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Chapter 7 – Discordant Reunion
DISCLAIMER: Some of this may get perverted, but the perverted are punished for it, so please bear with me.
Dib and Gaz made their way through the darkened corridor, the red emergency lights the offering only a little visibility here and there. They walked cautiously, but with less fear, as Gaz sensed no life forms within the area.
“Getting anything?” Dib asked.
“Nothing living,” Gaz stated bluntly.
The two reached the opened blast door, which, due to the lack of power throughout the ship, had not automatically closed since Tak’s team went through. The presence Gaz did feel, however, became stronger in the four-way cross. Through the darkness and patches of red light, Gaz could see clearly that which this effect emanated from, the irken spirits, all of who stood and stared at her, looking as they did when they had died, each standing over his or her respective corpse. Some had their throats torn while others were covered in acid burns, but each had a sullen look on his or her face, at least what was left of it. They told Gaz the story, not with words, but with their very sight.
“We’re looking for two of your kind,” Gaz said to them, “Can you tell us where they went?” In unison, each of them raised their hand to the closed blast door behind her.

Tak and Zim ran down the corridor, their boots clanking against the steel floor.
“Okay,” Tak said smugly, “We need to get to the captain’s chamber. He should had a keycard for the electrical generator control room. If we can get the power back on, it should allow us to open the security lock on the engine room, which, if I’m not mistaken, requires electronic security to get through each of its doors.”
“Why would we need to go there?” Zim smarted off.
“We can then destroy the ship if we destroy the core,” Tak stated in a frustrated tone.
“Hey, I’m just after the specimens,” Zim stated also quite frustrated, stopping in his running to rant, causing Tak to stop and listen but only by reflex and not by choice, “I could care less about where this ship crashes. Be it Earth, all the better. Anything circumstances can do to that filthy piece of space dirt, I’ll be most satisfied with. Soon, the Tallests will recognize the greatness of ZIIIM when I bring them what their filthy elite could not!”
“Did you not hear what the Tallests were saying?” Tak stammered, “I knew you were there in the room listening with us; I’m not a fool. I told the troops that if the worst case scenario happened, I was defecting. They can’t treat us like puppets or some commodity.”
“I’ve heard enough from you, foolish human lover,” Zim shouted, pointing at her outfit, “I’m off to the medical research labs; I’ll have no trouble finding these specimens on my own.”
“Fine,” Tak blurted, “Go get yourself killed for the cause of being further controlled. I’m destroying this horrid piece of company property on my own.”
They could have killed each other there, but did not. Something inside of them told them not to, that there was still some honor among rivals, and there would be fights for another day. Zim turned his cloaking device back on and ran back the way he came. Tak continued running through the near pitched darkness in the opposite direction. She stopped again, however, to pull her PDA out of her backpack and, after hitting a few buttons, reactivated Mimi who was waiting in the Gudrun.
Mimi opened her eyes. She sat up and flipped out of the ship. Having been ordered to remain in earth mode, she transformed into her cat form and, responding to the remote signal of Tak’s PDA, darted through the open blast door and into the darkness.

Dib looked at Gaz with a sense of dread, not knowing who or what she was speaking to in the dark floating nightmare machine that was the Odin. He was not so much frightened by the prospect of the supernatural but rather the unknown. Who or what could be standing next to him in the red light? Could it be a dread spirit without a face, could it be one of the restless dead, or could it be an avatar of Nyarlathotep attempting to fool Gaz into her doom?
He then felt something brush past his leg, causing him to jump what felt like a mile into the air, only to have him land back down to see what it was. Mimi stopped in the middle of the room and looked at both Gaz and Dib, studying over them before darting off through the opposite open door.
“Mimi!” Dib shouted and, reacting on impulse, darted down the dark hallway of the unknown. He was going to see Tak again; maybe she could give him comfort where his clairvoyant, angry sister could not.
“I’m going to see if she leads me to Tak,” Dib shouted back, turning his head, “I’ll meet you later, okay?” he then disappeared into the murky black emptiness. Gaz shrugged and opened the door behind her, thanking the spirits before walking through into her own darkened corridor. The spirits looked at her with a longing and sorrow few could ever see even within the mortal world. They then evaporated into the air to roam about the ship in tormented agony, waiting to be set free, to pass on to what they deserved.

