It was 50 long terrible years ago. The day I was born. The pain is something I can tell you that you'll never forget no many how many days tick by. And in most of those 50 years no one alive knows I exhist. I live in a small room only let out when my assistance is required. Compared to every other Irken on this stupid planet I'm probably the smartest one as well. It's a pity really.

You see, it was those 50 years ago that Opperation Impending Doom 1 began and one lone idiot ruined my life forever. It was then that one of our own idiotic invaders landed back on our home planet and destroyed everything in sight.

Along with homes and buildings mutalated a more vital part was wiped out that many grieved over, our birthing chambers. All of those defenseless smeets were crushed before given there first breath of life. It was a shame really, but fate being as odd as it always is spared one, and only one.

Our Tallest's were atleast smart enough to know that from this devastating attack from an irken of their own that we had become weakened and open to attack from enemy planets. When presented with the only smeet left and the blueprints for a new expirement they hastely agreed while they also planned on repairing.

My name is Zun, I am 50 years old and was born to destroy. I was the last smeet alive and the one they expiremented on. I was given weapons of the most advanced quality and skills that could make anything tremble in fear. The only thing I wasn't given thanks to horrible genes was my height. In a society were height is everything I would be looked down upon by mostly everyone despite the fact that I could snap their neck quicker than they could blink.

In my first 3 years of life I was trained vigoressly. By age 5 I single-handedly went to Hobo 13 and passed with most ease along with 65 other soldier tests.At age 6 I had destroyed 17 planets and any enemy who even so much as talked about the Irken race.

I hate my life, I truly do. If I could I would have ended my exhistence before forced to end others. The Tallest mostly use me for amusement now and release me to conquer planets that we don't even need.

For now I think I'll only be happy when I destroy the Irken who ruined my life so many years ago.

Until then I'll sit in my room.

I've tried to escape before of course and have succeeded until they decided to chain me to my walls. The metal clamps are quite uncomfortable and are never something you get used to. I'm amazed I don't have permanet scars or marks from those stupid things but I guess that must be another feature of mine they added.

I can still escape of course, I just know that now isn't the right time. They think simple metal chains could keep me still but I'm just holding back. Today though is the day I'm leaving this damn place for good. I've already planned out 211 ways to escape and each of them for me is quite easy.

My name is Zun, I am the Ultimate Machine.

- - -

A huge tremor rattled everything aboard, many looked confused as they tried to remain balanced.

"Sir, there's been a huge explosion towards the back of the ship!" A small purple Irken maining the controls yelled.

"What!? Who'd dare attack OUR ship?" Tallest Red said confused and quite perturbed.

"I-I don't know. I mean there isn't an enemy vessel in site!" He said back shakily unsure of there reaction.

Purple choked on a donut he was stuffed into his face and Red's eyes narrowed. They already knew what happened.

"But how could she-!?" Purple asked and turned towards Red after expelling the food lodged in his throat.

- - -

She would be what most other Irkens would call beautiful. A light green skin, pink eyes, her outfit looked like a cloak of an invader outfit that clung to her before opening in the front. Her anttenae curled at sharp points behind her and she woar black boots with white on the front tip. Her PAK clung deeply into her spine and was black and silver instead of the normal red like it shoud have been.

Black crystal, see-through wings extended from her PAK. If one wasn't careful it looked as if you could slice your hand off from them that's how sharp they were. With a quick jump Zun was off of the ship with a speed that was more than twice that of the fastest voot cruiser and with grace that a ballerina would probably cry over out of jealousy.

Her goal was simple.

Destroy the life of who destroyed hers 50 years ago.

Destroy Zim.