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[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim, who totally thought up that plan with out any help from Reed, (Zim: Because I'm amazing) comes up with a plan)
Zim: GIR! Pilot the cruiser while I sabotage this big...gun thing.
Gir: (angry mode) YES SIR) (normal mode) I like gun things!
(Zim dons an extremely shitty disguise, (but any one in his world would fall for it) and prepares himself)
Zim: (to himself) These pitiful creatures will regret their actions...SOON, THEY WILL ONLY BE KNOWN AS PART OF THE SECOND GREAT CONQUEST BY ZIIIIIIIIM!!!!!!

[Reed Teran]

*The cannon is HUGE. As in...can be seen from space. So it'll be a daunting task...especially with the 5 Blade Anti-Air Missiles now bearing down on his ship.*

[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim leaps out, not noticing. Gir giggles and starts pressing random buttons, firing all the weapons at once)

[Reed Teran]

*zim falls flat on his face, but, being a toon, he just makes a silly noise. But he has fallen...in the middle of a group of these savages.*

[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim looks up, still wearing his disguise)
Zim: (fake voice) Hey, how's it goin?

[Reed Teran]

*the big scary barbarians take a good long look at Zim....and totally fall for it, as dumb as they are. the leader speaks in a gruff voice*

Brutonian: What were ya doin' in the air, you FOOL?! We need to head to da citadel an report to warlord Bruton!

[ILOVEVHS]

Zim: Eh? Oh, of course! I was simply...eh...on my way here!

[Reed Teran]

*they hoist zim up, and march on to the big, ominous and spiky citadel in the distance, with a few bodies of various races impaled on spikes here and there, including...AN IRKEN?! And he's halfway wearing a disguise too! His last moments didn't look nice, if the frozen look of sheer terror on his face says much.*
Brutonian: Lord Bruton's gonna have somethin' big ta say! We're gettin a feast!

[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim cringes at the sight of it)
Zim: Oh yes, I love having things to feast into my belly!

[Reed Teran]

*the inside of the citadel courtyard is, well, bloody. Many met their end here, and it surely wasn't quick. A few blood-curdling screams confirm that there ARE still captives here being horribly brutalized, and the raucous laughter of the wicked brutonian warriors just goes to show how vile and wicked they are. The group makes way to the bloodstained feasting tables, as their fearless leader, the almighty BBEG of the galaxy himself, stands on a platform overlooking his soldiery. His grim, masked visage could strike fear in the hardiest of heroes, and soil the pants of many cowards. At his side was a battleaxe with a head as big as Zim himself, with half of a human still somewhat embedded in the edge, bleeding and dead. This warlord was the greatest threat to the galaxy at large, and by the Tallest did he show it. He seems to be talking with a small snake in a helmet who was about Zim's size.*

[Raven]

"Inertia, why don't you redirect your misplaced aggression towards that ship while I get the Irkens to safety?" Valgus suggests as he holds out his other hand, forming a white magic circle, summoning another smaller ship to house the Irkens.

 

"Don't have to tell me twice." Says Inertia as he rockets towards the dreadnought. 

[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim as we speak is plotting secretly in his head against him, trying to ignore the terrifying scenery)

[Reed Teran]

*the dreadnought focuses about 7 beams in Inertia's direction while blasting away at the DDT shells, only a few make it into the hull.*

 

 

 

 

*Bruton then slams his fist on the podium, getting the warriors to be silent.*

Bruton: My warriors, my killing machines, my loyal followers. This day, we have a new planet in the system, as per the Anomaly. CAD Satellites have gotten images of the surface back to us, and from the looks of it, it has LIFE TO SMASH!

*a loud war cry bellows in the courtyard.*

Bruton: Not only that, from the looks of it, these newcomers seem to have a very peculiar form of culture. They appear to be PEACEMONGERS!

*loud boos and hisses from the warriors*

Bruton: This is an affront to our society, to our conquest! I will NOT have PEACEMONGERS ruin my CONQUEST! This galaxy will burn and beg at my knees, not prance about with butterflies and unicorns! So I am making this new planet designated Targoti Maxim! I want it RAZED in my name, it's inhabitants my SLAVES, and it's women the TOYS of my loyal and most favored troops!!

*a even louder, more raucous cheering and roaring echoes through the courtyard.*

Bruton: So let it be that we will burn this new planet to a cinder! But alas, we have another worry to consider.

*he holds up a still-living Irken stormtrooper, of the Drop Deployment Troop variety. It's clear the poor little guy doesn't want to be held by the head.*

These little rats have been a thorn in my side, constantly attempting to invade my planet from that damned moon of theirs. I want my BIF troopers to launch an offensive on this "New Irk", and ANNIHILATE IT!

*a large group of spikier-than-the-rest thin troopers in solid black segmented armor beat their fists on their chests, and march off.*

Bruton: The rest of you, TO YOUR DUTIES! Warriors, to the Fleet Grounds, to prepare for the invasion of target Targoti Maxim!

*the bulk of the warriors begin filing off, shouting and roaring as usual, as Bruton crushes the head of the poor Irken DDT in his grasp, tosses the rest away, and turns back to talk to his apparent assistant.*

 

(Well Raven, I hope that the Derexians have planetary defenses.)

[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim fake cheers and boos with the others to fit in, secretly recording the message. He would admire Bruton's ambition if it didn't stand in the way of ZIIIIIIM!!!! Afterwards, he follows the others.

Meanwhile, Gir is having a lovely time blowing shit up)

[Reed Teran]

*GiR is actually succeeding, for the most part, as many  of the brutonians are actually attempting to jump up and catch the ship.*

 

 

*after a good march, Bruton shows up yet again to inspect his men.*

Bruton: Alright, you lot, time for a checking. If there are any spies or traitors among you, feel free to speak up early, and your death will be much quicker.

[ILOVEVHS]

(Zim tries to act as unremarkable as possible, in order to not look fake)

[Reed Teran]

*After a few checks, the big, imposing Bruton makes it to Zim, glaring down at him.*

Bruton: Aren't you a tad small to be one of my warriors, runt?

[ILOVEVHS]

Zim: Eh...of course not! It makes it easier for slaughter all of the...FILTHY PIGS...fighting against us!

[Reed Teran]

*Bruton holds his unswerving glare, and, as if by a miracle, he actually goes for it.*
Bruton: Hm. I'll have to talk to my R&D personnell about shrinking my warriors without my consent.
*he kneels, and prods Zim's forehead with his cold, metal gauntlet*
Do not think your small stature to be an acceptable hindrance, peon. You will kill just as many of those foolish pacifists as your brethren, otherwise you will end up as the next batch's feast...or worse.
*he chuckles and stands, lumbering off.*

[Raven]

Inertia throws up his shield just before the beams hit, curving the beams around him with no problem.

 

Valgus loads the Irkens into the new ship and seals them in before turning his attention towards the dreadnought.