Almighty Tallest Purple stood next to Almighty Tallest Red on the bridge of the Massive. Below them, some twenty creatures of various species had gathered. Each had been thoroughly scanned for weapons, so the Tallests were not concerned with their safety.

Red cleared his throat, commanding the attention of every being within earshot.

"I'm not going to waste time with a lengthy laser introduction, although I would dearly love to. Purple and myself have called you here because there is a very dangerous defective on the loose. His name is Zim, and he has with him two hybrids. A hyuman mistakenly mated with an Irken and produced these horrible offspring, and to keep the purity of the Irken race they must be exterminated according to Irken law."

"Yeah!" Purple interjected. "But if you're gonna get any reward, you gotta bring them back alive, and in one piece! We gotta deliver the remains to some creature on Earth. But the reward is monies! Lots and lots of monies, so bring them in, and we'll see what we can do. Alright?"

Murmured agreements followed this statement.

Red grinned. "Excellent! On the way to your ships, you will each be handed a folder containing the profiles and bios of the three renegades. Be very careful! They're dangerous, very very dangerous!"

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"Don't be such a whiner, Dib. Honestly!" Gaz rolled her eyes as she experimented with her new set of legs. "It doesn't hurt a bit."

Dib glared at her from behind the couch. "That's what you say." He glanced fearfully above him where Zim stood, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Come, smeet. We don't have all day!" Zim hefted the PAK he held. "Zim cannot be watching you every second, and you're more defenseless than an earth-slug without this!"

Reluctantly, Dib edged out from behind the couch and presented his back to Zim, who pressed the PAK to his back. Dib felt wires extend from it, searching for an opening. When none was found, they plunged through the skin and wove a path up his spine, fusing with the base of his brain. At first he felt nothing. Then the pain tore through his back and head. Shrieking, he fell back to the couch, clutching his head.

"Whiner." Gaz snorted.

Zim glanced at her, amused. Within an hour of receiving her PAK, Gaz had mastered the spiderlegs, force-field shield, and lasers. But that was no surprise, it was a gigantic video-game to her. The Dib however—Zim sighed as he turned to face the groaning boy. He will need training. Much training.