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[sweetiepie08]

Rebel Z (Chapter 10 Final)

nvader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. 

Thank you for reading! I do plan to continue the story in a sequel fic, but I may take a short hiatus first. I hope you enjoyed this!

Be on the lookout for the next book in the series, RevolutionZ! In which Zim and Tak attempt to join the Resisty and gain new companions! Dib fills his gap year by joining an alien rebellion! Gaz gets dragged in too! And what happened to Zim in Death Melee is explained! 

However, I will most likely only be posting links to Ao3 than full chapters to Tumblr. Again, Thank you everyone for reading!

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“So, what exactly the fuck was all that stuff with the punch about?” Dib asked once they were a comfortable distance away form the Massive.

Zim glared straight ahead at the stars. “It’s nothing that concerns you, human.”

“Bullshit!” Dib slammed his hand down on the control panel. “Your little stunt could have gotten us killed. Out with it!”

Zim gritted his teeth and gripped the steering mechanism until his knuckles quaked. Dib braced himself for the inevitable screaming denial. Instead, Zim let out a pained sigh. “Fine, if you must know, I figured out three Urth years ago that my mission was a sham and my leaders were trying to have me killed, so I took revenge. Happy?”

“We know all that,” Tak snapped. “And anyway, I told you your mission was a lie a long time ago. What I want to know is how you managed to betray the Tallest without your treasonous thoughts setting of your life clock.”

“Yeah, and who’s Spek?” Dib added.

“You wish to hear Zim’s tale of woe?” He clenched his fist and heaved out another sigh. “Fine. Three Urth years ago, the Tallest contacted me, telling me they selected me to participate in Death Melee, an inter-galactic event that all would be watching.”

“The one where they throw criminals on a planet together to fight to the death?” Tak deadpanned. “That was your first clue?”

“They told me the rules had changed and it was now a contest of elite warriors. For my partner, they gave me a Spek, a smeet just shy of his cadet years. He hadn’t even seen his first cycle yet…” Zim’s fists shook as he cut himself off.

“Since you’re still alive, I’m assuming you won,” Dib said.

“Yes, but…” his gaze fell to the floor. “Yes. Anyway, throughout the Melee, it became clear to me that the Tallest lied. This was still a game for criminals, but Spek…” Zim narrowed his haunted eyes, “he was only there to lessen my chances.”

Dib watched, mesmerized. He thought he’d seen the many moods of Zim. He’d seen everything from proud boasting, to spiteful rage, to pathetic schmooping. But this, this was something else entirely, something he never expected to see from the alien. True remorse.  

“On my journey back to Urth,” he continued, “I had too much time to think and when made it back to m base, I was done with all of it.” Rage grew in his voice with every word. “I knew they lied. I knew they’d been lying. For a moment, I thought, if they didn’t want my genius, maybe someone else would. And that thought was enough to set off my life clock. Instead of simply ripping out my feedback chip, I infected it with a virus that sends the Control Brains a loop of my Urth memories, preventing it from receiving new thoughts and experiences.” A bitter, satisfied smile came to his face. “As far as I can tell, it hadn’t noticed anything was off until now.”

“And the machines I saw you building?” Dib pressed.

Zim drew himself up. “I have a contract with the Resisity. I build them machines, they appreciate my genius and send me monies.”

“And that’s what you’ve been doing for three years?” Dib asked, voice sripping with skepticism.

Zim nodded and said nothing more.

Dib stared at him, trying to get a read on this whole tale. He wasn’t sure what to believe. Zim’s reason for existence seamed to be pleasing his Tallest. The little green monster talked of nothing else since arriving on Urth. He couldn’t imagine Zim wanting anything else and he’d fallen for the schmoopy act before. But this was not schmoop. It was too subtle, too quiet. And that betrayal of his Tallest couldn’t be denied. Something had truly changed.

Dib looked to Tak to gauge her opinion, but her face revealed nothing except careful calculation.

“I’d heard the Resisty had been growing and gaining power,” she mused. “New technology granted them upsetting victories and made them more of a problem than they once were. They could be the key. We need to fight if we ever want a chance of defeating the Control Brains and freeing our people, and for that, we’ll need an army. With your connection and my information, we could pose a real threat to the Empire.”

Dib expected Zim to launch into another tirade about how he wasn’t in it for the politics. That this was all a personal mission and he had no interest in going rogue. That did not happen.

Instead, Zim said nothing for a long time. He simply stared through the windshield in tense silence. But then, a grin grew slowly on his face. “I’m in.”

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When they made it back to Earth, they found that Gaz made use of MiMi and Mini Mouse as gaming companions, Dad bought her excuse that Dib was hanging out at Zim’s house, and that he hadn’t even stopped home long enough to notice the two additional robots in the living room.

Dib went straight to his room and laid out all of his recording devices. He had the notes he took the night Zim and Tak rambled drunkenly on the couch. He had the audio recording of the old man Irken that he couldn’t wait to translate. And he had the spy camera he’d been wearing to capture the whole experience. He never got so much undeniable proof on one mission before, and no one, to his knowledge, had this much evidence of this quality ever. He’d be king of the Swollen Eyeball network if he showed even a fraction of…

His eyes drifted to the Swollen Eyeball emblem pinned to his bulletin board and he let out a sigh. The Swollen Eyeball… what a joke. They’d been reduced to a bunch of anti-science conspiracy nuts. The organization became a competition to see who could shout their wildest theory the loudest. What were they compared to a real evil alien empire, a real soul-sucking, Lovecraftian horror, and a real space alien rebellion?

No. This was bigger than some crack-pot conspiracy group. This rebellion universe-shattering consequences. And he was going to be part of it.

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Out in his ship, Zim stared at his PAK connector with warry eyes. He wasn’t sure what held him back now. His stunt on the Massive already solidified his traitor status, but this felt different, more official. It was one thing to enact vengeance on those who betrayed him. It was quite another to completely detach himself from society.

He’d been unwaveringly loyal to the Empire since his conception, but they didn’t want him. He’d seen that years ago. So what was he waiting for?

He disconnected the PAK from his back and ignored the lifeclock in the corner of his eye as he plugged it in. He opened the hatch, clicked a pair of tweezers in his fingers, then reached them toward his feedback chip.

At a light tug, his computer’s voice gave an automated warning.

You are attempting to remove the feedback chip. Doing so is an act of treason against the Irken Empire. Are you sure you want to proceed?

Zim closed his eyes and pulled the chip free.

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Tak’s footsteps echoed as she walked across the concrete garage floor. MiMi’s metallic feet clacked beside her. Apart from that, the room was silent. She was used to silence. One grows accustomed to it when traveling alone through space. But these last few days had been anything but. And with Zim as her dubious ally, silent moments like this were certain to be few and far between.

And yet, this moment, she felt the need to fill it with something.

She popped open the windshield of her ship and hopped inside. “MiMi, my disc please.” Mimi reached into her head and took out the Urth data storage disc. Zim wasn’t the only one with a secret stash.

Tak took the disc from Mimi and placed it in a tray on the ship’s control panel. “Ship, track six please.” As she hopped out, music began to play. Smooth, jazzy horns filled the air and the singer began crooning.

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay…

The song was from an Urth performance art piece. The vocalist sang about some male mate. That part didn’t interest Tak in the slightest. Still, there was something about it...

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before…

The song continued to play as Tak opened the engine access panel and began her work. While manipulating the many gears and wires, she found a few interesting repair methods that the human implemented over the years. Many employed the use of an Urth bonding strip called “duct tape”, which she had to admit came in handy. The human didn’t do a bad job, even if it was pretty slap-dash.

All the odds are in my favor, something’s bound to begin…

She finally untangled a mess of wires and reconnected them.

It’s gotta happen, happen sometime…

She fused together the final wire and the ship hummed to life. Fuel Regulation Systems online.

Tak smiled, “Okay Mimi, looks like we’re finally getting somewhere.” She ducked back into the access panel as the song his its crescendo.

Maybe this time I’ll win.

[rebeldreamtak]

What is happening with-

Oh no.

Keef.

[serpentjoe96]

My latest horrible idea: Hamilton as Invader Zim, aka The Irken Revolution  hip-hopera

Cast:

Zim - Alexander Hamilton (duh)

(Irken) Dib - Burr

Skoodge - John Lawrence/Philip Hamilton

Purple -  Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson

Red - Hercules Mulligan/ Madison

Tak - Angelica Schuyler

Tenn - Eliza Schuyler

(Irken) Gaz - Peggy/Maria Reynolds

Control Brains - King George

Tallest Miyuki - George Washington

Cross-over plot:

The Irkens rebel against the control brains which were once considered the benevolent rulers but have since been treating the Irken race like mindless slaves.

Zim, a young defective smeet wants to prove himself in the war and comes to New Irk (🎵in New Irk you can be a new man) to join the revolution. There he meets Dib, a smart, calculating Irken who is also defective but was able to hide his defection by being more reserved (Talk less, smile more). He also meets and bonds with Skoodge, a well good hearted and determined young soldier, as well as Red and Purple who are also eager to get in on the action of the revolution and carve out a name for themselves.

The resistance is looking bleak for the Irken general and leader: Almighty Tallest Miyuki, who hears about Zim’s eager and aggressive tactics and calls on him to be her right hand man (much to the disappointment of Dib who also wanted the position) - meanwhile the boys are all doing what young Irkens who have recently stopped suppressing their Hormons do and are checking out the LADIES!

Zim takes an interest in a trio of elite female soldiers called the Sky-Soldiers (or Skydier Sisters) who he meets through Dib as one of them is Dib’s smeet-mate Gaz. Initially, Zim clicks with Tak who meets him on a level of passion and determination he’s never encountered before, but quickly shifts his focus to Tenn when Tak pushes him in that direction. Tak and Tenn are incredibly close and would both die for each other. Tenn is very sweet and Tak knows she’s into Zim so she pushes them together despite her own attraction to Zim (yeah, we are throwing IZ canon COMPLETELY out the window with this one.) Zim and Tak remain close friends.

Zim and Tenn are mated. Dib is jealous of Zim’s continued success but continues to  scheme and plan and 🎵WAIT FOR IT!🎶 Zim meanwhile is butting heads with Miyuki who is trying to hold him back from his desire to destroy and blow up stuff. Zim and Tenn are stationed on separate fronts but Tenn requests leave when she discovers that she’s pregnant and, much to Zim’s disappointment, Miyuki gives him leave too - blah blah “stay alive,” “ten duel commandments,” “meet me inside,” “that would be enough” all that goes down within the perimeters of the AU.

Purple, Skoodge, and Red bring back armies of defective Irkens and  ally-Vortians to help join the fight and Miyuki finally calls on Zim to lead this new  Battalion in a last surge against the control brains. (🎵We’ve won- we’ve won! WE’VE WON! WE’VE WON!) the World turns upside down.

Once the war is over Zim and Tenn have a son. (I donno, maybe it’s Skoodge, maybe it’s Gir.) then Zim and Dib go into the law together until Tallest Miyuki invites Zim to be her treasury-secretary (or whatever).

Then POLITICS!

Purple come back from his time as ambassador to Vort and reconnects with Red who isn’t happy about how Zim is managing the government (also red is racists because Zim was a defective). Purple has been made secretary of state and comes in opposed to Zim’s plans. - Zim gets seriously stressed out and can’t leave with Tenn and Tak and the kids to go on their planned vacation to Plookasia because he has to work.

Meanwhile Gaz shows up with con in her back-pocket and seduces Zim in order to exploit him.

Dib gets increasingly frustrated with how Zim just seems to get away with whatever he wants and is jealous of Zim’s power so he runs against Tenn for a position on the counsel and beats her - permanently damaging his friendship with Zim.

Purple wants the Irkens to assist in the war that is breaking out on Vort but Zim talks Miyuki out of sending troops because it’s stupid and they are not strong enough to fight in someone else’s civil war.

Purple, Red, and Dib plot to take down Zim. (🎵It must be nice, it must be nice, to have Miyuki on your side🎵)

Tallest Miyuki is tired and wants to retire so she steps down from leadership and is replaced by Tallest Spork. (Welcome folks to the Spork administration.) Spork is friends with Purple and makes Purple his second, firing Zim.

