One stable part of Lacey's brain thought 'Me and my big mouth', the rest of her brain just froze completely as she stared at the giant robot looming over her and clearly aimed at her. She couldn't even find the will to scream as she was so frightened.
She barely heard the phone pick up, and she heard one of her friends in her neighborhood asking, "Hello? Lacey, are you there? Hello? Did the date go well or not?".
Lacey barely managed to whisper, "Help.", and her friend's voice sounded confused, "What? Can you speak up? Lacey!".
"Help me!", Lacey spoke up louder, and the robot whirred, its big eye moving directly at her, and Lacey finally screamed as she ran from the crater that was obviously created by the ginormous robot, hearing the familiar sound of a traffic jam almost like multiple cars are coming, along with news helicopters...
Turns out they saw the light, smoke, and everything, and before Lacey knew it, she was escorted back to town by officers, luckily not flashed as it turns out a giant, giant outer space alien robot isn't easily covered by the government as well, a literal town saw it pass by and all.
As soon as dawn approached, everyone had a better look, and it was more than they could imagine, with the news reporting everywhere in every nation about the appearance of the robot, and of course, there were attempts to initiate contact, but as it turns out, well, not even the government was successful to stop the robot from getting up and going on a rampage.
Somewhere else, deep within Washington, D.C, in a secret place, many leaders have convened together to find solutions, and the head leader himself, the US president, Thomas J. Marshall is at odds.
Marshall certainly had some history to back up his name; the great grandson of Stuart Bradford Marshall, brother of Gen. George C. Marshall, Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces during WW2 and proponent of the Marshall Plan that helped rebuild post war Europe and earned a Nobel Peace Prize. Thomas J. Marshall, on the other hand, had the usual political rise; well-connected from the Ivy League, runs as a state representative and then a US Senator before earning his party's nomination and then the presidency. Marshall had the typical average presidential ratings; nothing too scandalous nor society shaking as say ones like FDR or JFK; more of just keeping the boat steady. Which certainly hit one hell of an iceberg with the resent extraterrestrial contact.
Marshall rubbed the ridge of his nose as he heard the multitude of voices talking over one another, trying to be louder than anyone else, and he thumped the table with his fist, "Shut up!".
Immediately, everyone got quiet, and Marshall sighed deeply, "I couldn't emphasize enough of the situation we're in, gentlemen and ladies. We have thrown almost all of our arsenal at this robot, and the robot either diverts them away or eats them up, and no, I am not going for nuclear bombs. We already have nationwide panic as far as it is. So, if anyone has any chance of an impressionable, heck, even impossible idea, speak up.".
Some obviously sat back down with the nuclear option. For some, that might have been their own last real option against this thing.
"Mr. President.", one man spoke up. "Conventional forces aren't working; whatever we throw at it pretty much shrugs it all off. Now either that's due to thick armor or reflective technology that's beyond our comprehension...".
"This machine's path has no rhyme or reason; if it's indeed intelligent, it clearly doesn't know about command and control, or it would've dropped on the capital first before attacking.", another man said.
Marshall looked around as he sighed and sat back down, "So... nothing?". There was a quiet cough amongst one of the men before all eyes turned to the Director of the CIA, "Mr. President... there... might be a long shot from my department.".
Marshall raised an eyebrow, "How so?", and the Director of the CIA exhaled, "There's a particular portion of my department that is rather unique. May I have your permission for my man to present the solution to our current situation?".
Marshall sighed, "Does anyone else have anything to add?", and shakes of heads answered him, and then Marshall nodded, "Alright, lead away.".
The Director nodded, and replied, "General Warren Monger, you're in.", and out of the shadows near the stairs came out General Monger, determined to make the solution alluring enough to the President. He couldn't believe that this would be the miracle that everyone in the base was hoping for.
Well, he couldn't dare to fail Barnes, and the ladies, especially the one who's expecting, not that he's going to tell the crowd that particular fact, knowing that some people would grab the opportunity to seize chances of learning how Quantonium works...
The story of Susan's capture by Schmidt actually gave him nightmares for one night, after Bucky remembered it all somewhere in the past decade, and after finding out that Susan has an eidetic memory, well, he is glad that he's not Schmidt otherwise he'd find a reason to kill him for hurting Susan when she was practically helpless.
"Mr. President, gentleman, ladies...", Monger bowed as the director motioned him to take a nearby seat. "This is very unorthodox but desperate times call for desperate solutions.".
"General Monger here is the head of a CIA program that's been running since 1950. Completely classified by Presidential Executive Order under the Truman Administration.", the CIA head explained. "Order 10221B-4010; hidden from Congress and the public."
"1950? What is this? Roswell? Area 51?", one man spoke up. "Something similar along those lines... but less from space and more from our own world.", Monger said. "My unit... has been responsible for the capture and imprisonment of monsters.".
