Invader Zim: The Nexus One shots
Welcome to Invader Zim: The Nexus! This series is based off of a story I am developing as my first step on Fanfiction. It concerns an organization known as the Nexus, which runs a mercenary trade that spans many galaxies. In this ,you will choose an OC or canon character of your choice-be it Zim, Dib, the Tallest, Lard-Nar, or even Zita (Dib's class mate, purple spiky haired girl). And they will have an alien bounty hunter sent after them. You can even choose the result of it-over a Private Message of course.
It will proceed like this.
Your review will include details of your OC. I will send a Private Message to you-one at a time asking whether you would like them to win or lose. I will not reveal any details of the chapters.
After this, I will write a one shot of your character facing this Bounty Hunter and either winning or losing-again, your choice, I trust somebody to be original and not win all the time.
Some bounty hunters will appear often, some won't, it depends on popularity and reader demand.
I do not own Invader Zim.
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"And there we have it, Tallests Red and Purple," The Alien addressed the rulers of the Irken Empre. "Your contract has been completed and now will be executed."
"Perfect!" Tallest Red rubbed his hands together n that 'schemy fingers' sort of way villains like to do since it felt too damn mischievous to not do. "But just out of curiosity...who will you be sending to dispatch our target?"
"Well that will depend on what we can make of his combat efficiency," The alien, a blue skinned humanoid with coal black eyes and what looked like many dreadlocks pulled into a braid replied. The alien was a Skvetchian, better known as the Galactic Mercenaries Guild after their planet, Skvetch Prime was destroyed. Most Skvetchians moved to the Virgo Cluster to occupy one of the less explored galaxies located there, and rebuilt their civilization there. But ones such as Ruk-Nal remained for one reason: to continue his people's tradition of warfare.
Ruk-Nal was tall, as were most Skvetchians, standing up to the Tallest's chests-or at least his hologram did. His arms stretched down to his knees, and his hands were three fingered and had thumbs, all tipped with solid black claws. His lean build was formed by years of combat and hard work. A pair of optical goggles held his 'dreadlocks' away from his eyes, and he wore a long dark gray coat that reached his knees over a full black combat suit beneath.
"Can you give us a few examples?" Purple asked after swallowing a mouth full of donuts.
"I would, Tallests Red and Purple," Ruk-Nal said in his usual deadpanned, emotionally devoid tone, a false sympathetic look on his face. "But I cannot hand out information concerning Nexus Operatives."
The Nexus was the largest known Mercenary Organization in explored space. It was formed by the Skvetchian government over ten thousand years ago, and now spanned over sixteen galaxies. But they didn't have the numbers of the Irken Armada, which controlled most of the Andromeda Galaxy, their home galaxy. In each galaxy, they had tens of thousands of efficient soldiers and spies that would execute targets for them, but these soldiers never gathered in groups larger than a few dozen. Their information network and communication channels were perhaps the only thing that the Irken Armada couldn't beat, but the Nexus was unbiased to all, so the Tallest chose to leave them alone...for the moment.
"Well alright, but the job better get done." Red pointed at him...somewhat threateningly...or at least n Red's mind anyways.
"It shall be done," Ruk-Nal nodded. "Ibid you farewell, Tallest Red and Purple." His image vanished as he bowed to them on one knee.
Red leaned back in his seat. "Well, that actually went well."
"Do you really think they'd have the guts to try this?" Purple asked, sceptical of the Nexus' competence.
"If they can't, then no force in the known universe can." Red said grimly. "But if they do, we will finally be rid of our greatest annoyance."
The image of a short, red eyed Irken appeared on the screen suddenly. "Hi my Tallest! I hacked into your communication net work after you were done with your business call! Oh and I also got to look at a list of all your personal calls! Pretty creepy, huh?"
Speak of the devil and you shall receive.
The Tallest could only pray somebody finally answered the bounty they placed on Zim-and upgraded from it's original seven million monies fifteen times until it counted up to over a hundred thousand times that price. Yet nobody would take it despite knowing they could bankrupt the empire with that bounty.
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Multiple bounty hunters, assassins, contract killers, and pirates throughout sixteen galaxies listened as they received messages relaying orders to them. It was a business rush for the Nexus now, and so the valiant and trained solders that served the organization were to take action.
Weapons were assembled, ships fuelled, and soon the deadliest armies in the known galaxies left their respective homes to carry out the destruction of all who had been targeted.
It was nothing personal, all just business.
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