Jump 199: Independence Day

Jump 199: Independence Day
...eh, it's not entirely complete? But it's jumpable enough. Let's do this.
>Queen of Swords, reversed: One who easily sees the weakness in any argument, and savages friend and foe alike with biting sarcasm.
>Age: 28
>Location: Tokyo, Japan
>Scenario: La Resistance (-200)
>Identity: Scientist (-100)
>Drawbacks: Add More Filler (+200)
I will probably live to regret this one.
>PhD (Free, Scientist)
As if that means
>Shut Up And Listen (800, Scientist)
>It's A Countdown (600, Scientist)
>Genius (300, Scientist)
The rest of my points go into the new alt form; I rolled digital, so I'm assuming this is for whatever robotic body I've got. Because if I'm going to build a form from scratch, I'm going to give it 1300 points' worth of abilities. That is, Wings, Adaptability, Camouflage, Multiple Limbs, Free Access, Procesing Speed, Longevity, and Echolocation.

So I was in a ship that crashed in Japan. On July 1st. I tried to reach out to the government and tell them what was going to happen, and I got locked up immediately, of course. I told them absolutely everything I could, and I still got locked up. Regretting, a bit, the decision to not just go Full Jumper.

I broke out, tried to take it further and the news of me trying to get to the prime minister on July 2nd in a more human-looking body was suppressed because of course this would have all of Japan freaking out much worse. Instead of letting them throw me in a containment facility with a city destroyer over it, I skip town and head toward North America to manufacture a meeting, because I know everyone is going to be going to Area 51.

And so, when the time comes that they go into the chamber where the alien corpses are preserved, they find me studying them in a robotic form that looks vaguely like an NS-5, with the uncanny valley turned down a little bit by way of not having a human-looking face. Not quite a flashlight for a head, but close.

>"Uh, this is, this is the vault. Or as some of us have come to call it, the fre- what the hell!?"
"Oh, hello. Sorry, I only got here yesterday and Japan wasn't listening to my warnings. You are the American delegation, yes? I mean you no harm, please do not point your mass drivers at me."
>"Who and what are you?"
"My name is Crux, I am not from this world. I crash landed not far north of Tokyo on July first. I was hunted by ... I suppose it would translate to 'harvesters' in this language, and I want to help your species survive. Unfortunately I hadn't been traveling in anything with weaponry capabilities. You see, this species' behavior is akin to ... locusts, they travel from star to star and stripmine resources."
>"They... stripmine? Can there be no peace? If we let them take some of our resources-"
"You don't understand, mister president. When I say strip mine, you think stripping a mountain to get to the coal. They'll strip the planet to mine the molten core of your planet, that is what they are most interested in because it is the easiest thing to manipulate, and they came here before the second planet because if they go there first you'll know what they want. Not only are they greedy, they are lazy. They'll leave the first and fourth planets because they have no molten core. Depending on which of the harvester queens have come here, they may send ground soldiers to exterminate your people for their own amusement. Some of them work for efficiency's sake. Some of them work for their own pleasure, twisted as it is."
>"My God. How can we stop them?"
"They're somewhat similar in composition to you, with the exception of their communications. They're telepathic. Beyond that, once you can get past their biomechanical suit your slug throwers would be quite effective. It's a matter of getting past their technology. They tend to leave no species behind that knows of them. I should know; there are no others left like me anywhere, and I have been looking."

Of course after this happens they ramp up the paranoia and lock me up. Acceptable, as long as they take what I have to say to heart. Except being locked up for twenty years is annoying. I'm really irritated that I didn't get to change anything.

But, since I'm an asshole to xenos, I give humanity oodles of tech while I'm locked up in exchange for gradually upgrading my living conditions.

When the time comes that the aliens come back, they're not dealing with upcycled F-22's because those looked horrible and I hated them. They're dealing with scratch-designed single man fighters with enough firepower to make the harvesters panic. And then they're dealing with three battlestars with shields and directed energy weapons that cripple said harvester vessel, as big as it is, and force it to crash on the moon to be picked apart at humanity's leisure.

When the news of this comes in to me in my cell and they decide to let me out afterward (on condition that I at least try to blend in), all I can do is smile.