Prologue: NPOV
As you know, there are many, many irken invaders. This story is about one in particular: Invader Razz. It is about Razz's adventures, from Smeethood to becoming an Invader, and her greatest mission ever- all I'll say about it is that it takes place on Earth (AN: How original…). So… let's get on with the story. It all began in the Northern-Irk (N-I) Smeetery.
Chapter 1: NPOV:
Right now, Razz is a Smeet in the N-I Smeetery, which is a Nursery, except it is for Smeets. Today, through a pipe in the wall, which no new smeet has fallen through since Razz did a month ago, did a new smeet emerge. It was Zim. Zim avoided Razz as much as possible, until Razz approached him unawares.
Chapter 2: RPOV:
"Hi! I'm Razz! What's your name?" I asked.
"I AM ZIM!" the small, red-eyed smeet replied. Amazingly, though I was a month older, and we were the same height! The next day, we were shipped off to be trained as Invaders. In their class were a few other Irkens including: Tak. Skoodge, Red (later known as Almighty Tallest Red), Nacho (A golden eyed female smeet), Sprinkle (A green eyed Male Irken, will be a food service drone), and Purple (later known as Almighty Tallest Purple). Soon, they were told to get in groups of two. Red and Purple, the tallest smeets in class paired up, so did Nacho and Sprinkle, Tak and Skoodge, and finally, Zim and me, the smallest irkens in class. Ugh. It was my first day of class all over again. Me, being an 'old' student had to teach the 'new' student the basics of class, and catch him up to the rest of us- oh, what a chore! But, it paid off in the end. Brrriiiinnng! We were sent off to lunch- the entire Smeetery, not just our room- in the order of height. I was slightly taller than Zim, but, I put him in front of me- he was younger- he needed more nourishment than I did. The lunch-lady was mad- until she learned this was the youngest smeet in front of me- and we're almost the same height- and besides, he needs more nourishment! From that day forward Zim and I were best of friends. I think
Years passed. I was sent to Technician training. I passed with flying Colors, like I did Invader Training. Then, I was a Tallest-in-training, basically, I was taught how to be a Tallest; it backfired a bit, when I was shot in the Pak with a laser, destroying my growth mechanism, trapping me at what is commonly known as Zim-height. Neither Zim nor I grew even the slightest bit taller. Well, at least I was at a relatively normal height, or so I thought. But I, unfortunately, was not. I was a technician/invader from that day forward. The next important event in my damn life came; it was Operation Impending Doom I.