───「 Ludwig POV 」───
"Only 10 minutes left."
My hands trembled as I reviewed the final briefing documents. King Ghidorah had awakened, and its wings were advancing toward Earth.
What had begun as a scientific endeavor to understand and combat Godzilla had spiraled into catastrophe. Instead of gaining intelligence on these titans, we had awakened something far worse.
As President Ludwig of the World United Government, I now faced a crisis that would determine humanity's extinction or survival.
The Sun and Planetary Observatory at Lagrange Point L1 confirmed the nightmare: fifteen Wings of King Ghidorah were approaching Earth. Each one posed a threat greater than Godzilla itself. And King Ghidorah itself, now fully awakened on Venus, represented a power beyond any human defense capability.
I had studied the Venusian civilization reports extensively. The fact that Ghidorah's structures hadn't completely weathered after 450 million years defied comprehension. This entity had obliterated an entire planetary civilization—how could Earth possibly stand against it?
Unless humanity discovered some miraculous technology immediately, our only option was to flee. But to where? To the unknown realms beyond "that"? Or build interstellar vessels to escape to distant star systems?
Both options seemed impossible.
"Sir, the meeting is about to begin," my aide announced, interrupting my thoughts.
"Alright."
I followed my security detail into the conference chamber, taking my position at the head of the table. My bodyguards activated their soundproof earphones as protocol dictated, standing vigilant around the perimeter.
The projection screen illuminated with the faces of world lawmakers. Our emergency session had begun.
The first agenda item was straightforward: whether to publicly disclose the existence of King Ghidorah and its approaching wings.
"I object," came the first voice.
"I object," echoed another.
The cascade continued until the vote was tallied: 278 against disclosure, 26 abstentions, and only 3 in favor. The matter was settled in under two minutes.
Most officials recognized that revealing such information immediately after reassuring public speeches would devastate the government's already fragile credibility. The truth about King Ghidorah would eventually need to be disclosed, but not now, and certainly not unfiltered.
"The second issue," I announced, "concerns whether to advance the priority of building global shelters."
This proved far more contentious. Representatives from East Asian coastal regions and Australian metropolitan areas immediately voiced opposition.
Their position was understandable. These regions constituted humanity's front line against Godzilla. Redirecting resources toward global shelters would significantly reduce support for these critical defense zones.
Originally, the discovery of Godzilla's human radar capabilities had diminished shelter construction priority. But with King Ghidorah's wings approaching, shelter construction had become imperative, regardless of preference.
The results: 307 votes cast, with 213 objections, 90 agreements, and 4 abstentions.
Next came weapons production. Each region submitted production projections for space-based defense systems. While earlier weapon designs might prove ineffective, deploying nuclear strike satellites in near-Earth orbit had become non-negotiable—not just for Godzilla, but for the approaching Ghidorah wings.
The timeline was brutal: establish a complete orbital defense line within 40 days. High-energy laser systems would be ideal, but current technology limitations meant relying on our scarcest resource: nuclear warheads.
"Next is the joint request from the European region," I announced. "Europe proposes clearing additional near-Earth orbits outside secure zones to build extraterrestrial spacecraft."
"Opposed."
"Opposed."
The meeting progressed efficiently. This session, determining humanity's future, was nearing conclusion after votes and discussions from 307 lawmakers and 109 officials.
Without warning, the screens went black. The chamber plunged into darkness.
"What's happening?" someone shouted.
"A power outage? How is that possible?! This is the United Headquarters!"
"My phone won't turn on either. Is this an EMP attack?"
"Everyone, please evacuate through the emergency exits!"
The conference hall became a void of panicked voices. Officials frantically attempted to illuminate their surroundings with phones, but only those with non-networked flashlights succeeded.
This was no accident—it was a cyber attack of unprecedented sophistication.
Who could penetrate our security? Which organization had the capability to breach the government's most secure networks?
My mind raced through possibilities, but before I could reach any conclusion...
The power returned.
Lights flickered on sequentially. The projection screen reactivated. Officials halted their evacuation, exchanging confused glances as their phones simultaneously vibrated with incoming calls.
Without user interaction, every device automatically answered.
On the main projection screen, an unfamiliar figure appeared.
"Nice to meet you, humans."
The voice echoed through every device, perfectly synchronized.
"I am the ambassador of the K2002 civilization from the third planet in the black hole galaxy."
My blood ran cold as the entity continued.
"I wish to negotiate a deal with you."
(A/N: BTW the aliens are litteral Space Monkeys in the godzilla verse, don't ask me why it"s just is.)