Purple and Red, still threatened by Zim, confront him about what happened with Gaz. Zim flips his shit and reveals the truth that he was sleeping with her and she exploited him. - he continues to flip his shit and tells everyone about it before he can be blackmailed again. Tenn is heart broken (she hopes that he buuuuurns🎶) and their son dies in a duel over the scandal. (Blah blah- “it’s quiet uptown”)

Spork ends up being a horrible Tallest (not actually like John Adam’s. John Adam’s is still the fucking best and I love him, fight me) And now Purple is Running for tallest against Dib… which, ya know… follows the same final plot as the musical without really any deviation or further explanations needs.

Okay, there’s my war crime fan fic summery. This would be much better as a series of animations but I can barely draw and DEFINITELY can’t animate. So have some word crimes.

[rebeldreamtak]

YOU WHAT

DON’T PANIC! I’M SENDING MIMI OUT TO FIND YOU, JUST HANG TIGHT!

@greatest-would-be-invader I GOT ACCIDENTALLY SHOVED INTO BATTLE COME BAIL ME OUT PLS

[shadowofthelamp]

Most of my Tallest AU stuff seems to be from Dib’s POV. Let’s change that.

Warnings: Spicy but nothing explicit, there’s some making out and mentions of biting/scratching each other up. The collar/muzzle thing is basically Zim’s ‘back off, this is mine, nobody blow it up’ and also a humiliation thing just to make Dib work to keep having access to Twix.

Wordcount: 660

Ao3 link

Zim hated Dib. He also liked Dib. (A lot.)

It was complicated.

He hated Dib for obvious reasons- Dib was an alien of a species that he knew almost nothing about but that was stinky and hairy and infuriatingly close to his own height. (Although, Zim was proud that he still had some height on Dib even without his antennae. It proved he was still better.) Dib was a rebel, and Zim was riding on a knife’s edge even keeping him as a pet the way that he was. Dib was also argumentative, grumpy, and utterly, utterly disrespectful.

That was part of the reason that Zim liked him, though. Being worshipped was wonderful, of course, and Zim would never deny that. Being Tallest was great! Being able to order drones around, getting snacks whenever he wanted them, having irkens and aliens alike bow and cower in his royal presence. However, Zim also liked knowing that they respected him, not just the uniform he was in. 

Dib had nothing but hate for Tak, and that was fine because she had nothing but hate for him. It was simple, it was the way that things were supposed to be. Aliens either hated irkens and were squashed, or loved them and were used. For Zim, though, Dib gave up power. Dib wore the collar to get access to Twix, Dib allowed himself to be pulled around with a muzzle over his mouth, Dib would sit at his side during meetings, even though he was glaring at him the whole while.

And then, when the muzzle came off and the act was over, Dib would pounce, all coiled muscle and boiled fury, blood steaming, and Zim would let him think that he’d won as he yanked on Zim’s antennae and shoved their faces together, biting hard enough to draw pink blood. 

He could kill Dib, of course. Zim was never in much real danger. Dib had to strip most of his weapons when he was playing Zim’s exotic alien pet, and a knife or two was nothing compared to the Pak-weapons of a Tallest. Still, there was... something about this. Dib allowed Zim to control him, and that boiled his nerves so much that he took back what he lost as soon as they were in Zim’s chambers- or even in the hallway outside of them. It was desperate and violent, often scratching and biting each other up in the process as he reclaimed his control by force. 

Zim liked it. He liked this seesaw dynamic, where the rebel that had tried to down the Massive all those years ago- the father of his child, this reckless and furious and idiotic and brilliant alien- grabbed the most powerful person in the galaxy and didn’t blink, didn’t care that he could kill him in a second. Dib was willing to give up some of his own freedom to see Twix, and allowed himself to be degraded but never defeated, never turned meek and obedient and boring.

With Dib, he was Zim first and foremost. Enemy, occasional master, bedmate, loathed leader of the people that he hated as Dib hissed out ‘Tallest’ with the same disgust as Zim would about a slug squashed underfoot, but Zim most of all. He was a whole, and Dib saw himself as an equal, in a way that was endearing instead of something to be corrected. Zim was more than just someone giving orders, he earned everything Dib thought of him, and Dib rose above his inferior alien status to earn Zim’s respect in return. There was no one else Zim would ever even consider allowing this close to him, allow to trace their filthy alien fingers over his face or to handle him as anything less than a god.

That deserved a reward, and if Zim happened to enjoy those times where Dib pinned him to the wall, well, that was between him and the void.

[creepingsharia]

‘Tortured Beyond Recognition’: Muslim Persecution of Christians, December 2020

Christians executed by jihadis on Christmas Day in Nigeria.

by Raymond Ibrahim

The following are among the abuses inflicted on Christians by Muslims throughout the month of December, 2020:

The Slaughter of Christians

Nigeria: In a video that appeared on Dec. 29, Islamic terrorists executed five Christians. The footage showed five armed members of the Islamic State (West African province) standing behind five men dressed in orange suits with their arms tied behind their backs and on their knees.  The terrorists order each of the men to say their names and the hostages oblige, each adding, “I am a Christian.”  One of the terrorists then says “This is a warning to Christians in all parts of the world and those in Nigeria….   Use the heads of these five of your brethren to continue with your ungodly celebrations,” a reference to Christmas.  The five Muslims then open fire into the back of the Christians’ heads and kill them.

A few days earlier, on Christmas Eve, and for several hours into the early morning of Christmas Day, Muslim raiders terrorized a Christian village, where they slaughtered between seven and 11 people, including a 5-year-old, and kidnapped 11 more (it is believed that the five Christians who were executed on video were from among these 11).  Riding on trucks and motorcycles, the jihadis opened fire indiscriminately, torched 10 homes and one church, and plundered the food supplies meant to be distributed on Christmas Day.  Although traumatized, some Christians remained defiant, as captured by a Christmas Day text by one Markus Bulus, a local:

Whatever Boko Haram planned against us has failed.   Whatever it is, we shall still celebrate Christmas. Jesus, we’re so grateful this day even with the bad experience we had last night. We have nothing to offer as our thanksgiving, but we offer our hearts in deep supplication to your majesty on this Christmas Day.

Elsewhere throughout the month of December, Muslim Fulani herdsmen “killed 33 Christians, destroyed 18 homes and displaced more than 2,500 people.” Moreover, according to a report released by the International Society for Civil Liberties & the Rule of Law (“INTERSOCIETY”), Muslims have massacred at least 2,200 Nigerian Christians between Jan. 2020 and Dec. 13, 2020.  Of this figure, “Jihadist Fulani Herdsmen,” it said, were responsible for about “1,300 Christian deaths, followed by Boko Haram and its splinter groups (ISWAP and Ansaru) with 500 Christian deaths….   In other words, Nigeria in 2020 has lost average of six Christians per day and 180 per month.”

Uganda: A Muslim mob attacked and killed a man “a few days after he renounced Islam to follow Christ.” On Nov. 30, Yusuf Kintu, 41, then an imam at a mosque, converted to Christianity. “We had been talking on several occasions,” Pastor Andrew Nyanma explained, “but he was so argumentative when we touched on matters related to faith. He was a brilliant Muslim Imam but also respected other people’s faith. On this day [of his conversion], he was calm and receptive.”  Three days later, his wife divorced him and left the house with his two youngest children.  On Dec. 6, one week after his conversion—or, in Muslim eyes, apostasy—an angry Muslim mob rose up against him.  According to one source, “the local Muslim community was upset in [sic] Yusuf for leaving Islam and becoming a Christian. Yusuf was seriously beaten and left unconscious.”  Pastor Andrew found him in the morning and took him to a hospital, where Yusuf succumbed to his injuries on Dec. 7.

Egypt:  On Dec. 10, two Muslim brothers went on a stabbing spree targeting Christians in Alexandria; one man was killed and two others were severely injured and hospitalized.  According to authorities, they went on their murderous rampage because they were “upset” that their mother had died earlier that day.   “The matter began with insults and curses to the shopkeepers for being Christians,” explained Fr. Michael Gamil, whose nearby church was also targeted.  “The Copts present responded with patience.  Then, when one of them, Ramses, quietly went to close and lock his shop door, they lunged at and stabbed him with knives.” Ramses’ brother, who ran a grocery store nearby, saw what was happening, rushed to his brother’s aid, and was also stabbed.   The Muslim brothers then barged into the clothing shop of another Christian man and stabbed him in the torso, near his heart.  All three men were hospitalized with serious injuries in intensive care; Ramses died of his wounds.  The rampaging Muslim brothers then entered Fr. Michael’s church and cursed at a partially blind priest.  Discussing the alleged motive, Fr. Michael said: “They [Egyptian authorities] say they started cursing the Copts because their mother died; and two years earlier, they cursed the Copts because their brother died: what do [familial] death and the Copts have to do with each other?”  He emphasized that the two brothers had been in the habit of verbally harassing and insulting Christians for years—though they clearly took their hate to another level on Dec. 10.

Artsakh: Muslim fighters tortured a 58-year-old Christian woman of Armenian descent by hacking off her ears, hands, and feet, before finally executing her.  According to the Jan. 14 report,

On the same day of talks between Erdogan and Putin, when Turkey’s leader said he would like to create conditions of ‘coexistence’ between Armenians and Azeris, officials located the body of an Armenian woman today who had been reported missing.

The woman has been identified as 58-year-old Alvard Tovmasyan who was a resident of Karin Tak village, near the Shushi region of Artsakh currently occupied by Azerbaijani forces.

Tovmasyan was a second degree intellectually disabled person killed and ‘tortured beyond recognition’ outside of her home with her hands, ears, and feet cut off, according to her brother Samvel Tovmasyan who confirmed her identity by recognizing the clothes she was wearing.

As to why she was mutilated before being killed, jihadis often cite the Koran’s calls to cut off the hands, feet, and throats of infidels (e.g., Koran 5:33, 47:4).

According to a separate Dec. 15 Church Militant news report, “Armenians are being brutalized” and have “lost territory to their jihadist neighbors before agreeing to a cease-fire enforced by Russia…. Prior to violating the so-called peace agreement, the Turkish Muslims of Azerbaijan did as Muhammad commanded in beheading Christians.”  The report linked to a video of camouflaged soldiers overpowering and forcing down a struggling, elderly Armenian man, and then casually carving at his throat with a knife: “Azerbaijan has accused Armenia of violating the peace deal first,” the report continues, “but observers note the only provocation Muslims need to attack Armenians is their continued existence.”

Democratic Republic of Congo:  Members of the Allied Democratic Forces, widely acknowledged as “an insurgent jihadist group,” slaughtered at least 30 Christians and raped ten women and girls in five villages between Nov. 20 and Dec. 3. One of the survivors, Tony Longi, managed to escape his home in time and hide in the outside bathroom: “through the ventilator of the latrine he saw the rebels killing 4 members of his family including his wife and 3 children.”  According to one local official, “We got information that as they killed the Christians the[y] were saying that they were killing them because they refused to convert to Islam.”  Another report describing these raids said there were “scenes of terrified Christians flooding into the streets as the jihadists surrounded churches in each of the five villages armed with guns, machetes, clubs, swords and axes.”

