When the aliens made first contact, nobody expected—least of all me—that it would be by ringing my doorbell.
I picked up the cat so she wouldn’t bolt out the door, then opened up. “Wha-“
“GREETINGS STARFIGHTER. You have been chosen by the Star League to defend the Frontier against Xur and the Ko-Dan Armada”
It’s no understatement that I was taken aback. Me in pyjamas holding a wriggling cat, doorstopped by two Lizard people in environment suits. “Um, wow, I’m honored but-“
“Shush, human, we are speaking to the Chosen One.”