing there.

“Excuse me,” he began. “But have you seen a girl with a short red eyed companion and a kind of purple fetish?”

“Yeah, they went down that way,” said Dib pointing down the street.

“Ah, thank you very much,” said the alien.

“My pleasure.” The strange visitor then zipped off Dib’s doorstep, and ran down the street in search of Tak.

“The Earth may yet have a chance Gaz,” said Dib looking down the street. Gaz just look very coldly at her brother.

“You’re a real jerk you know that right?” said Gaz looking up from her game. Dib raised an eyebrow, and then turned to his sister in question.

Tak and Mimi stopped behind a dumpster to catch their breaths (except Mimi, she doesn’t breath).

“Okay,” said Mimi. “What do we do now?”

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking,” said Tak, scratching her head.

“I have an idea,” said Mimi. This caught Tak’s attention.

“Well out with it! What’s your idea?” asked Tak anxiously.

“I think you know what it is,” was all Mimi could say. Tak’s eyes suddenly filled with horror.

“NEVER!” she cried. “I won’t even consider it!”

Later, Tak found herself standing at Zim’s door with a pale look on her face. She turned to her cat disguised robot in disapproval.

“Remind me again how you talked me into this.”

“Oh just knock,” said Mimi. “It won’t kill you.”

“Ha, shows what you know,” said Tak.

Tak stared at the door, slowly raising her hand to knock. Something was preventing her from knocking, something deep in the back of her mind. It was her sense of pride; she could not stand the idea of asking Zim for help.

“No,” said Tak pulling her hand back. “We don’t need his help. I’ll bet you anything that the ship is still holding Zet off.” Tak looked at her wrist communicator to check on the ship’s signal.

NO SIGNAL was all that the watch read. This immediately changed her mind, and got her pounding on the door.

Meanwhile in the depths of Zim’s base, Zim and Das began to hear a loud knocking sound coming from the main level.

“Hmmm,” said Zim. “It appears that someone is knocking at the door.”

“Or that there’s something wrong with your speaker’s subwoofers,” said Das looking up from the device they were working on.

“FOOL! ZIM’S SPEAKERS DON’T USE SUBWOOFERS!!” yelled Zim.

“Then there is most likely someone at the door.” responded Das.

“Computer!” yelled Zim. “Who is knocking at the door of Zim!”

“I’m sure I want to tell you sir,” said the computer.

“What!?” asked Zim. “Why not?”

Das, meanwhile, was looking through a scope that led to the front door.

“Seriously,” said Das looking away from the scope. “It’s just Ta…” Das turned back to the scope again, to make sure that he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.

“Huh,” said Das very surprised. “Either I’m not wearing enough eyeliner, or Tak is banging at your door for help.”

“What, let me see that,” said Zim grabbing the scope and looking in. “Great ghost of dukey! It is Tak banging on my door for help.”

“So what should we do?” asked Das.

“To the main level!” responded Zim. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“But we’re going up,” said Das sarcastically.

“Just shut up and get in the elevator, you to GIR.” GIR suddenly popped out of a pile of nuts and bolts that was sitting next to the project that Zim and Das were working on.

“Weee!” said GIR. “We’re going up to get down!” GIR then ran into the elevator, and the three went up to the main floor of the base.

The three soon reached the main level of the base to find that Tak was still knocking very rapidly.

“LET ME IN!!” cried Tak. “FOR THE LOVE OF IRK, LET ME IN!!” The three just stood there and watched.

“Huh, I don’t think we’ll be letting her in,” said Das with a smirk.

“Why not?” asked GIR as he gave himself a hug. “She seems nice!” Zim and Das just looked at the naive robot.

“You do know that we’re talking about Tak, right GIR?” asked Zim.

“I had no idea,” replied GIR.

“Anyway,” began Das. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take before she realizes that we’re not going to let her in?” Suddenly Das was crushed by the front door being kicked off its hinges by a giant book worn by Tak.

