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Chapter 14 – Specimens or Love
“Crap,” Gaz said, trying to use her small portable flashlight keychain to see the wiring on the computer, “If I had more light, maybe I could see what I’m doing.”
“Sorry I can’t help you,” Zim said.
“Eh, it’s okay,” Gaz said, “There’s no guarantee I could do this anyway. Jack is a lot better at this than I am.”
“Jack?” Zim asked.
“Jack Splicer,” Gaz said, “He taught me a few tech skills. He and Kimiko actually bought a stuffed doll of me at Hot Topic after the world found out about my psychic talents and made me a commercial icon.” She looked down for a second, “Thanks, dad. What kind of bothered me though was the whole love triangle thing with Kimiko being torn between him and Rai. I still think he should be with Catnappe.”
“That can’t be as annoying as Keef sending you a ton of emails,” Zim said, “But, yes, I remember the Jack monkey quite well; he helped fix my base after Tak disabled my base. Of course, he didn’t stick around for when the Ham Demon showed up.”
“Yeah,” Gaz said, still trying to figure out which wire was which, “Poor guy has trouble sometimes with timing. But yeah, you’re right…that is a lot worse. Of course, I didn’t mind Keef as much as I did Iggins. You remember him, right?”
“Yes,” Zim said, “Let us forget that horrible worm, shall we?” Zim changed the subject. “Ugh, I still can’t believe I let Tak see me here. Oh, I hate that pretentious woman.”
“Yeah, well, my brother loves her,” Gaz said, getting frustrated with the wires, but then paused for a minute, “Just as I…” She paused again. She nearly said something she was not ready to, or thought she would ever be.
“As you what?” Zim asked.
“Nothing,” Gaz said, looking up at him, only to blush and turn back to her wires, “You know, this reminds me of the time you and I fought that Neth guy.”
“The Angel Maker fool?” Zim asked. “Yes, that ignorant hack couldn’t take over the world if he tried. He could never master the power Zim wields.”
“Well,” Gaz said, “he did put us through Hell in a hand basket. And I can’t say I’ve forgiven him for touching me. If he was here right now I’d…” Just then the power to the computer Gaz was in front of turned back on, as did the lights. This, however, still defeated Gaz’s purpose with the wires. She stood up and began looking through the files on the computer while Zim stood guard and scanned the room.
“My Lord,” Gaz said, “The Resisty and the Irken Armada were infecting their own in order to breed more of these things. They’ve been breeding ever since after the containment fell.” Zim was listening while looking around the room when he saw the two specimens in two long glass tubes, both looking like giant eyeless spiders with elongated tails, with red lights and a small beeping noise coming from atop each tube.
“Specimen tank malfunction,” the voice of Father blared from the intercom, “Personnel better do something about it, because I’m sure as Hell not able to.” After saying that, the glass on the tubes shattered into pieces, and out flew the creatures, one leaping at Zim, the other at Gaz. Zim fired his shoulder cannon at the one coming at his face, blowing it to pieces, thinking only about his own self preservation and not on his “mission”. The other wrapped its tail around Gaz’s neck as she held its body away from her face.
Zim turned to her and stared at what he had come for, the life form the Tallests wanted.
“Zim, please,” Gaz gasped out, “Get this damn thing off my neck. Zim, help me.” At that moment, Zim was faced with a decision. To save the woman he loved and kill the creature, or continue on his selfish ambitions and let it infect her. He paused in his thoughts and began to realize just how much the Tallests had mistreated him over the years. No leader had ever given him respect, no matter what he did. Even if he did let it infect her, what difference would it make? Besides, he loved her; this thing he felt inside of him told him it was right to save her, this unknown feeling of dizziness and nervousness.
In an instant, Zim shot his claws out of his wrist gauntlet and lunged for the beast, skewering it like a shish-ca-bob and flung it against the wall. Gaz staggered to her feet, coughing and grabbing her throat.
“Dammit, Zim,” Gaz said, still coughing, “What was the wait? You were thinking of letting it get me, weren’t you?”
“No,” Zim said.
“Yes, you were,” Gaz said, “Don’t lie to me, man; I’m frigging clairvoyant.”
