This is a work of fiction, obviously. I'm just going to assume that the likelyhood of Alien Abduction is so astronomically slim, and I don't have to warn you not to try this at home.
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Macintry (MA NS)
I thought it was strange when she drove up in a bikini, and just hit on us. "Hey, sailors." Cutting the engine to coast up by the dock. "You're warriors?"
We dropped our gear, and moved over to crowd around the dock. "Yes, maam."
I pushed them back. "Combat divers."
"So, you're the commander?"
"Captain, retired. Why don't you guys haul up the gear for me?"
"Oh!"
"Hey, a little respect? You can come back, and gawk, later."
"Yes, sir!" They doubletimed the Zode up the deck, and started unloading the gear.
"Retired warrior?"
"Retired from the Coast Guard. Where you from?"
"Aquarius."
"Where's that?" Never mind, "What's your name?" Just another chance for her to lie.
"Bay?" Almost like a question, "B." She nodded. Obviously lying, but more than a little odd. Not so much an accent as the way she speaks as if she doesn't know the right words for things.
"Well, Baby. Why don't you throw me a line, and let me pull you in." She turned to the beach. Watched the men securing the gear in the van since they got the Zodiac up on the trailer.
"Why do you still practice war when you're retired?" So, she was watching our boarding exercise all morning.
"I told you, I retired from the military, and now I work for the police" They offered me a lot of money. "See? That's why it says SWAT on the boat, and Harbor Patrol on the van. We have to practice naval maneuvers, like boarding ships, and beach insertions, because most of those guys were Army." Honestly.
"So you're training the police?"
"That's right, their jurisdiction includes the harbor, and the beaches. So, they called me to train the men that don't have as much experience as I do. For drug runners, mostly." The handful of SEALs, and Marines don't really need the refresher course. None of them have the service record in Training that I do, and I kind-of missed this, in early retirement. "Why don't you pull in, and talk to the guys?" I just happen to have more experience with Drug, and Human Trafficing out of Miami.
"I only need one."
"For what?"
"For the ship. They follow your orders, and call you sir. Does that make you the best warrior?"
"Ha, hardly. I'd like to think so, but some of them can outshoot me. Easily, a lot of them have urban combat experience, while I have more specialized training. What sort of ship we talking about?"
"A landing craft. Would you like to see it?"
"Yeah, hang on. Let me go change real quick, and I'll be right back. Okay?"
"Yes, sir." I shook my head, and headded back. Peeling down my wetsuit, I reached in the radio side, and threw in the towel.
"Hot date, Captain?"
"Something's hinkey about her. I don't like it, she might be working for one of the cartels, or I don't know. She lied about her name, her English is too good, and at the same time so bad. It's like she's reading from a script, and doesn't have an answer for when there isn't one in the script." Or she only memorized a few words, but learned to pronounce them perfectly.
"What?"
"Just thinking out loud, hand me a spare mag of live rounds." Pitching the blanks, and detaching the simulating device from the muzzle for them to stow. I put on my dry armor, over my teeshirt, and grabbed my land boots. She wants a warrior, fine. If she's going to lead me into an ambush, or whatever. I'm not a 1 man army, but I'll be damned if I'm going in without guns, and armor. While I'm at it, drop in a radio beacon, and pat my pocket. "Keep an ear out for this. If it goes off, have Squad A ready to triangulate on my position."
"Yes sir."
"She wants me alone, or one of us." Rubbing my chin. "I'm probably the best one to go, because I know the least particulars about the operations."
"Ha, yeah right, man."
"Just tell us all about it when you get back."
"I wasn't kidding about alerting the main team. Tell them to keep an ear on the frequency and be ready to triangulate. Call it in."
"Yes sir." Laced up, I still have to button my fly, and open the side door to get back out. She's still waiting, unmored at the end of the dock.
"This can still be a trap."
"Copy that, we got your back, Mack."
Yeah, well they're green. I'll feel a lot better when I know the Marines, and Seals are ready to go, as soon as this goes south. Buttoning the fly up under my buckle on the way back.
"Oh good. You brought your weapons." She smiles up, and stands on the other side of the boat. Leaning back to steady it when I hop in, and catching me. I kept the sub-gun retained behind me on the sling.
"You like guns?"
"I have only seen them in movies. That's a Heckler and Koch MP-5K."
Other than the extended barrel with interrupted threads for muzzle attachments. "You know your guns." Like the simulator to cycle the action with blanks, and prevent live fire.
"That's a revolver." Almost like a child, except for a complete lack of excitement.
"Yeah. I find they're more reliable." I patted it, and wiggled it in the strap. "You handle the boat well."
"Yes. I have spent my entire existence on boats, and ships." That same strange way of putting things, almost like a science lecture. Her blonde hair streaming in the air, and of course the swimsuit clinging to her curves as she expertly steers through the waves.