Attacks on Muslim Converts and Christian Preachers

Uganda:  A Muslim man beat and forced his wife to drink pesticide on learning that she had become Christian.   Three months after Zubeda Nabirye, a 38-year-old mother of three, had secretly converted, her husband discovered Bibles in her possession and demanded if she had apostatized.  She told him that  “a friend had given me the Bibles, and I was using it to compare it with what is written in the Koran, and after all religion is a matter of personal choice”; she added that “I was convicted and decided to embrace Christianity.”  In response, “My husband began reading verses in the Koran that allowed men to beat their wives if they disobey them, and after that he started beating me with slaps and sticks.  As if this was not enough, he forced me to take Dithane M-45,” a toxic pesticide.  He forced the poison into his wife’s mouth; though she managed not to swallow most of it, she “ingested some while he was trying to strangle her and hitting her leg with sticks… He also injured her chest, neck and thigh.” It was late in the night when “I regained consciousness and found myself surrounded by neighbors.” One of them later explained that “we heard groaning from a nearby banana plant, and there we found Zubeda Nabirye, who had just regained her consciousness but with vomit and blood all over her body.”  They took her to a nearby hospital. According to the Dec. 17 report, “she suspects her husband took her to the banana plants expecting she would die there.”  Even so, she did “not file charges with police over the assault as it could provoke further violence.  She still looks very weak and asks about the wellbeing of her three children,” who at the time were staying with her husband’s mother due to COVID-19 travel restrictions: “I am worried about my children [aged 9, 13, and 16], who are under the care of my mother-in-law,” Zubeda said. “I know it will be very difficult for me to see them and reunite with them.”

In a separate incident in Uganda, on Dec. 21, Muslims gang-raped a female church pastor. The widowed mother of five was walking home from Christmas preparations at her church when she heard someone crying for help in the dark. “When I stopped,” explained the 50-year-old whose name is withheld for security reasons, “I was surprised to see people coming from the bush, and one of them shouted in the Arabic language, ‘Allah is greater—we have warned you several times to stop converting Muslims to Christianity. Today we shall teach you a lesson that you will not forget.’”  One of the men covered her mouth with a chemical-doused handkerchief that caused her to lose consciousness.  She awoke three hours later and was found by her nephew.  “He saw blood on my torn skirt. He could not stop tears rolling from his cheeks, crying and shouting for help, and he took me to a nearby clinic for medical treatment.”  Two months earlier, a Muslim neighbor had complained to her:  “I am warning you not to come to our home. My children are now singing some Christian songs. I know soon they will come to your church. We as Muslims have no relations with infidels.”  A church member said the rape victim remains traumatized: “Sometimes she is quiet for about one hour; … she is having severe headache[s], swelling at her neck and severe pain in her private parts.”  “I am hurt,” confirmed the visibly emotional and tearful pastor from her hospital bed during an interview on Christmas Eve. “I will miss Christmas celebration with my church members….  I hope these Muslim rapists have not infected me with deadly diseases. I forgive them,” added the mother of five who was widowed five years earlier.

Attacks on Churches

Pakistan: On Christmas day, a mob consisting of as many as 60 Muslim men attacked a church during Christmas service.  According to the Dec. 30 report, “They aimed to kidnap and assault the women in attendance.”  However, the church’s security guards and male congregants “fought back with bare hands against the staff-wielding intruders, giving the women time to escape. Many Christian men suffered blunt trauma injuries and fractures in the fight.”  Before things got violent, the Muslim invaders had made derogatory comments about the Christian women, adding that they were “looking dashing today. Let us have all of them in our beds.”  When one of the Christian defenders angrily rose up, “The Muslims,” he said, “warned me never to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to do with Christian girls.”  On arriving, the authorities “helped the defeated Muslims escape, and blamed Christians for fighting back.”  According to a spokesman for the Christians,

They scolded and threatened the Christian community, the Christian church, saying it’s illegal to have their own security. Which is truly an unjustified and illegal action by the police, because it was announced by the government of Pakistan two years ago, that every church must have its own security. They must have their own CCTV cameras, barbed wires, and medical equipment.

Sudan:  A temporary church structure of the Sudanese Church of Christ has been burned down five times by what one pastor described as “radical Muslims.”  They also threatened to butcher the Christians if they dared erect another tent again. According to the Dec. 22 report, “Saying they didn’t want a Christian presence in the area, the extremists have burned down the structures on Jan. 19, 2019, and this year on Jan. 4, Jan. 19, Jan. 28, and Aug. 7…. The church decided to report the attacks to police after the Aug. 7 arson in spite of the threats.”  The original church building, which had been in operation since 1993, was first torched in 2019; since then the 150-member congregation have been setting up and worshipping inside tents, though all five have been “reduced to ashes along with Bibles and prayer books.”  Church members identified several of the assailants.  Police initially refused to file a case until an attorney got involved.  Five of nine suspects involved have been arrested.

Discrimination, Misogyny, and Violence against Christians

Egypt:  In what human rights activists described as an “egregious miscarriage of justice,” a court acquitted three Muslim men charged with assaulting a Christian grandmother, including by spitting on and beating her, stripping her naked and parading her in the streets of their village, on the accusation that her son was romantically involved with a Muslim woman.   Although this attack took place in 2016, and although video evidence and witnesses have identified the three Muslim men, the Egyptian courts refused to render a decision.  As a Dec. 21 press release from Coptic Solidarity explains:

After multiple delay tactics, including judges ‘recusing’ themselves and retrials by different court circuits, the case reached this sad conclusion. The Egyptian judiciary has revealed their true face of Islamist fanaticism and blatant bias against Coptic victims. This is indeed shameful for a country that has employed some form of a ‘modern’ justice system for 150 years.

Upon hearing news of the court ruling, Mrs. Thabet [the victim], burst into tears, simply saying “What shall I do after being so humiliated! My right is in the hands of my Lord who shall render me His justice.”

Pakistan/China: Christian and Hindu women in Pakistan are being marketed to China as concubines and forced brides, a Dec. 9 report revealed.  Due to China’s longstanding one-child only policy and cultural preference for boys, the nation suffers from an acute shortage of females, causing Chinese men to import women from abroad. Speaking on Dec. 8, the top U.S. diplomat for religious freedom, Samuel Brownback, said that “religious minorities, Christian and Hindu women” from Pakistan are “being marketed as concubines and as forced as brides [sic] into China.”  This is because “there’s discrimination against religious minorities that make them more vulnerable” in Muslim Pakistan, he added.

France: “Handwritten letters were mailed to seven black African priests with their names and the address of the rectory where they live,” reported the Vicar General of the Diocese of Avignon Pascal Molemb Emock: “The mail only says ‘Allah Akbar’ in French and in Arabic.”  Because violent Islamic attacks on clergymen and Christians in general have been escalating in France—five weeks earlier a Muslim man crying “Allahu Akbar” entered a church and slaughtered three Christians in Nice—an investigation was quickly opened. As a police source explained on Dec. 9, “These are not direct death threats, but in the context of a terrorist threat, this matter is taken very seriously.” “I am not afraid for myself,” commented one of the priests. “I will continue to live alone in my rectory. But I am responsible for a community, I must be careful for the parishioners.”

Iraq: At least 14 shops that sell alcohol in Baghdad—most of which are owned by Christians—were firebombed throughout November and December.  According to the Dec. 16 report, these escalating attacks have “terrified shop-owners who fear hardline Islamists are flexing their muscle against alcohol consumption.”   Discussing the situation, Andre, an Iraqi Christian, said the recent bombing of his shop has cost him thousands of dollars in repairs.  “These groups want the last of the Christians to leave the country,” he said of the attackers: “They’re targeting us.”  He also blamed security forces for leaving their post for hours, thereby providing the attackers with “time to place the explosives, take pictures before and after and publish them on Facebook.”  “Why doesn’t the government arrest them?” he added, pointing out that he had even provided authorities with the license plate number of the attacking vehicle as captured by the store’s surveillance camera.

Christmastime Terror

Spain: On Christmas day, a Muslim of Moroccan background, known only as Muhammad Q., stalked through a Christmas street celebration while brandishing a machete and crying out, “Allahu akbar, I’m going to kill you,” at random passersby. He lunged at police when they arrived and slightly injured them, though they managed to subdue and arrest him.  Subsequent investigations revealed that the 45-year-old had a criminal record relating to the sexual abuse of a minor and ties to the Islamic State.

France: A group of Muslims thrashed another Muslim for participating in a Christmas Day dinner.  After Nabil, 20, published pictures of the dinner online, a schoolmate expressed his “shock” via text that a fellow Muslim would celebrate Christmas, at one point texting, “I’ll show you what a real Arab is.”  Nabil and his scandalized Muslim schoolmate then agreed to meet and discuss the matter; but when Nabil arrived, the schoolmate and four other men ambushed and beat him, leaving him with a bloodied and bruised face and a warning not to report the incident to police or else.  Undeterred, he contacted local authorities who subsequently arrested the schoolmate.  During his trial, he continued to assert his “shock” that Nabil had posted such pictures, adding “It is not Muslim to celebrate Christmas.”

Western Europe: Some Christians celebrated Christmas under threat in a few nations:  According to a Dec. 3 report, British intelligence, relying on a former al-Qaeda bomb-maker, warned that “a senior Isis commander is plotting a Christmas terror campaign in European countries, including Britain.”  The Muslim terrorists had reportedly “decided to try and use the lifting of lockdown restrictions during the Christmas period to launch attacks in Europe, in particular against the UK, France and Germany.”

Germany: In a video that appears embedded in a Dec. 19 article, a Muslim cleric living in Braunschweig declares that “Christmas is an insult to Allah”

About this Series

The persecution of Christians in the Islamic world has become endemic.  Accordingly, “Muslim Persecution of Christians” was developed in 2011 to collate some—by no means all—of the instances of persecution that occur or are reported each month. It serves two purposes:

1)          To document that which the mainstream media does not: the habitual, if not chronic, persecution of Christians.

2)          To show that such persecution is not “random,” but systematic and interrelated—that it is rooted in a worldview inspired by Islamic Sharia.

Accordingly, whatever the anecdote of persecution, it typically fits under a specific theme, including hatred for churches and other Christian symbols; apostasy, blasphemy, and proselytism laws that criminalize and sometimes punish with death those who “offend” Islam; sexual abuse of Christian women; forced conversions to Islam;  theft and plunder in lieu of jizya (financial tribute expected from non-Muslims); overall expectations for Christians to behave like cowed dhimmis, or second-class, “tolerated” citizens; and simple violence and murder. Sometimes it is a combination thereof.

Because these accounts of persecution span different ethnicities, languages, and locales—from Morocco in the West, to Indonesia in the East—it should be clear that one thing alone binds them: Islam—whether the strict application of Islamic Sharia law, or the supremacist culture born of it.

Previous Reports - monthly back to 2011

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 80.5

The Battalion finish dealing with Carcas’ rebels as best they can.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Return of Carcas Part 5

           Tak parks the Epic in front of Zim’s house, sighing heavily as she leans back in the driver’s seat. The Night Terrors hop out but she and Pepito are little slower, sore from their injuries.      

           “You won’t win,” Graxarlok snaps as Reverend Meat pulls him out of the car.

           “We’ve captured three out of five of you,” Tak points out, “we’ve already won.”

           “So where’s Squee?” Pepito asks as everyone walks up to the house.

           “He’s off on his own mission,” Eff replies.

           “Awww, so I still have to wait to see him,” he whines.

           Tak starts to open the front door when a voice cries out, “hold it!”

           Everyone turns around to see Yrel’ian standing at the end of the yard, panting as if she’s been running. She points one of her swords at the group and shouts, “release my companions!”

           “Who’s that?” Eff asks.

           “What’s she saying?” D-boy asks.

           “That’s Yrel’ian,” Pepito replies, “the last of Carcas’ rebels.”

           “Yrel’ian! Free me!” Graxarlok demands.

           “Sit tight, Graxarlok,” she replies, “you’ll be free soon.”            “Seriously, what are they saying?” D-boy asks.

           “It doesn’t matter,” Tak replies, “just capture her.”

           “Okey doke,” he shrugs and pulls his mallet out of his hat. He charges the alien slug but before he can attack, she spits a large, green loogey at him. D-boy quickly blocks the gob with his hammer and it completely melts.

           “Hey!” he snaps.

           Yrel’ian hocks another one and he scrambles out of the way. The loogey splatters on the cement, melting a small crater.

           “Huh. Is that new?” Pepito questions.

           “It’s definitely disgusting,” D-boy remarks.

           “Just stay back,” Sickness orders, “I’ll handle her.”

           In a flash purple, she charges forward and kicks Yrel’ian down the street. She skids across the asphalt before catching her footing- or slug equivalent- and spitting another acidic gob at Sickness. She easily sidesteps it and starts to charge again.

