A Yautja's Handmaid
Ch. 1
Beth Jacobs.
Word finally got out that aliens were actually real.
Secret classified videos and pictures surfaced, news channels across the world and newspapers had it on their front covers, We are not Alone.
They came to earth with not only knowledge and weapons but with a problem.
Over decades, the females of their kind were becoming infertile, generation after generation saw declining of offspring and some of those that were born, didn't survive long.
Their species was in danger for decades to come.
They came to us with a problem in which we had a solution, give them women. Our DNA was close enough to allow us to breed, to create hybrids. Help them solve their crisis and they would stop hunting us, they would give us solutions. Give us resources, fossil fuels, an insight on species and history. Information about the world in the sky that we have never seen, help stop future wars on earth.
Everything that the humans wanted, up to a certain point, if we gave them women. We had no say in the matter, it is what's right, they said. It's what the human race expects of you. They're an extraterrestrial species with morals and codes; there was no such thing as making test tube babies or creating another way. They need us.
Women from 18 to 30 years of age, with no medical conditions, and passing mental health exams perfectly, were put into folders.
Our faces, our names, our birth place, blood type, everything you could possible thing of, was placed in that folder and given to them to make their choice.
If you were picked it meant great honor, you'd be seen to them as godly, a gift. You would be theirs for as long as they needed you.
My name is Beth Jacobs, on October the 31st 1999, I was picked.