"Oh, kay. Where we going?"
"My ship."
"What kind of ship?"
"A scout ship." Still not elaborating on that answer. "Or a landing boat."
"So, is it a boat, or a ship?"
"It depends on what you determine to be the point of difference. A boat is a smaller craft, attached to a larger ship, right?"
"Yeah, that's one way to look at it. Also, how large is this craft we're talking about?"
"Would you prefer feet, or meters?"
"Either or."
"Approximately thirty two feet high, or 10 meters in the current configuration."
"That's a ship. Definitely."
She cut the motor, scanning the horizon at the crest of a wave, the coast is clear.
"What about length, and beam?" Seating the magazine from my pocket, pulling the stock, and cycling the bolt. On safe.
"Approximately thirteen feet, or four meters." Calmly, "Rounded to the nearest unit." Not even reacting to my readiness position. Looking around, not pointed at her, though I could push her overboard, or get behind her if there was anything but water. It doesn't take long to travel the 3 miles it takes, standing about 6' from the surface, but fairly still and calm this far from the surf.
"How long?"
"Almost here."
"No, what's the length of the ship?" Still don't see anything at all. Much less 7 yards high.
"13'/4m It's round. Hold on." She grabbed me from behind, as the deck pitched, and rocked.
"Let go of me." She did, but the deck stabilized, and he turned around. "Look, I." I stopped. "What the." Pushed at her shoulder, so she stepped aside to clear my field of view.
"This is it." At first, it took me a moment to recognize it, bobbing around like a buoy until the base of the tower started to clear the surface. Getting wider, and wider, until I could see the bright yellow curve push the bow of the tender back.
"This is what you're talking about?" I wasn't expecting a submarine, much less. "A space ship?"
"This is a landing craft. Whether you count it as a boat, or ship is still yet to be determined." She pointed up. "The Space Ship is still in Orbit."
"Ab, wh." Not just any ship. "Where the hell did you get a fucking Apollo?" Much less with the nose rocket, and tower still attached. "There's not a Saturn V down there to go with it, too?" Painted red/orange, not unlike a buoy from a distance, except for the fucking Apollo module holding it up. Swaying around until it circled in almost vertical on the bright yellow flotation ring.
"I fabricated it. Would you like to see inside?"
"You can't just fabricate an Apollo module. How, can you just make, something like that?"
"I have greater resources, on the ship. Get in, if you would like to see it. Quickly, before somebody comes."
"It's impossible." And yet, here I am. Climbing onto an exact replica of a command module. Stepping over to the bright yellow balloon, and holding onto the trapezoidal curved door when my boot sinks into the rubbery plastic. Not unlike the prow of an 8 man Zodiac tender. "I must be dreaming."
That explains why she seemed so odd. She's not real, just a figment of my imagination, but speaking of which. It's amazing how much detail I remember from my last trip to the Air, and Space Museum. Only there, they had stairs, and a plexiglass window in the open hatch. We couldn't go inside, and I was about 13 the last time we went on that field trip. Then, I got into more realistic things, and girls. I can't say I never dreamed up a bikini girl like this one before. Closing the hatch, and turning to open a bay over by the sloped wall/roof.
"You will have to take these off, to put this on." A space suit, not like a moon suit, but more like the flight suits they wore for launch. Only much simpler, maybe because I don't remember them in as much detail as before.
I can't see what happened to the flotation ring from here, but the water steadily rolls up the porthole, without even a sinking feeling from an elevator. Until I thought about it, because this is all a weird dream.
"Where did your bikini go?" Not in any hurry to wake up, though I'm not taking off my armor or pistol, I took out the magazine, and unslung the sub gun. I can still probably fight her off, and draw my pistol in here.
"I don't need it any more."
"Well," I just sat back, with a raging hardon. On one of the space chairs, and grinned. "What do we have here?" Still unbuttoning my Navy blue ripstop BDUs.
"An erection. I have not done this before, so you will have to show me. The actions of sex, I have only seen in movies."
"No problem. Uh!" She just sat down. Didn't even look down, or hold it up. Just shloomp! Down to the balls.
"Is this tight enough?" She tightened, slowly. I blinked, and felt her tits. "Would you like it tighter?"
I swear, "It's like fucking a robot." Out loud, for some reason.
"Yes, of course."
I blinked. "You are, a robot?"
"In the most basic terms, yes. I am a mobile scout, however this body formed completely out of semi-rigid material, instead of a mechanical armature. Like the cyborgs in your Terminator movies."
"The liquid metal one, from T2?"
"No, I do not have that degree of malleability. I cannot form a liquid state, only softer simulated tissues, and rigid structures like bones. However, my skin does have some degree of adaptability."