           Just before Sickness can reach her, Yrel’ian looks upwards and spits again. The loogey splatters all over her, covering her in the caustic goo. Sickness skids to a stop and quickly backpedals.

           “Damn, now we can’t touch her,” Eff says.

           “Ugh, fine,” Tak groans as her spider legs extend from her PAK. “I’ll finish this.”            “Not likely,” Yrel’ian snaps, “I’ll melt every single one of you and free my companions. Then we’ll find out what you did with Carcas!”

           “Huh?” Pepito questions, “we haven’t even seen Carcas.”

           “No matter,” she growls, “this is the end for you.”

           Tak, Pepito, and the Night Terrors prepare themselves as she opens her mouth. Her spit begins to bubble in the back of her throat when a voice cries out, “you!”

           Everyone freezes for a split second just as something hits Yrel’ian’s side and explodes. She’s blown through the air and hits the ground hard, covered in burns. She can barely lift her head enough to glare at her attacker.

           Squee suddenly zips into view on his rocket wheelies, a Smiley bomb in each hand, looking absolutely furious.

           “You locked me in a metal death ball, you slimy, gross thing!” he snaps angrily.

           “Squee!” Pepito exclaims.

           He looks at them and waves, “oh, hey, guys.”

           “Well, that takes care of Yrel’ian,” Tak says as the alien slug passes out. “Nice entrance, Squee.”            “Oh, uh, thanks,” he replies awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. “Uh, you guys okay?”

           “Better now that you’re here,” Pepito says as he trots over and gives him a big hug.

           “Hey.” Everyone turns to see Zim flying in, carrying Gaz. As they land, they curiously eye Yrel’ian.                    

           “Not sure what happened here,” Zim says, “but it looks like it all worked out.”            “Yup,” Tak replies, “so where’s Carcas?”

           “I don’t know!” he exclaims, “we couldn’t find him.”

           “Well, at least we have everyone else,” Pepito points out.

           “Right,” Zim sighs, “let’s get them inside.”

           After making sure to wipe the goo off Yrel’ian, the Doughboys pick her up and everyone goes into the house.

           “Where’s Dib?” Gaz asks.

           “Oh, yeah,” Squee says, like he’s just remembering. “Um he’s on his way, I think.”            As they head into the lab, Dib’s car pulls up out front and he quickly runs inside. He catches up with everyone as they’re tossing Graxarlok and Yrel’ian into the cell with Mixxar and Uu.

           “Hey,” he says, “what’d I miss?”

           “Not much,” Zim replies, “Squee blew up Yrel’ian.”

           “Oh, good job,” he comments.

           “Thanks,” Squee says, “sorry I left you behind.”            “Ah, that’s okay. Better you blow her up than us.”

           Everyone sighs as they look at Carcas’ rebels, bound and locked up.

           “Well, everyone’s back together again,” Pepito says.

           “Almost,” Dib replies, “but where’s Carcas?”

           “Nobody seems to know,” Tak explains, “Yrel’ian was saying something about wanting to know what happened to him.”

           Zim bangs on the door of the cell. “Hey! Where’s your leader?”

           “We don’t know,” Mixxar admits, “he stopped responding a few minutes after we landed. Since you captured Uu, we thought you might’ve had him.”

           “I wish,” he groans.

           “So he’s missing?” Squee questions, “how does a seven foot tall mound of muscle just disappear?”            “Should we be worried?” Dib asks.

           Zim sighs. “Nothing we can do about it now. We have no way of tracking him. We’ll just have to keep our eyes open and be ready for when he appears.”

           “In the meantime, what do we with these guys?” Pepito asks, pointing at the aliens.

           “We can’t keep them prisoner,” Tak points out.

           “I mean, we could,” Gaz argues, “we just don’t want to.”

           “And we can’t let them go,” she adds.

           “Is there a way we could get them off-planet?” Squee asks.

           Zim and Tak share a look.

           A little while later, they’re loading one of the escape pods into Tak’s Irken Surface Cannon. Stuffed into the pod are Graxarlok, Yrel’ian, Mixxar, and Uu, shouting and grumbling with angry discomfort.

           “Preparing to fire!” Tak announces and pushes the button. The pod explodes out of the barrel and flies into the sky, the aliens inside screaming.  

           “You know,” Squee says as the Battalion watches it disappear into space. “It’s good to be home.”

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          Carcas paces around a large, dimly lit room, huffing and grunting angrily. From the shadows, a figure watches him with mild amusement.

           “You seem stressed, my new friend,” they say.

           Carcas stops and glares at them. “I agreed to join you because I recognize your power. But how long do I have to wait to get my revenge?”

           “Patience,” they purr, “good things come to those who wait.” They turn in their chair to face a series of computer screens, all displaying different pictures of the Battalion. “And good things will come.”

[mothfromouterspace]

MEGAMIND AU

It’s not exactly an AU just like Megamind is more of an AU based on the premise of Megamind

Spoilers for Megamind ahead

thanks @okietokiee for finally making me write this shit down

I this AU Dib, now a 17 year old, is a sidekick of a famous paranormal Investigator (I will refer to him as Bill, but it’s not certain is he really going to be based off him yet). They actually manage to expose Zim to the world and put him in area 51. Bill becomes famous after capturing an alien while Dib, tho he was the one that did most of the job, stays more in the shadow of his boss. Zim of course escapes several times and tries to take over the earth again, but he is always stopped by Bill and Dib. Just like in the movie, one of Zim’s evil schemes actually results in an accident in which Bill “dies” (The Irken didn’t kill him directly the accident was more of an aftermatch of his actions). So without Bill, Zim takes over the earth and it goes just like in the movie, at first he is super excited about blowing stuff up and tormenting humans, but he gets bored real quick. He reminds himself of simpler times when it was just him and Dib in the Skool and is convinced that he just needs to get back his nemesis so that he could “hurt someone he personally hates”. Little did he know that Dib has absolutely zero interest in fighting him because he doesn’t believe that his boss is dead and dedicates 100% of his attention to finding him or at least proving that he is alive. His research falsely leads him to believe that he has been abducted by aliens, Irkens to be specific, so he tries to find a way to contact the Massive and rescue Bill. Zim is absolutely terrified to learn this and desperately searches for a way to stop him from doing so while also thinking about getting a brand new nemesis. Finally, he decides to kidnap the leader of the rebellion against his ruling (I have no idea who she might be yet, I’ll just call her Gretchen as a place holder) and disguise himself as her to gain Dib’s trust and to steer him away from contacting the almighty tallest. He manages to take down the leader of the rebellion and creates a holographic device similar to the one Tak’s been using to disguise himself as her. In the meantime a series of unfortunate events leads to Zim convincing Keef (who in this AU is a part of the rebellion, just to spend some time with Dib, because after finding out Zim actually is an alien his fixation shifts towards Membrane) that he should become Zim’s arch-nemesis because it would make Dib very happy, not only that, he also promises to train him for the battle. Zim, as Zim tends to do, convinces himself that it was actually a great idea to do it because in that way he gets a new nemesis that’s too dumb to suspect a thing. Time goes on and Zim as Gretchen starts spending more and more time with Dib eventually forgetting about Keef, ruling the earth, even the almighty tallest, of course, while still being in complete denial of his feelings towards Membrane. He finds it harder and harder to switch between being an evil overlord and a leader of the resistance against himself. Zim sparks those dumb conversations like “But would you still like me if I was a green alien boy from, and I picked those features randomly, a planet where social hierarchy is based on height?” because he finally feels like he found a stable source of validation and is absolutely paranoid about losing it. On one of the missions Zim as Gretchen gets seriously injured and when he is brought back to the base Dib immediately drops everything he has been doing to save him. Shaken up and worried sick, in the heat of the moment he confesses his love while trying to save who he thinks is Gretchen and as he takes care of the wounds he accidentally damages the holographic device and finds out that the girl he just declared his love to is actually an alien, a very familiar one to make things worse. Zim is terrified mostly because he is sure that Dib will either kill him right here or reveal his lie to the rebels so that they could take care of him. To his surprise, Dib just bursts out crying calling him the most terrible, evil, selfish creature he has ever met, asking if he really finds toying with his feelings this amusing, going as far as to call it the worst thing he has done to him ever. Zim is paralyzed. Not just because of Dib’s unexpected reaction, but because he actually feels remorse and guilt for the first time ever. He actually feels empathy for the first time ever. He actually feels love for the first time ever. Dib keeps on asking why, why would he do that, what could he possibly gain from this, but deep inside he knew the truth and one look into those big, but eyes confirmed his worst fear. - You actually thought that you and I … No this is a scheme you just want me to believe that someone like you, a disgusting, malicious alien could ever develop any kind of feelings towards ANYONE. A paranormal Investigator, sworn protector of earth and a, may I remind you, killer of my boss and a tyrant? If your plan was to make me care about you then you really are the worst, Zim, the worst.“ - … - Just say it, just say that I’m wrong explain why you would actually do this. You know that the rebellion stands no chance against you, they are outnumbered and have zero experience, you couldn’t possibly feel threatened by them so why would you do this, explain just, prove me wrong, I beg you.

But Zim didn’t answer, he just stared at Dib’s wailing as it turned into sad laughter and as laughter turned into dead silence.

- Leave, Zim. And never come back. I won’t tell anybody, I don’t want their last hope crushed. Just, never talk to me again.

OK, SO THIS TURNED INTO A FANFIC HALFWAY THROUGH EVEN THO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND I CAN’T WRITE FOR SHIT.

This is part one part two might come maybe tomorrow, I need to discuss Keef’s role in the story. If you have any ideas to improve this shit just say it, I know this is rough and shitty.

[izamthereblliousirken]

To answer your question dib Zim and izam used to be friends until izam chose to betray the empire. When they found out they punched him by making his own friend, Zim, kill him. But izam survived.

Dib: I was predicting some kind of story of Zim just messing up Izam’s chances at some kind of evil alien job, kind of like what he did with Tak and in the end this was just some stupid revenge plot. But...trying to kill a supposed friend...that’s just messed up!

Izam: *sniffling* Oh, Dib. I’m so sorry you had to be here and hear all that. You shouldn’t have to be in the middle of this...

Dib: Okay, wait...so...all of this mess happened because you tried to attack your old leader? Why? Because you didn’t like what your people were doing?

[Izam hesitates for a second. He casts a glance at Zim who flinches and hides his face from both Dib and him.]

Izam: Y-yes. I did a reckless thing back then...but my motive behind the action has never wavered. Even today. 

Dib: You’re motive...So, you really are some kind of rebel irken, huh? Honestly wasn’t expecting to meet an irken like you...but to be fair I’m not used to meeting a lot of different irkens. 

Izam: *smiles softly* Yes. You don’t have to believe me right away. Not many different alien species tend to do that at first. But I hope you can eventually understand I’m not like Zim...I’m not some irken who blindly follows the orders of cruel leaders.

[Zim instantly tenses up at Izam’s words. He gives the taller irken a harsh look] 

Zim: You know nothing of me, Izam! 

Izam: And you know nothing of me, Zim...You made that very clear multiple times since we’ve met...

Zim: Hmph...

[sweetiepie08]

RebelZ (Chapter 9)

Invader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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“Care to tell us what the fuck that was?” the Dib shouted as they ran down the hall.

“A coup, obviously,” Zim shot back. “Just not one where you seize power at the end. So, half a coup.”

“So then who seizes power now?”

“The Tallest Red and Purple still have it,”

Dib nearly tripped over his own feet in his shock. “You mean you didn’t kill them?”

“It’s nearly impossible to poison an Irken,” Tak explained. “The PAK filters out most toxins. You can incapacitate them, though, for a short period of time.”

“So you basically just quit your job in spectacular fashion,” Dib said indignantly.

Tak almost couldn’t believe it. Zim must be sincere in his betrayal. He poisoned the Tallest and declared to the entire upper crust of the Irken military that it was intentional. There was no coming back from that. Every other disaster he caused could reasonably be argued as a mistake. But there could be no doubt here. Zim truly had turned on the empire.