Dib ran frantically down the hall, holding his hated pulse rifle up every now and then, in case of enemies. He did not want to use it but was too afraid not to have the comfort of some firearm. It was hard, however, to watch the patches of light (they were blue in this area for whatever reason) and to still keep pace with the ever fast Mimi.
He then heard something moving in the dark further up the hallway.
“Hello?” Dib inquired. He then held his rifle tighter, in tense hands, wobbling his aim left and right. He then could not help himself but continue forward through the darkness. Whatever it was continued forward as well, making a stomping noise against the metal as it walked. He began walking slower, but that eased none of the tension.
The walking stopped, however, when Dib collided with what was in front of him. The blue light switched on above them, in a delayed electrical impulse, to reveal that he had run into Tak and knocked her down on her butt, her human form fizzling for a moment before returning to an older version of the form he had first met her in. He had fallen on his butt as well.
It took a moment for Tak to recover when she noticed that her skirt was not where it needed to be. She flipped her hands in front, climbed to her feet, and grabbed up her weapon, sticking it in the face of whoever knocked her down.
“Freeze!” Tak shouted, “I don’t know who you are, but stay right there! And you better not have seen anything; otherwise, you’re dead where you sit!”
“Relax, Tak,” Dib said as sweetly and as meekly as ever, causing her to finally recognize the voice as his and see that it was his face she was sticking the gun in. His heart raced at the very sight of her, without him paying any attention to the gun. He could not believe that he was finally face to face with her again. She looked just as beautiful as she always had been to him. His inner soul felt ablaze.
“Dib,” Tak said with an awkward shock, yet still not lowering the gun, still unsure of his purpose here, on guard against him foiling any more of her plans. “What the hell are you doing here?” There was a moment’s pause. “It’s not safe.”
“I’m here because I’m trying to save my planet again,” Dib said clearly, making it sound as if it would have been obvious. They looked at each other for a moment, a look of both mistrust and yet a sense of longing. Tak lowered her weapon, her strong irken will giving way. “I’m going to destroy the ship before it hits the ground. I’m not about to have anyone in my city, or for that matter, all of California hurt. Try and stop me if you like but…”
“Then, Dib,” Tak interrupted, speaking in low words, “it seems we have the same goal. I’m trying to destroy it as well.”
“Really?” Dib asked, perplexed, “But why?”
“I’m through being a puppet of the Tallests,” Tak said, looking to her side, “The new Tallests are not as benevolent as our older ones had previously been. They made me and my team a commodity, even after offering me the possibility of being one of them.” Her arms began to shake. “I would have laid my life down for our older leaders, but there is no heart, no life in our new leaders, only ambition.”
“I could think of someone else like that,” Dib said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, thinking of Zim.
“Dammit, Dib,” Tak said, not agitated with him but with what was on her mind, “Those things…they killed my entire team in a matter of minutes.”
“What things?”
“The xenomorphic life forms! The bug-dragons, with no eyes and two mouths!” Tak blurted out, looking up at him, their eyes meeting. Dib looked deep into her beautiful, violet eyes and saw a clear agitation of spirit, along with something else, something he could not define, something formless and indefinite. She looked into his deep brown eyes, which showed a clear genuine concern and, likewise, something indefinable. For a moment, she stopped being a soldier and began being humanoid again, falling forward to wrap her arms around Dib’s neck, holding him for comfort. “Dammit, Dib, what are we going to do?” He held her in his arms, comforting her in her overwhelming despair.
“We’ll stick to your plan,” Dib said, “We’re going to blow up the ship, get ourselves and my sister out of here…”
“Gaz is here too?” Tak interrupted.
“Yeah,” Dib said softly to her, “and apparently Zim is as well.” He ended with a sarcastic tone.
“Oh how well I know,” Tak said with a laugh, “and it’s your plan too.” She got up from him, patting one hand on his chest to reassure him of the fact, the other hand on his shoulder. She moved off hesitantly, only to then revert to soldier mode and begin to walk away to grab her gun.
“Well, since you’re not going to kill me now,” Dib said with a nervous smile on his face, “I guess you could spare me that I accidentally got a peak when you were on the ground. Blue, right?” Tak looked back at him, her face smug and mouth scrunched to the side. She stepped toward him and slapped his face.
“Must you blurt out everything in that large head of yours?” She turned to leave, grabbed her gun, and continued down the hallway, Mimi following close by, a motion tracker screen popping out of her back. She looked back for a second and made a smile she made sure Dib would not see. Tak was flattered, and did not know why; all she knew was that it felt wonderful.
“And if you tell anyone that I hugged you, you’re dead. Got it?” She asked back to him, yet in a pleasant voice.
“Scouts honor,” Dib responded, still able, despite the light, to see that she was happy to see him again.
“Coming or not?” Tak asked.
“On we go then,” Dib said, readying his rifle and proceeding back into the black gulf of the unknown, this time with the company of the one he secretly loved.