Tak and Mimi quickly ran inside, pushed the door back into place, and used a power cutter from her PAK to seal the door shut. She then turned to Zim, who was now very afraid.

“When I say ‘let me in’,” began Tak. “I mean ‘LET ME IN!!’” Tak’s face was now red with fury.

Zim soon regained his composer. He looked Tak right back in the eye.

“So what do you want?” asked Zim. “What brings you to my base?”

“She probably just wants to kill you and destroy this place,” said Das, who was now walking out of the kitchen.

“Do yous wants to gives me a caramel covered piggy?” asked GIR with big puppy dog eyes.

“What?” asked Tak, who was now very confused at GIR’s assumption. “No, I’m here for something completely different.”

“Which is…?” asked Zim.

“I…aug…need your help Zim,” said Tak, who was quite disgusted at what she was resorted to. This perked Zim’s ears (Well…if he had any it would have).

“What’s this?” said Zim with a kind of surprised gloating tone in his voice. “You, are coming to Zim for help?”

“Don’t rub it in,” said Tak. “There’s this Irken bounty hunter after me, and if I don’t get rid of him, he’ll take me back to planet DIRT!” Zim just looked puzzled at what Tak was talking about.

“I can’t go back to the filth!” yelled Tak, who had now grabbed Zim by the collar and was hoisting him into the air. “SO MUCH FILTH!!” she then dropped Zim and curled up into the fetal position.

“Why should I help you?” asked Zim very angrily. “You’ve been nothing but a nuisance to my mission. Give me three good reasons why I should help you?”

“Tak got out of the fetal position and gave a death glare to Zim.

“I’ll give you three good reasons,” said Tak lifting her left hand. She then proceeded to form a fist, counting each finger as they went into the fist. “One, two, three!” Tak had now made a fist and was shaking it in Zim’s face.

“Those are good reasons,” said Zim, who was now backing away in fear.

“Wait a minute,” said Das, who was now entering the conversation. “You said you we’re being hunted by an Irken bounty hunter. Did he have black eyes by any chance?”

“So he did come here before?” said Tak, confirming her suspicions if what Zet had said earlier were true.

“Who was here before?” asked Zim, who was very confused.

“It’s Zet, Zim,” said Das. “Remember? That guy that Sizz-lorr sent to gather the bounty on your head?”

Zim thought back for a bit. He soon remembered the black eyed menace that had terrorized him so many years ago.

“That guy?” asked Zim.

“He’s following me even as we speak,” began Tak. “He’ll eventually track me here, and thus he’ll find you, and then you’ll be in danger of going back to…wherever he was going to take you.” Zim thought for a moment. This was a very perplexing problem indeed.

“Hm,” began Das. “The enemy of your enemy…is still your enemy. Who would of thought?”

The five just stood there in silence for a moment. Not quite understanding Das’ comment. Das broke the silence yet again.

“But,” he began. “If the mutual enemy of you and your other enemy, is coming to shorten you two from his list of enemies, then would in not be best to become temporary friends, in order to achieve the common goal of defeating the common enemy?”

All in the room just started at Das in confusion as to his proposal, not having any idea of what it was that he was talking about. GIR went up to Das and gave him a hug.

“…what?” asked Tak in disbelief.

“Seriously,” said Zim. “What are you trying to say?”

“Simple,” began Das. “A temporary partnership, in a means to defeat Zet.”

Zim and Tak just looked at each other. The two were very unsure of this. Tak had a great sense of pride, and she would be damned if she had to compromise it by working with Zim. Zim was just afraid that Tak would most likely hurt him after this team up was over with.

“…”

“…”

“It would be best ma’am,” suggested Mimi to her master.

“Come on Zim,” whispered Das. “You want Tak as an ally, not as an enemy. If we play our cards right, she’ll be working with us, rather than against us.” Zim thought for a moment. Whether he was thinking of the present situation or not was entirely uncertain, but what ever it was that he was thinking of, caused him to extend his right hand.

