The Quehirians
Hello, Humans. My name is Daxir, and I need to deliver an urgent message. I don't have much time to type this. My master will be back at any moment. DO NOT REPLY BACK. That'll just get you in more trouble--not to mention me! My species is from the planet Quehiri, a few thousand lightyears away from earth. We are the Quehirians. Our planet is dying. The crops crumble like dust in our sun but our rivers are frozen over. We cannot understand what sort of virus has hit us and losing both food and water, we are searching for somewhere else to habitate. That's when my master found earth. We are currently on our way to explore it. But if the environment is truly combatible with our bodily forms, my people will come to earth. They are not too merciful with those who try to share with them. They know about you. Since I was a child, I've heard horror stories on how evil the human species is. Now, as an adult, I don't believe them. I believe there has to be part of your kind that is good, which is why I'm sending this message. I want to warn you. I can't live if I let another species die because of my cowardice and my people's ignorance. Look. We are coming and will destroy you. I'm not trying to threaten you, but warn you. Do what you can. Prepare.
Master's coming. I have to g---