#but they’re treating him like an idiot to make Hunter and Tech look good | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

letsunity · 3 years

Text

Not Afraid - Chapter 2

Summery -

The Bad Batch go to Tatooine to resupply and avoid the Empire. As per the usual, Omega gets separated from the group. Fortunately for her, Krayt's Claw just so happens to be nearby. Bossk and Embo guide her to Boba Fett, who takes interest in why the Kaminoans want her. It's a reluctant partnership, with the Bad Batch having to rely on Krayt's Claw to navigate non-military life.

Come the morning; Omega awoke inside of a ship she didn't recognise. It was cosy, the padding she lay on was soft, and the covering was warm. The smell of Kamino eased her anxieties, adding to the comfort. As she sat up, she saw carvings in the walls. They looked like stories, but she couldn't read them.

She heard chatter outside, the sound of Bossk and the Dengar man. The girl calmly slid off the bunk, not having slept like that in a long while. As she stepped outside, Dengar gave a short wave.

"Got some new clothes for ya," said the man, snapping his fingers as he pointed at the 'base'. "Sonic shower is just downstairs. High's down there if ya need a hand."

As they watched her walk inside, Bossk sighed, uncertain of the coming days. If the Kaminoans wanted her, Bane would be sniffing around. Whenever he's involved, things get complicated.

"She looks like Boba, don't she?" Dengar said casually, not bothered by the similarities. "Maybe those long-necked guys mixed his juice with someone else?"

The moron could be right, although Bossk couldn't be sure. That was something to investigate later on.

"All the more reason to keep her around. Where's Boba?"

"Buggered off with Black San. They think they've found the ship or something."

"Yes, the ship you were supposed to look for."

"Hey, if a lovely lady wants to grind my gears, I'm not gonna say no."

"What mental deficiency did she have?"

"I can get women!"

"Kidnapping doesn't count."

"You're just a total buzzkill; you know that? You're killing my vibe. It's Vibemicide right now."

"How about I move up to homicide?"

"I'm too pretty to die."

"How'd you know? You crack any surface showing your reflection."

Back and forth like that could go on for hours. Dengar had an answer for everything, prolonging verbal combat.

Omega entered a makeshift basement, a larger area containing their weapons. The droid tried speaking to her, but when that failed, they motioned for her to follow. They guided her to the 'shower', providing a box to put her old clothes.

The showers on Kamino were more like gusts of air. It was freezing and felt like sand against her skin. She hated them, even though they were infrequent.

Instead of a small tube, it was more spacious. As Omega touched a button, vibrations surrounded her body. The grime the days since Kamino fell away, stripped from her skin. Her hair felt funny, sifting out dead skin and natural oils. It wasn't long but didn't need to be.

When she stepped out, the droid had turned away from her, which was odd. The Kaminoans preferred her without clothing so they could examine her easier, even if it was uncomfortable. Omega looked at some folded clothing left on a tale for her, new and fresh.

As she put them on, the feeling was abnormal. She expected it since she was wearing new clothes, better suited for the outdoors. Her new shoes were heavier, made to last a while in tough terrain.

"Thank you," she smiled, earning a nod from the droid.

She ran back upstairs, greeted by Marrok and Embo. Embo gave her a thumbs-up as Marrok licked her cheek.

The atmosphere changed as the door opened, revealing a human in dark armour with similar colours to the Bad Batch. Marrok whined at the human, tipping as a treat flew his way.

"Any luck, Bo?" Bossk asked, coming from the back with Dengar, who had a bloody nose.

"I left a note," 'Bo' shrugged, turning to the kid. "You must be Omega. I'm Boba."

"I'll make breakfast," Bossk stated, moving to their pantry. Dengar protested, insulting his 'Mando' food. "Shut up, or you're breakfast!"

Highslinger beeped, making Dengar throw a tin at the droid. Embo supported the droid's statement, tipping his metal hat.

"Welcome to Krayt's Claw," Boba introduced, used to their antics. "How're you with spicy food?"

"What's spicy?"