“No,” Zim said, “I merely came to the realization of something.”
“What would that be?” Gaz said sarcastically, recovering her voice. Zim took off his mask and looked her in the eye, a dead serious look on his face.
“That Zim shall take orders no longer from leaders who grant him nothing. I’m a better invader than they would think or give me credit for. In fact, I think I could be a better leader than they would ever be. Once this is over, the mighty ZIM shall start his own empire of doom!” Gaz looked at Zim in amazement of his change in character; it seemed as if, finally, Zim was thinking for himself. This gave her a slight smile. “Gaz will you join me? Together, we may create our own armada.” And the words came pouring out of Gaz’s mouth.
“Yes,” she said, dumbfounded, “we can. I love you, Zim.” She paused another moment. “And I can’t believe I just said that, but I did. And if you tell anyone, I’m going to take those antennae of yours and…” Her words were stopped with a kiss from Zim as he wrapped her in his arms. The suddenness of it caught her off guard for a moment, but she soon accepted it, closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around him. The feeling of passion and fire they felt near the hanger had not faded, nor had this great feeling changed. They did not want it to end, but knew they had to move on; Zim detached his lips from hers.
“Now, let us continue on in slaying these filthy bug beasts,” Zim said with a hiss that delighted Gaz’s ears.
“Yes,” Gaz agreed, “Let us proceed.” They left the medical lab, holding hands as they walked down the metal corridor, their anger and fury stifled in a mutual passion for one another. They proceeded on to the core, where apparently the queen was being held, according to the records Gaz had pulled off the computer.
Gir had watched the two of them the entire time. His brain finally recognized the image of who the black cat was; it was none other than Mimi, Tak’s SIR unit. Ever since he had been inside her mind, he had continually felt a connection from her, as if a part of her had not left him. Brushing aside the tacos, weenies, monkeys, and pigs, he loved her. He wanted to find her again, to be with her again, and to dance with her in that field his wild silicon brain dreamed up.
Little did they know that Steve 56 was following close behind the party.

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Chapter 14 – Specimens or Love
“Crap,” Gaz said, trying to use her small portable flashlight keychain to see the wiring on the computer, “If I had more light, maybe I could see what I’m doing.”
“Sorry I can’t help you,” Zim said.
“Eh, it’s okay,” Gaz said, “There’s no guarantee I could do this anyway. Jack is a lot better at this than I am.”
“Jack?” Zim asked.
“Jack Splicer,” Gaz said, “He taught me a few tech skills. He and Kimiko actually bought a stuffed doll of me at Hot Topic after the world found out about my psychic talents and made me a commercial icon.” She looked down for a second, “Thanks, dad. What kind of bothered me though was the whole love triangle thing with Kimiko being torn between him and Rai. I still think he should be with Catnappe.”
“That can’t be as annoying as Keef sending you a ton of emails,” Zim said, “But, yes, I remember the Jack monkey quite well; he helped fix my base after Tak disabled my base. Of course, he didn’t stick around for when the Ham Demon showed up.”
“Yeah,” Gaz said, still trying to figure out which wire was which, “Poor guy has trouble sometimes with timing. But yeah, you’re right…that is a lot worse. Of course, I didn’t mind Keef as much as I did Iggins. You remember him, right?”
“Yes,” Zim said, “Let us forget that horrible worm, shall we?” Zim changed the subject. “Ugh, I still can’t believe I let Tak see me here. Oh, I hate that pretentious woman.”
“Yeah, well, my brother loves her,” Gaz said, getting frustrated with the wires, but then paused for a minute, “Just as I…” She paused again. She nearly said something she was not ready to, or thought she would ever be.
“As you what?” Zim asked.
“Nothing,” Gaz said, looking up at him, only to blush and turn back to her wires, “You know, this reminds me of the time you and I fought that Neth guy.”
“The Angel Maker fool?” Zim asked. “Yes, that ignorant hack couldn’t take over the world if he tried. He could never master the power Zim wields.”
