Queen Ambassador (Chapter 1)
Your name was Sophia, and you had no idea how you ended up in this mess.
You came from a small town in New Jersey, near the shore but not near
enough to be surrounded by homes that were reserved only for summer
vacations. You considered yourself average, as far as people go, so the
fact that you’d just been ‘abducted’ by aliens was more than shocking to
you. Sure, you knew Earth had established connections with other
lifeforms, it had been all over the news when NASA made contact with
some aliens who had been traveling around in search for allies in some
intergalactic war they were facing, but you never thought that you’d
suddenly be swept up from your home to act as ambassador for the human
race. You were barely qualified, as far as you were concerned.
That’s not what they thought, though. Most of the world’s governments had been negotiating peace with these foreign beings for quite some time, but in order for Earth to be seen as a proper ally to their new friends, a human was meant to come with them. Many had offered themselves up, but the alien’s leader refused. They demanded they pick out someone themselves, only this way could they make sure the ambassador was fit for the job they needed them to do.
You’d been in school when the aliens came. Under orders
of the government, your school orchestrated an assembly for all of those
turning who were or were turning 18 within the next 6 months. The
aliens wanted someone young and willing to learn, but not so young that
they’d be immature. They’d also mentioned they were looking for someone
with strength, for the job of being an ambassador was not easy. The idea
of space travel was more than enough to keep you interested in their
investigations, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to leave Earth. You
were almost out of high school, you’d been accepted into a college
already, and you were looking forward to building your own future. The
fear of not being able to live a normal, happy life was the only thing
holding you back from outright saying you were interested in the
position…but then again, you didn’t think you’d be picked in the first
place, do you didn’t worry much.
That was, until the actual assembly. You sat in your chair, trying to keep your cool as your principle introduced the leader of the aliens you’d heard so much about. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that went through you when you actually saw him, though.
He was huge, and barely humanoid. He resembled
something like a centaur, if a centaur’s lower half was made of a 6
legged insect. His skin was a darkish green color, with silver-grey eyes
and dark black hair to match. You could also knew he bore insect-like
wings on his back thanks to the internet, but they were currently hidden
under some very intricate clothes he wore. Much of his attire was made
up of darker green and blue colors, accented by silver jewelry and a
simple crown-like band to match on his forehead. Not only was he
stunning, but he was very, very intimidating.
“….Friends, my name is Orotorco, 9th leader of the planet you call ‘Spade 8H2’.” His voice, while deep and booming, was obviously not used to using English. He had problems pronouncing his own planet name, and was having even more trouble trying to seem welcoming. You sensed he wasn’t trying to be threatening, and something in you relaxed. If he was making a genuine effort to be kind, you doubt he could be that bad of a person.
“As your principle just said, me and my kin are on a hunt for a
representative for your kind. Only when one is found, can our alliance
be made strong. We have worked in tandem with your kind to find someone
suitable, and we have concluded that someone from this area would best
for the job.” He explained, “My daughter, the next ruler of my planet
will decide who comes with us, for she will be the one you will have to
work with every step of the way.”
Your eyes drifted to the
side of the stage as another alien stepped into view. Much like her
father, she was large and spider-like, but she was bluer in color and
sported some short, pointed horns from her forehead. She wore blue and
purple clothing with white accents, much more simple than her father’s
attire. You were far away from the stage, so you couldn’t see it
clearly, but you’re sure you saw silver rings around her neck,
establishing her role as royalty.
She came to the microphone, her voice just as uncertain as her father’s when it came to speaking English. “My name is Uros, next leader-to-be. I will be assessing potential representatives based off of poise, strength, grace, and talent. I hope you don’t mind me asking questions throughout this process.”
You won’t lie, her voice was like honey to you.
While it was clear she was nervous, you felt something warm blossom in
your stomach as she gazed over the crowd. It was clear you weren’t the
only one, however, many seemed more at ease after she showed up.
After a few more words of encouragement and explanation, your principle dismissed you back to your classes. Uros would be drifting between classes, observing how students worked and questioning those who she thought would fit. It was almost the end of the school-day when she entered your math class. You held your breath as she made her way over to your desk, starring curiously at your paper. You felt embarrassed, to say the least, since your worksheet was barely finished. Instead, it was filled with doodles, making your paper seem messy.
“What are these?” She asked, her voice filled with an innocent curiosity.
“They’re…um, doodles. I’m bored, so I decided to draw instead.” You replied. You were sure you were beet red, too afraid to look her in the eye.
She hummed contemplatively. “Are you allowed to doodle on your papers?”
“Well…not exactly. It’s not encouraged.”
“I see…” Uros seemed to be deep in thought. “Come with me for a second.”
Your head shot up. “Huh?”
“I want to ask you some more questions, but I don’t want to stall your class. Won’t you follow me?” She elaborated, looking slightly worried.
“…Sure, that’s ok, I think.” You followed her out of the classroom, where somebody else waited. You could only assume they were a bodyguard, since they were covered in dark grey-black robes and holding something resembling a spear. Once the door was closed, she began asking more questions.