Yet, something still didn’t sit quite right with her. If he had gone rebel, if he had truly turned traitor, then his life clock would have gone off like hers did. One would reasonably assume the impotence for this betrayal was her discovery of the Control Brains parasite, but she was with him ever since she told him that news and she never saw his life clock go off. But that could only mean something else prompted him at an earlier date. So the question was, what made Zim finally snap?

They came to a split in the hallway. Tak started going right while Zim went left.

“Uh, the Voot is this way,” Tak called.

“I’m not going to the Voot,” Zim yelled back. “I’m going to the control room.”

Dib and Tak cast each other a glance, then followed him. They found him crouched behind a door at the end of the hall and joined him in his hiding spot. Dib took a peak inside. There, dozens of Irkens worked at their stations. They seemed unaware that, for now, their leaders were incapacitated.

Zim tapped his PAK and a metal ball flew into his hands. He pulled a pin, tossed it in, and smashed the control panel, shutting the door. They heard coughing from the other side and, after a few minutes, opened the door to find the Irkens unconscious on the floor.

“So, what are we doing in here again?” Dib asked, as they stepped into the room.

Zim grabbed one of the Irkens who still slouched in their chair and threw them to the floor. “Wiping Urth off the navigation map.” He sat down and the monitor and started messing with the buttons. “If I’m going to continue to use it as my home base, I can’t have them finding it.”

“Not so fast,” Tak slapped his fingers away from the buttons. “Before this goes any further, I need answers. If you’re truly on our side, there’s only one way your life clock didn’t go off.”

“We don’t have time for this!”

“You had a rebellious thought!” Tak declared. “When?”

“Three Urth years ago.”

“Three years?” Dib shouted, stepping up to them. “But I’ve been watching you. Why were you still trying to conquer Earth if you kinda-quit three years ago?”

“I wasn’t.”

“But I saw you building machines!” Dib argued.

“They weren’t for me!” Zim shot back.

Tak began to ask “But how-” before Zim cut her off.

“Silence!” he shouted. “Silence your questions! I need to concentrate.”

Zim continued typing on the buttons until a picture of the Earth appeared on the screen. The stats were scarce, save for the coordinates and the note, ‘that place where Zim is.’ The little blue ball of dirt and water had gone unnoticed by the empire, noteworthy only as a banishment site. To them, it was merely a place to keep Zim contained, far away from anything important. But after the stunt they pulled today, it would be a target.

Another few clicks of a button and the Urth was gone, leaving only a blank file in its wake. All Irken military ships automatically synced with the Massive. If it was gone from this data base, it was essentially invisible to all Irkens. If they wanted to find Urth again, they’d have to scour the universe for it. But why stop at Urth?

“Let’s dump it all,” Tak said.

“What?”

“Erase the database,” she said. “It’ll be a crippling blow to the empire.”

“Do we really have time to erase everything?” Dib asked. The human made a good point.

“Jut the maps then,” she suggested. “They would have to rebuild their navigation systems from scratch and it would send the fleet into disarray.”

“Zim is no radical!” Zim snapped. “I’m only doing this to cover my own ass.”

“Not a raical?” Dib scoffed. “You just poisoned your own leaders.”

“That was personal,” Zim argued. “This is political.”

“And what about those weapons you’re building?!” Dib shot back. “If they’re not for Irk, then who are they for?”

“Zim’s business deals are none of your… um… business!”

“Shut up!” Tak commanded, taking a seat at another monitor. “We don’t have time for this! Let’s get these maps erased and get out of here.”

“If you even make it that far,” a chorus of voices answered.

Dib looked around. “Who said that?”

“We did, human.”

Every Irken in the room rose to their feet. Tak prepared herself for a fight. Her eyes darted as she watched them all, poised to deploy the weapons in her PAK. But none made a move to attack. They all stood there, stalk still, with a dead look in their eyes.

Dib gaped at the sight. “H-how are you…”

“Silence Urth Creature!” the possessed Irkens shouted in unison, turning their cold eyes toward Dib. “Do not interrupt us again!” Dib shut his mouth and the Irkens calmed. “Congratulations defectives” they said, now addressing Zim and Tak. “It’s been centuries since we had to resort to total override, but mark our words, you will pay for this waste of food.”

“What do you care for waste?” Tak spat back at them. “You throw Irken lives away every day in your conquest.”

“A calculated cost to bring me more to feed from in the long term,” the Irkens explained with their eerily monotone voices. “You should know about calculated risks. Don’t forget, we see everything you do.”

“When have I ever sacrificed good soldiers?”

Every possessed Irken in the room wore the same mocking smirk. “All through your training days. Don’t you remember? We saw everything you did, every little cheat to get ahead.”

The Irkens tapped buttons on their control boards and soon, every monitor showed various scenes from Tak’s training years. “Electrodes hidden in your boots to cripple race opponents. Stealing test answers and planting them in a rival’s locker after copying them for yourself. You got top scores on your exams and excelled at your drills, but is it really victory if you have to sabotage your competitions? Oh sure, you studied and trained, but it never felt like enough, did it? Never thought you could win a fair fight. Had to tear someone else down first. Maybe, if it weren’t for all your cheating, we’d have let you make up your Elite ranking test. After all, we allowed everyone else who was inconvenienced by the blackout to take it.” Their smirks grew as they twisted the knife further. “Just not you.”

Tak ground her teeth together as she watched the images play out on the screen. There was no denying them. The monitors played footage from her own memory bank. They showed her and everyone else who she really was. She work so hard. She clawed her way to the top and did everything she could to stay there. But it was all a lie. And now they knew it. What was worse, Zim knew it. That little pain in the ass managed to make it to elite the first time, even while being a walking disaster, and he never had to deliberately cheat. The idea of him lording that over her was enough to make her blood boil.

“Perhaps you can prove everyone wrong, though,” the Irken voices went on. “Take the honest route for once in your life. Tell Zim what you learned on your little trip to Refirencee. Tell him what you suspect.”

“Fool!” Zim scoffed. “Zim already accessed Tak’s memories. I know everything she knows about the Control Brain parasite.”

“Yes, you saw the same books. But did you reach the same conclusions?”

“Guys! Don’t you see what it’s doing?” The Dib burst in. “It’s distracting you. It’s keeping you here until your leaders recover. Let’s erase those maps and get out of here!”

“Silence!” Zim snapped at Dib, then turned back to the dead-eyed Irkens. “Tell Zim what you know, creepy hive-mind…thing!”

“Have you ever wondered why you’re such a failure? Why you destroy everything you touch? Why, no matter what you do, everything always blows up in your face? It’s because you have no choice in the matter. It’s what you were made for.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Before we push for something big, we require extra sustenance. We take this sustenance in what some have called a blood toll. On our first planet, we made many mistakes, one was asking our hosts directly for sacrifices. We know better now.”

“Ans what does this have to do with me?” Zim growled impatiently.

“Since the beginning of our reign, one PAK has been passed down through generations, carrying a suppressed impulse for destruction. We need only to activate it and we have our blood toll. Clearly our PAK has become quite damaged over the years. It no longer works quite right. You’re so defective, you couldn’t even declare your name right.”

The screen flashed the name Zim across it. It then reversed the letters and spread them out to reveal an acronym. ZIM became MIZ. And MIZ became Massacre Initiator Z.

“You were supposed to live as a low-ranking drone until we activated your destructive impulse and die in the disaster. You, however, defied us at every turn. We kept you alive out of sheer curiosity. We wanted to see how your life would play out. It’s been entertaining, however, you’ve become too great a burden to bare.”

Zim stood motionless, staring straight ahead. They waited for the typical Zim outburst of “lies!” or declaring his greatness, but nothing came. His eyes looked as dead as the possessed Irkens around them. He said nothing, did nothing. As much as Tak couldn’t stand Zim’s obnoxious voice or erratic behavior, watching him be so still was chilling.

Tak’s antenna perks at the sound of footsteps trooping down the hall. The Dib’s head darted for the door. “Guy! Come on! We’re out of time!”

Tak smacked Zim’s lifeless body away from the control panel. “Do you think you can stop us by getting into our heads?”

“Oh simple Tak,” the Irkens sighed. “We've lived in your heads since you were fitted with your packs.”

Tak sneered at them. “I cut you off for me and I won't rest until every Irken is free of you.”

“Please, you worked your whole life to get our attention. You finally have it. Do you want to throw that away? Perhaps we can find a place with someone of your drive and ingenuity.”

“Liars!” Did they think she was stupid? She knew as well as it that treason of this scale would never go unpunished. Even if they tried to appease her with a higher rank or a cushy job, it’d only be a matter of time before they got rid of her. But even the fact that it was trying to negotiate meant something. She was a threat to it, and she would stay a threat until the day she died.

“We you know you, Tak. You’re a plotter. You won't do anything rash.”

They don’t know me half as well as they think. “Want a bet?” She started hitting buttons on the control board. An alert came up on the screen and the voice blared from the speakers. “All maps queued for deletion. Are you sure you want to proceed?”

She hit one more button and the screen went black. “Deletion successful.”

“Take that you parasite bitch.”

“Come on,” Dib begged, pulling on her arm. The footsteps were noticeably louder. “We have to go now!”

Tak took off running and Dib pulled on the frozen Zim until his legs moved. They burst into the hall and immediately came across a group of Irkan soldiers. “There they are!” one of the soldiers cried.

Tak led the way as they ran toward the ship’s hanger. The soldiers fired at them. A laser cannon popped out of Tak’s pack and returned fire, but it was difficult for her to aim while leading the dash to the Voot. She wished one of her companions had could back her up with a pistol but Zim was still barely conscious and Dib was preoccupied with keeping his legs moving. The sound of little metallic feet running beside them gave her an idea.

“Zim, tell me your SIR unit to go into defensive mode.

There was no response. Zim was as helpful as a sack of empty ginzor cans.

“Hey Zim’s robot,” Dib said to the little SIR unit.

Gir looked up at him curiously. “Hmm?”

“Don't you have any weapons or something?”

“Huh?”

“You know, something that makes pretty lights and goes ‘pew, pew’?”

“Oh that. I got that.” A giant laser cannon popped out of his head and he fired wildly into the soldiers behind them, forcing the Irkens to scatter for cover

Finally, they made it to the hangar and all jumped in the Voot. Zim slid zombie-like into the pilot seat.

“Come on,” Dib said, shaking Zim’s shoulder. “Get us out of here!”

“Zim!” Tak snapped. “If you don't fly this ship, I will!”

That seemed to work. Zim shook off whatever stupor he was in and his usual look of single-minded determination returned to his eyes. “No one pilots Zim’s ship but Zim!” He took hold of the controls and the ship roared to life. In a flash, they took off into the stars.

[rebeldreamtak]

Tak. We need to talk.

What about?

The human boy.

I’m aware of your feelings on his behalf.

We need to send him home. Back to Earth. He’s too much of a burden for you-

We’re not forcing him to leave. End of story.

Tak, he’s a hindrance to you and the Rebellion! He’s a Smeet, for Stars’ sake! You can’t be serious about keeping him up here!

The boy stays until he’s ready to leave! THAT is my last word on the maggvi!

See! You’re glitching out! Again! You’re so worried about this human child that your coding is breaking down!

I’m frmv!

Tak!

SHUT UP I’M URMV HGZI'H WZNMRG!

TAK!

F. Fine. I’m f- uu- fine.

Tak, you need to face facts here. The kid’s in danger and putting all of us in danger by distracting you from our goal.

Shut it. Just shut up up, I’m. I’m fine.

Tak-

Look, if it’s that big an issue to you, I’ll-.... I’ll think on it, alright?

You need to make the choices best for everyone, even if it hurts to. Sacrifices must be made.

