Warning claxons

Technician A Thelta Zero looked out the pothole, frowning as he registered a sleek saucer like space craft astern. His mind worked as it struggled to recognise the alien ship’s shape. These saucer things had been visiting human civilisation since the 1950’s. Their weird looking ship was a retro futurist saucer shape. “What were they called again…? Bimbo…”

“Bimbonians. Alert. Bimbonians off the starboard bow, cap’n!” Bert said as the ship’s automated systems blasted a claxon alert loudly.

“Shoot.” Zero said, eyes widening. He knew what those aliens did!

“Bimbonians: humanoid grey skinned aliens renowned for abducting human men and transforming them into petite big breasted submissive women so they could perform mating and / or breeding experiments!” Explained the Bert helpfully and happily.

“Oh right, that was their thing…” Zero muttered.

“Why it is their thing is a mystery but historic reports, in reputable press like The Weekly Galaxy News, the World News back then, identified the Bimbonian’s experimental predations since the 1950’s. Perhaps even earlier.” Bert explained.

“Great. Is there a way out.” Zero asked.

“You could enter VR…?” Bert suggested.

“Put my head in the sand…” zero cried.

“Reports suggest their standard procedure is to take one or two males. So at the moment you are the most convenient male to take. The others are in stasis and might not be selected…”

“Or they could experiment on the whole ship.”