Hundreds of ships all were flying towards a planet. This planet was Conventia, the convention hall planet. All were in a good mood, for it was the day of the Great Assigning.
Hundreds of floating screens showed a guide to the planet. Welcoming irkens and reminding them where they parked. These Irkens took the complimentary teleporters to the planet's surface, where they got into one of the multiple single file lines heading towards the main building. These aliens were Green and had giant, bug like eyes that bulged out of their heads and long black antennae.
"Universal peace is here!" a strange squid like robot thing on top of the building repeated, raising it's nubby arms every time the loop reached 'here'. "Universal peace is here!"
As everyone filed into the room, one of the screens announced,
"Wiggle your antennae in salute, because here they come. Your kind and peaceful leaders! The all mighty... Tallest!" Two Tall Irkens, one wearing all red, the other, all purple emerged from the floor in an elevator. The crowd cheered and applauded.
"Thank you! Thank you!" The purple one waves to the audience.
The doors to the elevator open and the too walk, or rather, float out.
"Welcome loyal Irkens." The red one greeted. "You are all the best our species have to offer. After all, you are all special in your own special way. Good for you! No really, good for you. Your all wonderful people."
"Standing behind us however are those we deemed skilled enough for one of the most important roles in Operation Peace 2!" A holographic screen behind them lights up, revealing a map of the known universe.
"While you in the audience get to sit peacefully and watch."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Purple assured.
"Now these wonderful, happy Irkens will each be assigned to another planet."
"There they will blend in with the angry, unkind inhabitants, and try to rise in power so that we can insure that the hostile planet becomes a peaceful paradise, and bring peace to the universe!"
"Now... let the assigning begin!" the crowd is silent, however one person in the back gave a small cheer.
"Step forward Larb." Red motioned for the small irken to come onto the stage. Larb steps up onto a ramo that leads to where his leaders stand.
"You seem to have grown a little since you last stood before us." Red commented. "You've been assigned to Blorch, home of the slaughtering rat people." Larb's eyes began to tear up. There was no way he would be able to bring peace to that planet. Should he tell the Tallest this and show weakness in front of thousands, or should he go to the planet, and fail miserably, failing everyone?
"I'm sorry my Tallest!" the Larb sobbed. "I am not good enough to do my mission on such a planet! I have failed you!" he fell to his knees. Both Tallest crouched down to the Invader's height, no easy feat, and patted his on the back.
"Thank you for your honesty." Purple said. "You have now been assigned the planet Vort, home of the Universe's most comfortable couch."
Larb sniffed. "Thank you." he replied with gratitude. He walked off stage with his assignment sheet joyfully.
"Next, Spleen." Purple announced.
"Ooh." both Tallest are impressed by the big, long head of Spleen, who eyes them quizzically. Meanwhile, at the back of the auditorium, a small Irken tries to make his way to the front.
"Excuse me, sorry, coming through. Please don't mind me."
"And finally, Invader Skoodge!" A short and fat Irken with a stained uniform walks up.
"Oh, now that's just sad." Red muttered under his breath, careful not to let Skoodge hear him. He didn't want to hurt the little guy's feelings after all.
" Sorry Skoodge. As you are last, and the shortest, we have no choice but to give you Planet Blorch, home of the slaughtering rat people. Thank you."
"Sorry, didn't mean to step on your foot, just need to get through, Could you please move out of my way a bit?"
"Please, help yourself to some nachos, and we'll see you at the equipping station."
"Yes, have as many as you like!"
"No no no wait!" an irken waves his arm out of the crowd.
"Huh?" Red turns around to see an Irken crawl onto the stage.
"Oh no." Purple mutters. The irken lifts his head up to look at his leaders.
"Zim." They say in unison. Zim walks up to where the Tallest are. Skoodge walks of stage slowly.
"Sorry I'm late my Tallest. I lost my invitation and couldn't find it. And I wanted to bring lollipops for everyone!" he takes a jar out of his metal backpack and hands it to Purple.
"Thank you Zim! And we're sorry too. We almost forgot you were coming!" Red apologized. He handed the little Irken a sandwich. "Everyone, it seems we have one last assignment to give!"
"Now, you will be sent to a recently discovered planet that we have yet to be to. We don't even know the name for it." Tallest Red floats up to the giant map behind him. "It is on the edge of our known universe. See? Right here."