Description
Chapter 7 – Discordant Reunion
DISCLAIMER: Some of this may get perverted, but the perverted are punished for it, so please bear with me.
Dib and Gaz made their way through the darkened corridor, the red emergency lights the offering only a little visibility here and there. They walked cautiously, but with less fear, as Gaz sensed no life forms within the area.
“Getting anything?” Dib asked.
“Nothing living,” Gaz stated bluntly.
The two reached the opened blast door, which, due to the lack of power throughout the ship, had not automatically closed since Tak’s team went through. The presence Gaz did feel, however, became stronger in the four-way cross. Through the darkness and patches of red light, Gaz could see clearly that which this effect emanated from, the irken spirits, all of who stood and stared at her, looking as they did when they had died, each standing over his or her respective corpse. Some had their throats torn while others were covered in acid burns, but each had a sullen look on his or her face, at least what was left of it. They told Gaz the story, not with words, but with their very sight.
“We’re looking for two of your kind,” Gaz said to them, “Can you tell us where they went?” In unison, each of them raised their hand to the closed blast door behind her.

Tak and Zim ran down the corridor, their boots clanking against the steel floor.
“Okay,” Tak said smugly, “We need to get to the captain’s chamber. He should had a keycard for the electrical generator control room. If we can get the power back on, it should allow us to open the security lock on the engine room, which, if I’m not mistaken, requires electronic security to get through each of its doors.”
“Why would we need to go there?” Zim smarted off.
“We can then destroy the ship if we destroy the core,” Tak stated in a frustrated tone.
“Hey, I’m just after the specimens,” Zim stated also quite frustrated, stopping in his running to rant, causing Tak to stop and listen but only by reflex and not by choice, “I could care less about where this ship crashes. Be it Earth, all the better. Anything circumstances can do to that filthy piece of space dirt, I’ll be most satisfied with. Soon, the Tallests will recognize the greatness of ZIIIM when I bring them what their filthy elite could not!”
“Did you not hear what the Tallests were saying?” Tak stammered, “I knew you were there in the room listening with us; I’m not a fool. I told the troops that if the worst case scenario happened, I was defecting. They can’t treat us like puppets or some commodity.”
“I’ve heard enough from you, foolish human lover,” Zim shouted, pointing at her outfit, “I’m off to the medical research labs; I’ll have no trouble finding these specimens on my own.”
“Fine,” Tak blurted, “Go get yourself killed for the cause of being further controlled. I’m destroying this horrid piece of company property on my own.”
They could have killed each other there, but did not. Something inside of them told them not to, that there was still some honor among rivals, and there would be fights for another day. Zim turned his cloaking device back on and ran back the way he came. Tak continued running through the near pitched darkness in the opposite direction. She stopped again, however, to pull her PDA out of her backpack and, after hitting a few buttons, reactivated Mimi who was waiting in the Gudrun.
Mimi opened her eyes. She sat up and flipped out of the ship. Having been ordered to remain in earth mode, she transformed into her cat form and, responding to the remote signal of Tak’s PDA, darted through the open blast door and into the darkness.

Dib looked at Gaz with a sense of dread, not knowing who or what she was speaking to in the dark floating nightmare machine that was the Odin. He was not so much frightened by the prospect of the supernatural but rather the unknown. Who or what could be standing next to him in the red light? Could it be a dread spirit without a face, could it be one of the restless dead, or could it be an avatar of Nyarlathotep attempting to fool Gaz into her doom?
He then felt something brush past his leg, causing him to jump what felt like a mile into the air, only to have him land back down to see what it was. Mimi stopped in the middle of the room and looked at both Gaz and Dib, studying over them before darting off through the opposite open door.
“Mimi!” Dib shouted and, reacting on impulse, darted down the dark hallway of the unknown. He was going to see Tak again; maybe she could give him comfort where his clairvoyant, angry sister could not.
“I’m going to see if she leads me to Tak,” Dib shouted back, turning his head, “I’ll meet you later, okay?” he then disappeared into the murky black emptiness. Gaz shrugged and opened the door behind her, thanking the spirits before walking through into her own darkened corridor. The spirits looked at her with a longing and sorrow few could ever see even within the mortal world. They then evaporated into the air to roam about the ship in tormented agony, waiting to be set free, to pass on to what they deserved.