"You're about to find out," he assured, removing his helmet. She was stunned to see a clone. He raised a scarred brow like he was reading her. He tossed a blaster to her, smirking. "Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it, kid."

She had her own blaster, all for her. Finding a holster, she pushed it in, feeling secure.

-------------------------

No matter where they looked, they couldn't find her.

It was terrifying. She was swallowed by the crowd, vanished without a trace. Tracking in the sand is a nightmare; there were too many trails to choose from. Wrecker felt responsible, which he partially was, even though Hunter might've done the same.

"There is a new development," Tech said, pointing to a 'note'.

Someone took a knife and carved a message into their ship. Angry, Hunter walked up to it, reading each symbol carefully. It was made roughly half an hour ago, meaning that they missed whoever has Omega. It gave coordinates, but Hunter was cautious. It could be a trap.

"If they're looking for credits, they aren't going to get any. We barely have enough for fuel and less for rations, let alone the kid," Echo pointed out, sounding incredibly irritated. "It's not like we have the resources to fight our way to her."

"If they wanted to fight, they'd have set up an ambush," Tech countered blandly, wanting to repair his ship. "Though cautious, we should investigate."

"Who's to say it isn't a Bounty Hunter wanting us as well as Omega?" Echo asked, rightfully unsure.

"Regardless, we're getting her back. We don't leave our own behind," Hunter affirmed, ready to get her back.

Warily, they followed the coordinates, weapons ready for combat. In the distance, they could see a black Wookie staring at them, observing quietly. He was probably steaming hot in this weather. The female Zabrak next to him stared as well, starting to talk in her comms.

Everyone was aware of them, which wasn't good. They came to Tatooine to be hidden but only became more obvious.

As they grew closer to the location, they saw fewer people. Those who weren't carrying blasters, many illegal, avoided this area. Not far, they could see a few ships, their style telling of Bounty Hunters. Bounty Hunting ships are usually very colourful, a warning to space pirates that they're a threat.

A few people got the idea to imitate Bounty Hunter ship styles for safe travel, but it didn't always work.

They saw a droid sitting outside without a care in the galaxy. With typical robotic movement, it pointed to the door, waiting for them.

The degenerate observed, unintimidated by Wrecker's size.

Hunter went to enter first, expecting a hostage situation.

That's not what he got, though.

Sitting on a bar table was a young clone, playing an instrument while singing some space shanty. A Trandoshan and man were singing along, playing along for the joy of it. Omega on a chair nearby, trying to learn the fun shanty with a Kyuzo. She wore different clothes and had a bowl of food in front of her.

This was a weird bunch.

The singing stopped when they noticed Hunter, but the young clone kept playing the guitar. Omega smiled, overjoyed to see her friend again. She jumped from the chair and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"You've made some friends?" Hunter questioned, glad that she was ok.

"The Trandoshan is Bossk, that's Dengar, he's Embo, the one outside is Highslinger, and that's their boss, Boba."

Everyone had heard about that little shit.

The clone that destroyed the Endurance, who nearly killed General Skywalker and General Windu. He was the same scamp that played a part in the prison break and was nothing but trouble for the Republic. He stole, killed, captured and traded on the black market, a prominent figure in the underworld.

He had every reason to take Omega to whoever put a bounty on her but chose not to. His crew fed her, gave her shelter and new clothes. Although Hunter was thankful, he was suspicious.

"This could work to our benefit. They know more of the underworld than us, and we need supplies," Tech announced plainly, observing the Trandoshan. He was hissing protectively, though he couldn't tell who he was protecting.

Boba jumped down, eyeing the four curiously. After crossing his arms, an idea came to mind.

"Since you're protecting little Omega, you're not loyal to this Empire garbage. You're fugitives, and I'll postulate that criminal life isn't easy, hm?" He mused, finding potential profit in their presence.

"What's a postulate?" Wrecker asked, expecting an answer from Tech.

"I wouldn't use that exact word, but it's a synonym for suggest."

"Cinnamon?"

"No. It's a word that has a similar meaning to another word. An antonym is the opposite of a word, such as ice and fire."

