zadr thing 1

part 1

"BY GOLLY! Is that a real Irken freeze-gun!?!" The young Irken shouted, pawing at the glass that showcased the grandiose freeze-gun that was, evidently, manufactured by the Irken Empire. Irken guns were usually denoted by a large Irken Invader symbol on the hind of the firearm.

"Knock it off!" Dib scolded his smeet, pulling the naive smeet away from the delicate glass enclosure.

The smeet pouted in response, gazing at his father with puppy eyes. Dib rolled his eyes at his smeets' unsophisticated expression. The trio of Zim, Dib, and their smeet, Zib, sauntered farther into the desolate Irken museum. Suddenly, a display of an Irken Elite uniform caught the smeets' curiosity, Zim noticed that his smeet was looking at the uniform that he once donned with glimmering eyes and smiled.

"Dads!! Just look at this spiffy apparel!" Zib exclaimed, his form vibrating with intense excitement.

Zim pridefully gazed up at the uniform displayed on the walls for a moment, then he turned to look at his smeet. "Y'know, I used to wear those clothes every day..."

Zib gasped, looking at his father with twinkling eyes. "W-wait... YOU WERE AN ELITE INVADER!?!" He exclaimed, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.

"Indeed! Although, my days as an Elite were quite short..." Zim' expression ran dry of it's pride, he was slightly frowning.

"THAT'S STILL SOOO COOL THOUGH! Could you perhaps tell me more about your experience as an Elite Invader?" Zib asked, seemingly even more excited.

Zim rambled on about the triumphs and hardships he had endured during his time as an Elite. Zib and Dib listened to his chattering, completely immersed in his Zim's storytelling.