A/N - Chapters are sorta short, but that's something that's not going to be dealt with for a while. Insert review begging here, that sorta thing.

Before, the place had been a place of dark, purplish rock and plantlife, with the deep blue of oceans covering over half of it. It was ringed with small icerings and asteroids, and was host to a variety of flora and fauna, though the rat-people were far from the least. Among the varied animal life, there lived primitive tribes of them, dotting the continents with their settlements. That is, before the bulbous, crimson ships had appeared in the sky, bringing death and firey rain as they lay waste to the land before them.

The leaders of said ships were currently above it once more, overseeing the construction of the new parking structure planet as they argued one of the most disputed things in their lives...

"Sprinkles! Sprinkles are better!" Purple shouted through his mouthful of nachos, munching away.

The better topping for Doughnuts.

"No, Pur, chocolate's better." Red replied, clicking his antennae, getting a small growl of annoyance from his co-ruler. "Doughnuts have always been better with chocolate."
"No, sprinkles! All the colors, and the taste!" He argued as he swallowed the leftovers, floating behind Red as they entered the Massive's staff resturaunt. At this time of the ship's day/night cycle, it was mostly empty, perks of being early risers. Being Almighty Tallest was a nice thing, too.
"Purple, I'm telling you, it's Chocolate. Besides, sprinkles don't add anything to a doughnut, they taste like nothing." The tallest leaned on their usual table, and soon after, a service drone waddled over.
"My tallest, what will you have today?" He asked, a notepad in hand.
"Nachos!" Exclaimed Purple, already plenty hungry.
"Come on, Pur, we had that yesterday." Groaned Red, facepalming.
"But I like nachos." Complained Purple.
"Fine, fine. Nachos for me too, and a soda, if you will." He told the drone, staring off at the screen with an annoyed expression.
"Sprinkles are still better." Purple muttered, looking away from Red, who began to race a fist, but shouted as the black screen to their left crackled noisilly to life, falling over as it did.
"What is it? We haven't had breakfast yet!" Purple complained, oblivious to the sprawled out Red on the ground. Red looked up, seeing a tired, nervous-looking red-eyed Technician staring back.
"Apologies, my tallest, but we have a transmission from Earth." Replied the tech. "He's been waiting for..." He paused, and looked off screen. "Five hours."
"That's dedication, I'll give him that." Purple said, trying to cheer the agitated Red as he pulled himself back to his seat
"More like an restless pest, I'd say." He muttered. "Can't this wait?"
"It could, but we've detected several suspicious signals coming from the same frequency attempting to gain access to our inner network." A different tech, a purple-eyed one, poked her head in. "He's attempting to hack into the massive again." The tallest's eyes widened with realization.
"Well then," Red said, putting on a fake, cheery tone, "Let's keep that from happening, and patch him in, shall we? Another day, another cycle." The techs nodded grimly, and after a moment, Zim's overexcited face appeared on the screen, though Red detected a tinge of annoyance today.
"MY TALLEST! I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG!" The red-eyed defect exclaimed. Red's eye caught on the SIR they gave him in the background for a moment. It looked like it was half-dressed in some... Green dog-suit, with questionable brown stains on it. Not that they could distinguish it from the brown stuff all over it's face and hands. He looked back to Zim though.
"Yeah, yeah, Zim, wait until we eat first, can you?" Said Red in an agitated tone, frowning.
"Red, food's here." Purple announced, garbled by another mouthful of nachos as the table-headed drone waddled away.
"Save my half or I get today's doughnuts." He ordered, turning away briefly from Zim.
"Apologies, my tallest." He said, his grin gone.
"So what is it now, Zim? You aren't getting your battle tanks, if that's what you want." His disintrested voice fell upon deaf antennae, Zim unfazed.
"Or those death monkies." Remarked Purple.
"Oh, nothing like that, my tallest!" Zim grinned once more. "It's just... I need a-"
"UNICORNY!" Shouted the robot, making Zim wince as it jumped on a floating, tiny purple moose, and rode it around.
"GIR! DISMOUNT MINIMOOSE IMMEDIATELY!" He shouted, turning as the tallest supressed a chuckle.
"I don't wanna!" Retorted the defiant voice of the 'advanced' robot. "WEEEHEHEEE!" He shouted, rubbing his sticky brown limbs on the squeaking moose as it flew around in terror.
"SQUEAK!" It shouted, if a moose could shout.
"MINIMOOSE! DON'T PANIC!" Zim shouted, running off screen. "BAD! BAD GIR! DOWN!" His sillouhette clutched at his antennae as the unseen Gir flew around off-screen. "Ah, forget it." He hissed, walking back to the monitor.
"So then... We'll call lat-" Red began, sucking on a straw, but was interrupted by Zim.
"BUT MY TALLEST! IT IS URGENT!" He cried, arching his back and curling his fingers as he bit his lip. "My newest plan requires precision! Brilliance! And the lack of a certain green dog!" He spat the last part bitterly. The tallest looked to one another for support, and after a moment, Red sighed.
"Zim, he's perfectly capable, remember?" He put on a false, cheery tone and a cheesy smile.
"Yeah, he's ADVANCED!" Purple added, pulling the same act as Red, and stifled a laugh as the machine reappeared in the background, ramming the small moose into the nearby wall.
"B-But my tallest!" He stammered, furrowing his nonexistant eyebrows. "Surely there is someone you can send!" He gestured to GIR, who was now rolling on the ground.
