Chapter 1. Finally. Sorry I ditched anyone who was reading this, but I have up to Chapter sixteen done, so you'll be happy to know I'll be uploading them all until then every day from now on. c: Squee!

And excuse all small chapters. ;3; ALSO... if you see a weird little symbol, replace it with "..." Three decimals.

FF hates my files.

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~Two years later...~

"Invader Rim, report."

Invader Rim turned to face his screen, his body pulling into a salute. "My Tallest," he said, bowing respectably before looking at them again. "The invasion is coming to a close. All I need to do is send the virus into the atmosphere and wait it out."

"Good job, Invader," Tallest Purple said, nodding as he took a bite out of his donut. Tallest Red floated forward, giving Rim an interested look.

"Invader Rim," he said, "you said your plan is fool-proof, correct?"

"Yes, my Tallest," he said, and exchanged a glance with his robot, KRI, before looking back at his leaders. "Good," Tallest Red said, nodding. "Then you will be testing that theory with the Invader Exchange program."

"Exchange!" Rim cried disbelievingly, staring at his Tallest.

"Yes, Exchange." Tallest Red floated closer and gave Rim a questioning look. "Unless you doubt your Tallest?"

"No sir!" Rim exclaimed, seeming shocked by the mere thought. "I just... it's so... When?"

"Bach of next cycle. Or, according to your new calendar, Monday of next week."

"Monday..." Rim looked down for a second before looking up at them. "...Earth?"

"Give him a donut!" Purple exclaimed and waved his own before lapsing into snickers.

"...But, my Tallest..."

"No "buts", Rim."

"Butts," Tallest Purple giggled and floated off to find more sweets.

"But, my Tallest, Earth...? ... Monday... That's in two days!"

"Correct. The Invader there will be taking your planet, and he will test your theory."

"My Tallest, I said it was fool-proof, not indestructible. That maniac will destroy my entire base, let alone my plans!"

Tallest Red laughed.

"You've done your homework, Invader."

"Invader Zim, banished to Earth, and yet he still thinks he's an invader. Conquering Earth, to boot... MY Tallest, please."

"There is no more to be said," Tallest Red said. "Solider!"

Rim struck a salute, though grudgingly, and Kri echoed his motion.

"Invader Rim." Tallest Red waved and his techies cut the transmission. Slowly, angrily, Rim lowered his hand.

"It took me years to figure out this species' weakness," he fumed, stalking to the lift at the end of the room, his robot following slowly. Headed up to their base, Rim started thinking of how to leave instructions that might possibly keep Zim from imploding his experiments.

"Sir." He cast a glance to Kri before looking up at the top of the lift again. "Perhaps bringing the experiment to Earth and trying it there would prove useful and... tactical."

Rim's emotions lit up immediately and he broke into a little smile, looking at Kri again. "An exceptional plan, Kri. This is why I keep you around..." He smiled a bit again at his joke. Kri let one of his own rare smiles flit across his expression before resuming his blank escapade.

Kri. Killing Robot Intelligence. Programmed by Invader Rim, assigned to planet Virp. The only one of his kind, as well as the only of any kind to know about Rim's past. The only being Rim truly trusts. It, also labeled he, keeps everything between him and his master a secret, unless otherwise designated by Rim. Although they should have default command, Kri does not obey the Tallest Red or Purple, harboring loyalties to Rim alone. Aside from this bit of information, Kri Is as much a mystery as his master.

Kri ran through his mental encoding, seeing this in his introduction codes, and let the smallest smile appear inside of him.

"Kri. Go get the experiment, my clothes, and everything else while I fix up the lab and grab our stuff."

"Yes sir," he said, slipping out and seeming to vanish into the shadows. His camouflage programming was of the highest technology, Rim mused. Because he had made it that way.

Returning to the base, Rim sighed and started sorting through his lab, picking out his test tubes that contained acid, poison, liquid metals, gases, liquids, and other things, hitting the seal button and tossing them into the box, knowing their strong coating would stop them from breaking. Like a human might treat stuffed toys or clothes, he thought bitterly. Time to start thinking like that, really, seeing as he was going to be living on Earth...

"Sir, your personal—"

"Thank you, Kri," he said quietly, distracted, now working through his medical equipment. He rarely cut off his subordinate, only when he was angry or distracted. Or sad, though this was a rare occurrence.

"Alright, Sir. Would you like me to pack the ship?"

"Yes, Kri. Thank you," he murmured, pushing his little box of autopsy equipment into his medical box and shutting it.

"Are you... alright?" Kri asked, losing his robot cover. Really, he was programmed as a regular subordinate, not a robot slave. To keep an appearance, he obeys Rim and says "Sir", but it's always of choice.

"I'm... fine, Kri," he sighed, glancing at him. "Really. Just... distracted. Okay...?"

"Yes sir," he said, nodding after a moment and disappearing (camouflage-wise), and going off to condense the ship into packable size.

Rim sighed once more and continued working away, knowing he would need the rest of today and all day tomorrow to finish packing.

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