"I hate this brainy word stuff!"

How funny, these idiots were similar to Boba's band of morons. That'll make working with them around a whole lot easier.

"Word meanings aside, it hasn't been easy," Echo admitted, feeling weird from the boy's gaze. He was looking into him; it felt violating. "You offering a hand?"

"Until I figure out what the Kaminoans want, sure. Whatever they want Omega for, I want to be in their way."

"Why?" Hunter questioned.

"Because fuck 'em," Bossk casually answered, getting an agreeing smirk from Boba.

Omega was happy to know they could stay. She liked them, even Dengar, and especially Marrok. He was so cute and fuzzy, and Embo was nice too. She wanted to play the guitar and learn how to make food. She could learn to use her blaster, so she didn't feel like a liability to the others.

She's a part of the Bad Batch and wanted to prove herself.

"Eh, what's that smell? Whatever it is, it smells good!" Wrecker announced, looking like a happy puppy. Bossk grinned at Dengar, claiming some kind of victory over the cyborg.

If it wasn't already chaotic for Hunter, it was about to get crazier.

16 notes · View notes

snappedsky · 7 years

Text

Fanatics 51.2

The Battalion and theirs friends- and Tak- go up against the Secret Society of Gamers in an online duel to win Gaz's Game Slave back. Previous! Next!

Game Wars Part Two

Squee dumps his bag out onto the coffee table of the Membrane house, clearing it of all his notebooks and pens and his bombs and knives. Then he holds it open and lets Gaz fill it with chocolate bars, gummies, energy drinks, soda pop, and other gamer treats.

“Here, I’ll carry it,” Pepito says as he takes the bag and hoists it onto his shoulder.

“Alright. Everybody ready?” Gaz asks.

“What about Iggins?” Maddie questions.

“He said he’d meet us at the address,” she replies.

“Fine. Let’s go,” Zim orders.

“Hey, my stuff’s gonna be safe here, right?” Squee asks.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Nobody will touch it,” Dib replies as they head out.

Zim, Dib, Gaz, Pepito, Squee, Colton, Carmen, Maddie, and Kat head through the city to a warehouse district. They stop outside one of the warehouses and stare at it ominously.

“Right, this is it,” Gaz nods.

“Where’s Iggins?” Maddie asks.

“Is that him?” Carmen asks as she nods down the street. There’s a boy in a Vampire Piggy Hunter t-shirt and big, bug-eyes riding a bike towards them. He hops off and grins at Gaz.

“Well, well, well. The mighty Gaz asks humble, ol’ me for help?” Iggins taunts.

“Humble?” Gaz spits and points at Zim. “You’re as arrogant as this idiot here.”

“Nobody is as anything as Zim,” Zim scoffs.

“So are you gonna help me or just annoy me?” Gaz asks, ignoring him.

“I’ll help,” Iggins nods, “I’ve heard of this Secret Society of Gamers. I think they’re a bunch of hypocrites. Gamers should enjoy their lives, not try to ruin others.”

Gaz nods approvingly. “I think this is the only time I agree with you.”

“Alright,” she grunts, “Iggins, Maddie, and I will be tanks. That means we draw the enemy fire and lead attacks. We can take the most damage. Squee, Carmen, and Colton, you guys will heal. You’ll be in charge of making sure we all stay alive and staying as far away from the enemies as possible. Everyone else, you’re damage. Just attack the enemies. Got it?”

“I wanna tank,” Zim says.

“Zim, you’re not skilled enough to tank,” Gaz groans.

“Zim is skilled at everything,” he states.

“Think of it this way, Zim,” Dib says, “if you’re damage, you’ll have more entertaining fights.”

Zim rubs his chin with consideration then nods. “Alright. Zim will damage.”

“Okay. Let’s go,” Gaz orders.

They march up to the warehouse and go inside. It’s neat and clean with black walls and dim lights. Down the middle of the room is a large white curtain and on either side is a row of high-tech computers with barriers separating each one.