[prehistoricalcats]

Rexy's Cats OCs Part 6: Deuteronomy's Family

Deut has a huge effing family, and I'll only be discussing the most story significant members in any sort of detail here. Even so this will probably be my longest OC bio post yet. Skip to the end for a list of Deut's siblings and a list of Deut's children

Beware: Long Post

Sandalphia

(sand-al-FEE-a) Tugger's mother, and Mac and Munk's stepmother. I can't tell you much about her without spoiling an entire story arc, but I'll try to lay out what I can

Very sweet, loving, attentive mother to both Tugger and and her stepson Munk (who is 3 when Tugger is born btw)

Doesn't get on with Mac (13 when Tugger is born) for some reason

Possibly just isn't good with teenagers??

Joined the tribe as a young adult and promptly fell for Deut

Didn't end up getting together with him until over a year after Griz left (when Munk was 3 months old)

Isn't still around, but I'm not telling why

Ummm okay yeah I think that's all I can really say atm. On to the stats!

About Jenny's age or so

Average build and just a little bit short

Smooth, very short fur

Honey-colored with black/brown rosettes and marble patterns

Hazel eyes

Nickname: Sandy

Matethon

(MAT-e-thahn) Sandy's brother. Other than basic appearance I can't tell you much more than that he exists and he comes to live with her and the family for a while

Tallish and heavy

Short fur

Cream with light brown rosettes and stripes

Blue eyes

Nickname: Mat

Meganterea

(meg-an-TARE-ree-a) Macavity's mother. Again can't tell you much without spoilers

Kind of a rebel in her own way

Not really like anti-authority just does her own thing and doesn't give a damn

Has some mental health issues, including depression, that she has difficulty dealing with

Got kicked out by her parents as a teen and was taken in by Griz's family (Griz was a young girl at the time)

The relationship with Deut didn't work out but they stayed amicable

Didn't stay with the tribe after Mac was born, but visited for the Jellicle Ball, and Deut visited them at their new home often

Eventually Mac was brought back to be raised by Deut in the tribe when he was five, but I'm not telling why

At least a decade or more older than than the older queens of the current tribe (Jenny, Jelly)

Tall and thin

Short, wiry fur

White with blotches of red and gold tabby patterns

Dark green eyes

Nickname: Meg

Balthazar

(BAL-tha-zar) One of Deut's younger brothers, his best friend, and his right hand tom once he became leader of the tribe. Died in the same event that killed Arbutus and Cety's family (see Part 2)

Kind, friendly, and jovial

Was Chief Protector until his age started effecting his performance, at which point he handed the position down to Panphagia (Taro's grandmother) who eventually handed it down to Taro (see Part 3)

Takes his job very seriously, and continued to participate in Protector business after stepping down as chief

For everything else though he's a big sweetheart

Will laugh just because

He, Deut, and Diddy (see below) used to get up to all kinds of mischief as kits and young adults

Something happened (not telling what) in their young adulthood that woke them up to the harsh realities of the world, prompting Deut to start taking his position as heir, shaman, and caretaker of the tribe more seriously, and Balth started taking his own role as a deputy Protector (at the time) more seriously

But they still had fun together whenever they could ^^

A little younger than Deut

Tall and burly

Mid-length shaggy fur

Brown with grey spots

Warm brown eyes

Nickname: Balth or Bal

Methuzelah

(meth-OO-za-lah) Deut's father. A young shaman that fell in love with the heir of the tribe (Deut's mother) when she returned home from traveling the world. He and Deut's mother had four sons together, Deuteronomy, Didymus, Balthazar, and Nimravod, and he also had an older son named Nebuchadnezzar.

Stoic and aloof

At first glance...

Actually a silly billy when you get to know him

He's just shy

Total sweetheart

Adorkable

Will pose dramatically and make funny noises just to make you laugh

Bonus points if he's doing his serious business important shaman face and the silliness just comes out of nowhere

Loves both Deut's mum and Siri (see below) with all his heart

Loves all of his children dearly

That includes his stepson, who he considers his own son he does not except constructive criticism.

Ganzo (the stepson) has always called Thuzah his father and was a little disturbed to find out he was actually his stepfather. Thuzah explained to him that it didn't matter to him what tom helped make him, Ganzo is his son no matter what

"I'm your father. I'll always be your father. We may not share the same blood, but you are my son, and I am your father. Don't let anyone tell you different"

This silly shy dork was also quite wise

Deut got it from somewhere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Really freaking old

Like mid twenties when Deut was born, so more than two decades older than Deut, who is already really freaking old

Big and tall

Like... large

Short, scruffy fur

Silver tabby

Basically he looked rather like Munk, except he was a very big boi

Big scruffy silly shy silvery boi

Dark golden brown eyes

Nickname: Thuzah (THOO-zah)

Sirindhorna

(sih-rin-DHOR-nuh) Deut's mother's lover whom she met while traveling. When Deut's mum returned to the tribe, Siri came with her, where they both ended up falling for Thuzah as well. She had two kits with Thuzah, Sasithorn and Artaxerxes.

Strong, fierce, and determined

Was a mercenary for most of her youth

Joined the tribe's Protectors after she came home with Deut's mum

Eventually became Chief Protector

Major mama bear vibes

Will utterly destroy anyone that threatens her children or her mates

And she'll make it as unpleasant as she can get away with

Loves her stepkits every bit as much as her bio kits

And Deut and the other stepkits love her like a second mother

Trained (and was particularly close to) her stepson Balth and eventually passed the position of Chief Protector to him

Actually really chill and sweet with her family

But still feisty

Has a mischievous streak

Used to love getting into trouble with Deut's mum

Also really freaking old in the current timeline (if she's even still alive)

Slightly older than Thuzah (who may also not still be alive)

Tall and lean

Soft, short fur

Colorpoint, as in creamy white with chocolate brown face, ears, tail, feet, and hands

Yeah I know she's a dessert leave me alone I was hungry when I wrote this

Deep, ocean blue eyes

Oh btw she's not just a Siamese patterned Cat, she's from actual Thailand (formerly known as Siam)

Nickname: Siri

Siblings

Deuteronomy had one older sister named Sasithorn (SASS-ih-thorn or sehs-ee-TAWN, she'll respond to either) aka "Sassy"

He also had six brothers including:

Two older brothers named Nebuchadnezzar (neb-uh-kuh-NEH-zer) aka "Neb" and Ganzorig (GAN-zor-ig) aka "Ganzo"

A twin brother named Didymus (DIH-dih-mus) aka "Diddy"

And three younger brothers named Balthazar, Artaxerxes (ahr-tak-ZERK-zees) aka "Artax" and Nimravod (NIM-rav-odd) aka "Nimra"

Neb is Thuzah's oldest son from another queen. Ganzo is oldest son of Deut's mother from another tom. Sassy is the daughter of Siri and Thuzah, and Artax is their son. Nimra is the youngest of the eight siblings, younger than Artax by several years. Neb is the oldest, followed closely by Ganzo, then Sassy. Deut and Diddy are in the middle, and then Balth came right after them.

Children

Mac, Munk, and Tugger are actually the youngest of Deut's children (that he's aware of). He's had eight children (again, that he knows of), who are in order of birth:

Jublepurria (Joo-bul-purr-ee-ah) "Juble" a daughter that left the tribe as an adult to join a tribe her lover belonged to (Deut was sorry to see her go but was thrilled to see her so happy)

A set of twins, one girl, Scansoroura (skan-sor-ROAR-ah) "Sora" or "Aurora",

and one boy, Oryctonyx (or-rick-TAW-nicks) "Rycto" whose mother raised them away from the tribe because she didn't want them to bear the burden of being the leader's heirs

Silvacola (sil-vah-KOH-lah) "Silva" a daughter who also is no longer with the tribe

Lestobrady (les-toh-bray-dee) "Lesto" a son who was one of the victims of the same event that killed Arbutus, Cety's family, and Balth

Macavity

Munkustrap

Rum Tum Tugger.

Except for the twins, they all have different mothers. After all, it is canon that Deut got around...

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Hnm? What's that?

…Why aren't I talking about Deut's mother? Hmm, well…

I'm not telling (:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[kerahlekung]

Succession Issue - best left to Dr.M and Anwar...

Succession Issue - best left to Dr.M and Anwar....

For a 72-year old man who have had a busy and, possibly, challenging day, Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim was full of zest when he made a brief appearance at the 20th anniversary of Malaysiakini in Bangsar on November 23 last.   Then again that is the consummate public relations maestro known variously to friends and foes as Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim, AI, Brother Anwar, Saudara Anwar and Pak Sheikh. When I greeted him that evening, his first response was to point out to the similarity of the shirts we were wearing.  Anwar is a sartorially conscious person and an expert at disarming opponents but may not be as good as Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad in managing enemies.

I believe that is also the reason the two man "grudgingly" acknowledge each other’s strengths and weaknesses. I am both lucky and unlucky knowing them somewhat closely for a long time – Dr Mahathir since 1964 and Anwar from 1982. But there has always been a price I have to pay. As I have stated many times before, I first came across Dr Mahathir when he came to my village in Kedah to contest his first election in 1964. My late father was an Umno divisional leader then. I met Anwar face-to-face in early 1982 when Dr Mahathir introduced him as “the newest Umno member” at the old Prime Minister’s Department in Jalan Datuk Onn, Kuala Lumpur.

Dr Mahathir was then into the first year as Prime Minister and was about to hold his maiden general elections. Anwar had just resigned as President of the Malaysian Muslim Youth Movement (ABIM) and I was then Associate Editor of the Business Times. As a journalist at Bernama and later at the New Straits Times Press (NSTP), I did not hold a positive view of Anwar. When I joined the National News Agency as a cadet reporter in 1969, Anwar was rebel-rousing at the University of Malaya. It was natural of us in the mainstream media to portray him as a sort of enemy-of-the-state for his political activities. This led to his arrest by the government of late Tun Abdul Razak Hussein in 1974 under the Internal Security Act (ISA) for his role in the Baling rubber smallholders protest. He was detained for 22 months. So, at the press conference that followed, I asked him to prove his membership of Umno by citing his membership number. Every Umno member has a number. Before he could answer, Dr Mahathir stepped in to say something to the effect that “like you” (referring to me), in Umno if the parents were members, the children too were considered members. Anwar’s late father, Datuk Ibrahim Abdul Rahman, was a senior Umno leader in Penang who once held the post of Parliamentary Secretary.

Challenging 16 Years Under Dr Mahathir’s tutelage and protection, Anwar rose quickly to become Umno Deputy President and Deputy Prime Minister in 1993 and his anointed successor. I described him as the crown prince of Umno. For me personally, it was a “challenging” 16 years (1982-1998), partly because I did not always agree with Anwar’s way of doing things and his aggressive empire-building. Still I believed that there should be a limit to demonising him in the media following his 1998 sacking from Umno and the government, and his subsequent imprisonment for abuse of power and sodomy. The latter conviction was overturned in 2004. I thought he had suffered enough and, furthermore, he thrived on publicity. The more he was condemned in the media the more his supporters would rally around him. I wasn’t altogether wrong. Although the Barisan Nasional (BN) succeeded in retaining a two-third majority in the 1999 General Election, the opposition did well and Anwar’s Reformasi lived on. That was principally the reason why I resigned as the Group Editor-in-Chief of the NSTP in 2000. I disagreed with the view that the media should continue to demonise him and actions be taken against his alleged supporters in the media.

Birth of Pakatan Harapan Fast forward to the kleptocratic era of Datuk Seri Mohd Najib Abdul Razak – almost 20 years after Anwar’s sacking from Umno and the Cabinet - I mentioned to Dr Mahathir that the consensus among the oppositions on the upcoming General Election might not be achieved unless he and Anwar met face-to-face. I said, in all those years that he and Anwar were a team, most things were directly decided and done between the two of them. At least that was my impression in dealing with them in those 16 years. By the same token, it’s best to leave the issue of the handover of power to the two of them. Interference could jeopardise the agreed transition. And if Anwar had learned anything from the past, I believe he should rein in his impatient supporters. After some hesitation and difficulty, they met in the courtroom of the Kuala Lumpur Court Complex on 10 February 2017 where Anwar was attending a defamation trial against Utusan Malaysia and TV3. They had an earlier meeting also at the Kuala Lumpur High Court when Dr Mahathir turned up to give support to Anwar in his challenge against the National Security Council Act. That 2017 meeting sealed the understanding that culminated in the Parti Pribumi Bersatu Malaysia (Bersatu) joining the Pakatan Harapan (PH). Other meetings followed which saw Dr Mahathir being appointed PH Chairman.