There was a brief silence before Marshall spoke up, "Go on.". Obviously, some were surprised by that, but Marshall was certain that the director nor Monger wasn't pulling some sort of prank on him. Not at this time with the gravity of the situation.
Monger spoke on, "We currently have 8 monsters, and each one is special on their own.", and the director of the CIA gave a signal to somewhere in the back, and the biggest one of the TV monitors turned on, showing an old-timey reel, and then showing B.O.B.
"First of all, we have B.O.B, an indestructible, gelatinous blob who eats everything, and ends up with no scratch. He was captured in 1958, somewhere in Ohio, after eating up about half a bridge.". Feminine screams echo out from a corner somewhere, and Monger sighed, and continued on.
Another picture reel appears, showing Link, and Monger introduces him, "Now, this is the Missing Link, the very example of how humanity evolved. He's about 25,000 years old, and he was discovered in 1961. He went on a spree, heading to his old watering hole, Cocoa Beach in Florida, and luckily was caught before he would have slipped off into the ocean.".
"Is this for real?", Monger could hear one person say. "Sir, if you wish, we can bring you to the facility to see it firsthand if you wish. The same goes for you, Mr. President. Just in case anyone wants to have no doubts about this.", Monger said as the room went quiet again as they went to the next photo of Cockroach... before the change.
"Now then, this here, we have given him the name of Dr. Cockroach. One of the most brilliant minds in the world who, in 1962, tried to make the human body more resilient based on the survivability of a cockroach. Remember, this is the Cuban Missile Crisis at that moment so you could see the appeal of being able to take strong amounts of nuclear fallout. The experiment worked... with some bad side effects.". Cue Cockroach's current picture that clearly upset quite a number in the room.
Monger then continued on, "Then we have Insectosaurus.", as the picture changed again, showing a movie-reel of Insecto eating Tokyo. "In 1969, with the nuclear bombing tests, the fallout has transformed a tiny, harmless caterpillar into a 300ft insect bug, and of course, he thought Tokyo was supper, thinking the city was a bowl of salad and all, and causing chaos accidently.".
"Did someone say that the robot is about 300ft tall too?", Marshall asked, and nods rang around, and Marshall hummed, "Continue on.".
Monger then nodded, taking a deep breath, as the picture changed once more, showing King Kong, "Now, this is King Kong, a giant gorilla of over 75 ft when he stands, and at shoulder level, 50 ft tall. He has abilities of super strength, agility, flexibility, and powerful gymnastic tactics, and he's able to shift to human form, either giant or small.".
Widened eyes and dropped jaws were seen around the room as Marshall spoke, "He's literally real?", and Monger replied, "More or less. I don't know how people got word of him, but yes, King Kong is real. He was captured in 1973, off Skull Island which is somehow untraceable and all since the island seems to keep moving where we couldn't get atop it apart from brief windows of opportunity.".
"Now we have this one... who, it's complicated, but this here is Staff Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes, who came to us in late '84.", Monger changed to Bucky's picture. "He has the ability to shift himself into a large wolf or a werewolf at times, thanks to a special energy that also resides in Kong and two of our recent arrivals. Barnes' story is actually very strange... he's a man out of time and space. He was close with a member of a special OSS research project during the war... a man and a woman who ended up becoming 50 ft tall to fight a woman the Nazis made to 100 ft tall."
"Wait, how have we not heard of that?", some man asked.
"Because he's from a parallel world similar to ours. The same scientist that created the Nazi giantess abducted the child of Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter, the allied giant and giantess. Barnes himself had recently gained the same energy from them too in that world before the three of them and members of the 101st launched a rescue mission into Austria in 1944. The scientist was meddling with portals, trying to save the Reich but a malfunction happened that ended up sucking Barnes and the child through and dropping them into our world.", Monger replied.
Looks of shock and disbelief was seen around the room, and Monger continued on, "Of course, we gave him the name of Shadow Beast for his ability. And now, last but not least, the adopted sisters, Ginormica and Giganta.", as the picture then changed to show the video of the capture of the sedated women.
"Giantesses, but different in their own ways. Ginormica, the one with the short brown hair, that is the child of Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter. Upon encountering the special energy, she returned back to who she was, as the portal had repressed her powers when she was sucked through. She can turn invisible and create force fields of any size and shape. And of course, she can size-change from giant to Amazonian size, is super strong, and agile.", Monger replied.
He then continued on, "And as for Giganta, she is still discovering her powers, but she is super strong and agile like her sister, and size-change at her will too.".
"So, General Monger...", Marshall stood up. "You're trying to tell me that perhaps our best option to defeating this alien robot... are these eight monsters you've just showed us?".
"Well, it's better than nothing, sir, we can all see that. It's that or trying to nuke it, and even then, we don't know if it won't simply vaporize the missile midflight or take the entire explosion and still be unaffected.", Monger said.
