"I didn't start out assigned as an invader." The pale alien began, "My short stature is the curse that had the control brain decide I was best fitted to be a table-headed service drone. I spent years serving taller, higher class Irkens, entertaining them as they would knock me down and watch me have to clean everything up and start over again. It was humiliating. During this time, however, I was training to be an elite Irken invader. After years of training, I passed all of my physical and written examinations and was invited to The Great Assigning to receive my target planet information. When the Almighty Tallest called me forth, they took one look of my shameful height and assigned me to Sirus Minor, well known for its unbearable temperatures and ruthless inhabitants. Of course, they were no match for my superior Irken intellect. With my faithful SIR unit, Weaver, we blended in, created a massive civil war, and attacked the planet at its weakest moment. The planet is now used as an Irken detention and labor facility." Scun looked towards Zim, who grew more and more confused.

"But why did you come here? This is not your mission! I…"

"Please just let me continue. I spent a few years ruling over the planet and made sure everything ran smoothly. When the Irken construction was complete, I returned to The Massive along with a handful of other successful invaders. From there it was brought to our immediate attention of Invader Tenn's failure at Meekrob. The Tallest needed an exceptional invader to disable the malfunctioning SIR units that were sent to the planet, recover whatever they could from the ruins of Invader Tenn's base as well as continue the mission undetected. Cocky with my already successful conquest at Sirus Minor, I quickly accepted the mission. With the Meekrobs' defenses already worn thin and the high fatalities, it seemed an easy enough job. But, despite everything, my cover was blown in mere days. The Meekrobs captured and tortured me in hopes of learning where the Massive was and any other Irken secrets they could find and use in their hopes of overthrowing us. The tests I endured were unmatched in cruelty. Whatever it was they did to me, it caused my body to slowly deteriorate and discolor to what you can see now. But we all knew they would gain no knowledge from me."

"Inferior simpletons." Zim spat. "Besides, there is no way to destroy the Irken Empire." Scun nodded in agreement.

"Of course. Now, as the Meekrobs transported Weaver to be deactivated and destroyed, he activated his self destruct which bought me just enough time to escape. I commandeered a ship and returned to The Massive empty handed. The Tallest, who barely even recognized me due to my new skin pigmentation, declared me a defective, demoted me to manual labor and had me shipped away to Sirus Minor immediately."

Scun stopped and took a deep breath. "I toiled on my own conquered planet for years. But… it wasn't until I met a young Vortian worker that I truly realized how my life had been stolen from me. We worked together, sharing stories to pass the time. Something tells me had he realized I was an Irken; we would not have gotten along as well as we did. Oh that puny Vortian mind of his. Nonetheless, I knew I needed to escape that infernal place. Garb, the Vortian prisoner of war, was a brilliant scientist and when I had earned his trust, he brought me to his escape pod he had been constructing during the night. We had been anticipating its completion and the night we were waiting for arrived, we put the finishing touches on the escape pod and began to power it on. But, somewhere along the lines we had been compromised and the Irken guards blitz attacked us. Garb pushed me into the escape pod and set its coordinates for the farthest planet it could detect and sent me off without him. In that split second, I witnessed the Irken guards gore him from the inside out. It was rather gruesome, but you have to give them credit. It does persuade prisoners not to run away."

"This story is beginning to bore Zim. I demand to know why you are here!"

"You're right, I've explained enough. Zim, my escape pod dropped me off here, to this infernal planet you call Earth. I lived in the woods, hiding and observing the life forms here so that I could learn to blend in. It was when I happened upon that learning facility Skool and I saw you exiting it that I knew I could eventually leave this place. You see Zim, all of the Irkens know you were banished here…"

"BANISHED? No, I am Invader Zim! Invader! I am here under the direct order of the Almighty Tallest to serve this disgusting dirt ball to them in the name of the Irken Empire!" Scun frowned, but continued anyway.

"Fine, my point is I wish to return to The Massive and reclaim my rightful Invader title. I also wish to seek my revenge on the Meekrobs and turn their beloved planet into my own personal throne room."

"And what makes you think I would help you with this?"

"Well, think about it. If I was able to sneak in here with little to no supplies, bug your home base and capture you, imagine what I can do now with all your weapons and supplies at my hands." Zim paused thoughtfully for a moment.

"Alright, you may use my base facilities as long as you don't get in the way of my mission and promise me the return of my robot bee."

"Fine. But try anything funny and I will destroy you." Scun disconnected her PAK from the house and disabled the security system. Zim quickly fell to the floor and stretched out his numb limbs. He glared at Scun, snatched his wig back, brushed himself off and retreated into the toilet elevator and lowered himself down into his underground base. Just as quickly as Zim disappeared, GIR, his eccentric SIR unit, flew past Scun and out the window on Zim's prized robot bee, laughing manically. Scun stumbled and coughed from the violent dust cloud he left in his tracks and fell head first into the same toilet Zim had disappeared into.

"I think I'm going to be sick!"