At the PH Convention on January 7, 2018 in Shah Alam, Dr Mahathir was announced the candidate for Prime Minister, Datuk Seri Dr Wan Azizah Wan Ismail as the Deputy Prime Minister and that a royal pardon would be sought for Anwar as soon as the PH formed the government. All the above had been fulfilled leaving only the transfer of power to Anwar for which no date was stated in the January 7 declaration. This was confirmed as recently as on July 13 by the Parti Keadilan Rakyat (PKR) Secretary-General, Datuk Saifuddin Nasution Ismail, who is a staunch supporter of Anwar but had worked closely with Dr Mahathir during the critical days of consensus building. With the Dr Mahathir finally deciding to reshuffle the Cabinet following the shock defeat at the Tanjong Piai Parliamentary by-election on November 16, it’s timely to examine Anwar’s role. The Cabinet reshuffle is sorely needed not only because the PH ratings are falling but also because several ministers are clearly not performing. The Prime Minister could bring Anwar into the Cabinet as a special function minister although the latter had said, jokingly, that he wasn’t applying for a Cabinet job. This was response to Dr Mahathir’s statement that he wasn’t sure if Anwar would be joining the Cabinet. We could do well to reduce politicking and concentrate on running the country. A.Kadir Jasin

My take on Chin Peng's ashes...

First and foremost, I like to tell those politicians that are shouting with crocodile tears about how the armed forces personnel are feeling about the Chin Peng’s ashes being brought back into the country to stop your drama. Did you even raised a finger to fight against the CT, well I did. Let me just said, A Country Is Built On Its History. Having said that, Chin Peng is part of our history, he may not be a pleasant part of our history by nevertheless he is a part of it. Just like all the screwed up politicians we have had and will be having. The Japanese Occupation, Communist Terrorists (CT), the insurgence, Bukit Kepong, May 13, the Memali, BMF, 1MDB etc are all part of our history. History is made up not only of glorified achievements and happy endings but it includes the tragedies and the unpleasant incidents. We cannot change history or rewrite it. We should embrace our history as it is the foundation for our future by not repeating the tragedy and unpleasant incident. Unless we own our history we will never move forward. This is exactly what is happening to our politicians, they don’t want to own our history and we kept repeating the mistakes like BMF and 1MDB, May 13 and racial polarization and many others. So Chin Peng killed others in the course of fighting for his belief. Did not the Japanese do the same? Then how come we are able to accept the Japanese’s killings but not Chin Peng’s? We not only accept the Japanese’s killing, we in fact crave and adore them and their products. We welcome them under our MM2H programs. We welcome their money. I fought against the CT. My platoon shot and killed 3 of them in Kanowit, Sarawak. In Gubir, Kedah I lost a few men to them. The thing is, I never hold it against them, the CTs especially not Chin Peng. In fact in a way I respected them for fighting for their beliefs. It was more than what we have done – fighting for salary…a job. As for the threat of CT revival, I guess this is a good opportunity for the police (SB) to use his grave or dump site as a honey comb. Monitor the bees that visit it, document them, monitor their activities and see if there is a movement to revive communism. So, to the politicians stop all these bullshits. Let’s own our history and built a great nation based on it. Written without fear of favor. - Rozlan Mohd Noor,

Hello!kartel hanya ada satu kongres nasional PKR...

Baca kenyataan Zailah ngan MP Dungun, Tujuan depa undi menolak Peruntukan belanjawan kebajikan Sebab nak bagi peringatan kepada Pemimpin PH yang Ponteng.. Dia punya pusing... Kalahkan Sammy Vellu..Depa sedar tak apa depa cakap ? Yang hadir dan mengundi dalam dewan rakyat hari itu menolak Bajet Kementerian Wanita dan Kebajikan Masyarakat tu Ali Parlimen PAS cuma 3 orang.. Keseluruhan ahli Parlimen PAS ada 18 orang.. 3 dari 18 tu cuma khadiran 20% dari keeseluruhan MP PAS, Sedangkan Kalau dalil tu digunakan 80% MP PAS itu sebenarnya ponteng.. Haji Hadi, Nik Abduh dan Ulama PAS pun semua Ponteng.. Kalau MP PAS sendiri 80% Ahli Parlimen dia tak hadir dewan Rakyat.. ada hati nak bagi peringatan pada MP PH yang Ponteng, Aku tak kira lah.. Sapa pun Ponteng kita tak setuju, Tapi dari kes ni nak tunjukkan Busuknya hati Ahli parlimen PAS.. MP PAS boleh saja berkecuali seperti zaman PH jadi Pembangkang dulu, Tapi Walak MP PAS pada UMNO dan MCA tidak bertebing.. dan Allah aturkan tepat Ahli Parlimen PAS yg terlibat dikalangan Wanita Sendiri si Zailah menolak Peruntukan dan bajet untuk orang miskin ,Ibu Tunggal dan OKU... Sepatutnya depa lah jadi tulang belakang bagi kementerian wanita, tapi depa Tolak...dan Allah aturkan Banjir besar dikawasan Parlimen 2 MP tu sekarang.. apakah depa perlukan bantuan ?  - Ipohmali

Tiada was2 PAS ni dah tak boleh pakai...

Sebabnya: 1. Pendirian yg tdk konsisten dan selalu berubah utk kepentingan mereka 2. Berpaling dari membela yg haq, memerangi yg batil. Cth boleh bersama Umno menolak bajet OKU dan fakir miskin kerana politik. 3. Pemimpin2 Pas dah berapa ramai kalah saman fitnah dan terpaksa minta maaf. 4. Telah dikesan acap kali berbohong dan bertindak bodoh spt berpuas hati dgn laporan audit 1mdb yg kita dah tahu dari awal ada penipuan. 5. Pas sudah nyata meninggalkan amar makruf nahi mungkar cthnya meninggalkan ayat walaa tarkanu yg tdk membenarkan org beriman bersama golongan zalim...kini, mrk dah tak berani baca dlm ceramah. 6. Pas makin jadi Umno...cth nyata bila tak boleh bawa hujah puak Pas hr ini akan ratib Dap sama mcm Umno...Pas dah jadi parti asobiyyah mcm Umno! Pas sudah tiada integriti dan hilang arah perjuangan Islam! - Mohd Yusof Fikrah PAS, bab politik mereka pakai borong, tapi bab agama mereka pilih-pilih ayat Qur'an atau Hadis yang sesuai dengan nafsu mereka saja. Kalau sokong BN, mereka akan sokong apa saja yang BN buat walau seburuk-buruk perkara dan bercanggah dengan Islam... Bila tolak PH, mereka akan tolak apa saja yang yang PH buat walaupun kebaikan untuk membantu petani, kebajikan untuk OKU dan perkara yang dimuliakan oleh Islam. - f/bk

Amaran banjir di negeri Pak Lebai...

cheers. Sumber asal: Succession Issue - best left to Dr.M and Anwar... Baca selebihnya di Succession Issue - best left to Dr.M and Anwar...

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Karnataka: Shivakumar Not Let Into Mumbai Hotel; Rebel MLAs Move SC Against Speaker

Karnataka LIVE: In a new twist to the Karnataka drama, rebel Congress-JD(S) MLAs moved the Supreme Court today against the Speaker, alleging that he has failed in his “constitutional duty” by not accepting their resignations. Earlier, Congress leader DK Shivakumar, who reached Mumbai in the morning to meet the rebels, was forced to return from the hotel by the police after he was greeted with ‘go back’ slogans. Shivakumar said, “Nothing is permanent in politics. They're no friends and no enemies. Anyone can turn at any moment. I’m trying to contact them (rebel MLAs).I'll get a call. Their heart is beating to meet their friend.”

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Can I get a basic run down of each of your au’s? It’s really hard to keep track and I wanna understand what people are talking about

*cracks knuckles* Alright, let’s do this. I’ll probably just link this in my sidebar at this point, because these are getting built up pretty rapidfire and if you aren’t on tumblr as much as I am you’re pretty liable to miss something.

Now with tag links, going chronologically so you can catch up if you want to! Some of them have a lot of posts, though, just as a warning.

-Time AU: The original. Twix is accidentally sent back in time- why is still a bit fuzzy but I think it involves the Voot malfunctioning when a time machine is installed. She runs into Dib when rummaging around in the basement lab in his house for parts, and lets it slip that she’s his daughter from the future. Her skin is just not-green enough to slip past his radar, and a DNA text confirms that she is in fact related to him, but her lips are sealed about who her other parent is. 

She needs to break into Zim’s base to get the necessary tools to finish fixing the Voot to go back home, and Dib assumes she wants to expose Zim like she does, so she has to keep on his good side to get what she needs. It’s weird to say the least, seeing her parents fighting and Dib as a kid- especially since Zim looks basically the same.

After she finally fixes the Voot, it starts jumping through alternate dimensions before she finally makes it home, and she meets several alternate versions of herself. 

The tag needs to be cleaned up on this one- it was the first au and has scattered posts of the others still in it but it’s going to take a while to edit down to the individual ones, fair warning.

-Tallest AU: Zim is “co-Tallest” with Tak, and Dib is a rebel fighter trying to take down the empire- sort of a bounty hunter on the side too. Twix is created during a fight when Zim tries to rip Dib’s throat out with his teeth, as you do. Zim is yanked out of public view while pregnant- can’t let the Empire know one of the Tallests has a defect that allows him to reproduce naturally. When he comes back, Twix is declared an experiment of his to create an heir with alien DNA to help her be taller, stronger, and more resilient. She’s kind of a spoiled brat in this one, and has absolutely no idea who Dib is. 

When she’s about 12, Dib as a bounty hunter was enlisted to kidnap her in an attempt to rile up Zim and get rid of his heir in one fell swoops, having no idea that she’s his daughter. Eventually, that’s discovered, and she slowly learns what life is like for everyone who isn’t her, while Dib learns to be a parent and care for her instead of having to just rely on himself all the time. Things are pretty tense at first, though.

Eventually, after Zim gets her back, she’s injured during a fight and Zim and Dib make a reluctant truce while she heals, eventually becoming sort of ‘rivals with benefits’- Zim won’t kill him if he’s captured, and Dib won’t take headshots. Dib also gets a collar so he can walk around the Massive without somebody sniping his head off, although he’s very grumpy about this.

Eventually, Dib manages to convince Zim that he’s nothing more than a mascot for the empire, there to blow shit up to show their power. (Tak is the real leader, Zim doesn’t really have the power he thinks he does, and Tak was brought in as co-Tallest to do most of the real ruling and give an air of competence, with the Control Brains doing the rest.) This takes ages, and involves Zim being so deep in denial he literally shoots Dib in the leg to get him to shut up, but it needles at him until he accepts it. Needless to say, pisses him off. They run off together, something Tak’s actually pretty happy about because she figures he’ll just die without the protection being a Tallest gives him. Twix comes with them, and start causing problems for the Empire wherever they can.

Dib gets a robot arm at one point, we haven’t 100% decided on how, and they end up having a second kid, a boy named Kit. (Kit Kat. Thank the discord for that one.)

-WLOD AU: Based on the alternate future in Dib’s Wonderful Life of Doom. Dib is the villain in this one- Twix was made when Zim attempted to escape captivity and bit Dib in the process. She’s kind of a nervous, timid wreck, and Zim is incredibly protective of her. She doesn’t see the world outside of the lab until main!Twix stumbles across this world and helps break her and Zim out, bringing them to her reality and asking Membrane to help her ‘cousins’. They end up settled somewhere else. (She ends up good friends with Moth!Twix.)

The running joke with this one is if the other Dibs meet this guy they just beat the crap out of him.

