Next chapter. You know the drill.
Bobby sat in the white, sterile observation room table wearing nothing but a weak smile and tightie-whities, his green face rather red with shame as the extremely tiny female Irken doctor drone examined him. He had never seen a girl-Irken before, and all his life dreamt of what it would be like to finally meet one. However, he never imagined this long awaited first meeting would be with him sitting on a cold metal table, stripped bear down to his unmentionables as she pricked and prodded at him with needles and such. He squirmed with embarrassment.
She didn't seem at all interested in him as she scanned him over with a strange x-ray device. She frowned. Her enormous, pretty blue eyes became tiny thickly lashed blue slits.
"You have absolutely no genetic inhancements. You don't even have a PAK" , she said in a soft, melancholy voice.
"A what?"
" A PAK. It's a device that all Irken smeets receive at birth. Look, " she said, turning around. On her tiny back was a round blue polka-dotted little metal pod.
" It's everything an Irken would ever need to survive. It has tools, personal information, a transmitter. It sustains us with energy, so there's no need to sleep or eat, and it"-
" Wait. You guys don't eat? That sucks, " he laughed with a smile.
She didn't even smirk. " We can eat snacks for pleasure. But only the drones that work in the Massive, Invaders, and the Almighty Tallest ever get to eat any snacks. Hold still please."
She pointed a strange, drill-like device at his forehead and swiftly inserted it into his skull. It didn't hurt, but the very idea made Bobby scream and jump off of the table, sending the poor little doctor drone flying across the room. Long, spidery robotic legs shot out of her PAK and caught her mid-air. She dangled there, staring surprized and wide-eyed at Bobby.
" What did you just do to me?!?! Oh my god, oh my god!!" Bobby cried, clutching his head.
"Please calm down, sir. It's just a Truth Data Retrieval Probe. I was ordered to implant one in your brain so that the General might be able to know everything you've experienced on Earth", said the little doctor drone, lowering herself to the floor as her electronic legs retracted into her PAK.
" What? Couldn't he just ask me?!" he cried.
" He wanted to be sure you weren't lying. Calm down, sir. It'll only take a few minutes to download the data, and then I'll take it out."
After a minute, Bobby consented to sit down again, rubbing the area around his forehead where the probe protruded and grimaced to himself. The little doctor hesitantly came back to him, and began scanning him again with another device. Her ever-present frown returned as she worked. Sally always told him that he should always behave like a gentleman with girls. Bobby's conscience smote him.
"Hey…." He said after a moment's pause. "I'm-I'm sorry I hit you, Miss. It just freaked me out alittle, that's all…I've never been...brain-probed before."
The little drone looked up and seemed to be surprized at his apology.
" Oh…Well, it's alright," she said awkwardly. Her lashes fluttered momentarily, her frown deepening, as she returned to her work. She seemed very focused.
Bobby shut his eyes and gritted his teeth as the little doctor pulled the probe out of his brain. He rubbed the spot, surprized that there wasn't even a scratch on him.
" Wow, that was so weird," he murmured.
She handed him his blue jeans and t-shirt. "You're all finished, sir."
" Thanks", he said. "Say…What's your name, Doctor?"
The little drone's huge blue eyes grew even wider, as her long curling antennae twitched. " Why? What have I done wrong?" she asked nervously.
"Nothing, nothing. I was just trying to be friendly I guess," Bobby said, perplexed by her reaction.
" Oh", she said. She looked confused. " My name is Jitt. Goodbye, sir."
She then bowed, turned and walked briskly out of the room. Bobby got dressed. Everything was so strange here. He couldn't believe he'd just had his brain probed.
He gazed anxiously at the door, wondering what would become of his silver cruiser. Maybe they would let him get his things out at least. He opened the door and saw a handful of armed guards waiting in the corridor. They clutched their weapons when they saw his big head poking out.
"Oh, uh, hi. I was just wondering, could I maybe get some things out of my ship? That is, if it isn't too much trouble, " he said.
"No, sir. We have orders to see that you remain in the observatory room until further notice. Please remain in the room at this time, sir. Our apologies," said the leader of the little green guards.
"Okay," Bobby said uncertainly, and he shut the door. What was going on?