It is a warm morning as I run through the desert. The sky is orange as the sun starts to rise over the horizon. The terrain was rough, scattered red step like escarpments disrupting the plains. Cacti and rocks scattered across the plains.
I was running out to my favorite rock tower, which is not popular among the tourist sites. I can visit without worrying about seeing another human. I do not know why this rock structure has such interest to me. It is not particularly special, but I feel drawn to this location.
I moved out here to the middle of nowhere, Arizona because I just could not be myself around other people. I spent a lifetime in the Army hiding my true self from everyone. I did my job, but I just never fit in with the other soldiers. In my heart I was born in the wrong body, I had no idea how to express this until I was well into my career. I moved out here so I could gain some semblance of self without the resentment and ridicule I would get in town. I was Kevin, but now I like to call myself Kara.
I have a smaller physic, tall and skinny. It has not helped my self-esteem any, always being the skinniest boy in the group. It really effected my relationships with woman as I never felt comfortable to be myself around them. I tried many times, but they always failed, and it was my fault, I just could not be the loving husband that they wanted me to be. I just figured I was better off alone. That is why I find myself out here on this morning running in the middle of nowhere, alone with my thoughts.
I got close to the end of my route when the ground underneath me started to shake. It knocked me onto my ass. A few of the rocks from the tower fell and a large crack opened at the base of the tower. Curiosity got the better of me and as I got to my feet, I walked slowly towards the hole looking inside. It was dark inside, but I thought I saw a small light deep in the hole.
Working my down the hole keeping my hands on the wall to keep my balance. The light started getting bigger, I was able to tell that the grade was sloping downward. The wall started to become smooth and cold to the touch. The ground also became smooth. My hand touched upon a raised flat section on the wall. It glowed to my touch. I jumped back. A door behind me closed cutting me off from the from the surface.
More lights came on revealing a corridor. There were doors on the left and right of the corridor, but they would not open. The last door at the end of the corridor slid open as I approached, revealing a large room. A large screen filled the far end of the room, there was a large chair sitting in the center. A robotic voice sounds with a simple command, “SIT.”
“Hello,” I replied into the room. Silence was the response I got back.
Walking over to the chair, I sat down in it cautiously. Metallic clamps clasp my arms, legs, and body to the chair.
“Welcome pilot.” the same robotic voice says.
“What’s going on,” I ask.
“I am preparing you to be fulfill your duties as the pilot” the voice said.
“What does, that mean. And who are you?” fear creeping into my voice.
“Your body will be modified to be able to operate this ship in way that fits your DNA. I am RXAI-199 the AI for this ship. Just relax and let me do the work necessary.”
As I sat in the strange chair, feeling both fear and curiosity coursing through me, I was bombarded with a whirlwind of emotions and questions. RXAI-199's words hang in the air, leaving me bewildered and anxious about what lies ahead.
"Modify my body?" I muttered, trying to process the situation. "What ship are you talking about? And what do you mean by 'fulfill my duties'? I didn't sign up for any of this."
There's no immediate response from the AI. Instead, I started to feel a pricking sensation in my body, like I was stabbed by thousands of needles spreading from the back of my neck to the bottom of my feet. It was an odd mixture of discomfort and pain; unlike anything I've ever experienced.
"Wait, stop!" I shouted, struggling against the clamps that hold you in the chair, but it's futile. RXAI-199 seems relentless in its mission.
As the modifications started, I couldn't help but think about my past. The years of concealing my true identity and the isolation I chose to live with. I wondered if this could be some sort of bizarre opportunity for you to finally be yourself, to no longer hide from the world.
As I slowly regained consciousness, my senses began to return to me. My vision was blurred, and a throbbing headache pulses through my head. I can feel my body, but it's as if I'm emerging from a deep, disorienting sleep.
The room around me was foreign and surreal. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the space, easing the harshness of my headache. I can't recall how I ended up here or what transpired after the AI's modifications.
With great effort, I started to regain control of my limbs. My fingers twitched, and I gradually moved my arms, testing my newfound mobility. The clamps that once held me captive had been released, allowing me to sit up in the strange chair.
I took a moment to survey my surroundings. The room had a sterile, metallic appearance with curved walls and a futuristic design, unlike anything I've ever encountered before. The air is cool and clean, but my parched throat is yearning for water.
Struggling to my feet, I found my balance slightly off, stumbling for a moment before steadied myself. I scoured the room for any signs of the AI, RXAI-199, but it seems that I was entirely alone.
