Novel & Cerita Invader Zim Voot Cruiser

Yi Ru Wan crossed her arms and watched the scene with an entertained smirk. 'Hmph! Just an ugly cripple. You think you're qualified to stand by my Brother Tian's side?' If it weren't for the crowds deafening roar, she would've shouted for the wench to feel shame and go die in a rathole. The hovership, silver in color with a shark-like sharp front, descended to the ground and silently powered off. Its top and sides slid back, revealing the two figures sitting side-by-side. Similar in style to the ships before the Great War, the only difference was its ability to travel both underwater and above the clouds.

The shuttle bucked, throwing me against the straps. "Shields are non-existent!" Wolfy shouted. His face was slick with sweat. "This is a cargo hauler, not a fighter! I cannot outrun them!" "Viggo, the turret!" Barzil ordered. "Broken!" Viggo yelled back. He looked at the rusted gun mount. It was a jagged piece of seized metal. "It's seized!" We were a floating target. My pulse was a frantic drumming in my ears. I leaned forward against the straps, the grey fog of the Null-Serum still making my head swim. Adrenaline burned through the chemical haze like acid.

“What does Zoe –” “I’m a very organized person.” Viper raised his voice and talked over Wolf. “And I knew that Crusher getting involved with that absolute asshole Guardian Michael in his vendetta against you would end badly for him. I couldn’t predict how Crusher would bow out, but I had a very strong feeling that he would, strong enough that I rolled the dice and cashed in one big chip that I’d been holding on to. Though, to be honest, I thought that you or one of your boys would end my dear ex-President. I never saw him being killed by his old high school buddy. I do admit that was a surprise.”

Some snapped and tore through their scales painfully, though that was the last of their worries. The mangled cruiser landed with a heavy WHUMP at the very bottom which shook the terrain for kilometers all around. Every chitin plate shattered into pieces on impact, and flew in numerous directions. At the same time, its exoframe bent and collapsed and warped severely. The cruiser rolled slightly, then settled down on its topside. It never rose again. Inside, the broken bodies of hundreds of drogar littered its rooms and passageways. Their blood intermingled with the cruiser’s shattered fluid circuits, then spilled out through the cracks and into the dirt beneath.

It is a representation of the transience of wealth; handsome with caramel skin, thin masculine sideburns, and light brown hawk eyes that always looked down on creatures other than the bay wolf dynasty. "Prince Zalim," a vizier entered, bowing deeply. "Our air radar detected a giant fleet from the West. They... are not slowing down." Zalim grinned arrogantly. "Is our Miss Vanguard coming with a full military convoy? Let her plane land. As soon as her shoes touch the sand of my palace, order the troops to disarm all her guards. I want to subdue her big ego this very night, and make sure she is naked in my bed in the morning."

Silas’s voice was a roar as he threw himself across the cabin, pinning me against the seat with the strength of his obsidian frame. The crawler hit the slanted wreckage of the bridge with a bone-jarring impact. We didn't plummet into the grey sludge of the Pacific—not yet. The vehicle caught on a jagged outcropping of rebar, swaying precariously over the churning, toxic foam below. Outside, the world was a kaleidoscope of violence. The Harvester-Colossus was swatting at Jax’s Aero-Skiffs like a giant fighting off silver hornets, while the Director hovered above us, her golden armor shimmering with a cold, predatory light.

I sat in the center of the room, my hands resting on the cool stone of the command table, the Platinum veins on my arms were glowing with a steady, low-frequency hum, I didn't feel like a woman anymore, I felt like a component of the city’s nervous system. "We can't wait for them to decide our fate," I said, my voice echoing with a dual-toned resonance, "If we stay on the ground, we’re just targets in a bottle, we need to see what’s inside those hulls." "The Zenith hasn't launched a craft in three centuries," Jaxon interjected from the communications array, "the old 'Sky-Chariots' are museum pieces, Vesper, they were built for atmospheric travel, not the Deep Void."

They had spent their lives bullying starving scavengers; they had never gone to war with the Ministry of Information. Torque stopped ten feet from Ren. The cyborg raised his massive hydraulic claw and pointed it at the burning wreckage outside the walls. "You know what that is?" Torque growled, his voice box crackling with static. "It's a Vulture-class stealth bomber," Ren replied, his voice calm, entirely devoid of the fear the gang leader was used to seeing. "It costs roughly forty million credits to manufacture. It carries a payload capable of vaporizing this entire city block."

The lift came to a standstill at the 250th floor with a ding. They came out of the lift and walked to a section labeled ‘Restricted Access.’ Their footsteps resonated in the empty passage. They came to a halt in front of a massive glass wall. A beam of laser scanned them; then, they placed their palms on a section of the wall for fingerprint scanning. The glass wall slid to one side when they finally inserted both their ID’s. Vivian sucked in her breath when she saw the sleek spaceship. It was shaped like a boomerang, about 12 meters broad. It was made of vandalt, the darkest metal which could camouflage very well in the space once the spaceship was put on stealth mode.

Zuri watched the transformation, a look of profound, artistic satisfaction on her face. She loved this part. She loved taking the fragile, human spirit and breaking it into a mindless weapon. "He is a strong one," Zuri noted, stepping back and casually wiping a speck of violet sludge from her leather cuff. "Put him in the drop-chute tonight. Send him down to the jungle. The Vanguard needs target practice this week to keep their morale high." "Yes, Captain," the Warden nodded. Zuri turned her back on the howling, newly forged monster, walking slowly back down the aisle of terrified, cowering men.