It’s been 23 hours and 37 minutes since we’ve first made contact with Aliens. On a day like any other, the skies darken with smooth silvery metal ships of all sorts of shapes and sizes typical of sci-fi federations with a single unified message, “We come in peace, bring us your strongest in one ‘Earth’ Day”. Similar messages echo across the world and various radio frequencies, explaining coordinates and that worlds are safe with Federation once invited to Galactic Games.
The nations of the world in a collaborated effort (and after many try and find the most powerful weapons can’t harm the invading ships), join forces in search for our best. Few wanted to know what it mean to be a world not safe outside of the ‘Galactic Games’ but no one knew what skills will be tested. Many were chosen for training via records in sports, intelligence, and military while others for strong genetic traits the pulled together health database found favorable.
You’re Michael, 21 year old college student and one of many others representing US, and you were chosen for the later. This surprise many in your State as you aren’t even the best in your college team. You work out sure, but look more on the lanky, pale pretty boy than actual Earth Defense material. The training while in such short time was grueling and covered just about everything from wits to strength. You were given some medications but short of what would ban you in the Olympics as you’re slated as backup if the Olympic professionals fail and the steroid junkies after them were disqualified. Your family and friends are brought to the military training site for support, and after kissing your girlfriend goodbye, you join the rest and escorted by the military to the designated landing site, where a drone ship pick you up to take you to the invading force’s massive mother ship. The 24 hours are now over.
The interior of the alien drone ship is the pristine white gray halls, advance machinery and curvy furniture typical of media depiction of galactic alliances. What’s weird is the fully space suit covered humanoid aliens are quickly replaced by Werewolves! Well some at least as most had heads of all sorts of animals on Earth, from mammals to birds to aquatic that look straight up from media anthropomorphic creatures, or to put it bluntly, like Furries. You all are greeted at the landing bay by their furry diplomats. They gave our general and diplomats devices that allow them to speak directly with them and after much talk, your commanding officer orders you and the other contestants to follow the aliens for testing.
You’re certain you’ve just been served up for good old fashion Alien Anal Probing, but surprise it’s generally a normal quick checkup for weight, height, blood pressure but with a few more sci-fi scans. You’re eventually separated from the rest and given your own slick sci-fi room with normal bed and window view showing you’re now in space. What’s more alarming is you can understand aliens post checkup, able to understand the hologram tv that activates, showing a reptile woman in a suit acting as news host who goes on to explain your plight in the games.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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