Our first contact with an alien craft and they 'need' our help. Our laws don't apply here.
|“What do you make of it Captain?" “Let's figure that out when we have more information John." As the two men looked at their screens, the blip was on the outer edge of the planetary system and heading our way fast. ”It's like nothing I have seen before Captain." In 25 years of space service experience, it was nothing like anything Captain Bill Johnstone had seen either, but there it was, undeniably a craft of some sort. It's intentions were making waves down on Earth, fear mixed with excitement and the Common International Delegation was making it clear to stand by and keep it in our sight. You don't say, the first alien vessel to visit our little planet and they think we might stop watching it for one second. Pretty hard to do considering it's the size of a small city. ”Captain, it's slowing." Looking at the readings and John is correct, it is slowing. ”I guess we are have guests for dinner." At least I hope we are having them for dinner, and not the other way around.
“It's manoeuvring sir, looks like it's going to be placing itself into an orbit similar to Earth's." Command have said to wait until they are within our missile range before attempting to contact but I think if it's a fight they want we are going to be in trouble.
“This is Captain Bill Johnstone of the ship Venturer...welcome.” Silence. Whoever they are it seems they are not the chatty types. Then, an incoming message. ”Our life pod has received your message, I am Purd, the on board computer and I will be applying on behalf of the 500000 beings that are presently in suspended animation for refugee status on your planet." “Welcome Purd. I shall pass your request onto the correct authorities and we shall be in contact." And just like that, our first contact with another race and they need our help, and with an already overcrowded Earth below I pass the message on to the eagerly awaiting billions. What's another 500000 strangers to add to their numbers.
Debate rages between the members of Common International Delegation. Where to put these beings,? Who will make sure they are controlled...Policed...Watched? Then a decision is made and Captain Bill Johnstone is charged with delivering the verdict. ”Venturer to Purd," “Yes Captain." “The authorities have decided to allow you to apply for refugee status. Forms will need to be filled out, applications for each of your citizen’s and there will of course need to be interviews conducted." “Captain Bill, our technologies are great, we offer you these for the good of your people. We have already conducted suitability studies on the viability of your planet. We carry on board systems that will clean your oceans and your atmosphere. We can teach you how to avoid the same mistakes you have made by giving you these new technologies which are clean and supremely efficient compared to your current use of fossil fuels. Captain Bill, we offer your planet and it's people hope.” “Purd, we will still require you to follow protocols and apply as is the law of our planet." “Captain Bill, I am charged with delivering these, the last survivors of a catastrophic event that destroyed their world, surely you are not going to ask us to formally apply. We bring gifts of an untold nature...Captain Bill, we are in fact your saviours." “I have my orders Purd. The applications once completed, then the interviews it should only take a few years. Then of course your citizen's will have to be found places among our own, spreading them out around the planet to avoid congregations and so they may integrate with our own people." A sigh came across the intercom and for an artificial intelligence, Captain Bill Johnstone could almost hear the emotion in the words that followed. ”Unfortunately Captain Bill, I am not prepared to accept your offer. We have travelled far and we have no other options and the application for refugee status was only made as a courtesy...We did not expect for your government to misunderstand our request." ”Are you threatening us Purd." “Oh Captain Bill, the decision has already been made. We are going to become the new tenants of this once beautiful planet. We shall remove your people, who have almost destroyed it, clean it up to it's former glory and once that is achieved, my 500000 shall be awakened to their new home, and a new history of the planet Earth can be written.” Then as Captain Bill Johnstone watched the screen in his little ship, thousands of craft descended from the alien ship, heading towards Earth, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.