The soft, consistent hum of the spaceship permeated in the background, which filled the cold, dead noise of space. On the bridge of his vessel, the Draconian sat in the command chair and monitored several information panels on the arms of his seat.

All around the room were graphical displays embedded in dark gray walls, and a cobalt blue light glowed from behind the walls’ seams. Some of the display monitors featured complex graphs, while others were readouts of information in a strange alien language.

Additionally, there was one large window for viewing, which showed the beautiful blue, green and brown planet known as Earth.

The door to the bridge noiselessly slid open. The Draconian’s leader, Queen Solis, strode into the most important room on the ship.

During Season 4, Queen Solis had taken Flip Costa into her bedchambers and initiated a series of events that would change the fate of humanity.

After forcing Flip Costa to satisfy her carnal pleasures, she obliged him to battle a fearsome alien named Ja’vek the Dauntless.

The implications were two-fold: firstly, Earth finally became truly aware that they were not the sole sentient intelligence in the cosmos, and second, he Flip defeated the enormous beast then Queen Solis promised to destroy an asteroid heading toward Earth.

Flip Costa won, but at a price.

At the Season 4 finale, Queen Solis transformed Flip Costa into Flip Draco and took him into her control as another member of her Draconium.

“General,” cooly stated the Queen Solis toward the Draconian. “Were there any further updates from the Gold Strike 22?”

“No,” the Draconian replied with his deep, monotone voice. “After your message to the Golden Ben Miller, there was nothing of substance for the rest of the event.”

The queen thought for a moment while Flip Draco and the Dominars stood silently behind her. Her stomach bulged where her and Flip Draco’s gestating child grew.

“Good. At Gold Strike 23 we shall offer the Golden Ben Miller an opportunity to save his Flip Costa. But you see, this shall only end up a display of human weakness and futility and further demoralize their people. Which will make them even more ripe for our invasion.”

“Yes, my queen,” agreed the Draconian. “And what of this ‘Federal Bureau of Investigation’? The Agent Leonard continues to monitor activity at the Gold Strike events.”

Queen Solis quietly walked toward the viewport where planet Earth quietly rotated in space. She placed her hand over her impregnated mid-section.

“They are of no concern to us. If they interfere in our plans, they will be crushed.”

“Yes, my queen.”