"Ooh. A secret mission." Zim smiled.
"As you are one of the most friendliest Irken we know, we have no doubt you will show the natives the errors of their ways and help bring peace."
"It's only a matter of time before all war has ended and we can all coexist in harmony."
"Maybe we can all make curly fries together!" Purple yelled, cheering.
Now, on this mysterious, far away planet, a little girl is on the roof of her house. There is a small satellite next to her, connected to her computer. Purple's last words echoed through her headphones.
"They're coming!" she gasped. She jumps of the roof and slides down from a pipe. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, he older brother in playing an online video game, when it goes to static.
"Gaz!" he shouted. "You para-crap is interfering with the WiFi! Fix it!"
Gaz slides down the rest of the pipe and through an open window, and falls into the kitchen sink. Her brother looks up from his static filled game. The little girl leaps out of the soapy water filled sink and runs over to her father.
"Dad! Dad! They're coming! I was on the roof and I heard this transmission was coming through, and-" her father shushed her.
"Not now honey... I'm very busy! I'm making..." lightning comes out of her father's latest invention. "A BAGEL!" he holds up a perfect bagel proudly. Gaz stares at it for a moment before running to her brother, who is sitting at the table.
"Dib, they're coming! They really are!"
"Who's coming Gaz? The mailman?" Dib asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I... don't know.' She answered.
The two Tallest stood in front of a large machine. Purple puts down a small metal... thing.
"This is your Standard Issued Information Retrieval unit, SIR for short. It will help you gather information on the customs of the planet. After all, we want people to keep their religions and customs when we bring peace. Because changing them would make them sad. And to preserve them we must know of them."
"And sadness is bad!" Purple shouted.
"Yes, it's very bad." Red agreed. "It's also a thermos."
"Who wants this one?"
"I do!" someone shouted. The Tallest toss the compacted robot at them, only for it to hit him in the face.
"Sorry!"
"Everyone else, line up and take a robot." everyone lines up on their orders. Out of the machine comes a long mechanical tentacle, and the compacted SIR units slide down it. The first Invader in line marches up, and a SIR detaches from the wire and onto it's feet.
"SIR! Would you please go warm up my ship's engine?" Larb asked politely.
"Yes SIR! Since you asked so nicely!" It replied in a happy voice, it's eyes now glowing blue as it recognized Larb as it's new master. It followed him, giggling joyfully as the two skip to the ship. Zim steps forward.
"Finally! A robot friend of my own! I wonder if it likes frozen yogurt!" he wondered aloud. The Tallest look uneasily at each other.
"Um, Zim? We have a slightly different model for you..." Red trailed off, a worried look on his face. A small section of the floor opened up, and a large capsule rose out of the ground.
"You see, this SIR unit was a test. However it malfunctioned, and started destroying Irk, ruining Operation Peace 1." Purple explained.
"We think we may have fixed it, but it's still a bit experimental. We aren't sure if it will work well or not. While it's extremely advanced, it's also very dangerous." Red continued. Several tall guards took out large guns and all pointed it at the capsule, to ensure everyone's safety should it malfunction.
"However, we believe it can help you on your mission." Red floated over towards the capsule, and pressed a button on top of it. It slowly opened, releasing a lot of smoke. A pair of red eyes visibly glowed as a small robot stepped out. It let it's gaze wander around the room, before finally landing on Zim, who looked at it curiously, his head cocked to the side. Information on the Irken appeared in the corner of the robots vision.
Name: Zim
Age: 16 Irken years, 59 Vortian years, 1 Mekrobian year, 169 "Earth?" years
Intelligence: questionable
Master?
"We have already downloaded everything we know about your assigned planet into it's brain, so it should help you." Red explained, looking at the robot nervously, who's gaze was focused on Zim. Finally, it walked up to him, and saluted.
"GiR, reporting for duty." it said. The Tallest, and almost everybody else in the room let out a sigh of relief. It's eyes never changed to a friendly blue however, and stayed red.
"GiR? What does the G stand for?" Zim asked curiously.
"It stands for 'Good'" GiR explained. Zim brightened.
"Oh, Ok!" he said cheerfully. Convinced that he now had the robots trust, he marched over to his ship. GiR followed obediently, glaring at everybody else out of the corner of his mechanical eye as he walked past.