M is standing in front of the door with his army of gamers behind him. There’re seven boys and three girls, all in their mid to late teens.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up,” M smirks.

“Well, we’re here,” Gaz grunts, “do you have my Game Slave?”

“It’s here. But unless you win, you won’t see it,” he replies.

“We’ll win,” Iggins smirks.

“I doubt it,” one of the girls scoffs, “only three of you are gamers.”

“How can you tell?” Dib asks.

“Your hands,” she replies and points at Gaz, Maddie, and Iggins. “Your thumbs are redder and flatter, indicating that you rub joysticks a lot, right? No one else has fingers like that.”

“You can tell that just from our hands?” Pepito asks.

“Yup,” she nods, “so I’m not worried. We’re all professional gamers. You don’t stand a chance against us.”

“We’ve spent the last couple days practicing,” Dib says, “we’re not scared of you.”

“Oh, you will be,” M smirks, “everyone to your stations! Let’s get this party started!”

The two teams split up on different sides of the curtain and each take a seat at a computer. The game, Galaxy Conquerors, is all loaded up and ready to go on login screens.

“Everybody put a headset on!” M shouts. Everyone grabs a headset that’s sitting in their station and pulls them.

“Can everyone hear me?” M’s voice rings through the headset speakers.

“Yes,” are the scattered replies.

“Good. Now, on the fields of Damornia, character levels are cancelled out. We are placed on equal grounds for a fair fight. So if you have your own character, use them. If not, then make a new one.”

“Do you guys have your own characters?” Iggins asks.

“We all made one while we were practicing the last couple days,” Gaz replies as everyone signs in and logs into their characters. The second they do, they all receive an invite from someone named Multimass.

“Accept the invite and you will be teleported to Damornia,” M says.

Everyone accepts it and the screen changes to a loading screen. After it’s loaded, they’re all in some sort of room with vendors.

“You have ten minutes to prep and plan,” M explains, “buy supplies, make strategies. And then get ready to get your asses kicked.”

“Right back you, worm,” Zim snarls.

“Yeah. You’re all going down,” Kat growls.

“Alright. Pepito, pass an energy drink down to everyone,” Gaz orders, “we plan and strategize through party chat. Only use the headset if it’s urgent. We don’t want those punks hearing our every word.”

“Got it,” Pepito nods as he passes cans down the line. Everyone cracks them open while Gaz types in the party chat.

‘We stick together as much as possible. Stay close to the healers and don’t let them take damage. If you see an enemy, attack instantly. And be merciless.’

“That’s what I’m best at,” Kat grins.

“Squee, Carmen, and Colton, right? You guys are the healers?” Iggins asks, “that’s a lot of responsibility. Our lives rest on your shoulders. Can you handle it?”

“I’ll keep you alive,” Carmen smirks.

“I’ll do my best,” Colton adds.

Squee just takes a quick swig of his energy drink and lets out a shaky sigh.

“Okay. Time is up,” M announces, “the battle last two hours. Whichever team has the most members is the winner! Begin!”

“Let’s go, guys,” Gaz orders and their characters exit the building into a lush area filled with trees and bushes.

Gaz, Iggins, and Maddie lead the way. Zim, Dib, Pepito, and Kat are right behind them with Squee, Colton, and Carmen squeezed in the middle. They move quickly, scanning all the areas around them.

It’s eerily quiet. Everybody’s on edge.

The enemy strikes without a warning. Arrows fire through the trees and pierce Gaz, Iggins, and Maddie.

“They’re here!” Gaz cries, “healers, get to work. Everyone else, attack!”

Squee, Carmen, and Colton quickly heal the tanks while everyone rushes towards the direction of the arrows.

“Find us if you can,” M sings. The enemies are hidden in the trees, moving stealthily.

“Damage, stay close to the healers,” Gaz orders.

“Come out and face us, you cowards,” Zim barks.

“You asked for it,” one of the gamers taunts. He emerges from the trees and charges Zim, dazing him for a second.

“Zim, retreat! That’s a tank!” Maddie shouts as she rushes in. She knocks the enemy back and takes the brunt of his attack while Zim attacks sparingly from a distance.

