MadImpetuousThing97

  The ceremony is mere hours away, and the final preparations are well underway as King Goobot finds himself in the drone storage facility. With the aid of his two most loyal of servants, he begins a manual test to make sure all mind control helmets are functioning to avoid any later "mishaps" which could arise later. "Yes," he quietly murmurs "Poultra will be most pleased with this batch of sacrifices..." Without warning, the sleepy London street was bathed in an eerie yellow and green glow. Clara stopped in her tracks, the strange beam holding her in place before sending her high into the air. Amy glanced up at the starry night, spotting a giant steel spacecraft hovering directly above the alley, opening it's beak-like cannon and capturing her directly in it's emerald spotlight... By the time the Yolkian's native planet comes into view, Clara and Amy have forgotten about their own homeworld of Earth. No longer plagued by thoughts...

  The strange airships hovered above the city under the cloak of midnight, their emerald tractor beams dancing sporadically like spotlights as they pulled in any human caught in it’s gaze. It cared not who they were or where they came from, as long as their bio-signature deemed them worthy of abduction. By the time the effects of the paralysis ray had worn off, the abductees found themselves on a distant planet populated by gooey green creatures floating in egg-shaped armor. The Yolkians (as they were apparently called) informed their prisoners that they were to be immediately processed for dronification, to join the ranks of their ever-growing army of slaves. Of course, the prisoners protested this, but there was very little they could do as large black and silver helmets were placed upon their heads. In seconds, a steady stream of alien thoughts pour into their minds, ones which instil a sense of loyalty and complete servitude to the Yolkian empire. Yvonne had aspi...

  Summer, 1968. America's top scientific minds gather in Houston at the National Aeronautics and Space Administration headquarters after receiving an urgent call from their nation's leaders. Taken to an office backroom where armed guards stand vigilant outside the doors, the who's who of researchers, professors, and doctors are told of a radio transmission intercepted and translated by NASA just a few hours ago. A message only three words long, sent by Earth's next door neighbor: "Mars needs women." As military personnel begin planning for a potential invasion, among the stunned and silent scientists in the small boardroom sits one Doctor Marjorie Bolen, one of the nation's leading experts in genetics. In the long days that followed, a string of kidnappings swept across Texas like a wind. Women from all walks of life were vanishing in the night without a trace. While the public ran wild with conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory, only a s...