Xey'sa looked over her information tablet. The human appeared to be in healthy condition, and her stress levels were surprisingly low. She'd heard stories of earthings who woke up and started panicking, thrashing about and causing a mess where possible. Not that she could blame them. From their perspective, they just woke up in a completely unfamiliar place with no idea how they arrived or what was going to happen. The human in their containment had elevated levels of stress, but nothing unreasonable that they couldn't manage.
Although she'd studied them plenty of times, Xey'sa couldn't help but feel a little nervous about her encounter. This was going to be her first real interaction with a native human after all. All her years of studying xenobiology and conservation were coming to a head. It should be easy enough, and she knew all the standard procedures. Her lifelong dream had always been to help out the less developed species, and this was her opportunity to finally act upon it.
"It's amazing that all these light years apart, life still develops in such a similar way," Xey'sa muttered to herself. The humans were remarkably similar to the Uvel, her own species. They were about a metre shorter, with warmer skin tones as opposed to cool shades of purple and blue. They had four fingers and a thumb on each hand instead of the trifecta of digits. And unlike her own species, they put a high cultural value in clothing. But the humans and Uvel were both bipedal with symmetrical features, along with a head atop their torso. Their shapes gave Xey'sa a sense of familiarity with the aliens.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Xey'sa jumped in place as her assistant broke her reverie. Gropni had a habit of sneaking up on others, though nobody was sure if it was deliberate or not. Her bubbly and energetic personality made her easy to get along with. Xey'sa was just thankful she had a capable assistant, even if she could get a little eccentric at times.
Xey'sa set down her tablet and walked over to the control panel of the containment unit. "Just going over the details. I'm going in to talk to her soon, and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly." She pressed a button to lift the metallic covers around the cell. The two Uvel's stared through the transparent casing beneath, revealing their human inside.
Chantelle looked just like her file had described. She was a medium sized athletic woman, with shoulder length hair and bronze skin. Her clothes were a tight tank top and loose shorts, which Xey'sa recognized as standard running attire. Which made sense as she'd been abducted during a morning jog. Chantelle's containment unit was the size of a small room, with the basic amenities such as a bed and a toilet inside. From the inside it looked to be a simple padded room. Chantelle herself was wandering around, examining the walls and looking for clues about her location.
"You stay out here," Xey'sa told her assistant. "I'm going to go in and start explaining things to her. This should be a fairly routine procedure."
Gropni nodded, pressing a button to activate the entrance. "You got it boss, best of luck! Just remember, humans are weird creatures, so just do what you can to make sure she doesn't panic." On the face of the containment cell, an oval shape of the barrier melded into a gel-like material. Xey'sa took a deep breath and walked through it, feeling the material wash over her skin and grant her passage. Once she was on the other side, Chantelle immediately stared at her, eyes wide and mouth agape. Xey'sa was expecting this reaction, so she gave the human a moment to process her feelings.
"You're... you're an alien. I knew it! I was abducted by aliens!" Chantelle was in shock, but she wasn't turning violent, which was a good sign.
Xey'sa held up her palms. In most human cultures, this was a sign that someone meant no harm, and could help indicate peace. "That's right, you've been taken aboard one of our spacecraft. My name is Xey'sa, and I'm here to help you."
Chantelle's eyes narrowed. "What, help us by taking over? Are you going to demand to see our leaders and brainwash them? Enslaving humanity to be your own personal pets while you rule over us all? You're planning to turn us all into intergalactic whores for all other aliens to use and abuse for their pleasure, aren't you!"
There was a moment of silence. Xey'sa blinked, taking in all the strange assumptions. She knew that humans had weird ideas about extraterrestrials, but this was pretty far out, even by their standards. "Um, no. We're not going to do anything like that." She let out a nervous chitter, hoping it didn't sound too intimidating to the human. "The reason we took you in is actually for a medical procedure."
It was as if a spark went off inside the human. "Aha, so that's what you're planning!" Her eyes were lit up with excitement. "You're here to experiment on me. You'll probe my anus, like in all those movies, using me as a test subject for your sick and twisted experiments. What, are you going to strap me down and use your advanced technology to explore every orifice on my body while I'm completely helpless to resist?"
"You think we- what?" Xey'sa was caught completely off guard. None of her practice conversations had gone anything like this. A light blush crept into her cheeks as the human described her worries, though thankfully her blue skin tone meant the human wouldn't recognize it. She checked her tablet again, noting Chantelle's vitals were changing. She had an elevated heart rate and increased body temperature. Evidently she was getting more and more worried about their situation.
Xey'sa sat down on the bed and motioned for Chantelle to do the same. "Listen to me, you're perfectly fine. Nobody here is going to hurt you or do anything unkind. And even if we did need human test subjects, we wouldn't treat them like... like what you described." Things weren't going the way she'd hoped, and Xey'sa needed to do some damage control.
Chantelle's shoulders slumped downwards. "Oh, I guess that makes sense. I still don't fully believe you though." She remained standing, looking down at Xey'sa. "So what, you just snatched me up at random for a medical check? I'm not buying it."
The Uvel exhaled loudly, piecing together her words before speaking. She'd been trained not to give the full explanation until a proper rapport was established, but Chantelle seemed like she would respond well to honesty. And part of her training was being adaptable on the fly.
"Alright then, I'll tell you the full truth. You weren't taken at random. Please don't panic when I say this, but you've been infected by a foreign contaminant." She pulled up a screen on her tablet, showing Chantelle's blood levels and vital statistics. "Last week you cut your arm on a weird rock, right? That rock was actually from a different solar system. In short, you've got a potentially deadly infection."
Xey'sa paused to let her words sink in. Sure enough, Chantelle looked like she was starting to get worried. "And now it's going to cause me to mutate, turning me into an alien broodmother to spawn more of your kind." Her body shivered, despite the stats implying she was quite warm. "I'm going to be stuck laying eggs for your species until I'm no longer recognizable as a human, aren't I."
"What? No, our species doesn't even lay eggs."
"Fine then, I'll be giving birth to some other parasitic species."
"That's not what- you're not going to suddenly start laying eggs!" Xey'sa was doing her best to remain calm and in control. Clearly the human was having some sort of mental break, that she kept describing such illogical scenario's. "We expect it'll just give you a nasty fever, but in another week it could manifest as an airborne pathogen. And since humans haven't been exposed to anything like this, we don't want to risk any sort of outbreak. Better to prevent it from spreading in the first place."
Chantelle nodded. This time, Xey'sa hoped, she finally understood the situation. They were going to help her and make sure she stayed healthy. There was no danger, no risk of being exploited, no sexual slavery in store.
