Hi all! MEC is back and, quite honestly, a little tired. But I'm feeling rather good about how this chapter came out. There's a little drama, a little action, a little suspence, all that good stuff!

Anyway, welcome to the first chapter of a greatly improved, My Only! I re-read my story the toehr day, feelign the itch to write, and I couldn't help but think, "I can do WAY better than that." So, now, here we have what become of my lighting a fire under my own ass. Won't be sitting for a week, but at least you guys have something to read, right?

Ok, I'm not that funny. Just read the story and review. But like I said before, the first seven chapters are free, no review limit. I'll try and get them out in a timely fashion, which shouldn't be that hard being most of the story already exists. XD Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I just borrow other people's things and make sh*t up.

Special thanks: CJ. Cause, you know, you do stuff. Special stuff. No, not THAT special, only a little special... and over the internet which makes it less special... ok, it's not special, but you're cool, so it's ok. Thanks for reading this before hand. And don't worry, you'll find out what happens next after I write it, same as everyone else.

Revenge. That was the only thing on one 'Invader' Zim's mind as he was led up to a massive podium, positioned in the gaze of one of the most powerful beings in existence. The Control Brain. One of many who over saw the irkens' mission for conquest of the known universe. No one knew where they came from, and if the Brains had their way, which they usually did, no one ever would. The only important thing was that they were all knowing and that the most powerful race in the universe followed their every command.

Soon after the conquest of Earth one of the seventeen located on Judgmentia had insisted he be moved there, to start the expansion to that side of the universe. As soon as he was locked tightly in one of the many eco domes bubbling up from the planet's surface to protect the irkens living there from the rain, Zim was put on trial.

Treason, murder, illegal hacking, these were just a few of the charges against him, all of which could result in his death.

"Irken Food-Service Drone Zim." The Brain addressed the small irken. "How do you respond to the charges brought up against you?"

Zim stared at the floor. This was all Dib's fault! If he hadn't gotten in the way none of this would have happened!

"Zim, how do you respond?" The Brain asked again.

"I'm innocent!" Zim instantly shouted. The race, it seemed, in unison, rolled their eyes. "It was all the human DIB's fault! I would have had this planet ages ago if it wasn't for him! I wouldn't have had to resort to the hacking! I could have made up for the other stuff!"

"You destroyed half our finest soldiers!" Red shouted, glaring at the smaller irken from another pedestal. "Nothing you could EVER do will make up for that!"

"Not to mention the deaths of two former Tallest!" Purple shouted in agreence.

"That wasn't my fault either!" Zim quickly said. "That was all that stupid La-!" But he was quickly cut off by the brain.

"Enough." He said, calmly but loudly. "I've heard enough. Judging will now begin." And with that a long tendril of a cord came down from the top of the dome, attaching itself to the bound and kneeling irken's pak, scanning through its memory.

Zim's breathing picked up. He knew what it would find there, he knew, he'd be absorbed, or worse, ERASED! He had to escape!

He looked around, quickly spotted two perfect scapegoats. "OVER THERE!" He shouted, motioning with a nod of the head two domes over. "Two humans! And unscheduled mating! They're sucking face!"

The crowd as a whole turned, including the Tallest, giving him the perfect opportunity to stand and turn, ripping the cord from his pak as he ran, arms bound behind his back slowing him down. However the head start he'd gotten from his diversion made it possible to leave the crowd.

The Tallest quickly turned and Red scowled. "Call the Elite!" He yelled, turning to one of his guards. "Don't let him leave the atmosphere!"

Zim ran out of the dome, heading straight for another. A parking dome wasn't too far away. Transporters led from there to the Earth's moon, which had been converted to a parking satellite.

"Hold it Defect!" A gruff voice called, making Zim pause and turn momentarily. He hurriedly continued running however at the sight of five irken Elites on his tail, concentrated plasma batons in hand.

He made it inside, knocking over two transporter maids in an effort to deter the trained soldiers, but they hopped over the make-shift speed bumps without missing a beat. Zim, however, was not one to lose hope. He'd gone through the same, rigorous training as the Elite, something the Tallest and everyone else quickly forgot in their joking and teasing of the ex-invader.

Both hands held tightly behind his back, he used his momentum to jump and push against a wall, putting him on the flat surface of the top of one of the transporters. He quickly righted himself to hop along them, trying to get to the higher ones, which he knew would put him on the farthest side of the Moon, allowing him a little more escape time if he could make it.

The Elite followed him like blood hounds, one following him in his stunt, the others following along the ground for when he fell. Zim was clumsy like that after all.

"Gatcha' Defect!" The one who followed him declared. A female from the sound of her voice. She was right, he was cornered.

"I'm no defect!" He yelled, turning to face the soldier. With them so high up at this point though, he at least had until the elevator got to the ground and back up to beat this much more armed soldier. He pulled his arms behind him, bringing them up over his head and twisting them to the front, so at least he could guard himself.

"Give it up, Zim." The Elite female said with a smirk on her pretty lips. "You can't even get into your pak; do you really think you could beat me with your hands tied up like that?"

"I don't have to beat you." Zim pointed out simply. "I just have to get away."

"That's not likely, Defect." She said, twirling her plasma baton expertly before swinging it at Zim like a sword.