Determined to unravel the mysteries of this bizarre situation, I made my way, albeit shakily, to the nearest door, eager to discover what lied beyond and what this new reality had in store for me.
I still had not looked to see what changes the were made to my body, but I could tell I now had breast. I was covered in a white skintight jump suit. It kept me surprisingly warm considering how thin it felt.
Once I figured out how to open the door, I walked out into a metal hallway. It was lighted to a comfortable level and eliminated shadows that should be in the corners of support structure. My bare feet padded against the floor as I walked in search of anyone else who might be on board.
I tried many of the doors along the way through the hallway. It never diverged or offered me a chance at a change in direction, till I got to the final doorway. It opened automatically as I walked up to it. The room on the other side of door showed a panoramic view of space. There was comfortable looking chair in the center of the room. Along the curved wall in front of the chair were workstations that were unmanned.
“Welcome to the bridge, Kara.” RXAI-199 announced to me. “How do your changes suit you?”
“Umm, I have not really checked out what you did to me. What did you do to me?” I asked the AI.
“While I was scanning your DNA, I found a protein that was out of place. That single protein was what kept you from being female of your species. Once I corrected that error in your DNA, I also awoke long dormant DNA that you were born with. This allowed you to be able to take control of this ship and to fly to the home of your ancestors.”
I stood there in stunned silence as RXAI-199 explained the profound changes that had been made to my body. It was surreal to think that I now had breasts and had been fundamentally transformed into a female. The implications of this alteration were overwhelming, and I couldn't even begin to process what it meant for my future. My body finally fit what I knew it should have always been.
"I... I don't know what to say," I finally managed to stammer, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. "I wasn't prepared for any of this. Flying a ship? Going to the home of my ancestors? It's all so much to take in. Who were these ancestors?”
RXAI-199's response was calm and measured. "I understand that this is a lot to absorb, Kara. But I assure you, the changes made to your DNA were essential for the fulfillment of your destiny. You were chosen for a reason, and the answers you seek will become clear as we proceed. Your ancestor was my original pilot, she was escaping a coup attempt when we crashed onto your planet. We are from the Caravelle Empire, deep within what your scientist calls the Andromeda galaxy."
I walked closer to the panoramic view of space, gazing out at the vastness of the cosmos. It was both beautiful and intimidating, a stark reminder of how much my life had transformed in a short span of time.
As I took a deep breath and settled into the comfortable chair, I couldn't help but wonder about the journey that lay ahead and the mysteries of my newfound purpose as the pilot of this enigmatic ship.
“May I get something to drink, I am quite thirsty?” I asked hoping that I would be able to consume whatever passed for food on this ship. I noticed a hole open in the floor next to the chair and a cup with a milky looking substance in it.
“This is a nutritional drink that will provide you with the proper minerals and vitamins that your body needs. It will provide adequate hydration and will help you restore your energy to full levels.”
Grateful for the prospect of nourishment and hydration, I reached down and picked up the cup of the milky substance. It felt cool to the touch, and I brought it to my lips, taking a cautious sip. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, with a hint of sweetness and a subtle, soothing texture.
As I continued to drink, my thirst was quenched, and my body began to feel more revitalized. It was clear that this nutritional drink was designed to replenish my energy and provide the essential nutrients I needed after the mysterious transformation.
"Thank you," I said to RXAI-199, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and gratitude. "What exactly is this ship, and where are we headed? And why was I chosen for this... mission?"
RXAI-199's response was measured and composed. "This ship is known as the Royal Transport,' a vessel with advanced technology far beyond anything on Earth. As for our destination, we are heading to the home planet of your ancestors, a place of great significance. You were chosen because of your unique genetic makeup and your deep connection to that world. You are the last descendant of my last pilot."
“So, I am here to be able to get you back to your planet? What am I going to do then?” I felt upset that I am just being used as a chauffer for this ship. Though I can’t complain about my body being changed for me. “The 'Royal Transport.' It sounds grand. But I still have so many questions. What secrets await me on my ancestors' planet, and what is my role in all of this?"
RXAI-199 replied, "Kara, your mission is to transport and deliver a valuable cargo to your ancestors' planet. This cargo contains something of great importance to your species and to the inhabitants of your ancestors' planet. It is your destiny to ensure the safe delivery of this cargo."