“We need a healer here!” Maddie orders.

“I’m coming,” Carmen says and rushes through the trees.

“I found one!” Dib announces as he goes up against someone hiding in a bush.

“Think you can take me by yourself?” she taunts.

“He’s not by himself,” Pepito retorts as he attacks her back.

“Well, neither is she,” another gamer shoots back as he attacks Pepito.

“These guys are scattered all over the place,” Iggins growls as he charges one of the enemy tanks.

“Like roaches,” Kat comments.

“Has anyone seen their healers?” Maddie asks when her enemy is suddenly healed up.

“I’m looking for them,” Gaz replies.

“I need a healer!” Iggins shouts.

“Coming, coming!” Colton squeaks as he hurries over.

“Damn!” Zim snaps when he dies. “Carmen, revive me!”

“I am, I am!” she says frantically.

“Zim, what are you doing, dying over there?” Kat snaps.

“Don’t blame me! These guys aren’t going down!” Zim retorts.

“Our healers are the best,” M purrs, “especially compared to your amateurs.”

“Damn! I need help here!” Kat orders as she goes up against another enemy. Squee struggles to keep her alive.

“I’m coming!” Gaz shouts and hurries to her.

“I admire your determination,” M comments, “or maybe it’s just stubbornness?”

“Either or,” Pepito replies.

“Well, shall I put a quick end to your misery?”

Multimass suddenly appears in the open. Before anyone can notice him, everyone gets killed by a flash of light.

“What?” Gaz exclaims while everybody else gasps with surprise.

“Like that?” M asks, “it’s the move that has made me so feared among other gamers. It can wipe out everyone. Now do you see how outmatched you really are? Just give up, Gaz, you don’t stand a chance. Buy yourself a new Game Slave.”

“Forget it,” Gaz snarls, “this isn’t about the Game Slave anymore.”

“Oh, no?”

Their characters respawn back in the building. Zim hops up on a table and faces everyone.

“Alright, pay attention,” he barks, “we may have lost the battle but not the war. These guys think they’ve got us just because they’re ‘professional’ and ‘better than us’. Well, I say, HA! How many times has my Battalion gone up against some enemy that think they’re better than us! These worms are nothing compared to them! Let’s show them they can’t mess with us!”

“Nice speech,” M scoffs, “but it won’t do you any good. Your team’s a mess.”

“Maybe,” Gaz grunts, “but that’s what makes us so dangerous.”

“I’m ready when you are,” Kat says.

“Let’s break them,” Dib grins.

“After you, tanks,” Pepito purrs.

“I like your guys’ enthusiasm,” Iggins smiles.

They leave the building, Gaz, Iggins, and Maddie in the lead. While they head out, Gaz types in the party chat.

‘We’ll do things differently this time. Everyone split into three groups. Zim, Dib, and Carmen with me, Pepito and Squee with Maddie, and Kat and Colton with Iggins. Spread out and find these sneaky punks. Take out their healers first if you can.’

They split into their groups and move carefully through the trees, keeping their eyes wide. It’s quiet at first, just like last time.

“I see you!” Iggins shouts suddenly. One of the enemy gamers cries out with surprise when he attacks her. “Your stealth tricks won’t work on me twice!”

“Alright! Take her out!” Colton cheers.

“There’s a healer nearby,” Kat snarls and looks around.

“Don’t go too far, Kat,” Colton warns.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay within range.”

“Zim, watch out!” Gaz cries when an enemy charges him from the trees.

“Again! You cheap, move-spammer!” Zim snaps.

“If they work, then use them a lot,” the attacker retorts.

“Dib, watch out for the healer!” Gaz orders, “Zim, help me destroy this loser!”

“You got it,” Zim growls.

“Guys, watch out! There’s another one!” Carmen says when a second enemy appears.

“I got him,” Dib declares and moves to attack him.

“No, I got him,” Zim argues as he leaves the first enemy for Gaz. “You look for the annoying healer.”