Zim dodged expertly. If it was one thing Zim knew how to do it was avoid things, and he avoided that burning hot beam of plasma like he was being paid handsomely for it. Which, if one counted their life, he was. He moved this way and that, avoiding the edges of the platform he was on before doing something the Elite didn't expect, and instead of dodging the blast he moved his hands to meet it, effectively severing his metal bonds and allowing him use of his hands.

"Which ones more defective I wonder?" Zim asked, smirking. "The defect or the one that looses to said defect?" And, taking advantage of her surprise, planted a kick in her gut before jumping from the platform and swinging into the pod below it. The transporter automatically activated, sending him to a lunar parking lot.

"What are you!?" The Elite captain called up to his soldier. "A smeet or an Elite!? How could you let him get away!?"

"What are you, an idiot!?" She called back. "You couldn't have shut the transporters down!?"

"Bathroom duty all next week!" He called back and her perfectly curled antennae wilted. Bathroom… duty?

Zim moved quickly to a transport ship loaded with what looked like machinery, nothing that can't be replaced and nothing that would explode if he was under fire. He knew he would be followed soon and he needed to hurry. He hopped into the driver's side and quickly powered up.

His flying skills were not the best around… hardly even worthy of being called the worst. Most would say Zim didn't have flying skills at all, at least none enough to speak of. Simply put he caused a lot of damage taking off, making tracking him much easier to do than Zim would have liked.

He was quickly followed from the lunar parking lot by three Elite ships, mostly likely a different team than the one he encountered in the parking dome.

Lucky for him, however, the same piloting skills that got him noticed, also made it hard to shoot him, his driving much too erratic to predict properly.

"What's wrong with you!?" The Captain yelled into everyone's ear pieces. "Shoot him!"

"We're trying!" One yelled back, firing five shots in rapid succession, hitting the corner of the giant trunk.

Zim growled as the ship with rocked and, thinking quickly, he stopped abruptly, letting the Elite ships pull ahead and letting off a few blasts of thick lasers all delivery ships were equipped with. Just for protection and destroying blockage of space metals, which caused heavy damage to two of the unlucky Elite cruisers.

"I can't move!" One called to their captain.

"Neither can I!" The captain yelled before addressing the only one who's ship could move. "It's up to you rookie! Don't let us down!"

The newest recruit gulped and nodded which obviously couldn't be heard over the sound system. Zim pulled ahead once more, quickly making a break for one of Earth's neighbor planets. The remaining ship followed the irken quickly. This made Zim nervous, Elite ships could run circles around half the ships being piloted in the armada and this was a low budget vessel he was piloting. The odds weren't in his favor, but he was too nervous to calculate the exact numbers.

"I've got you now!" The rookie yelled, preparing to fire his heavier blasters, but was quickly caught off guard by the five other ships that appeared in their proximity. Two of them opened fire on the Elite vessel, causing a small explosion in space's vacuum and effectively destroying the ship.

The other three ships, however, did not seem to be coming to his rescue, as they quickly surrounded him, armed and dangerous looking.

"Irken delivery vessel." Someone broadcast to him in English. Ah, Earthlings. "You are to hand over your load and give yourself up peacefully. Try anything and you'll be shot on spot."

Zim snorted, an amazing feat for a being without a nose. Shoot him. On the other hand they did lay waste to that Elite ship.

He pressed a button on the ship that copied the frequency used by the ship talking to him and replied, "Fine, you've got me."

There was a pause, probably surprise on the other side before the human answered back, "Very well. Someone will be boarding your ship to take you into custody. Don't try anything funny."

Zim only smirked, pleased. Earth was conquered but a few months ago. These humans were probably some of the few who made it of the surface of the planet alive. One of which most likely included Dib, and if the Membrane logo on each of the ships was anything to go by, he would be wherever they were taking him.

It didn't take long for Zim to be back in cuffs and taken to yet another cell to await trial. This time though he was ready for it. Welcomed it even.

Dib huffed out his nose, indignant and upset. Earth was conquered, and it was all because the idiots of his race couldn't listen to him. Did they appreciate the fact that he was right though? Nope. They were just worried about their ruined life and what Membrane and his brilliant family were going to do to fix things.

Currently the entirety of the human race that wasn't enslaved was fit in a single space station about the size of a city. Membrane had been working on it for a few years, and so far only about half the quadrants were active, which was about all they needed for now.

Dib heard whooping and hollering from the few military they had, the one's willing to pilot ships out in space and attack anything that came near. They had also taken to capturing any sort of transport vehicle. This could potentially be dangerous as it could give away their position, but it seemed like the irkens had just barely noticed. So far their spoils included a bunch of machinery, some weapons, two unfinished ships, crates upon crates of snacks, and a couple of vortian slaves, which have proved useful.

"We got another one!" They were yelling through the halls. Dib left his room, to see just what they 'got' and to make sure he stayed in the loop. People didn't really like to talk to him about things, so he had to resort to eaves dropping.

The six pilots where wearing victory grins as they stood next to a typical delivery ship, stocked full of what looked like factory parts, a cuffed irken hanging under one of their arms, looking indignant and unimpressed by the attention he was getting.

Something about the irken seemed familiar, but he couldn't see through the crowd, and really a lot of them looked alike.

The 'heroes' were being lead through the hall, giving Dib the chance to catch a glimpse of their irken.

Dib gasp, that was… "ZIM!"

Zim's antennae perked up upon hearing his name. That was Dib! But instead of looking around he just hung limp again. Good, his reasoning had been right. For once.