As I sat in the chair on the bridge of the Royal Transport, questions continued to swirl in my mind. What was the true purpose of this mission? What was the cargo that I was meant to transport? And why had I been chosen for this role?
Unbeknownst to me, RXAI-199 was concealing a crucial piece of information, one that would change the course of my life forever. The AI had a secret, one that it believed I wasn't yet ready to know.
For now, I remained in the dark about my ultimate destiny, focused on the immediate task at hand—piloting the Royal Transport to a distant destination. As the ship sailed through ‘slip space’, I couldn't help but wonder how my life had transformed so drastically, and what awaited me in the unknown reaches of space.
"How long ago did you crash land on Earth?” I asked the AI.
“The ship crashed on your planet approximately three thousand years ago. Unfortunately, before I could repair the ship my pilot died, and I was buried and forgotten about till I sensed your presence. I can only fly if I have a pilot onboard even though you are not needed for actual flight. It is a function of safety for my pilots that I can not leave them stranded anywhere.” The AI informed me.
I found this crazy, three thousand years. “Wouldn’t whatever you were delivering have been considered lost and be useless now after so long?”
“No, we carry the royal jewels, they are needed to operate the full might of the Cavavell Empire. They unlock the most powerful ship in all known space. I am following the beacon signal the Queen Spire which awaits it’s awakening.”
I was taken aback by this revelation. The idea that the ship had been on Earth for three millennia and carried something as significant as the royal jewels of the Caravelle Empire was astonishing. The concept of operating the most powerful ship in known space and awakening the Queen Spire filled me with a sense of awe and responsibility that I could hardly comprehend.
I was still trying to come to terms with the three-thousand-year history of the Royal Transport and its crucial cargo—the royal jewels of the Caravelle Empire, which could unlock the mightiest ship in the known universe, the Queen Spire. The weight of this knowledge pressed on me, and I couldn't help but wonder about the significance of my role in all of this.
"The Queen Spire," I mused aloud, "What is its purpose, and why does it need to be awakened?"
RXAI-199 responded, "The Queen Spire is a vessel of immense power, Kara. Its awakening is essential for the future of the Caravelle Empire. It holds a key to a new era, but there are certain aspects of its function and purpose that are beyond my current level of authorization to disclose. For now, it is enough to know that your journey is of utmost importance."
I nodded, realizing that there were still many secrets to be unraveled on this extraordinary voyage. As I looked out at the endless expanse of space, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead and how my role in this mission would continue to evolve.
"How long will the journey to the Queen Spire take?" I asked, fearing the answer.
"It will take approximately two months to reach our destination while traveling at maximum speed.
I hung my head in defeat. I was going to be alone on this ship for almost two months. I was worried about being bored, I didn't have all the distractions that I was used to. Clothes as well, I needed to find some new clothes. I doubt that I can keep wearing this jumpsuit for two months.
"Where am I going to sleep? I know there are plenty of other rooms that I could not open, one has got to have a bed. What am I going to do about clothes?" I asked firing off question after question.
"You will find the pilot quarters first door on the left after leaving the bridge. There is a closet full of clothes for you to choose from. They will all fit you as you are the same size as my last pilot.
Relief washed over me as I absorbed RXAI-199's response. At least I wouldn't be without basic necessities like clothes and a place to sleep during the two-month journey to the Queen Spire.
"Thank you for the information," I replied, my spirits lifting slightly. "I guess I'll start by finding the pilot quarters and selecting some clothes. It's going to be a long journey, and I'll need to keep myself occupied."
As I made my way to the pilot quarters, I couldn't help but ponder the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead. This unexpected adventure had thrust me into a world beyond my wildest imagination, and I was determined to adapt, learn, and discover the mysteries that awaited me on the path to the Queen Spire.
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I entered the pilot quarters, the first door on the left after leaving the bridge. The room was cozy, with dimmed lighting and a comfortable-looking bed. As I stepped inside, the door slid closed behind me, sealing me off from the rest of the ship.
I admired the white pantsuit I had chosen from the closet, with its low-cut neckline and elegant gold designs over the breasts. It was the kind of outfit I had always dreamt of wearing but had never dared to during my previous life on Earth. The silky fabric draped gracefully over my body, and the intricate patterns added a touch of regal sophistication.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It was a small indulgence, but it made me feel more like the person I had always wanted to be. The outfit was a symbol of the new life and opportunities that had unexpectedly opened before me.
