Epilogue: Fragments.

POV-Ishia

Ishia slowly swirled a glass with thick red liquid in it, before taking a light sip. She savored the bitter drink, enjoying the tang as it hit her tongue and the burn as she let it trickle down her throat. Today is a great day, lazily she looked over the disposition of the Irken ships under her command. It was significantly smaller than the original fleet that had arrived here less than twenty four hours ago but it was still the greatest force to ever sail among the stars. She allowed herself another smile, the dirt world was burning beautifully. Some of the Irken soldiers had been left on the surface but that wasn't a problem. She had millions more where they came from, the planet's surface under her ship glowed a cherry red as her lasers tore into the rock.

A smaller Irken male came shuffling up to her holding a data slate, she took it and graced him with her wicked smile. His face paled slightly as he bowed and practically ran away from her, it's a Very good day indeed. She skimmed through the data slate, it listed dozens of special anomalies in and around the planet. She was getting rather bored with the document, about to toss it to the side when something stood out to her. A set of anomalies seemed to have occurred in a straight line, almost like a trail… rapidly she tapped a few commands into her console. A large view of the surrounding system burst to life in front of her, a few more taps and a series of anomalies began populating the system. There were plenty that registered randomly around the system but as she watched there was a set that made a very obvious pattern. The trail started a little over an hour before, and it originated from the planet's surface. She watched in growing unease as the trail went through her fleet and deeper into the system before going behind the sun then she could detect no more.

Ishia snapped at the nearest Irken "Watchman, Order the fifteenth and seventh destroyer squadrons to get me sensor readings from the other side of the sun." He saluted quickly before tapping the necessary controls on his own console. She hadn't even noticed his compliance, her eyes were darting over current readings of the suns condition, No, the Stars volume had shrunk in the blink of an eye it had lost one twentieth of its total mass. No, her eyes widened, terror gripped her voice as she screamed at her bridge crew. Ishia "Jump, Get us out of her now! Every ship warp out now, Immediately! Get out of here!" Confusion spread out among her vessels, most unsure of the real danger but trying to follow orders anyway. Her ship turned slowly, almost painfully, away from the planet. She was desperate, her eyes fluctuating between the suns condition and that of her ships engines. She needed seventy percent power to initiate her jump, the meter crawled upwards. 65, the Sun shrunk a little more, 66. Several of her watchmen tried to get her attention, 67, the destroyers she had sent out began rapidly reporting the danger of the stars imminent collapse, 68. Alerts chimed across her panel as other captains tried to talk to her, 69. Captain Ishia, next in line to be Irken Tallest, sat perched in her seat watching her display as the universe around her turned white.

-In an Uncharted Sector of Space-

The hulk of an Irken carrier floated silently through the vast dark reaches of space, sections of the once mighty ship had been blown out and now marred its hull like vast wounds on a dying beast. Sparks occasionally illuminated the scene as thousands of Irken bodies floated around and inside the dead ship, their frozen remains a testament to the fury that had been unleashed on the vessel. Deep inside the vessels broken compartments was the ships bridge, from here great Irken Captains had watched countless inferior worlds burn, the finely crafted seats and well-polished trimmings a testament to the importance of anyone placed in command of such a vessel. Deeper inside the bridge was a private room, the captain's office, decorations of extreme value and rarity lined these walls. Portraits painted with the rarest of inks and dyes, made by the best of Irken painters lined the walls. These portraits represented each and every officer to ever command this proud ship.

A desk dominated the center of the room, a thin screen was flickering lightly at the center of the desk, its contents proudly displayed.

Captain, the Zim-traitor has tainted our precious Sir technology, twisting it to his nefarious purposes. The rogue Sir unit is now aboard your vessel, its destruction could mean thousands of Irken lives in the conflict. You are hereby ordered to take your ship away from the battle, then to destroy the rogue Sir unit using whatever means necessary. We calculate that the explosive force of your ships reactor going critical will easily destroy the robot, self-destruct is an option captain, do not let us down. Do not return to us without completing your mission, it is far more honorable to die killing this thing then live having failed. If you are unwilling or unable to follow these orders we will ensure the destruction of the unit ourselves.

Masters of the Fleet.

Masters of the fleet, you were wrong. This Sir unit could not be stopped. We have only delayed it in its nefarious purpose. The unit is far more advanced than anything we have ever seen, its knowledge of tactics left our greatest military minds completely lost. We couldn't withstand its firepower nor its relentless advance. I cannot order my ship destroyed, it has taken the ship for itself. I pray that something will stop this evil before we are all dead. I have failed the Tallest.

With Regret, Captai-

A lone body was slumped in front of the screen, his hands still resting on the keys. Caught forever unable to finish, the last captain, and the only one to never adorn the chambers walls. Outside, the scraps left from the ship formed a belt of debris that slowly circled the minor gravity of the vessel. The objects were of a uniform style, jagged edges and burnt sides. The wreckage of horrors and the last scraps of noble sacrifice. One stood out amongst the debris, its small metallic body floated gently with the scraps around it. A thin scrap of green cloth adorned its neck, the frail material frozen in place. A small lump of metal collided with the side of the body, a light impact that barely seemed to jar the being in the least. At first nothing changed, but slowly the creature's mouth twitched. Grinding through the frozen film a smile formed, followed by a mechanical tongue rolling out the side. Then two clear green eyes blinked into life. Its metallic mouth moved slowly forming a single word, a word that echoed throughout the dark cold empty space. Tacos.