“Well,” Gaz said, “he did put us through Hell in a hand basket. And I can’t say I’ve forgiven him for touching me. If he was here right now I’d…” Just then the power to the computer Gaz was in front of turned back on, as did the lights. This, however, still defeated Gaz’s purpose with the wires. She stood up and began looking through the files on the computer while Zim stood guard and scanned the room.
“My Lord,” Gaz said, “The Resisty and the Irken Armada were infecting their own in order to breed more of these things. They’ve been breeding ever since after the containment fell.” Zim was listening while looking around the room when he saw the two specimens in two long glass tubes, both looking like giant eyeless spiders with elongated tails, with red lights and a small beeping noise coming from atop each tube.
“Specimen tank malfunction,” the voice of Father blared from the intercom, “Personnel better do something about it, because I’m sure as Hell not able to.” After saying that, the glass on the tubes shattered into pieces, and out flew the creatures, one leaping at Zim, the other at Gaz. Zim fired his shoulder cannon at the one coming at his face, blowing it to pieces, thinking only about his own self preservation and not on his “mission”. The other wrapped its tail around Gaz’s neck as she held its body away from her face.
Zim turned to her and stared at what he had come for, the life form the Tallests wanted.
“Zim, please,” Gaz gasped out, “Get this damn thing off my neck. Zim, help me.” At that moment, Zim was faced with a decision. To save the woman he loved and kill the creature, or continue on his selfish ambitions and let it infect her. He paused in his thoughts and began to realize just how much the Tallests had mistreated him over the years. No leader had ever given him respect, no matter what he did. Even if he did let it infect her, what difference would it make? Besides, he loved her; this thing he felt inside of him told him it was right to save her, this unknown feeling of dizziness and nervousness.
In an instant, Zim shot his claws out of his wrist gauntlet and lunged for the beast, skewering it like a shish-ca-bob and flung it against the wall. Gaz staggered to her feet, coughing and grabbing her throat.
“Dammit, Zim,” Gaz said, still coughing, “What was the wait? You were thinking of letting it get me, weren’t you?”
“No,” Zim said.
“Yes, you were,” Gaz said, “Don’t lie to me, man; I’m frigging clairvoyant.”
“No,” Zim said, “I merely came to the realization of something.”
“What would that be?” Gaz said sarcastically, recovering her voice. Zim took off his mask and looked her in the eye, a dead serious look on his face.
“That Zim shall take orders no longer from leaders who grant him nothing. I’m a better invader than they would think or give me credit for. In fact, I think I could be a better leader than they would ever be. Once this is over, the mighty ZIM shall start his own empire of doom!” Gaz looked at Zim in amazement of his change in character; it seemed as if, finally, Zim was thinking for himself. This gave her a slight smile. “Gaz will you join me? Together, we may create our own armada.” And the words came pouring out of Gaz’s mouth.
“Yes,” she said, dumbfounded, “we can. I love you, Zim.” She paused another moment. “And I can’t believe I just said that, but I did. And if you tell anyone, I’m going to take those antennae of yours and…” Her words were stopped with a kiss from Zim as he wrapped her in his arms. The suddenness of it caught her off guard for a moment, but she soon accepted it, closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around him. The feeling of passion and fire they felt near the hanger had not faded, nor had this great feeling changed. They did not want it to end, but knew they had to move on; Zim detached his lips from hers.
“Now, let us continue on in slaying these filthy bug beasts,” Zim said with a hiss that delighted Gaz’s ears.
“Yes,” Gaz agreed, “Let us proceed.” They left the medical lab, holding hands as they walked down the metal corridor, their anger and fury stifled in a mutual passion for one another. They proceeded on to the core, where apparently the queen was being held, according to the records Gaz had pulled off the computer.
Gir had watched the two of them the entire time. His brain finally recognized the image of who the black cat was; it was none other than Mimi, Tak’s SIR unit. Ever since he had been inside her mind, he had continually felt a connection from her, as if a part of her had not left him. Brushing aside the tacos, weenies, monkeys, and pigs, he loved her. He wanted to find her again, to be with her again, and to dance with her in that field his wild silicon brain dreamed up.
Little did they know that Steve 56 was following close behind the party.