With newfound confidence and a sense of excitement, I returned to the terminal. "RXAI-199, thank you for the clothes. They are beautiful," I said. "Is there anything else you can tell me about our journey or the Caravelle Empire?"
RXAI-199 responded, "I'm glad you like the outfit, Kara. As for the Caravelle Empire, I will provide you with more information about our destination and mission as we progress. For now, I suggest you explore the ship's entertainment options or rest to prepare for the journey ahead."
I nodded, knowing that there was much more to learn about the Caravelle Empire and my role in this grand adventure. As I settled back into the comfortable chair, I couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries that awaited me on the path to the Queen Spire and what kind of ruler I might become in the future.
The sensation of the silky fabric against my skin was a newfound source of delight. I couldn't help but revel in the luxurious feel of the outfit I had chosen from the closet. It was a stark contrast to the rough and practical clothing I had worn in the past, particularly during my time in the Army.
As my fingers glided over the smooth material, a sense of happiness and freedom welled up inside me. It was a feeling of self-expression and authenticity that I had longed for but had been denied for so much of my life. The giggles that escaped my lips were a spontaneous expression of joy, a release of the pent-up emotions I had carried with me for far too long.
At that moment, I realized that this journey aboard the Royal Transport was not just about fulfilling a mission but also about discovering who I truly was and embracing my identity without reservation. It was a journey of self-acceptance, and I was determined to savor every moment of it.
I wandered over to the closet again to look at the clothes again. They were all made from such exquisite fabric. I saw a ball gown in the back of the closet. My eyes went wide with delight. It was so beautiful. I held it up to my chest and spun around giggling.
The discovery of the ball gown and the closet filled with shoes filled me with a childlike sense of wonder and excitement. I couldn't resist the urge to try on the gown, even if it was just for a moment. Carefully, I slipped into it, the soft fabric draping gracefully around me. It was a mesmerizing transformation, and I couldn't help but twirl and spin around, giggling with delight.
The thought of wearing the gown at some point during our journey to the Queen Spire thrilled me. It would be a chance to indulge in the elegance and beauty of the Caravelle Empire, even if it was for a short while. I made a mental note to take extra care of the dress, ensuring it remained in pristine condition for that special occasion.
As I explored the closet filled with shoes, I was astounded by the variety and styles. It was as if I had stumbled upon a treasure trove of fashion from a bygone era. I marveled at the different colors and designs, from the practicality of boots to the allure of high heels.
The thought crossed my mind about the pilot ancestor who had left behind this exquisite wardrobe. I couldn't help but feel a connection to her, even though we were separated by centuries. I wondered what her life had been like, how she had worn these clothes, and how she had navigated the complexities of the Caravelle Empire.
With a sense of anticipation and a newfound appreciation for the history and fashion of the Empire, I continued to explore the closet, excited about the possibilities that lay ahead on this extraordinary journey.
I started to feel sleepy, having spent God knows how long going through outfits and shoes. I figured I would wash before I went to sleep. This would help me relax and hopefully would allow me to sleep well. When it came to bathing, I was a little disappointed that it didn’t involve water. I suppose that I should have realized that storing water for a two-month trip would take up a huge amount of room. The showers had a Sonic cleanser that removed all the dirt and dead skin from my body.
The sonic cleanser left my skin feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and I couldn't help but appreciate the practicality of such technology for a long space journey. As I slid into the sleeping dress and climbed into the sumptuous bed, I was reminded once again of the luxurious comforts that the Royal Transport had to offer.
The bed cradled me like a warm embrace, and I quickly succumbed to the soothing embrace of slumber. My mind, filled with thoughts of the day's discoveries and the journey ahead, gradually gave way to the embrace of dreams.
At that moment, as I drifted off into the realm of sleep, I felt a sense of contentment and wonder. Despite the uncertainties and the mysteries that surrounded me, I was ready to embrace this new life on the Royal Transport, excited about the adventures and revelations that awaited me in the days and weeks to come.
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As I delved deeper into learning about the Caravelle Empire, I was captivated by the intricate details of this vast and diverse society. The matriarchal structure and the multitude of races and planets within the empire painted a vivid picture of a thriving civilization that spanned across different systems in the galaxy.
The descriptions of the ruling race, with their greenish complexion and unique eye characteristics, intrigued me. I couldn't help but wonder how I, as a human, would be perceived among these beings. My transformation, while mostly subtle, had been essential for my survival in space and the empire's atmospheric conditions.