When Twix eventually dies of health complications from being experimented on, Zim pretty much snaps. He goes back to his home dimension and burns down everything even remotely related to Earth and Dib and ends up conquering the Empire, his grief giving him laser focus and allowing him to work past his defects. He goes on pretty much on a multi-decade rampage, twice as ruthless as anyone else and blowing up planets with ease. One day, though, while he’s with the ground troops he sees a scared child who was orphaned by his attacks and sort of snaps back to himself. He ends up adopting them, and several others in an attempt to atone for himself. He trains them up, fully expecting one of them to end up killing him when they find out he was the one that orphaned them, but when they find out about Twix they tend to just leave over killing him.

He ends up dying near her grave of illness/old age.

-Human AU: This one’s gotten revamped. The old one is after the line, to explain the old fanart in that tag. (I… never really liked this one as much as the others because it didn’t feel Zim-like to me and Dib was barely a presence- and he was barely himself too.)

Honestly this one is still a bit of a joke, but Zim’s got a more mad-scientist edge to him, primarily with strange toys, furbies in particular. He makes lots of them and their house is overrun- Twix has no idea it isn’t normal. He enjoys making people squirm with his creations and ends up having a bit of a rivalry with Swap Zim.

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Old version: Zim and Dib were both sort of academic rivals at school, but ended up paired together for a science pair project and became friends. They’re roommates at college and begin dating, and Twix just comes from a regular old broken condom, oops. Zim was kind of a party animal but cuts back for her sake. His water actually breaks during an important exam but he insists on finishing it, despite Dib’s blood pressure going up about 500%. Zim’s a Bio major, I haven’t really settled on Dib yet. Zim ends up working at Membrane Labs, though. 

Zim’s also a big fan of musical theater, and gets roped into subbing in as Billy Flynn on the campus production of Chicago while four months pregnant. Gir is his younger brother and currently in high school.

-Irken AU: This one’s set a bit earlier in the timeline, when Zim was still working at the labs for military research. (See the canceled episode The Trial.) He met Dib there, and at one point they ended up locked in for a whole weekend on accident. At one point they got into a fight, one thing led to another, and Zim ended up pregnant. He only found out when he started getting sick and went to the hospital. The problem? That’s a defect that hasn’t happened in a long time- he’s whisked to the Control Brains, labeled defective in both mind and body, and sent off to Foodcourtia so no one has to deal with him.

When Dib finds out, he steals a ship and goes to rescue him. Zim is completely miserable, exhausted, overworked, and all around pissed this is happening. He lashes out at Dib for doing this to him before completely collapsing since his body hasn’t gotten a chance to rest in too long, and his instincts tell him that Dib is safe because he’s the other parent. Gir is a malfunctioning food service drone that snuck aboard the ship. They have to figure out what’s going on because this kind of thing hasn’t happened in centuries.

Dib was initially only interested in studying Zim because of the rarity of natural-born smeets, but as time goes on they end up getting closer, especially because Zim gets clingy as time goes on. There are two endings to this one- either they keep wandering around space, or they end up on Earth since it’s uncharted and no one will bug them there. Twix comes from an egg and has three siblings (possibly more) in this one!

-Pilot AU: Related to the Time AU- while jumping around, she gets stuck in the pilot universe. She very much doesn’t like it, especially since Dib starts stalking her instead. When he finds out she’s his daughter, he gets even more obsessive about how and why she came back, and she has to escape him to keep going home.

-Adoption AU: This is the angstfest one kicked off by a particular anon- Zim has a miscarriage, but at some point afterwards when Twix is jumping through the multiverse, she runs into them. After realizing what happened, she finds a version of herself that lost both of her parents and brings her to meet the ones that never had her, and they’re all happy.

-Zimvoid AU: Twix lands in the Zimvoid from the few most recent comics. Not a lot of plot to this one, it’s just fun to imagine. The Zims meeting after Twix is born is under PZA Au, and the Dibs meeting is ‘Meet me in the dibpit’ which is the best tag out of all of these lmao

-Species Swap AU: Dib is, similar to in the irken au, there to study local flora and find uses for them. Gaz is the invader, sent here for her catastrophic body count on every other mission she’s had. She finds out Earth has good games and is just ‘eh, whatever’ and basically puts the mission on hold, letting Dib start stalking the one human that truly interests him- Zim. He’s almost irken-like, and clearly incredibly intelligent- and destructive!

I made a whole plot explanation for this one here.

Dib is actually the one to have her in this au. It’s also a running joke and I’m heavily considering making it canon that this Zim is the one that actually succeeds in taking over the world.

-Mothman AU: Dib is an actual mothman, and so is his family. Variation on this one: One has irken Zim, one has human Zim. Other Dibs find this version of Dib hot. Twix is raised in the woods and her only real friends are her parents, Gir, and Tulip. (Keef’s adopted daughter.)

In the irken au, Zim is actually accepted relatively fast by Membrane who thinks he’s just a strange, stunted moth. After having Twix he ends up growing wings and neck fluff because mothmen are actually a very distant cousin of irkens that diverged millions of years ago, and carrying Dib’s kid kickstarted the process. He also dies for like two minutes because giving birth to an egg a third of your size really sucks. (He’s fine, once Dib got him to the recharging chamber he woke back up when his Pak reactivated him, he was just really low on charge after a birth lasting like two days.)

In the human au, he’s not so lucky- Dib has to keep his relationship a secret, and Membrane only finds out when he sees Zim, already pregnant. Dib gets into a big fight with him because humans killed his mom and Membrane is pissed he’d get into a relationship with one. Things do end up working out eventually, once Twix is born Membrane is fascinated by her, but tensions are still pretty high for a while. Earlier in this version, Zim actually found out he was pregnant when he gets accidentally shot by someone who was aiming at Dib and had to go to the hospital and they took a pregnancy test before doing the x-ray. (In all aus where Zim is human, including swap, he’s a trans guy, and this one is set in the 1970′s/80′s. He ran away to live in the woods for a reason.)

-SU AU: Steven Universe AU! This one’s covering most of the plot of Steven Universe up to this point, so it got long. Link here. (For the aesthetic, think more Gravity Falls and late over early SU: Deep woods and dark colors.)

-Capture AU: A sort of flip of the WLOD au. Zim wins and keeps Dib prisoner, although he enjoys riling him up so Dib is much more of a firecracker than WLOD Zim is. Zim gets the itching feeling he’s missing something and uses a blood sample from Dib to get himself pregnant, but he realizes he can’t raise the kid alone without killing her (and plays it off as making Dib help with something he’s made it clear he hates) so he lets Dib out but on a very tight leash. This one is definitely on the darker end.

-Scandal AU: Zim is Tallest, Dib is an irken scientist. They ‘grew up’ together but Zim shot up and forgot about Dib because- well, his memory’s canonically pretty garbage and besides he often misremembers things anyway. Dib is hauled in front of him for causing problems at the labs like letting the specimens free because he hates his coworkers, and they just kept shoving him at successively more important people because he managed to keep slipping away before being fully punished and it ends up getting all the way to the Tallest.

Dib gets pissy at Zim because he’s expecting to get thrown out the airlock or whatever, before realizing just how terrible of an idea that is and that Zim could do something a lot worse. Mostly he’s just mad that Zim left him behind, but Zim, who only has faint inklings of Dib being familiar, decides to keep him around on basically a whim.

Things evolve from there, with Zim doting over his new ‘toy’ who treats him like an equal (which he didn’t realize he wanted, because duh, he’s the Tallest, why would he want to be anything other than shallowly worshipped?) while Dib has to walk the VERY careful tightrope of staying alive by not pissing Zim off while also not rolling over completely and betraying himself. (And that might lose Zim’s interest as well.) Things get even messier when oops, there’s eggs now.

-Treasure Planet AU: What it says on the tin, an au based off the movie Treasure Planet! Plot summary here, AU mostly belongs to @64bit-trash and @yeehawimscared.

-Dibbrane AU: Dib turns out to be a much better clone of his father and doesn’t realize that Zim is an alien. Zim ends up getting attatched to him because he takes him seriously as a fellow scientist and genuinely enjoys his company, and eventually they get married- all without Dib finding out what he really is. Twix ends up more like show-Dib, determined to prove to the world that there’s a world hidden underneath their own, and Zim ends up her ‘alien rival’ in order to train her. She doesn’t realize she’s half-alien… yet. Fuller synopsis here.

-Amnesia AU: Zim was a personal pet project of Tallest Miyuki’s, and treated him as a son, planning to raise him to succeed her, taking down the heightarchy in the process. She ends up assassinated by Red and Purple in an attempt to get enough power to laze around for the rest of their lives, and Zim is blamed for it. A lot of irkens are bitter and jealous for the attention he got, especially for someone so short, so it’s easy enough to do. 

While imprisoned, he tore up his Pak in an attempt to get rid of the grief and trauma of seeing his mother dead and ended up more defective, having mostly forgotten who he was before. The timeline ‘syncs up’ with iz show canon. He crashes OID2 and gets sent to Earth, and over the years enters a relationship with Dib and gets pregnant. When that’s discovered, he gets pulled back and his memory is wiped again, and when the baby is born, she’s taken away to see if they can shape her into a soldier.

Zim is used for more tests and Skoodge tries to help him, and ‘Brid’ is shuffled between career tracts before being sent out with the soldiers while still 11- practically a smeet. She meets Dib, who’s been looking for both Zim and his lost child. She promises to take him to Zim, but is going to try and bring him as a new species of alien to her superiors to get brownie points because she’s treated kind of like shit by the other trainees for being such a freak. (She always wears a helmet to cover her nose and hair.)

Eventually their paths cross as they get arrested and thrown into a cell near Zim’s, but Zim doesn’t realize he’s even got a daughter, much less this one, so there’s a while to figure things out.

All this time, Miyuki uploaded herself before her death into a side control brain that only Skoodge knows, and they stumble across her, and she helps fill in the gaps.

Aaaaaand I’ll go back and add more to this post if we get more, if I forgot one feel free to tell me.

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ohhh man i got to the REALLY engaging part of the book and just tore through a huge chunk, and there’s just... too many scenes and things for me to even sketch... anyway so arial kind of became a rebel leader, among a few others, and while he just wanted to talk to the king, there ended up being a revolt and a lil storming of the castle. y’know. so arial gets imprisoned, identifies as one of the people responsible for the whole debacle, and he is pretty much given a death sentence... 

and he asks for mercy. he asks the king for mercy. and when the king asks, “would you grant it if you were me?” he answers, “hardly.”. HARDLY!!! and when the king asks why he wouldn’t, he goes on a long statement about the nature of mercy and how it will probably turn into worse things later on. “Good,” the king said, drily. “You are doing an incredibly job of convincing me why I shouldn’t grant you your plea, which makes me curious about how you’ll answer my last question: why should I show you mercy?” “I... Don’t know. I don’t think it’s right to say anyone has to show mercy. I’m asking for mercy - not becaue I have any good arguments or guarantees that it is the right choice - but because I do not wish to die. I wish I had done something... happier with my life. I wish to somehow make up for the damage I have done to others’ lives. But first and foremost I want to avoid death. I am scared. Terrified. I ask for mercy.” ARIAL !!! WHY!! ARE yOU LIKE THiS pretty much every time anyone recaps what he says, he indicates they should probably cut out his tongue before he causes further damage to himself. what happens is that they don’t remove his death sentence - they only postpone it. he gets a month, and at the end of each month the council will decide whether he’ll be allowed to postpone it another month. why? because of his talking powers? because of his ridiculous honesty? both? either way he works at the castle now. that’s when the paper planes happen - he’s under some pressure, to put it mildly. at some point they use him to contact the Net, despite the fact that when he broke from it, he promised never to return. buuut it’s not really something he can avoid, with the other option being death, and hoo boy this boy does NOT want to die. so we meet Tak/Grip again, and it doesn’t go too badly actually. there’s actually this extremely touching statement: “Did I mention I was close to killing Arial myself?” Grip said conversationally. “I’m honestly glad it didn’t come to that. He chose to break with the Net, and whatever happens at the castle is not my business, but if you do actually execute Arial, our deal’s off. That’s the only way it can be.”