Marshall exhaled, thinking carefully for a few moments, with everybody else quiet, waiting for him to speak, and Marshall then nodded, "You have a very good point, General. And we have truly tried everything else. And I suppose the odds are a bit better now since it's 8 against one. Alright, General, let's go with your plan.".
Monger smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. President, and there's one last thing I must ask.", and Marshall blinked, "Oh?".
"As you now know, your predecessor, Truman has set out orders to have all monsters imprisoned forever, and well, only a president can change the order.", Monger replied. Marshall looked at Monger, "You want me to give the monsters absolute freedom?".
"Sir, when Truman passed the original order, we just fought a brutal war to determine the future of civilization against the absolute tyranny of fascism. And then we were soon worried about Stalin and the red tide of his ideas of Communism. Mao and the Red Chinese won the civil war, North Korea invaded the South, and the Soviets just detonated their own A-bomb. The Red Scare was in full swing, and Truman and his advisors thought better that the American public focused on at least what they deemed as 'a reasonable threat' as at least the Soviets were mortal men themselves.", Monger began.
"But now times has changed. The Soviet Union is gone, we won the Cold War. So now what's the point of keeping this piece of the past going?", Monger then sighed, "I've watched over these monsters for quite some time... and despite their appearances, they're all still fairly normal as any person in this room. Insectosaurus is the odd one out, of course, but we've perfected on how to keep him docile and not a threat to others. And that's what the rest of them are... not a threat.".
Marshall looked at him, seeing that he's serious and deeply invested in this. Marshall exhaled, "On this day, of the 21st century, on June 9th, the Friday, in the year of 2007, I, Thomas J. Marshall, the 43rd President of the United States of America, recede the executive order of my predecessor, Harry S. Truman, the 33rd President, and in my power, I officially permit the executive order of giving the monsters under General Warren Monger's charge, their absolute freedom, and let it mote be.".
"Thank you, sir.", Monger gave a small smile as he bowed. "I promise you that at least they'll give it their all.".
"But you're still not sure it might work?", Marshall raised an eyebrow. "With this robot, Mr. President, no one can be sure about anything.", Monger replied.
Marshall sighed, "Point taken, General.", before nodding, "You are dismissed. And be quick. Sooner or later, the robot will be close to major cities.".
Monger nodded, "Yes, sir.", and smiled gratefully at the Director of the CIA before leaving the room, and as soon as he's in one of the hallways, with no other people seeing, he pulled a fist, grinning victoriously.
He cannot wait to tell the news to everybody! They will be so stroked! He exhaled deeply, adjusting his suit, heading for his serviced car, to the airport for the plane which is waiting for him.
Elsewhere, back in the base, unknowing the biggest news of their lives yet, the monsters are going through another usual day, with Dr. C finally putting the last touches on the sonogram. Not trusting the men outside the inner prison walls, Tara is trusting Dr. C to make a sonogram machine, wanting to see her baby.
"So, remind me again, Tara, when exactly this happened with Derek?", Dr. C asked as Tara sighed and prepared herself.
"Well, it's been about three weeks since... that day...", Obviously referring to her ruined wedding and being a naked giantess which she would consider the worst day of her life; that she was aware of, Susan obviously had a different idea for that. "And before then... I'd say almost two months?".
"So, we should be towards the end of your first trimester.", Dr. C said as he was looking upon things over.
Tara exhaled nervously as she rubbed her belly, feeling an emerging baby bump, "Is it weird that I don't have morning sickness?", and Dr. C replied, "Not really. Not all women are the same.", as he connected a cord with another, and the sonogram turned on.
"Here we go. Susan, can you put the gel on her?", Dr. C asked politely, knowing that even if Tara trusts him, she still gets creeped out by cockroach skin touching her, even if Dr. C is more human than the guys outside in the inner section of the building.
"Sure.", Susan slowly started to place it on Tara's stomach as she had a chill from the cold gel. "Easy... don't shake too much.".
"You try this...", Tara rolled her eyes. "You know, the Quantonium also might be affecting the child too.", Bucky said. "Steve and Peggy didn't even know Susan was coming until Peggy's water broke. This stuff can be really strange at times.".
"Affecting?", Tara sounded worried. "In terms of your morning sickness.", Bucky calmed her down.
Tara nodded lightly as the sonogram machine pulls out a scanning tool as Tara is still 25 ft tall, and a pitiful little tool wouldn't work, so the scanning tool is bigger and stronger, moving over Tara's stomach right from the ridge to below the belly button.
Dr. C pushed buttons, "Almost, almost, ah, here we are.", as the huge TV monitor, which was made from old computer parts, old tv parts, and even some mirror parts, began to reveal the crystal clear, if slightly fuzzy picture of the baby.
Tara gasped in awe, falling in love with the baby at first sight, "Oh, my god...", and Dr. C hummed in thought and a bit of surprise, "You are certainly almost 2 months along, but the baby, wait, he is already 3 months otherwise I'd never be able to see the proof of the gender.".