-Light years away-

Mezzie ran through the ornately carved hallways, the etched reliefs around her showing decades of triumph. Heroes of every shape and size graced these halls, some even looked as she does. Her small blue body barely hit two feet tall, considered thin even among those of her kind she was a bare wisp of a child. But she had been chosen, she was the master's favorite. He never yelled at her, never got impatient or mad at her silly questions. This usually meant she had an easier life, but there were some drawbacks. The others always made her deliver what they said was bad news to him, she didn't like giving him bad news. He didn't yell at her but she never liked seeing the pain in his face the worry that always filled his eyes. It upset her that she had to tell him these things, but she was too young to argue her place and did as she was told.

The hallway came to an end at a pair of massive metal doors, they had been crafted eons ago and meticulously maintained. Their sides were decorated with images of her master in his youth, glorious victories lined every inch along with lines and lines of strange symbols that Mezzie had never understood. She gently approached the door, her feet never making a sound against the smooth floor. Her master knew she was there, he always did, Come in Young One. She didn't hear him, she felt him. Master never spoke but you always knew what master would say, Enter Mezzie, Do not fear me. I will not harm you. She calmed herself and gently pushed on the great doors, she knew the doors were very heavy but she was always able to move it with the gentlest of touches.

The interior was dark, light was something the master didn't like but that never bothered Mezzie she could easily see her way in the dark. The walls were very angular, the master didn't like smooth surfaces, and the room felt much larger then it looked. The master was in his throne, build into the wall the massive chair bristled with tubes and wires all of which fed from the chair itself into the masters body. Mezzie could see the master smile, he was much larger than her and his body was malformed from being in his throne for untold years. Come closer little one, tell me what news you bring. She obeyed without question, getting within a few steps from him. His skin was a pale grey and his eyes were milky white, a strong smell of spices and antiseptics mingled around his body.

Mezzie "Master, the old ones wanted me to tell you news… it's about the Doombringer." She felt his excitement, his stress at hearing her words. His communication was more forceful this time, Are you sure Child? They said it was about the Doombringer? She nodded her head "Yes Master, they said the Irken found the Doombringer." Mezzie felt a small trickle drip from her nose as her Master couldn't contain his boiling emotions, Do not hold back child, tell me everything and tell me quickly. Mezzie "Yes Master, the Irken sent many ships to the planet the Doombringer was on. They started a massive invasion but something happened, the Irken had some sort of power struggle and many ships were she couldn't disobey the Master "The Irken fleet began destroying the planet Master, they had melted half of the planet when the sun went Nova on them." The sun was destroyed, and the planet it was destroyed too?

Mezzie felt his hope, his joy at her words, she felt it like the greatest high she had ever known. It took her a moment to speak again "Yes, the Sun turned into… a Black Hole, the Planet… is gone." Then he was happy, the master was so happy and she could feel it. No more did her head hurt, no more did she even know what pain was. It was the best feeling she had ever experienced and she just stood there glowing in the moment. So, the Doombringer is finally dead? This brings much joy to my old bones child. Mezzie knew she had more to say, more he needed to hear but it was so hard to free her mind from the bliss, "Ma- Masterrr…" Hush child, relax your mind and body, and let your feelings be free. Mezzie tried to shake her head "Ma- Master.. I" Child, why do you fight me? You can relax, master is happy. Mezzie had to keep talking, she had to tell the master everything.

She bit down on her lip, the sharp pain helped her to focus through the bliss and the joy. Mezzie "Master… I need to tell you more." She felt him sigh, Very well child, if you feel that strongly about whatever else you need to say. Mezzie "Master, a ship left the planet before the sun went nova. The ship actually caused the sun to explode." No longer did she feel the joy, it was like the world went cold and still around her. Child, I need to know. Was the Doombringer aboard that ship? Mezzie realized she was afraid, she rationalized that her master would never hurt her, she remembered all the other times he had heard bad news and how he had just let it be… but still, she was afraid. Mezzie "Yes… Yes Master, the Doombringer was on that ship. The Doombringer escaped before the sun exploded."

NOOOOOOOOOOO!.. Mezzie's world exploded into pain and noise, she saw her memories flash quickly through her mind as she brought her arms up in a vain attempt to shield herself. She barely registered when her legs crumpled and she fell to her knees, she could almost feel it when the blood began pouring out from her nose and eyes but by the time her body slumped back against the floor Mezzie would never feel anything again.

Rage! Incoherent garbled rage dominated the masters thoughts. NOOO, not again! They must be stopped, it cannot happen again! His psyche screamed its anger and its terror into the void, he could feel the waves of his power as it reverberated through the room and out through the structure. He might even have recognized the consciousness of the little girl that had stood before him and suffered the full might of his unbridled wrath if he hadn't gone so completely mad with hate.

END- book 1.

Authors Note: well everyone tell me what you think. hopefully some of you enjoy the dark twists and turns that i put into the Zim story. Let me know how many are interested in me putting the work into the next two books.

Thanks: this is just a quick Thank you to everyone who read this story. i enjoyed writing it a lot and im glad to see that anyone read it at all. i also want to give a massive thanks to everyone who posted a review. they really did help me a ton, seeing a review in my Inbox made me want to sit and push out another page or another chapter, i wanted everyone to enjoy the book and i hope most of you did :)