“Check nearby bushes,” Maddie suggests as she charges into the hiding place of three enemies.

“How’d you find us?” one of them exclaims.

“Like Iggins said, your tricks won’t work on us twice,” Pepito smirks.

“I found a healer!” Dib exclaims excitedly.

“Oh no!” she cries and tries to escape.

“You’re not going anywhere!” he taunts and chases her.

“I found one too!” Kat cheers.

“Damn,” he growls and attacks her. “I need help!”

“I’m coming,” one of his allies replies.

“Hey, I need a heal!” the enemy fighting Zim snaps.

“I can’t heal if I’m dead!” the healer trying to escape Dib retorts.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Zim cheers as he watches his enemies health bar get lower and lower before finally disappearing. “Yes! I killed one!”

“Good job, Zim,” Gaz grunts impatiently, “now help me with this guy.”

“The healer’s dead!” Dib cheers.

“Here too,” Kat adds excitedly.

“Same,” Pepito chimes.

“No, no, no!” M barks.

“Now who’s struggling?” Zim laughs.

The tables start turning as the Battalion’s team takes out their enemies one by one. They cheer excitedly with each kill while M gets more and more frustrated.

“Alright, now to find M,” Gaz orders when the ninth enemy is taken out. “Quickly, before they respawn.”

“Where are you, M? Time to join your team,” Iggins growls.

“I’ll wipe you all out!” M barks

He appears out of nowhere, just like last time. Everyone flinches, waiting for the wipe. But it doesn’t happen.

“Damn it! It hasn’t recharged yet!” M shouts with frustration.

“Now’s our chance,” Dib exclaims.

“Time to even the score,” Zim smirks.

“Healers, stay back. Everyone else, attack!” Gaz orders.

They charge Multimass before he has a chance to escape. He tries to fight back but he’s hopelessly outnumbered. They take him out quickly and cheer over his dead body.

“Alright! We showed you!” Zim laughs victoriously.

“Don’t get cocky!” M snaps, “there’s still an hour left. You don’t stand a chance!”

The next hour is a festival of fighting, healing, dying, reviving, and respawning. The two groups clash quickly and violently. No time for taunts or strategies, everyone stays quiet except to call for heals or help and the occasional victorious cheers or frustrated curses.

In the last ten minutes, a warning suddenly appears on screen that reads, “no more respawns or revivals. All deaths final.”

“This is it, guys,” Gaz says, “the final stretch. Stay alive and try to avoid M. I’m sure his move has recharged by now. As long as we have one more person alive than them, we’ll win.”

“We can’t let these noobs win!” M barks, “take them out!”

The next few minutes are hectic and stressful. The tanks and damages try their best to take out whoever they can while healers try to keep everyone alive. There’s a lot more shouting as the clock ticks down.

Zim is the first to die but he manages to take down an enemy with him. But that doesn’t help his frustration. Pepito dies next after taking down two enemies. Carmen and Iggins soon follow after finishing off two more. Squee goes down next followed by Kat after she takes out an enemy. Dib and Colton manage to take down two more before they die. And finally, two minutes before time-out, Maddie takes out the ninth enemy.

“Nice job, Maddie,” Gaz comments, “now if we can just avoid M, we’ll be good.”

“Good luck with that,” M growls, “you have no hope against me. I’ll wipe you both out.”

Gaz quickly types something in the party chat. Maddie reads it then shares a quick look with her before nodding.

“You’re an impressive gamer, M. I’ve read a lot about you on forums,” Maddie comments, “I guess we really never did stand a chance.”

“At least someone understands,” M sighs happily, “you know, your skills are pretty great too. If it wasn’t for your relationship with Gaz, I’d want you to join SSG.”

“Thanks but gaming should be about fun and escaping reality. Not about trying to be better than everyone else,” she says.

“Too bad I am better than everyone else,” M purrs. He jumps out a few feet in front of her and unleashes his move. Maddie dies instantly.

“Ha, ha! Champion!” M cheers.

The timer runs out and the word ‘Tie’ appears on screen.