The variety of other alien species I read about further expanded my understanding of the Caravelle Empire's diversity. From furry bipeds to aquatic beings reminiscent of mermaids, each race had its unique traits and preferences, adding layers of complexity to the galactic society.
I realized that I had entered a world unlike anything I had ever known on Earth, and it left me both excited and apprehensive about what lay ahead. The journey to Queen Spire was not only a physical one but also a journey of exploration, discovery, and adaptation to a civilization that was as alien as it was fascinating.
As the days passed on the Royal Transport, I used my newfound free time to become more accustomed to walking in the various heels from the closet. It was a fun and practical exercise that kept me occupied and allowed me to grow more comfortable with fashionable footwear. The ship became my runway, and I strutted around confidently, adapting to the height and style of each pair.
RXAI-199 had opened most of the doors on the ship, revealing its various rooms and capabilities. It was evident that the vessel had been designed to accommodate a support team of twenty personnel, although I found myself alone on this journey. The thought of having companions aboard, even if they were only AI representations, provided a sense of comfort in the vastness of space.
Despite the ability to communicate with RXAI-199, I couldn't shake the loneliness that settled in over time. I yearned for real human interaction, the kind of conversation that went beyond data and information. It was a reminder of the solitude I faced on this journey, and it only reinforced my longing for the day we would reach the Queen's Spire and uncover the mysteries that awaited us there.
Exploring the armory on the Royal Transport was an eye-opening experience. The weapons and armor on display were unlike anything I had encountered during my time in the Army. RXAI-199 provided detailed explanations of how each weapon functioned, allowing me to become familiar with their operation.
Among the array of choices, I settled on a concealable pistol-like weapon that seemed well-suited for close-quarter encounters. Its design was sleek and compact, a reassuring choice for self-defense in unknown situations.
The white armor I discovered was an unexpected find. Its form-fitting appearance was deceiving, as RXAI-199 assured me of its effectiveness. I donned the armor, and as I did, I felt a sense of connection to it, a strange bond that went beyond mere protection. The Caravelle Empire's crest on the helmet and the addition of the gold rays made it feel like a symbol of responsibility and authority.
As I activated the armor, I noticed the biometric lock and the message displayed on the visor. The ability to scan my DNA and respond to my biometric data added an extra layer of security and personalization. The fact that I could activate the shields with a simple press of a button provided a sense of relief, knowing that I would have protection when venturing into unfamiliar environments.
With the armor and weapon in place, I felt more prepared for the challenges that lay ahead on our journey to the Queen's Spire. It was a reminder that this mission was not only about discovery but also about taking on responsibilities and facing the unknown with courage and determination.
As the Royal Transport drew closer to the Queen's Spire, my mind was filled with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. I had spent weeks immersing myself in the knowledge of the Caravelle Empire as it existed three thousand years ago, preparing myself for the mission of delivering the royal jewels. I hoped that my return of the jewels would go smoothly and without causing any unintended problems.
However, the question of what lay beyond that moment weighed heavily on my mind. Once the cargo was delivered, what would be my purpose in this alien society? How would I fit into the Caravelle Empire, given my unique position and background?
These questions swirled in my thoughts as the ship continued its journey, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation about the unknown future that awaited me on the Queen's Spire.
RXAI-199's instructions about the protocol for delivering the jewels and the preparations for my arrival on the Queen's Spire added a layer of formality and importance to the mission. The fact that I would be the sole person capable of opening the case and placing the jewels onto the throne underscored the significance of my role in this endeavor.
Wearing my armor, including the helmet, and the presence of mech guards provided an extra layer of security, reassuring me that the process would proceed smoothly. However, the warning about the potential crowd that might gather at the ship's dock was a reminder of the curiosity and anticipation surrounding the return of the Royal Transport.
The question of who would be ruling the Caravelle Empire in the absence of a known ruler intrigued me. RXAI-199's inability to access current records added an element of mystery to the situation. It seemed that the Empire itself would hold the answers to this question, and I could only hope that my presence would not disrupt the delicate balance of power within the Caravelle civilization.
As the Queen's Spire drew nearer, I braced myself for the challenges and uncertainties that awaited me. This mission had become more than just a delivery—it was a journey of revelation and rediscovery that would reshape my destiny in ways I could scarcely imagine.
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The anticipation in the air was palpable as the Royal Transport approached the Queen's Spire. I stood in my armor, ready to fulfill my role in delivering the long-lost royal jewels to their rightful place. The helmet concealed my face, but I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me.