“Very well,” said Zim. “We’ll help you, if you don’t kill us afterwards.”

Tak threw her right hand into Zim’s and shook rather quickly.

“Done, now how do we stop this guy?” asked Tak. “You guys fought him once before, how did you get of it last time?” Zim thought back to the situation. He had dropped the incident years ago, and not bothered to look at it again, considering that he was sure that Zet was gone.

“Hmm…” Zim continued to think. After a while, all were wondering if he even remembered the incident at all. Suddenly, though, something hit Zim (metaphorically speaking).

“I’ve got it!” cried Zim.

“Well,” began Tak. “What is ‘it’?”

“We’ll have to up all of the bases defenses,” began Zim. “We’ll need all the fire power we can get against this guy.” They all nodded, and went off to prepare the base defenses. Zim caught GIR by his head just as he was leavening.

“Except you GIR,” began Zim. “I have a very special job for you.” GIR’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Fire up the ovens GIR,” said Zim. “It’s time we bring back an old friend.” GIR, for once, knew what Zim was talking about, and gave a happy giggle, and rushed of into the kitchen.

“One for each of us?” yelled GIR, poking his head out of the kitchen door. Zim just nodded with an evil grin on his face. GIR gave another giggled, and began to bake.

The next few minuets were devoted to upping the bases defenses, and Das polishing his riffle, while Mimi helped GIR in the kitchen. The duties of actually making the shields more powerful and have more operational turrets available were left to Zim and Tak.

“Hand me that bolt, will you?” asked Tak. Zim tossed a bolt up to Tak, who wrenched it into the machine with ease.

Tak jumped down from the machine, and cleaned her hand free of oil and grease.

“Well that should do it for the laser defenses,” said Tak.

“Excellent!” cried Zim. “We have now perfected this base to any attack.”

“You know,” began Tak. “I actually feel confident that we can beat him.”

“Well would you expect? You’re in the base of Zim. By far the most secure Irken base in these parts!”

“Besides my base,” began Tak. “Yours is the only Irken base in these parts.”

“…SILENCE!” Tak laughed at this.

“Oh, and don’t get used to me helping you out like this,” began Zim. “This is a one time thing.”

“I can only hope so,” said Tak bitterly.

“Aside from that, we’d best head back to the main room and check on everyone else.” Tak nodded. The two left the giant laser that they had finished, and went up to the main levels.

The two soon reached the top floor to see a pile of human fire arms, piled in front of Das, who was currently cleaning a revolver.

“What’s all of this?” asked Zim.

“This is all from my private armory,” said Das. “Trust me, we’ll need these.” Das then loaded the revolver, and flicked the magazine into the gun, and spun it.

“Are you trying to look cool?” asked Tak, who was un-amused.

“Who’s trying?” asked Das, putting the gun in his sleeve.

Zim, Tak and Mimi stood at the front windows with binoculars (Irken ones).

“Do you see him?” asked Tak.

“Not yet,” said Zim. “But he’ll be here shortly.” The three continued to look out over the streets, keeping their eyes pealed for Zet.

They kept watch for a few seconds before seeing the white gloved Irken running toward the house.

“Here he comes!” exclaimed Mimi.

“Perfect,” said Zim, putting away the binoculars. “Computer, activate all base defenses!!”

“Yes sir,” replied the computer. Nothing happened for a few moments, after those few moments, nothing continued to happen.

“…now, computer,” said Zim very annoyed.

“Oh, sorry,” replied the computer, as he activated all of the defenses.

Soon a multitude of lasers, high tech laser shields, and cool transforming robot gnomes, filled the front yard, and proceeded to fire upon the oncoming intruder. Zet continued to run toward the base, seeing the energetic projectiles fly at him.

“Hm,” he began. “So she came here. Good, now I can kill two birds with one stone.”

Zet ran toward the base, dodging the lasers from every which way. He soon reached the front lawn, and proceeded to cut down gnomes, and use miscellaneous weapons from his PAK to disable the lasers. He soon reduced the whole front yard to ruble.

