Defective.
It's a word to describe the flaws in the Irken Empire's seemingly perfect system.
The goal of the Irken Empire is just one thing: Control. That includes, control of its people, control of the universe. They strive to become the dominant force everywhere and will do anything to get what they want. The Empire is like a parasite, one that will kill anything that opposes it so they can devour everything it touches.
Irkens who don't kowtow to the will of the mighty Control Brains are seen as defective. Irkens who don't fit the mold of what they're programmed to be are called defective. Irkens who don't agree with anything the Empire does are automatically defective.
Defectives are rare, yet they can do so much damage to the Irken Empire.
I know of one defective. One that was hatched somewhere between myself and the current Tallests, he never fit the mold and went on to be a destructive force that was eventually exiled from the Empire itself when he became too dangerous. However, this story isn't about him. He has his own story.
This story is about me. An Irken who was given everything and traded it all for nothing. An Irken whose beliefs made him an instant target and later on became a leading threat to the Empire itself just by existing. An Irken who fought tooth and nail to give a safe haven to those who were slighted by his own people.
I am Domino, the third in line to be Tallest, an Irken that grew up knowing that something was very wrong with the system that was called my Empire.
I am a defect.