“What!” he exclaims.

Gaz leans back in her chair, smiling with satisfaction. “I had Maddie stall while I retreated to the spawn zone. I figured it was a safe bet that your move wouldn’t reach me there.”

She hops out of her chair and tears down the curtain. The gamers spin around with surprise as Zim and the others stand up and stretch.

“Ugh, my ass is so sore,” Pepito groans.

“Yeah, how can gamers handle sitting in those chairs for hours on end?” Carmen yawns.

“You get used to it,” Iggins says.

“A tie wasn’t part the deal!” M barks as he jumps to his feet.

“It could be. Just give Gaz back her game and you both apologize,” Squee suggests, “everybody wins.”

“No way! It was a fluke! I will not admit defeat!” M shouts angrily.

“Jeez, relax,” Gaz groans, “it’s not a defeat. It’s a tie. Maybe you are better than us at somethings and maybe we’re better than you at somethings. But as far as this game is concerned, we’re equal.”

M glares at her hopelessly. “But…but I’m feared on this game…I can’t have an equal.”

“Well, actually it’d be like ten equals,” Dib points out.

“Can we wrap this up?” Kat asks impatiently.

“Yeah. M, just give me my Game Slave and we’ll be done here,” Gaz says.

“Forget it!” M snaps, “the deal was if you won, then you’d get your Game Slave. You didn’t win! So you’ll never see your precious Game Slave again!”

Gaz glares at him for a second. Then without any warning, she grabs the mouse from her computer and whips it at his face. He cries out in pain as he grabs his nose and falls to his knees.

“Woo!” Zim cheers.

“Oo ‘it by ‘ose aban!” M cries. He grabs his mouse and throws at it Gaz. She sidesteps out of the way and it smashes a computer screen.

“Hey! Don’t attack my sister!” Dib snaps and throws a keyboard at him. He misses and it hits another gamer in the chest.

“Ow! Jerk!” he snaps and throws his keyboard. Dib cries out with surprise and ducks.

“Fight!” Zim exclaims excitedly.

“Aw, jeez,” Squee sighs.

The warehouse breaks down into a frenzy of flying computers. Everyone screams as they dodge them and they smash against the walls, desks, and floor.

Once all the ammo has been destroyed, Gaz stomps to the other side of the room. She grabs M by the front of his shirt and picks him up off the ground. “Now where’s my Game Slave?”

M stares at her fearfully as blood drips from his nose.

A few minutes later, the Battalion and theirs friends- and Kat- walk out of the warehouse. Gaz smiles with relief as she turns on her GS3.

“If any of those assholes saved over my game files, I’ll break all of their noses,” she growls.

“We should’ve just done that from the beginning,” Kat grunts.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking,” Zim scoffs, “obviously real violence is always the answer, not simulated violence.”

“Just for the record, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid,” Squee says, “but at least it all worked out, I guess.”

“Yeah and it was pretty fun,” Carmen smiles.

“It was,” Iggins agrees as he hops on his bike. “Feel free to call me up again if you ever need more help.”

They watch him ride off for a second.

“Don’t call me up again,” Kat grunts as she walks away. “Oh, and I will be collecting on that favour.”

“I can’t believe you made me owe her,” Pepito groans and glares at Gaz.

“Oh, get over it,” she scoffs.

“You know, you could at least thank us for helping you,” Zim points out.

She glares at them with annoyance. Everyone flinches fearfully.

“O-or not,” Zim adds nervously.

Her face softens and she turns away. “Thanks a lot, you guys.”

They look at her with surprise then smile warmly.

“We’re a team. It’s what we do,” Zim shrugs humbly, but his grin is all arrogance.

They head back to the Membrane house together. They excitedly recap the duel, complimenting each other on some of the cool moves and techniques they pulled out.

Gaz is quiet though. She just plays her GS3, blissful and content.

#Invader Zim #Invader Zim fanfiction #Johnny the Homicidal Maniac #Johnny the Homicidal Maniac fanfiction #IZ JtHM crossover #my art #my ocs

1 note · View note