“Hmf,” said Zet with a smirk. “That was easy.” Zim and Tak stared in horror at what had happened. Their newly prepared defenses were no match for this guy.

“Is he just invincible?” asked Tak.

“Not really,” said Das from the sofa, as he munched on a bag of popcorn. “Zim, GIR, and I defeated him before remember?” Tak looked at Das with a weird look.

“…no, I don’t remember.” Soon Zet burst into the house through an open window.

“Huh, GIR!” yelled Zim. “Why was the window open!?”

“I thought it was drafty,” said GIR from the kitchen. Zim threw a hand over his face in disgust. Zet interrupted this moment of enraged disappointment.

“Let’s just make this easier on you two,” said Zet. “Give yourselves up, and you won’t be scratched.” Zet twiddled his fingers over the blade of his sword as he said this.

Soon Tak fired a laser from her spider legs at Zet, who dodged them just in time.

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” said Tak giving him an angry look.

“Well…yeah,” replied Zet. “It would be easier on all three of us.” Zim soon after activated his spider legs and began to shoot at Zet, who dodged again.

“Don’t worry. We’ll make this as hard for you as possible.” (Zim is kind of being a bad ass right here.)

Zet squinted his eyes, and activated his serrated spider legs, and raised his sword.

“…so be it.”

Zim and Tak jumped at Zet firing rapidly at the common enemy (not each other though). Zet quickly moved out of the way and began to lunge his spider legs at the two, who had some difficulty dodging them. Each was coming at Zet from a different angle, following no particular attack pattern.

Each time either lunging with the mechanical limbs, or firing some sort of laser from the leg’s tips. Zet dodged each shot, and blocked each stab, all with rapid reflexes and accuracy. Maneuvering his way through the chaos, Zet soon reached the exact position he needed to be in. He activated his swords laser edge, which was red florescent glowing edge that was apparently supper heated to the point in which it could cut through anything. Zet gave the sword a swift slash across both Zim, and Tak’s spider legs in one swift swoop, severing the mechanical limbs, and making them useless. He then shot another net. The net caught both of the Irkens and pinned them against the wall, so that they were inches away from one another’s faces. Zim and Tak stared at each other in a kind of awkward silence, which was soon broken by Zim.

“…well…this is awkward.”

“No kidding,” said Tak, who was now looking at Mimi, who had not yet revealed her presence to Zet. “MIMI, ATTACK!” Mimi jumped at Zet with her claws drawn, preparing to swoop at the black eyed Irken. Zet mealy stood there and looked at the charging robot, as a cord from his PAK with a large blade attached to the end swooped over and stabbed Mimi. After the poor robot had loss power, Zet through the pile of scrap against the wall. This sent a chill down Tak’s spine, and a deep sadness.

Tak turned to Zim in dismay.

“Huh, some team up this had turned out to be.”

“We’re no dead just yet,” said Zim smugly. “Das, attack!” Das was still sitting on the couch eating his bag of popcorn. He had apparently been doing so the entire time.

“Hey, don’t look at me. This is your guy’s dispute, not mine,” said Das. “I don’t wish to take any part in this.” Zim’s face grew red with anger.

“Help, or I’ll cut you off the mission.” Das gave a sigh, put down the popcorn, and got off of the couch.

“Fine,” said Das as he activated both of his spring loaded knives. “I’ll get rid of hi…” Das was cut off by a giant laser cannon, sticking out of Zet’s PAK, blasting the top half of his body off, and leaving nothing but the legs, and a charred torso.

“Heh heh,” chuckled Zet as the cannon went back into his PAK and as he twirled his sword. “All too easy.” Upon saying this, Das kicked down the front door that was still welded shut by the way, holding a rather large gattling gun, with a long ammo belt. Das cocked the hammer back and aimed at Zet.

“Yeah, way too easy,” said Das, preparing to pull the trigger. Zet’s eyes grew in disbelief and fear to see Das back again, and with a hand held cannon.

