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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Gen
  Fandom:
      Invader_Zim
  Relationship:
      OCXGaz, OCXZita
  Character:
      Gaz_(Invader_Zim), Dib_(Invader_Zim), Zim_(Invader_Zim), Zita_(Invader
      Zim)
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Torture, Psychological_Torture, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2495
****** Invader Zim: Evolution ******
by Marcus_Carvalho_(xXDasXGoochXx), xXDasXGoochXx
Summary
     He's waited over 2000 years...When Zim's PAK is struck by lightning
     his shackles are removed....and the force awakens within.
Invader Zim: Evolution
 
Chapter 1: The Awakening
2225 BRM, 15 IE
Irken Royal Palace, Royal Throne Room, Irk
 
The Massive Ziggurat like building that housed the throne room, known as The
Massive, was wrought with sounds of explosions, plasma discharge and the
distinct sound of Lightsabers as a large scale and brutal battle involving
thousands waged within the slanted walls.
On one side, fought the loyalist of The First Emperor Mau Ze Veine. The other,
separatist/rebellious remnants from the waning conflict 15 years prior that saw
the birth of the Irken Empire.
Within the throne room upon his large gold throne sat The First Emperor; Mau Ze
Veine Founder of the recently created Irken Empire. Dressed in golden gilded
armour with royal purple linens and a gold plated saber hilt at his waist. The
Purple eyed irken of above average height and pale green skin held a grim look
that contrasted with what he should be feeling as the remnants of the rebellion
were decimated in a last desperate attempt to restore the republic.Sensing his
Hand, and Second in command of his palace forces as well as his most trusted
advisors mere moments before they entered through slightly ajar massive doors,
the burns from saber battle on their armour bore testament to the high level of
conflict that was at hand.
Min Ze Daro was careful to mask and shield her thoughts away from her long time
Leader. Due to their history, specifically the discovery of the Irken Empire’s
first Sith Holocron, And the subsequent decade of training between the two saw
a Force Bond between them allowing the transfer of emotions, thoughts, and
information. Even before she had entered the massive throne room she had felt
the electric touch of his power brush against the barrier she had thrown up in
her mind. She couldn’t trust the cowardly fools around her with any more
details of her plan other than the fact that Mau Ze Veine needed to die before
he was allowed to complete his insane goal. For the betterment of the Irken
Empire she would end him and ensure that no other Irken would ever reach the
heights of power they had. With the invention of the PAK to combat Irks recent
population problem she would ensure special specifications were placed within
them to ensure the dilution of midichlorians entirely. The Irken race would no
longer wield the force if she had her way to prevent anyone like Mau from
rising again. She had followed the Irken years ago, before he had pulled the
coup that birthed an empire. She had been his most loyal advisor and the only
one he had trusted to share the knowledge of the Force using race called the
Sith they had found on an uncharted planet at the edge of their known galaxy.
He had been the only one to trust her with the secrets of his experimentation.
At the time, he had been more powerful than her, easily besting her in duels
and choosing to be the “Sith Master” while she, the “Sith Apprentice”. The Last
10 years however had seen a change to that. While Mau focused on parts of the
holocron that spoke of altering life with the force. She had, through conflict
with the remnants of the old Irken Republic, became his near equal in combat.
While her sensitivity to the Force as well as her high midichlorian count made
her a powerful warrior unmatched by all except him. His untouched knowledge in
the force far outstripped hers. Which was why she had no intentions of meeting
him in open combat.
As Mau watched her kneel he was careful to hide his suspicions within the
Force. For a year now he had suspicions brought on from Force visions
foreshadowing his own demise which had sent his efforts into his experiments
into overdrive. His suspicions were further fueled by his inability to sense
her emotions through their force bond. He had too many things left to do and no
intentions of dying...ever. He had already in secret for the past year been
preparing himself through meditation for when the day he did fall- for the
force was never one to lie- he would retain his soul through the force as a
spirit and be able to transcend death itself into immortality. The only thing
being required was of course, someone of high force sensitivity to tether his
spirit without falling to madness.
While Min may have been able to hide her intentions, his other advisors were
not. The mix of anxiety, nervousness, greed and fear told him all he needed to
know, and sealed their fates.
“My Lord...The Rebel Forces are being decimated and your victory is at hand!
Soon, I believe all threats to the Irken EMpire will be swiftly taken care of!”
He stood slowly, shrugging of the cape and narrowing his eyes at her words.
When the weak fools behind his Hand tightened their grips on their individual
saber hilts he released his force presence. The air grew too thick to breathe,
pressing down on all in the throne room.
“So it’s treason then…”
Calculating purple eyes swept the group in front of him as he slowly layered
the force with the precision he was feared for.
Min, seeing no reason to play loyal rose, her saber already out and pointed at
him. Its yellow blade pointed at his chest, she released her own formidable
force presence.
“For the betterment of the Irken Empire, You must be dealt with!”
Rage at her betrayal nearly caused her to step back as it battered against her
mental shields.
“I AM the Empire! It is MINE! Now perish, knowing you have failed!”
Using the force, he somersaulted off his dias, activating his saber just in
time to parry 2 and decapitate one of his treacherous advisors. Adept in many
fighting styles, he favored the Makash. However, with the number of opponents
he let his fear and rage fuel him into juuyo. It could only be described as a
sphere of light and a hundred blades as he weaved, parried and counter-
attacked. His anger fueled him, allowing him to tap into the Dark Side of the
force, a chaotic form of power that was a double edged sword. yellow bled into
purple as he used force lightning to deal with another fool. His anger, as it
was, overwhelmed him. This gave way to a level of tunnel vision which pushed
him deeper into Juuyo, a solely offensive style of fighting that threw caution
to the wind. As he battled the final three advisors, in his rage, he did not
notice the demise of his final guard, only barely managing to dodge the back
attack at the cost of his right blade arm.
With a cry of rage, he lept back to create space, sending deadly bolts of
lightning which fried the remaining advisors and was deflected or absorbed by
Mins own saber. As his anger ebbed and he released his other emotions to the
force he began to realize the futility of his fight now that he had been
literally disarmed. He lowered his remaining, arm, glaring at his truly only
friend. Breathing in deeply, he exhaled. He needed to buy time in order to
prepare himself.
 
