Name: Jason Brim
Jason thrust his fist forward in one last strike against the punching bag he had in his apartment. It was his way of dealing with nervousness or anger. And right now he was definitely nervous. Two days ago a package had arrived for him. It was from the aliens that had come to their world a year ago. Humanity already knew about their plans to take a select few on a journey through space, and the package contained a holographic message telling him he had been one of those selected. His mother and little brother were sad that he was going, but he was a grown man and it was his choice in the end. Someone like him, whom had always loved the sci-fi genre and had been a caretaker of an observatory for three years now, wouldn't never give up a chance like this in his mind.
And then suddenly there came the device. A circle of some kind on the ground that would teleport him to the ship along with it. Maybe his watch was running slow as he was supposed to have another 5 minutes to get cleaned up and grab his things. But oh well, it would be rude to let this alien waiting. He quickly grabbed a wash cloth to clean off the sweat, dried it off, and went to grab his bags. For a moment he stopped, looking at his phone before smirking. They would be out of reach of any reception soon enough. He wouldn't have use for such a device, yet he had almost grabbed it out of habit. The same with his house and car keys, whom he had already put into his pocket. After returning everything he figured he wouldn't need to their places in the apartment he grabbed his two bags and stepped onto the platform. As soon as he did a voice sounded from the device. "Identification in progress." It spoke. And a moment later it followed with "Verified." And before he knew it, Jason's vision disappeared, then reappeared a moment later.
Now he was in a totally alien environment. The ship looked unlike anything he had seen in the sci-fi classics. And even most modern sci-fi movies seemed to get it wrong. Efficient yet soft shapes, translucent panels, neon-like lighting here and there, and in one part he could see through the wall as if it was a window. And there he stood, now aboard an alien ship, soon to meet the owner...in his work-out clothes. "Great start Jason...you better not disappoint this alien, as you'll never get this chance again." He thought as he walked to the transparent part of the wall. He could see some of the ship. Or rather, he couldn't. A camouflage? Something else? So many mysteries already...