Dib ran frantically down the hall, holding his hated pulse rifle up every now and then, in case of enemies. He did not want to use it but was too afraid not to have the comfort of some firearm. It was hard, however, to watch the patches of light (they were blue in this area for whatever reason) and to still keep pace with the ever fast Mimi.
He then heard something moving in the dark further up the hallway.
“Hello?” Dib inquired. He then held his rifle tighter, in tense hands, wobbling his aim left and right. He then could not help himself but continue forward through the darkness. Whatever it was continued forward as well, making a stomping noise against the metal as it walked. He began walking slower, but that eased none of the tension.
The walking stopped, however, when Dib collided with what was in front of him. The blue light switched on above them, in a delayed electrical impulse, to reveal that he had run into Tak and knocked her down on her butt, her human form fizzling for a moment before returning to an older version of the form he had first met her in. He had fallen on his butt as well.
It took a moment for Tak to recover when she noticed that her skirt was not where it needed to be. She flipped her hands in front, climbed to her feet, and grabbed up her weapon, sticking it in the face of whoever knocked her down.
“Freeze!” Tak shouted, “I don’t know who you are, but stay right there! And you better not have seen anything; otherwise, you’re dead where you sit!”
“Relax, Tak,” Dib said as sweetly and as meekly as ever, causing her to finally recognize the voice as his and see that it was his face she was sticking the gun in. His heart raced at the very sight of her, without him paying any attention to the gun. He could not believe that he was finally face to face with her again. She looked just as beautiful as she always had been to him. His inner soul felt ablaze.
“Dib,” Tak said with an awkward shock, yet still not lowering the gun, still unsure of his purpose here, on guard against him foiling any more of her plans. “What the hell are you doing here?” There was a moment’s pause. “It’s not safe.”
“I’m here because I’m trying to save my planet again,” Dib said clearly, making it sound as if it would have been obvious. They looked at each other for a moment, a look of both mistrust and yet a sense of longing. Tak lowered her weapon, her strong irken will giving way. “I’m going to destroy the ship before it hits the ground. I’m not about to have anyone in my city, or for that matter, all of California hurt. Try and stop me if you like but…”
“Then, Dib,” Tak interrupted, speaking in low words, “it seems we have the same goal. I’m trying to destroy it as well.”
“Really?” Dib asked, perplexed, “But why?”
“I’m through being a puppet of the Tallests,” Tak said, looking to her side, “The new Tallests are not as benevolent as our older ones had previously been. They made me and my team a commodity, even after offering me the possibility of being one of them.” Her arms began to shake. “I would have laid my life down for our older leaders, but there is no heart, no life in our new leaders, only ambition.”
“I could think of someone else like that,” Dib said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, thinking of Zim.
“Dammit, Dib,” Tak said, not agitated with him but with what was on her mind, “Those things…they killed my entire team in a matter of minutes.”
“What things?”
“The xenomorphic life forms! The bug-dragons, with no eyes and two mouths!” Tak blurted out, looking up at him, their eyes meeting. Dib looked deep into her beautiful, violet eyes and saw a clear agitation of spirit, along with something else, something he could not define, something formless and indefinite. She looked into his deep brown eyes, which showed a clear genuine concern and, likewise, something indefinable. For a moment, she stopped being a soldier and began being humanoid again, falling forward to wrap her arms around Dib’s neck, holding him for comfort. “Dammit, Dib, what are we going to do?” He held her in his arms, comforting her in her overwhelming despair.
“We’ll stick to your plan,” Dib said, “We’re going to blow up the ship, get ourselves and my sister out of here…”
“Gaz is here too?” Tak interrupted.
“Yeah,” Dib said softly to her, “and apparently Zim is as well.” He ended with a sarcastic tone.
“Oh how well I know,” Tak said with a laugh, “and it’s your plan too.” She got up from him, patting one hand on his chest to reassure him of the fact, the other hand on his shoulder. She moved off hesitantly, only to then revert to soldier mode and begin to walk away to grab her gun.
“Well, since you’re not going to kill me now,” Dib said with a nervous smile on his face, “I guess you could spare me that I accidentally got a peak when you were on the ground. Blue, right?” Tak looked back at him, her face smug and mouth scrunched to the side. She stepped toward him and slapped his face.
“Must you blurt out everything in that large head of yours?” She turned to leave, grabbed her gun, and continued down the hallway, Mimi following close by, a motion tracker screen popping out of her back. She looked back for a second and made a smile she made sure Dib would not see. Tak was flattered, and did not know why; all she knew was that it felt wonderful.
“And if you tell anyone that I hugged you, you’re dead. Got it?” She asked back to him, yet in a pleasant voice.
“Scouts honor,” Dib responded, still able, despite the light, to see that she was happy to see him again.
“Coming or not?” Tak asked.
“On we go then,” Dib said, readying his rifle and proceeding back into the black gulf of the unknown, this time with the company of the one he secretly loved.