Chapter one: A royal request.
Deep inside a cylindrical fortress-like space station, a small round bodied four-legged spider-like robot with a turret on top of its round armored shell, crawls through the vents while on the other side of its control frequency, two unknown voices argue. One is distorted and the person is obviously using voice disguising technology. The other is deep and has an almost primal energy to it.
Distorted voice: I'm telling you, you need to abandon this contract, we have a much bigger one to focus on.
Primal voice: And I'm telling you, I didn't build up my reputation by abandoning my clients when something bigger comes up.
*The spider-like drone moves more slowly and observes people on the other side of a ventilation grate with a small camera mounted upon its turret. It's a big room, clearly designed for the cleaning of soldiers and the storage of their thing's, mostly by how it's a locker room, the lockers themselves are a dark shade of purple and the floor is a just-as-dark shade of red, there are three muscular brutes inside, one green-skinned creature sitting a dark purple bench cleaning its gigantic gun with five barrels, one blue-skinned creature inside a rectangular glass structure cleaning itself in the green liquid, another green-skinned one standing in front of a set of lockers talking to the one on the bench, probably complaining about wages or something like that, maybe hours actually. Unfortunately we don't know what their saying because one, there is no microphone on the drone, and two because by the way that their lips are moving, it seems their talking in some foreign language. The robot keeps moving.*
Distorted voice: I understand that, but this contract comes from the Tallest themselves!
Primal voice: I don't care… but how much are they offering?
Distorted voice: Fifteen billion moneys.
*The spider drone stops, its turret turns around, and moves back the way it came from, with a very fast pace, and as it goes back by the locker room the three giant muscle-masses are alerted, the one who was talking at the lockers points towards the vent and shouts something, the one in the shower gets out and sounds an alarm, the one with the gun aims at the vent, with a snarl upon its lips.*
Primal voice: Okay… I may have alerted the muscle bound morons of this station… *his voice seething with hatred for the unintelligent masses of this sector of space*
Distorted voice: So Vasma, I'm guessing that means that you accept the new contract?
Vasma: I wouldn't have been so careless if I hadn't. *his voice still burning with seething hatred, but with a tinge of pride in his reputation to never be seen or heard of by his prey.*
*The spider-drone leaps out of a hole in the wall, into a room that is obviously the stations main hangar, mostly by the number ships docked there. It moves towards a strange looking but still recognizable Irken Voot cruiser, I say strange looking because it does not have the Irken insignia, nor the colors of the empire it originated from, this one has a striped pattern of red and black, mostly red with two very large intersecting bands of black going downwards and making a X shape, the sigil on it is a alien looking skull, red where the ship colors are black, and black where the ship colors are red. It has jagged lines for teeth, and very large demonistic horns, if a human saw it no doubt they would think that was a picture of a demon skull, and it is, for many species have come into contact with earth, and most brag of the chaos they had sewn there. Even though it was just around what the human's call their "medieval times" and they were weak then. The drone climbs up into the cockpit and looks upon its creator and its master. He is a very tall and thin Irken with black eyes, his antennae are stilted downwards, his clothing is a black one-piece suit with a large belt going from his right shoulder to his left hip, and upon it there are many metallic balls each with a glowing red band around it, His chin is somewhat large and pointed downwards, he picks up the drone and it's legs and turret go into the ball that makes up its body, and then the middle area of it starts to glow a blood red, and the Irken puts the robot with the others on his belt. He then pushes a button on the wall to his right and then as the cockpit closes he grabs two sticks and pulls the right one down and the other to the left. Obeying his command the ship goes upwards and turns towards the left, and as he pulls the one to the left forward away from him, many strange alien creatures pour out from a door to the ships left and begin aiming their weaponry at the strange Voot, as they begin to fire the ship moves forward at an immense speed, leaving the hangar and the station far behind it*
Vasma: Okay, what are the details of the Tallest's contract for me?
*As the ship fly's through the empty void of space, the distorted voice say's*
Distorted voice: You must kill the former Invader, Zim.
Vasma: Well… I haven't heard that name in a long time, but for that price I might destroy the smeetery I came from. *he chuckles and enters the coordinates for Earth.*
End of chapter.