Zim the Warlord Chapter 9/Hero of Naboo News

Okay, Zim the Warlord is getting an update soon, but Hero of Naboo will get it new chapter by next weekend at the very latest, but this weekend at the earliest- I put it off for awhile to research some Force groups and the Jedi Temple layout itself- a writer's block due to technical issues, in other words. Anyway, now that that is done, the rest should come easy enough.

The Original Story chapter is also back in the works now that my minor RL issues cleared up and my editor's really RL issues have....not cleared up so much as passed. He lost his grandmother earlier in the month, for those that don't know. Complete honesty, I wrote one of the previous Zim chapters mainly to cheer him up via the humor in the fic. 

ON WITH THE PREVIEW!

Sneakyonfoota looked down at the human for a moment before turning to Zim while pointing down at Gaz. "I want one."

"Say what?" Gaz asked in surprise, looking at the tall mody in shock, Zim tilting his head at his comrad.

"You want a human for a slave?" Zim asked curiously.

"I want one like her, yes," Sneaky confirmed casually.

"Well, you can't have her, and I haven't stumbled across any like her. Plus, you know, Earth is mine," Zim reminded. "Don't you have your own planet to conquer and scrounge through?

"Eh, the Meshoans are going through a civil war thanks to my plan to take down their leader going off earlier than I expected," Sneakyonfoota admitted with a wave. "Its made the entire thing more messy than anything, with all the little factions growing."

"Meshoans? Wow, your luck is terrible; they only became a global governemnt recently, they should have been easy to subervert and control," Zim remarked conversationally. "What happened?"

"I needed a regime change, I misjudged how unstable their society still once. Next thing I know, their revolutions, wars for independence, and Irk knows what else since I've been gone," Sneakyonfoota explained, tilting his head at Zim. "You're excuse?"

"Humans barely have the concept of a fuctioning global state, and the world is divided by just about everything: Particular beliefs with great and minute differences, slight physical differences, and everything else a control brain could imagine, each more stupider than the last," Zim elaborated in disdain.

"He's not wrong, my world is incredibly stupid," Gaz vouched without hesitation.

"Is that why you're not resisting Zim?" Sneakyonfoota asked curiously, but recieved no answer.

"There are nearly two hundred nations, and I can't just outright conquer them with superior tech until I have all the nukes accounted for," Zim continued.

"Nukes?" Sneakyonfoota questioned with a furrowed brow.

"Hmm? Oh, right, Human terminology- bombs fuel via atom spliting," Zim elaborated.

"Oh, lovely," Sneakyonfoota remarked with a groan. "Them killing off their own ecosystem wouldn't be too bad for you before you were charged with ruling the dirt ball."

"Or if they bothered to research how to neutralize the radiation, but I know that's asking too much of them," Zim said with a suffering breath. "Still, my point still stands, you can't have Gaz."

"And there's nothing you'd trade her for?" Sneakyonfoota asked, giving a knowing smile to Zim. "Looks like I was more on the mark than I thought."

Zim just huffed and looked away. "I seem to recall Bob mentioning a rather tall invader among the midst of those that owed him for that bet against me?" he reminded pointedly.

Sneakyonfoota grimanced at that. "I suppose I am a bit distinctive," he mused, scratching his large skull. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Zim can do many things, he simply declines to do all of them," Zim retorted, giving him a curious look all the same. 

The stealthy mody nodded past him towards another booth. Zim followed his gaze, seeing Zon sitting to himself. "Have a talk with him."

"Why? What's his beef?" Gaz inquired with her arms crossed.

Sneakyonfoota didn't deign to answer as he moved away, Zim humming as he stared at the back of Zon's head. "This should be interesting."

"Want me to hang back here with the tentacle?" Gaz asked, flinching at her own words. "And I just realized what I said."

"And there he is, the Doom of Impending Doom I!" Todog called with a wide grin as he walked up to Zim carrying two boxes of food, not noticing Zon tensing at the word chocie. 

"Todog! Its been a long time!" Zim greeted in a happy tone that surprised even Gaz as the two Irkens shared a brief hug. "Its been, what three years since you flunked out of Invader Training?" 

"Three years and twenty-three months, but who's keeping count?" Todog answered rethorically. "Irk, what are the odds we both ended up Mods?"

"About as likely as me finding an actual planet to invade on my "special" mission," Zim remarked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, real nice hijacking the Massive by the way," Todog said with both annoyance and amusement. "You have any idea how long I was helping clean up that mess?"

"Oh boohoo, you actually had to do something you lazy smeet," Zim returned as a goodnatured jab.

"Yes, the evilest thing you've done in nearly two years," Todog remarked overdramatically, holding out oneo f the boxes. "Here's yours. You still like moose-shminkies?"

"Eating, yes. Making? I'd almost rather dance in hot greese again," Zim said dryly before his eyes shifted over to Zon. "Mind sitting with Gazling for a moment?"

Todog looked from Zim to his target and back before nodding. "As long as I don't have to be in the middle of the kriffstorm."

Gaz rolled her eyes. "Zim, I don't need a watcher or any-" 

"Gaz."

The purplette turned her gaze upwards in surprise from the tone, seeing Zim was sending her a hard look. She held his stare for a moment, her dream flashing breifly in her mind, before clicking her tongue in resignment. "Fine."

Todog watched Zim leave with the expression would while watching a train wreck. "Well, this'll be eventful," Todog remarked as he sat in the safe side of the booth, Gaz sitting next to him. "You want some?" he offered, opening the box to reveal strange things that looked almost like fur-covered french fries.

"Geh. No thanks," she answered, not even sure if that was edible for humans.

Todog shrugged, glancing to the tentacle glance over the edge. "How about you?"

"So, what'd he do?" Gaz asked curiously as she watched Zim go.

"Hmm? Who?" Todog asked in confusion, watching as the limb cautiously inched forward.

"Zim. A lot of you obviously hate him, and I keep hearing about this Impending Doom I," she clarrifed, glancing at him intently. "What happened?"

Todog stared at her cautiously for a moment as he fed the tentacle one of his shminkies. "That is a can of bliffmogs that I am not opening. You're his pet, ask him yourself."

Gaz rolled her eyes before deciding to change tracks. "Speaking of that, how dead would I have been if not for this collar on my neck?"

"You were on our greatest battleship, in the same room as our leaders and members of a secret project, who you disrespected," Todog pointed out. "Death was hardly the worst that could have happened."

Zim, meanwhile, took a seat across from Zon, who had his head down against the table. "Seat's taken," the elite gruntted.

"I doubt that," Zim answered, giving a smug, pleased smile as Zon sat right up, surprise turning into a glare at record speed.

"Zim. What do you want?" he asked frostily.

"Well, you seem to have something you wanted to get off your spooch, so here I am," Zim answered casually as he took a bite of his own moose-schminkies, siting sideways inthe booth with his legs on the rest of his seat.

"Something off my spooch?" Zon repeated slowly, carefully, before shaking his head in disbelief. "You're really amazing, Zim."

"Thank you! I'm glad you finally noticed," Zim returned with a wide grin.

"An amazing piece of kriff!" Zon hissed out, getting Zim's attention. "You actually think you can just pretend like nothing happened?"

"I'm hardly pretending, Zon," Zim retorted with an eyeroll. 

"You bastard," Zon said with long, frustrated breath. "I hate you, Zim."