Preface
I do not own Invader Zim, or any of the characters, planets, etc. that were created by the one and only Jhonen Vasquez.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION:
PRIORITY TRANSFER REQUESTED…
FROM SUBJECT(S): Invader Zim
FROM: Earth
MISSION REPORT MESSAGE…
TO SUBJECT(S): Tallest Wrath, Tallest Sloth
TO: Massive
PRIORITY TRANSFER GRANTED…
PLEASE WAIT…
MESSAGE LOADED /
The Irken in front of the screen sighed as he laid back, wondering what the message was about. The female Irken next to him shifted in her plain grey tallests uniform and yawned. "Zim again?", She asked.
Tallest Wrath growled as he replied, "Yeah. This is getting redundant and annoying. If he hasn't caught him this time, I figure he isn't worth the trouble.".
Tallest Sloth nodded silently as she pressed the play button. The screen flickered light into the cold, dark bridge of the Massive as the message began: Zim straightened up as he began the recording. "Invader Zim, Reporting, sirs. I have followed the Dib-human to Irk, and I am about to begin my AMAZING PLAN to capture him. You will not be disappointed, my Tallests! Invader Zim, signing out.".
When the message ended, Wraths antennae twitched as he began to glare at the screen, his scarred face contorting. The tallest next to him got up swiftly despite her laziness and got ready as he breathed in so he could start his tirade. Wrath slammed his two fingered fist into the metal table and yelled in rage, "That's it?! That's the priority mission report? You found Dib and you're about to capture him? You could've spent the time you used to make the transmission to actually capture him! At this rate, Dib will screw up all that we are trying to achieve! If it wasn't for those morons Red and Purple, we wouldn't have Operation Impending Doom II, but Dib would be able to ruin it all if he somehow united our enemies! I knew I should've sent Black Ops after Dib instead of that incompetent!".
The Tallest yelled in fury at the deep purple ceiling as Sloth hovered to his side. "Don't worry that much. We still have military installations all across local and deep space. We should still conquer all of the known universe." She said as she patted her comrades battle-worn shoulder piece.
Wraths eyes widened slightly as he turned to her, "Wow. I think that was the most you've ever said around me at one time.".
Sloth shook her head wryly as a much shorter Irken advisor walked in. The advisor was by far untouched by war: His left eye was replaced by a cybernetic one, and above that eye was a brain tube. His pale green face had more scars and wrinkles than Wrath, and the tails of his dress shirt were torn and burnt. He spoke with a low rasp as he gave the report, " Sirs, the Armada is in range and ready for Orbital Bombardment.".
Wrath grinned cruelly and spoke with vigor, "Good. Now, begin the Orbital Sweep, and begin sending in Black Ops and Elite soldiers.".
The advisor bowed low and proceeded out to the command bridge. The corridors in the Massive were long and unfeeling, with sections of exposed wiring and piping along the walls and ceiling, as is Irken architecture. As he passed the guards outside the command bridge, he announced the Tallest's orders to the pilots and other officers. "We are to begin the Orbital Bombardment of the planet, as well as begin the landfall of the Irken Elite and the Irken Black Operations. Proceed.".
The advisor folded his hands behind him as the pilots began entering the coordinates of the planet into the ships firing controls. The communications officer began sending the advisors announcement to the other ships in the armada.
The Preface. You might not completely understand the story so far yet, but the next chapters start the line of events leading up to this point.