"Sorry Zim, but everyone's busy, er, polishing the massive! Yeah, the Massive!" Purple cut in, his mask starting to break. It wasn't helping that a few of said polishers were actually walking into the resturaunt.
"Zim, just deal with it..." Red groaned.
"Er, my tallest, what's that SIR unit doing?" Called someone; Red thought it was Invader Larb.
"What do you mean?" Purple said, taking his eyes away from his nachos for a moment to gaze at the screen.
"MY TACOS WANNA COME AND PLAY!" Screeched the robot as it hunched over and began to make retching sounds.
"GIR? NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP! GO!" Zim hissed, advancing towards the robot with fear in his eye.
"What is he... OH, MY... OH, JEEZ..." Shouted an Invader, observing the moment; most of the people who walked in lost their apetite as the retching continued.
"Red?" Purple said weakly, taking his eyes away and clutching his antennae.
"What is it, Purple?" Red asked, similarly clutching at his antennae in annoyance.
"I think I'm gonna be sick now."
"NOT ON THE NACHOS!" Screamed Red, who attempted to dive and save his breakfast before it was too late.
He was too late.
"Eugh, come on, you got some on me, too!" Red complained; far off, a certain purple-haired girl muttered the word 'Whiner'.
"I can't help it." Purple cried. "Someone! Get the soap!" As the two rushed off-screen, the rest of the crew in the room began to vacate it, leaving Zim, simply staring with a look of disgust as GIR continued to empty himself on the floor.
"COMPUTER! CLEANSE THIS FILTH!" He shouted, facepalming, and turning back to the monitor as a disgruntled Red reappeared, Purple not too far behind.
"So, how 'bout that new robot then?" Zim said idly, ignoring Gir as he climbed into the ceiling.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Red grunted, dismissing it, focused on his stomach, which was grumbling quietly. Zim immediately took this as an answer.
"REALLY? THANK YOU, MY TALLEST! I SHALL NOT FAIL YOU!" He shouted, striking a victorious pose.
"Wait, what?" Red said, confused, looking towards Purple, who shrugged.
"Sir, you sort of... Accepted his request." An Advisor whispered; the resturaunt was beginning to fill back up, business undeterred by the vomiting machine. Red froze, antennae vertical and eyes wide.
"Oh no. "
"BRING ME THE FODDER!" Screeched Zim, who launched himself into a maniacal laugh. "FODDER FOR ZIMMY!"
"Quick, conscript someone!" Red hissed at the Advisor, who nodded with fear in his eyes, and ran off, the customers giving him a wide berth as he looked about.
"What about that one guy who's not doing anything? Invader whatshisname?" Purple suggested, wiping his mouth on his arm. Red's eyes widened, and he tried to gesture 'No, you fool'. Apparently, to Purple, this meant 'Tell him everything'.
"What Invader? Is it Skoodge?" Zim asked, interested, as the advisor ran back into the room, datapad in hand, gasping loudly.
"I took a list of more famous convicts, sir." He whispered, falling over.
"I think THESE people will work much better." Red said, grabbing the list from the exausted Irken, and began to read them off.
"What do you mean, they'll work better? I must know! THE JUICE INSIDE YEARNS FOR KNOWLEDGE!" Zim hissed.
"Well, for starters, we have someone named 'Crome'-" Red was interrupted by Zim's shouting.
"Hey, isn't he that one murderer guy?" He asked suspiciously. Red gulped; he hadn't exactly expected the short defective to know about the first choice on the list. "Besides, what about the invader? He should be the perfect choice!"
"Fine." Red grunted, motioning for the advisor to get something on him so he'd shut up. Said advisor sighed, and began running again. The room was silent, save for the cooking food and the customers.
"...Sprinkles are still the better topping, Red." Purple said.
"No, Pur, Chocolate is better." Red growled.
"Why not both?" Zim cut in. The three fell silent once more, this time in thought.
"My legs... They are jelly." Gasped the Advisor, handing Red the datapad, who glanced at it for but a moment, and ignored the now collapsed Irken. He sighed, and brought the Datapad to his face.
"Invader Averii..." He fell silent, eyes scanning the dossier.
"What's it say?" Zim asked, impatient.
"Yeah, I wanna see!" Purple added.
"He got stranded on Blorch for a week with broken legs and low charge on his rifle, got promoted for it, and got shot in a training accident shortly after becoming an Invader." Zim's mind suddenly flashed back a few years, back to a training mission on a deserted area of Irk. That, and how Skoodge said something about a weapons malfunction resulting in a hospitalization.
"Due in part to that and... Complications, he missed both assignings." Red continued, but before he could skim the next part, Zim interrupted him again.
"One simply miss those! Not even with a hole in their chest, or a parasite on their head!" Red sighed in annoyance.
"Well then, list two; Cro-" Purple began, reading off the list, but was interrupted by Zim once more.
"I'm pretty sure he's that one murderer guy!" Zim persisted. Red pulled Purple aside , motioning for Zim to wait.
"Pur, what if he knows that everyone on that list is a criminal that we're trying to send to him?" He whispered, worry on his face.
"Knowing Zim, he probably does." Purple admitted, before his antennae snapped upwards. "Red, what if we sent them, and they escaped?" He began to panic. "This was a terrible idea!" He shouted, before Red softly punched his arm.
"Fine, we're sending Avey." He growled, defeated, and motioned for Purple to dispose of the datapads.
"Affirmative, my tallest! Thank you once more!" He shouted, grinning, before the screen deacivated. "Invader Zim, signing out!"
"Ugh. You, table-headed service drone Garry, refill my soda!"