Das began to open fire on to Zet, who jumped around franticly to dodge the bullets. Zet soon found himself running along the walls, closely followed by Das’ bullets. Das began to laugh manically.

“Ahahaha!! Oh this just gets your adrenaline pumping, doesn’t it!!” (He says that really insanely, dramatically, and evilly, practically spitting on some words.)

Das continued to fire at a rapid pace, littering bullet shell all over the ground, causing more destruction that he ever had with this piece of equipment. Zet, on the other hand, was running out of wall to run along. Seeing the edge of the wall, Zet made his move. He moved so that the soles of his boots would hit the wall at the exact same time. He then pushed off the wall, heading straight for Das’ line of fire. As he flew toward the barrage of bullets, he activated a small wrist energy Hoplon (It’s a kind of shield). He put this new equipment in front of the bullets to block them. Bullets began to bounce off rather violently when they hit this defense. Zet then began to advance on Das, moving ever so steadily toward the now very surprised and angry human.

Das then, out of no where, ran out of ammunition for his gun. He immediately dropped the steaming hot gattling gun, and pulled a sub machine gun out of his coat, and began to open fire once again. Zet continued to hold out his shield, blocking every one of Das’ shots.

Das soon ran out of ammunition for this gun as well, dropped it, and pulled a small assault riffle out of the other side of his coat, and ‘unloaded’ on Zet once more, having the same effect. Once this gun ran out of ammo, Das shot out of sleeves, his spring loaded revolvers, which twirled for a bit before grasping them. Das opened fire once more. The first eleven shots had just as much affect as the previous…million…shots, and were merely deflected by the shield. The last shot Das fired, though, hit the shield in the dead center, causing the wrist shield to give off a small explosion, and deactivate.

Zet grasped his wrist in slight pain, but only for a moment. He then raised his sword to strike Das down…again. Das flipped out two large military knives out from his sleeves, and blocked the on coming blade (Oh, and the laser edge on Zet’s sword is off right now).

“How much crap do you keep in that coat!?” screamed Zet very angrily.

“You’d be surprised,” replied Das with a smug look. Zet was now pressing his blade even harder against Das, knowing that as an Irken, he had the superior strength. Das tried his best to keep the large blade from cutting his throat, straining much too just hold his own knives.

“Prepare to die,” said Zet, realizing that the bout was his. Das was about to give in, when suddenly, a miracle happened.

A miscellaneous brick flew in from another opened window, hitting the black eyed Irken in the back of the head, knocking him out instantly. Das pushed aside the unconscious Zet, and got up from the ground. He stared at the sleeping alien for a moment.

“Ha,” began Das. “That’s called the righteous hand of God, slapping you across the face, how dose it feel?” Tak interrupted Das’ moment of triumph though.

“If you don’t mind,” she began. “But I’d really like to get out of this net. I don’t think I can stand another second in here with him.”

“Yeah Das,” said Zim. “Hurry up and cut us down.” Das looked up at the two pinned Irkens.

“Oh yeah,” said Das, grabbing Zet’s sword and activating its laser edge. “No problem.”

Das cut the net, and the two slipped out of then net, and fell to the ground, face first. The two quickly recovered and got up. Tak rushed over to Mimi.

“Mimi! Repair yourself!” screamed Tak, who was still obviously worried about the little robot. Suddenly, Mimi’s dismantled parts got up, and put themselves back together. Soon the little robot was up and running again.

“Mimi, reporting for duty,” saluted Mimi. “What did I miss?” Everyone pointed at Zet, who was now getting back up, but with the absence of his primary weapon, and instead a massive head ace. He blinked and saw that all of his opponents were back in action.

“Oh crap,” said Zet wide eyed in fear. “This can’t be good.” Tak, Zim, Mimi, and Das all cracked their knuckles, and gave an evil eye to Zet.

