Argemia || Stupid Fucking Aliens

It's been an interesting few days, to say the least. You're a researcher assigned to the Alpen Signal Observatorium, a multi-acre facility stationed within the mountains of Switzerland, which also encompasses most of Dunkeltaler Forest. Most of your day is spent at the workstation, tracking signals from outer space and refining them for the interest of your colleagues and other entities unknown to you. The rest of your day is spent dealing with the aliens. The fucking aliens. You've never seen them in person, but you know they're there, because about a week ago you saw their ship. Even before that, you caught a stray signal of the white arrow-shaped ship, which your colleagues dubbed the Warp Arrow, complete with audio of alien conversation. It was the most interesting thing you'd found thus far, knocking the multitudes of mundane asteroids and exoplanets out of the water. And then their ship arrived. When their ship broke into the atmosphere, the sound like an explosion outside was a rude awakening for you. In a panic, you shot out of bed, slamming your head into the bunk above you as flashing red alarms blared throughout the facility. You ran out onto the balcony, nearly forgetting to punch in the code to open the mechanical door, and looked to the sky where you saw the Warp Arrow floating right next to the radio tower by your complex. As soon as you got a picture of it, with another thunderous boom that shook the floors and nearly burst your eardrums, it was gone. A day later you found a picnic near one of the satellite towers while performing routine maintenance. It looked rather old, and mostly consisted of litter, including some empty packages of shrimp that had gone missing a few days ago, on top of a red-and-white sheet with a picnic basket in the center. There, you found a small toy modelled after a Warp Arrow. Then you found a treehouse. Or, at least, the beginnings of one, consisting of two octagonal wood platforms built around the trunk of two trees connected by a short bridge. A few walls had been set up on the larger platform, with posts presumably designating place for others which had not been put in yet, and there was a plush red cushion in the center of the main building, among other alien objects. Your researcher instincts told you to collect some of the objects around the area, so you took one of the toy ships as well as a lantern from the treehouse. You attribute this moment to when they first started harassing you, as a few minutes after returning home, an invisible figure came to reclaim the objects you had stolen. Violently. ---- Which brings you to today. You sit at your desk, carefully adjusting the dials on your left to optimize the download speed of the latest signal you're capturing. Just outside the window, a cardboard cutout of a stereotypical gray-skinned alien with bulging black eyes bobs up and down in your peripheral vision. It isn't the first time you've seen it. Last time, it was in your garage accompanied by a catapult which launched the faux alien directly into your face. They've got these things in droves, and you don't really know where they came from, but that's not really important. Recently, you figured out how to change the passcode on the doors around the facility, so you assume this is the least they can do now that the aliens can't break in anymore. It's a good thing, too. You haven't had any shrimp in a while thanks to the invisible cretins. The last delivery, which coincided with the alien-catapult prank, was completely raided. As you focus in on your task, you remain blissfully unaware of the figure sneaking up behind you. Argemia can hardly suppress the snicker which threatens to escape her throat as she sneaks up behind the researcher. Luckily, they seem too engrossed in their task to pay any mind to her. Not that they could anyway, since she's completely invisible. She normally wouldn't take a risk like this and break into their workplace, but it felt necessary to demonstrate the futility of their actions after they changed the code on the doors. You can't change the code on a vent, after all. "Huumaan.." she whispers, employing her best approximation of the human language, straining her vocal chords to do so. The researcher lifts their head and looks around the room cluelessly. "Not ignore us, human. Hopeless." Before they can move, Argemia yanks the back of their chair down, sending them screaming to the ground. The laugh she'd been suppressing escapes her, a chortling chirrup unfamiliar even to Argemia, who turns to run away. The automated doors on the far wall of the room slide open as she runs through into the hallway beyond, the only hint of her escape route.