avatar: hey, there. I still haven't gotten a review for this, and I have to say, it annoys me. I'm introducing my characters this chapter, and I hope you like them. If not, tell me what you dislike. My OC Domm will now do the disclaimer.

Domm: Hello, all. avatarjk137 does not own Invader Zim, and in that respect, he envies Jhonen Vasquez. He is, however, glad he invented this story, as well as Kloof, Reapir, and Dommination Industries, consisting of me and my friends and allies.

avatar: wow, you're really eloquent at disclaimers.

Domm: yeah, but I'm pretty bad at stand-up.

Chapter 2

Introductions Are In Order

Domm walked through the halls of Dommination Industries, the bounty hunting agency named after himself. He was a moderately tall Irken, perhaps half or three-fifths the height of the Tallest. His antennae didn't bend near the tips, and one had been sliced off halfway up. He wore extremely dark goggles over his eyes. He was dressed in a silver-black outfit with a diagonal line pattern across the chest. He wore a black belt buckle, as well as black elbow and knee pads. His boots were also silver and black, and armored, and his black gloves were fingerless, unusual for an Irken. His Pak was slightly larger than the norm. The upper-left portion of his shirt bore the symbol of Dommination Industries, somewhere between an Armada symbol and an hourglass.

Domm read through the data on their target again and sighed, tapping at the flat screen he was holding. He wasn't sure if his teammates would approve his decision on making a contract with the Tallest, but it had been necessary. With the rebellions against the Irken Empire, all the other bounty hunters had polarized and joined either the Irkens or Resisty. He knew that remaining neutral would have soon become impossible anyway.

Red's grasp of their story had been more or less correct. Domm and Erris, the two founders of Dommination Industries, were both Irken defectives. They had spent the first 40 years of their life isolated, constantly tested in the hopes their (thankfully minor) defects would become curable or could be prevented from occurring again in the Irken gene pool. Because they were fairly tall, Domm had been allowed to privately study to be an Invader, and Erris studied as a guard captain. At age 40, hope for them was gone, and Tallest Miyuki ordered their execution. But Domm and Erris had beneficial abilities as part of their defects, and had escaped. Not long after that, they formed a bounty hunting agency with Edh, a friend and ally they had made, and the rest was history.

Domm walked into the lounge, listening to a debate between his teammates. "I still think my brute strength is enough," Lio, the most recent addition to their crew argued.

"And I think you should get yourself a big, bad, laser hammery-type thing or something and learn to fight with that," Edh argued. "Oh, hey, big boy!" Domm chuckled. Edh also had a minor flaw in his brain, a flaw that made him an expert with any weapon he got his hands on. But the brain problem also caused a weird glitch in his behavior – he talked to everybody he met in a flirtatious manner. It had taken Domm two decades to get used to it.

"Alright, people, we have a new bounty. You know the drill, pass the data around, make sure Erris ends up with it."

He handed the screen to Edh, who was one of Spleenk's race. Edh looked like Spleenk, but his skin was ice blue. The grey plate of bone his race sported on their forehead was tattooed with the Dommination Industries symbol, and another tattoo covered his upper lip. In his language, the tattoo read 'unique', but he had been devastated to find that the mirror reflection of the tattoo was also a word in his language. Whenever he looked in the mirror, he saw the word 'loser' written on his face. He wore light armor, colored black and orange, with electrodes installed designed to increase his strength in each of his four arms. He wore a long sword over each shoulder, and a shorter one on each hip. "Ooh, that's quite a price, big boy. Hey handsome, take a look at this."

He handed the screen to Lio. Lio was a Planet Jacker by race, and also an outcast, although of the group, he was the only one whose unnatural power had no downside. He had only been with the group for the last seven years, and he still felt like he wasn't as much one of the group. He wore armor in dark blue, dark green, and black on his body, designed to make him look even bigger than he already was. His light blue eyes and light green skin was only visible on his face. His mouth dropped as he neared the bottom of the data. "This is a contract with the Tallest? If we fail, they'll have us killed."

"Okay, A: I had no choice in the matter, B: We won't fail because we never fail, and C: Even if we do fail, The 'Almighty Tallest' have tried to kill Erris and I before, and that didn't work. We'll be fine. Now give the stupid machine to Erris so she can look at the data."

Grumbling, Lio handed Erris the screen. Erris wore a large green shirt with swirling black lines on it, and normal black Irken pants and boots. A holster dangled from each hip, plasma pistols nestled snugly in the holsters. Her gloves had unusual green buckles on them, connecting them more tightly to her forearms. Her skin was oddly pale, contrasting more sharply with her green eyes. She chuckled as she read the report. "Fun, fun, fun." She looked up, revealing the tattoo on her forehead, which read in small Irken lettering, 'IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD'. "Is this all the data?"

"Yeah. How soon will you have a strategy planned out?"

"4…3…2…1…Done." Erris's defect was an interesting one. At the cost of most of her natural immune system, Erris was able to think strategically and tactically on the level of a supercomputer. Her ability to plan an ambush was second to nothing and nobody. "We can leave tomorrow." A small beeping sound filled the room. "Excuse me." A tentacle shot from Erris's large, unusual Pak (it had odd lines traced across it, and an antenna to uplink Erris's brain with actual computers), and plugged into the wall outlet. Power was siphoned from the base, up the mechanical tentacle, into Erris's Pak. Erris's skin glowed slightly as the power flowed thru her body. Most of her defect could be contained by supercharging her Pak once or twice daily for a virus purge, and Erris hated to let it control her life. "As I was saying, tomorrow we leave for Earth."

End of Chapter

Domm: My power and defect were not revealed this chapter. There are hints to both. The power hint was much more vague, however, since that will be revealed next chapter, along with Lio's power. Care to guess... in a review?

avatar: Next chapter, the action starts, and Dib and Zim enter the story, as well as Kloof.

Domm: I bet 500 monies they still don't review.