“What will you do now, Min? Rule? Reside over a dying race that needs to resort
to cloning and PAK’s? We could have saved our people, created something
better!”
Min allowed her own shields drop and her weapon to fall at her side as she
called for his saber into her off hand. Light green eyes which were normally
squinted or closed were wide open. A determined and resolute steel about them.
“You care nothing about our people. I had no idea how deep you had fallen to
the point of trying to bring back a dead race! At the sacrifice of your own! I
cannot allow it! Too many have died!”
Now with her shields down Mau could feel through their bond her conflicting
emotions, the anguish. He could feel her desperation at being forced into the
decision.Yet their was also her grim determination, she truly believed this to
be the only way.
A whisper from the force told him everything had been prepared. Falling to his
knees, he locked eyes with his friend of 20 years.
“Then do what you must.”
Min hesitated only briefly as she activated both blades, crossing them at his
throat.
“I’m sorry...Goodbye.”
 
0BRM...2240 IE
 
Zim glared at the growing dark clouds from his window. Like the clouds, his
mood was dark and morose. 'Another failure…' Clenching his zipper like teeth,
Zim tore his eyes from the window just as rain started to fall. He stormed his
way to the oddly placed toilet in his kitchen, 'always failure, always a
miscalculation, that flirking Dib-stink!' He snarled fiercely, violently
kicking away broken parts from his MANY failures. He huffed and puffed in
exhaustion, slowly glancing at the failed machinery that cluttered his lab.
'No… not failed, defective machinery…defective invader,' sighing, he took his
seat at the supercomputer. Watching the Irken symbol spin in silence, he
thought of his current situation. How long had he been here now? Four years?
Five? He had been on this dirt ball too long. The atmosphere had altered him;
he had grown slightly taller, now standing at 5"2'. At first, he had relished
in the growth. He believed it was proof of his almightiness, that he was bound
for greatness. He chuckled sadly. How wrong he had been. 'Defective…'
"Computer…" he said in an unnaturally normal tone for Zim.
"Y-yes?" answered the computer, completely caught off guard by the tone and
volume or lack thereof. "How many…?" 'How many times have I failed?'
"How many what?" inquired the completely interested supercomputer. Zim inhaled
and exhaled slowly, "How many plans have I gone through since I arrived on this
planet?" the CPU was silent has he processed the question. "…1,593, as of
today." The leather of his black glove creaked has his clenched fists
tightened. Closing his eyes he asked the next question that's answer he already
knew. "How many…How many of those plans have expedited my mission?" "…" the CPU
was hesitant to answer, unsure of how Zim would react. Zim became impatient at
the lack of response,
"TELL ME!"
"None"
XDXGX
Zim stood on the roof of his base. Uncaring and not even feeling the acidic
rain that burned him. 'Defect…Defect...Defect, Defect! Defect!
'"Rauuuurghh!" He screamed raising his gloved fist to the heavens. Falling to
his knees, Zim cried for the first time in his life, further proving his title.
The booming of thunder made him flinch. Anger filled his being, threatening to
spill over.
"Damn you!" He cursed the storm, lightning arched in the sky illuminating his
face in the night. Zim held fast definitely, getting to his feet he held his
arms out.
"HIT ME! I DARE YOU! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" as the lightning arched again, this
time farther away from him, his anger peaked.