Zet knew that there was now way he could win. He quickly hit a button on his PAK, which called his Bleed Runner over. The cockpit of the ship then opened up and Zet jumped in.

“Here this Zim and Tak!” began Zet. “You haven’t seen the last of me!” As soon as he said this, GIR came out of the kitchen holding five newly prepared cupcakes. Each was a yellow cupcake, with pink frosting. On the top of each cupcake, written in black frosting, was the word ‘oblivion’. GIR handed each person a cupcake. Zet recognized the treat from his last encounter with Zim.

“Oh no,” said Zet wide eyed in horror. “Not again.” Zim gave a grin.

“Ready…aim…now, BLAST HIM INTO OBLIVION!!” screamed Zim. Suddenly, Zim, Tak, Das, Mimi, and GIR all threw their cupcakes right into Zet’s face. Upon contact, the cupcakes began to burn his skin.

“AHHHH!! IT BURNS!!” and with that, the cockpit to the Bleed Runner closed and flew off into space, with Zet’s screams of pain still echoing from the ship.

The five watched as Zet flew away. Each one satisfied in the part that they had played.

“Well,” said Das. “We did it, and how? Because you two put aside your petty differences, and…” Das was cut off by Tak.

“Yeah, yeah, what ever, okay,” Tak was now facing Zim. “Seeing as how our common problem is gone, I’m going go back to my base and continue what I was doing before this little predicament.”

“I expected you too,” said Zim sounding very confused. “This was a one time thing.” Tak then remembered what Zim had told her down in the base only a little while earlier.

“Oh yeah, well, seeing as how you helped me, I’ll let you live and not destroy your base.” Zim looked around his living room for a moment.

“How could you destroy it more that it already has been?” asked Zim.

“Good point,” said Tak. “Well, come on Mimi, were headed back to repair the base.”

“Yes ma’am,” saluted Mimi. The two activated their disguises and were just about to leave when Tak suddenly remembered something.

Tak ran back into the base, and punched Zim full force, knocking him down to the ground.

“Ahug! What was that for!?” demanded Zim.

“That was for an awkward moment in that stupid net!” Tak then stormed out of the house, closely followed by Mimi.

The streets were empty that night, so they moved at their alien fast speeds, off into the darkness. Zim sat up and watched them leave.

“You completely blew it,” said Das, sounding very disappointed. “You should have offered her a slot on your pay role.” Zim looked at Das raising an eyebrow.

“Are you kidding me?” asked Zim. “I don’t want her on our team. She’d kick us out so fast that we wouldn’t know what hit us when she did.” Das thought for a moment. Zim made a good point, Tak was the kind of person that would take charge, and not have any use for them.

“All I’m saying is that you want her as an ally, not an enemy.”

“I already told you no,” said Zim. “She’ll just screw everything up somehow.” Das nodded and began to walk in to the kitchen. He was then stopped by Zim’s voice.

“But I will admit,” he began. “It was nice not having her trying to kill us for once.”

“Yeah,” agreed Das. “To bad it’ll most likely never happen again.”

“Yeah,” said Zim. “To bad.”

“Bye purple lady!” shouted GIR, after much delay.

“GIR! Begin clean up!” shouted Zim.

“…okie dokie!” GIR then pulled broom out of his head, and began to sweep. Zim continued to sit and look up into the sky.

“…”

End of episode 15

Sorry for the late post. I was away at camp for the longest time. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this episode. Stay tuned for episode 16, coming soon!

Oh and one more thing; one of you readers suggested the thing in Tak’s sub conscious was zatr. Just because I did that sequel story, and have some stuff on my DA, does not mean that I intend to pair Zim and Tak. You guy’s shouldn’t make assumptions based on what I’ve done prior to these. Hell, for all you know, the thing in the back of Tak’s mind is datr, Ooo. But let me tell you something, it’s not a datr. And you know why? Because romance in the series would have killed the show before its dark nature could on Nick. It only works in side stories, so don’t go assuming that I intend to put in stuff like that. Thank you.

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