"Sir, I can explain".
"Do you realize what a tight spot you put the organization in?! Not only is the whole world aware of your 'creation,' but now the government is breathing down my neck," the general growled.
"Sir, I admit it was…impulsive but innocent people were in danger, I had to—"
"That was exactly what they wanted us to think!" General growled, "And you fell right into their trap".
"General if I may interject, how do you know those aliens were that…smart…despite the recent video call?" Kenji asked.
"Watanabe…you do know you're in more trouble than Butteroil right?" Sergeant Collins reminded.
"You two should be punished, you are to be headed into your rooms until further notice!" General decided. Beatrice was in disbelief.
She would've told him off, said he wasn't her father, slapped him, or snarled. She would give him a piece of her mind. "What are you, my dad?! You needed me! Your soldiers wouldn't have lived if not for my creation!"
Truth was she didn't say or do any of that. She was hunched and felt so small. She hated how terrifying it was to deal with people like the General.
"Yes sir", she said in a gentle whisper. General walked away and Kenji walked away as well. The sergeant seemed to want to add something but decided to walk out.
Beatrice seemed upset as she was adjusting some kinks on Delacacie. "Master? May I ask why you are 'not fine'?"
"It's nothing", Beatrice grumbled.
"Is it my fault?"
Beatrice paused and eyed the doll, "No, it's not you. Why would you think it's your fault?"
She confessed, "The outside world was never supposed to know about me. I heard you and Kenji."
"…It is not your fault. I wanted to help out, and I acted brash". Beatrice noticed that Delacacie was still tensed. "We can't change what has already been done. And at least you know well enough what you will be up against".
"Will our enemy send another threat that will harm innocent civilians again?"
Beatrice hummed for a bit. "I must be honest about this…I don't know".
That part was a feeling everyone in the base shared. The Spixans were smarter than they acted. They were playing with Area 53. No one could predict their next move and that was so frustrating.
Humanity was reminded once again how unprepared they were for something most were sure only happened in movies.
"Which dress would you like? Maid café? Overall or thick lace femme dress with long socks?" Beatrice opened the wardrobe. Delacacie pointed at the third option. As Beatrice took it out she made a half smile at the comforting reminder of creating a friend.
Spixan's ship (a couple of light years away from Earth).
"This is getting annoying", The Spixan captain grumbled.
"I must admit, Earth's resistance and how persistent they are is as they say 'ruffling my fingers", a yellow Spixan agreed.
"I was talking about the caffeine mixer, but that too I suppose".
"Well…what is our next move?" Yellow Spixan asked hoping their leader had a plan.
"We search for their most advanced machinery", The captain ordered. "They may be underdeveloped but as we saw their weapon, I know they have a plan B creation".
"You don't know what that is yet?"
"No, but I have an idea. Their creation resembles that of a toy. So let's do our way of playing toy".
"So we're going to abduct rag dolls?" One soldier asked with a soft snicker.
"I think we should use something with more action. Something like…" Captain pointed at a Transformers action figure. "…Bingo".
On Earth more specifically Arizona Kayenta City, a man was driving across the Navajo Nation semi-desert. "Okay, so I am losing sponsors to my web channel because all everyone cares about is this alien invasion", the spokesperson whined.
"Well, they ARE planning to take over. And I don't think NASA or military is going to protect us", the driver reminded.
"You still think we're doomed, don't you? Be positive for once!"
"Clyde, Ross, were we supposed to be expecting a comet or meteor shower right now?" The cameraman asked.
"No, and why are you recording right—wait—did you record the entire car ride?!"
The cameraman ignored the question and instead rolled up the window to film from a clearing position. "It looks light, red but it looks like it's heading to…our direction!"
"Ross! Step on it!"
"You don't have to yell, I am literally by your side", Ross yelled back as he drove faster. The meteor seemed to appear bigger and bigger until…
"Hah! It missed us by a meter. Ross, stop the car so—"
"The meteor just turned in about an angle and it about to—" The cameraman screamed in panic, Ross with fear and Clyde with excitement as the car was hit from behind, sending it flying. The car crashed into a large boulder. Ross was the first to get out and helped the cameraman. He reached for Clyde but he felt an electric zap, preventing him from touching Clyde.
The car started glowing blue, then flashed the color all around. Ross ran away in fear and the cameraman realized his camera was still in the car and chose not to run. Once the flashing dyed down, the cameraman was shocked at what he witnessed.
"Camera guy? Why are you so small?"
"Clyde…? That is you?!"
"Of course it's me! What are you—"
"You just turned into a frickin' Transformer!"
"What are…you…WHAT!" Clyde started noticing his arms looked like parts of the pickup truck all three men were in, as were his legs and everywhere else. Some parts of the flesh were grey. "WHAT IS THIS?!"
Clyde, realizing what this meant, started to run. He needed to get out of here and be far away from everything.
Beatrice was busy experimenting with some chemicals when her phone started ringing. It never rang because she was clearly instructed to not contact the outside world. She picked it up and answered in a low voice.
"Beatrice", a familiar person on the other end spoke.
"Megan? How'd you get this number?"
"You gave me your number at the banquet. Anyway, how are you?"
"Oh um…peachy!" Beatrice just facepalmed at the unintentional high pitch in her voice. "How are you? Things okay in the white house?".
"Not really, I take it you haven't seen what's on YouTube. Involving the alien attacks".
"Another monster?"
Megan grimaced, "More of a robot".
Beatrice swiped to the YouTube icon and looked, some man-like machine with car parts on its body was yelling something about…
"Help me! The comet! The comet turned me!" Beatrice was confused. "They sent us a Transformers character?"