“What’s your name, human?”
“Did you chose that yourself?”
“No, my parents did.”
“Oh, how odd.” She seemed to lean closer, checking out your facial
features. “Usually around the age of 3, my kind picks their own names.
We’re born nameless.”
You could only nod as a cool hand tilted your head to the side, then traced your jaw. You did your best not to seem uncomfortable, but Uros seemed to notice anyway.
“You’re very stiff. Are you ok?”
Your tongue felt thick, her eyes filled with concern. “Y-yeah, sorry. Not used to this kind of thing.”
“I guess not.” She replied, “Tell me, how much do you like your life here on Earth?”
“It’s…ok. I have a family that cares and good enough grades to get me a good job. I don’t really have a lot of friends, but other people like me enough to talk to me. I’m not unhappy with it.”
“It sounds peaceful here.”
“Compared to other places, yeah. It can be boring, though.”
That seemed to startle her, for some reason. “Boring?”
You shrugged, “Yeah. I like it here, it’s nice and I’m never in danger, but there’s nothing to do. We have the beach and sometimes new people pass through, but it’s not like anything really cool is going on. Unless you count the fact that you guys decided to show up.”
Uros seemed perplexed by this, unsure what to say. The final bell rang out in the halls, releasing students from their classes. You were about to turn around when she called out your name.
“When you get home, pack what you need to travel on a long journey. I’m picking you to be the human representative.”
You didn’t get the time to ask any questions, though. Before you knew it, she was gone, and you were being pushed to the front of the school by the oncoming stamped of students, rushing to get home.
Telling your parents was difficult. You were an only child, and your parents were very scared of losing you. It got even worse when a government agent swung by to give you a list of things to pack, as well as some other items you couldn’t normally buy without some sort of clearance. These items included a gun, a handbook about intergalactic politics (for dummies!), a small list of emergency numbers that would get you in contact with NASA over long distances, and a phone that was specifically made for your position. A regular phone wouldn’t function once off the Earth, so this one was built just with high-tech modifications so it would last. Despite this, it looked practically normal, a lot like an IPhone, in fact.
It wasn’t long after that Uros and Orotorco came to pick you up. Orotorco seemed genuinely sorry for your parents, trying to comfort them by assuring them you’d be well taken care of. You watched numbly as some bodyguards carried out your luggage, all of them in a unifying black uniform. You only snapped out of your dazed state when you felt that familiar cool hand on your back, Uros looking at you with worry.
“This won’t be forever…right? I can come back to visit?”
She nodded, “Yes, you’re not our prisoner or anything. You’re free to return here when your duties don’t keep you from doing so.”
When it was finally time to go, you gave your parents a final parting goodbye and followed Uros onto a small ship of sorts. You felt tears well up as you looked out the window during takeoff, your mother curled into your father’s chest with grief.
You simply could not believe this was happening.
Orotorco’s booming voice caught your attention, seeming to sense your sadness.
“Sophia, is it?” He asked, “I promise we will do everything we can to make you feel at home here. You’re our only hope.”
“Why, though?” You asked back, “Why not someone else, like an actual diplomat.”
Orotorco just sighed. “It’s complicated, you see. It has to do a lot with physical makeup, as well as personality and upbringing. We couldn’t pick anyone. It seems out of all of the people Uros surveyed, you were the only one who met the standards we need in a representative.”
Your mind took this all in slowly. Was it really that specific?
“….Ok, so what do I have to do, exactly?”
“Right! I completely forgot to tell you about that, didn’t I? Me and my kin only chose one ally per generation, so this is a very sought out position by many other species of alien.” He explained, seeming a bit more cheerful. “You will speak on behalf of your planet when working with us, and when the time is right, you will help bring the next generation of my kin into the world.”
You paused for a minute. “Wait, back up. What does that last part mean? ‘Bring the next generation of kin into the world’?”
Orotorco seemed confused, “Ambassadors usually bear children for royalty on my planet. Is it not the same on Earth?”
“No, not at all!” You said, alarm clear in your voice. “Where did that come from?”
“A government agent you spoke to was supposed to brief you on this…I’m afraid there may have been a miscommunication.”
Your head spun as you thought about it. You didn’t want kids! Who was even going to be the father? How was this going to work? They were bug-like and huge in comparison to you…
“Who….Who is my partner.”
Uros spoke up in her usual honey-like voice, seeming a bit embarrassed herself.
It was too much. Without as much as a second thought, you fell over, your world going dark in a matter of seconds as both Uros and Orotorco called out to you. The last thing you remember is cool hands supporting your body, begging you to stay awake.
(Chapter 1- End)
(Hey! My name is O, and this is my first fic being submitted here. This is defiantly going to be multi-chapter, but I promise there will be some good pregnancy/oviposition shit going on up in here! Next chapter should come out soon, I’m a pretty quick writer.
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