"YOU COWARD! HIT ME! FUCKING HIT ME!" There was a flash and a streak of
lightning hit his PAK surging electricity through it. He screamed as
electricity coursed through his body, excruciating pain forced him to his hands
and knees. The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His Pak
glowed slightly for a moment before letting out a shrill beep as it shorted
out. A moment later an explosion of uncontrolled force energy decimated both
levels of the green slightly glowing house. The exhausted irken somehow managed
to push away the remnants of his toilet cover to his elevator as he stumbled
down the tube and into his base. He could feel himself losing consciousness and
the last thing he felt was a heavy and extremely unfamiliar pressure bearing
down on his head before darkness embraced him.
XDXGX
Zim, defective exile of the Almighty Irken Empire awoke with a start within his
rarely used sleeping chambers decked out in the reds and purples of Irk.
Looking around he paused at the silence….in his 25 years of life, it had never
been truly silent. The PAK constantly sent readings to him in a near silent
robotic whisper that he had known since birth.
The lack of PAK on his back nearly sent him into a panicked frenzy until a
heavy...something...bore down upon him. He could only gasp in exhilaration as
power the likes he had never experienced flooded into his very being. He felt
strong, no, assured...calm...confident.
“Yes...The Force is strong with this one…”
Zim leapt clear off the bed looking around for the voice that had sounded so
close, yet far away. The feeling from before returned fully as an opaque figure
appeared, taller than Zim dressed in what looked like ancient looking Irken
armor. A hilt he instantly recognized to be a lightsaber, which were banned by
penalty of death on Irk and all its captured territories, was clipped to is
waist. This meant he was an Irken force user. Which hadn’t been seen in over
two millennia.
ZIm immediately came to the conclusion that he may very well be insane. The
ghostly figure scoffed shaking his head and folding his arms.
“I hypothesize that your insanity is a side effect of whatever that PAK did to
you. I have spent the last 19 hours assimilating everything within the Irken
Database that i have missed from the last 2225 years...My conclusion; the PAK
forcibly dilutes the midichlorian count within the Irken to completely prevent
any irken from becoming Force users. In those particularly strong with the
Force, such deprivation from the very thing you crave leads to what you would
define as: Defective.
“Wait-What-Who!?”
Nothing seemed to make sense for the small Irken, yet through that power-the
Force. He felt calm..at peace. What Zim didn’t know at the time was the
connection both he and the force spirit Mau now shared was a powerful force
bond that allowed Mau, in small ways, control over the smaller irken.
“Silence, my young friend. I will answer all your questions in due time.”
Zim nodded, much like the Almighty Tallest, this irken demanded a level of
obeissance.
“Good. My name is Mau Ze Viene, First Emperor of the Irken Empire and Master of
the Sith Arts…”
 
To be continued.
A/N: Woohoo! Reboot City!
Combining two things i love most: Star Wars and Invader Zim, sit back and enjoy
the ride!
 
BRM: Before the Resurrection of Mau
IE: Irken Empire
It may sound confusing for those who follow SW but its basically like this:
The Irken Empire and this story takes place in a AU that the galactic republic
doesn’t exist. Instead, different “Republics” and empires exist covering
multiple solar systems.
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