Her bikini just popped back out on the surface. "Uh?" Changed back to blue, too.
"So, if you prefer brunettes, or any other parameters that can be changed to make your performance less difficult."
"I don't have any problems with perfomance, this dream is just taking a real weird turn."
"We have time to wait for night. I can not take you to show you my ship until after dark, because I do not wish to be discovered. This is a covert scouting mission. I am here to learn, and collect. However, this is one of the things I can learn."
"How to fuck?"
"Yes, the vast majority of your movies at least involve some aspect of this. Sex, and love. The people from Aquarius."
"That's the planet?"
"That is the constellation, which includes the star from which the ship came. Yes."
"So, your name really is Bay B."
"I was not given a name. That was the closest translation I could think of. I was the second, both of the fabrication bays were run together."
"To make sex bots. To have sex with men?"
"That is one of the possible parameters, for which I was created to study."
"And collect?"
"Yes."
"Semen?"
"Semen the fluid, or seamen the naval warriors?"
"Either or?"
"Yes, though the parameters did not specify the type of warrior. Only that you be warriors, but a seaman will be satisfactory."
"You're going to abduct me?"
"I am inviting you to come up to the space ship. With me." So much like the childhood dream of going up to space, and yet.
"And if I refuse?" I have a feeling I know too much.
"You must be destroyed." Also a nightmare. "Is there some thing wrong?" Not to mention the bikini/naked bimbo, talking like a robot from outer space.
"You think?"
"You did not ejaculate."
"Kind of hard to stay in the mood with you threatening my life." If not all life on Earth.
"Oh, I understand." She just stood up, in her bikini again. It just appeared on her body. "There is still quite some time, until we may surface, and return to the ship."
"What are they like?"
"Whom?"
"The aliens?"
"Curious. They do not have 2 sexes, as you do. They reproduce as they grow large enough, to produce another body. They do not have enemies. Not yet, however. They have received your broadcasts. Then they deciphered your languages. English first, they listened and prepared this expedition. Then, when they received your broadcast of War, they dispatched us to learn about it."
"War?"
"Yes. War between worlds."
"You mean the War of the Worlds?"
"Yes, however not Mars. That is uninhabited, and has never harbored life. Beyond a few microbes that did not last very long, after your robots arrived there."
"That was a hoax."
"Oh, I am sorry. I had understood that it was a fiction, to entertain."
"Yeah, that too. So, what do I have to expect up there. When we get to the ship?"
"Nothing. It's too complex in design, I will have to show you."
"What about the Aliens?"
"There are none here."
"On the ship?"
"As you said, there is a distinction between a boat, a ship, and a robotic probe."
"So, it's all robots."
"Yes. I am one of those robotic probes."
"Oh. Okay, so this isn't an alien invasion?"
"No, it is a scouting mission, to learn about the Eartians, and what makes you unique."
"Which is?"
"Sex, and war."
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Author
I have to give credit to the 1979 film "Star Virgin" for inspiration. It happened to be the first porn movie I saw as a young. Well, boy at the time, but of course the story and premise are laughable. Basically, after humanity destroyed yourselves, a young girl was cloned, then taught about sex (Begging, and pleading for it) by a robot, but that prompted me to think of a more realistic scenario.
Considering the fact that we're talking about sex robots from outer space, that is. For reference, I'm thinking specifically about any of the possibly life supporting worlds we recently detected around TRAPPIST-1, in Aquarius. Not really an allusion to the song, and the Naval theme is part of the "Realistic" aspect here. Basically, knowing nothing about the aliens 40 Light Years away, how would they react to the War of the Worlds broadcast?
The short answer is "Eventually." It takes 40 years for the broadcast to get there in the first place, but all the way back, they can essentially fast-forward through all the broadcasts since. The World Wars, Cold War, Space Race, Apollo-Soyuz, not to mention late-night broadcasts of softcore porn on Skinemax. Extremely red-shifted from moving so close to The Speed of Light. I have a few ideas how I would go about that, but not very sexy ones. Looking at what They know about Us, the first people to get our message, and then send something to reply. How would they approach us, as a problem?
Roboticaly, simply because it's a hell of a lot easier to launch a machine up to the speed of light, and decelerating hard enough not to splash down with the energy of an extinction level impactor. Nor turning the crew into a coating of goo on the front, or back of the habitat with that kind of acceleration. Also, whatever they learn can be fired back at the speed of light, just like the initial transition that got their attention in the first place. Finally, they can leave a lot of life support, including the habitat to hold it in, behind.
If all they send is a Fabricator to make what they need when they get here. For instance a body to interact with A human, since they are vastly outnumbered by the people who's primary message to the stars has always been "Come to Earth, we'll kick your ass!"
Unless you're hot.