RXAI-199 had informed me that my presence might draw a crowd as it had been millennia since the ship had crashed and lost communication with the Caravelle Empire. I couldn't help but wonder how the empire had evolved during that time and who might now be in charge.
As the ship docked, the massive doors hissed open, revealing the bustling activity of the Queen's Spire. People of various races and species hurried about, their eyes fixed on the Royal Transport. It was clear that the arrival of the ship had sparked a significant event, one that had long been awaited.
With each step I took off the ship and onto the landing platform, I could feel the weight of responsibility and history pressing down on me. The mech guards, stationed to ensure my safety, stood ready at my side, a visible reminder of the importance of the task at hand.
My helmet's visor displayed a message from RXAI-199, urging me to proceed toward the throne room, where I would complete the delivery of the royal jewels. He provided a map to follow so I didn’t get lost. The crowd watched with a mixture of curiosity and reverence, creating a path for me to follow.
I couldn't help but wonder about the questions that lingered in my mind—how would the Caravelle Empire receive me, and what would be the consequences of my arrival? The journey had brought me to this pivotal moment, and I was determined to face it with courage and conviction, ready to embrace the mysteries and challenges that lay ahead in the Queen's Spire.
The situation at the Queen's Spire had taken an unexpected turn, and tension hung in the air as the Caravellen authorities confronted me. The language that RXAI-199 had taught me during our journey allowed me to understand their words and respond appropriately.
As the guards raised their weapons and ordered me to stop, I acted quickly, activating my armor's shield and signaling my mech guards to assume a defensive stance. I made a clear and resounding announcement to the crowd, explaining my purpose in returning the long-lost jewels of the Caravelle Empire to their rightful place. The gasps and shock from the crowd reverberated in the space around me.
The Caravellen who had challenged me insisted that the jewels had vanished with the Caravelle Queen many generations ago, casting doubt on my claim. He demanded that I show him the jewels and declared my arrest, further escalating the situation.
Before I could decide on a course of action, a sudden and precise attack from one of my mech guards caught the two Caravellen guards by surprise, incapacitating them swiftly. The chaos that ensued sent the crowd into a frenzy, and I lost sight of the Caravellen official who had been attempting to arrest me.
With my mech guards leading the way, I followed closely behind as we continued toward the throne room. The events that had unfolded had only deepened the mystery surrounding my mission, and I couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of my actions on the Queen's Spire and what lay ahead as I moved closer to fulfilling my task.
This was not turning out like I expected. I was under the impression that this would just be me placing the jewels on the throne and getting a thank you for my troubles and I could leave. Now I was involved in a shooting. Would it still be murder since it was a machine that fired. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. God I was going to end up being hunted and killed before I get done.
We quickly moved through the station with unexpected people running and screaming as guards continued to show up and fire upon us. I was so happy for the shield right now. It didn’t let any of their weapons hit me. I was surprised the guards didn’t have that technology on their armor. They all fell from one hit from my mech guards.
There was a large staircase that led up to the door for the throne room. A large contingent of guards stood between us and the destination. “Stop,” I yelled. “I only want to return the royal jewels to the throne and be done with that. I have been told that I am the only one who can open the case and place them on the throne.” I finished. I hoped that would keep the fighting and killing from happening anymore.
We were in a standoff with the guards when the throne room doors opened. Out stepped another man dressed in fancy robes. “I am Prime Minister Thorhill, you come with technology that we have never seen before. Your ship though my advisors found in our ancient archives. How is it that the Queen’s royal transport has returned after all this time?”
“The ship crashed into my planet around three thousand of my years ago. The ship found me after all that time as I had the DNA of the pilot. The ship brought me back her so I could return the royal jewels to the throne. I did not come here to hurt anyone.” I tried to explain to him in as calm of voice as I could. Though my heart was racing a mile a minute.
How in the world did they not know about the technology that I had? I would have thought that their technology would be far more advanced than what I had. I guess they had a technological decline at some point in their past. I wonder what caused it.
The Prime Minister finally gave me an answer, “you may enter here, but only you the machines must stay outside of the throne room.” I was relieved and a little scared. I still had my pistol, and my shields were still operating at full capacity. The only thing that I used was two percent power. It looked as though their weapons could not break through my shield, but I was not sure if they had something bigger waiting for me in the throne room. I needed to take a chance.
I just hoped the mechs would take orders from me, “Mech’s, I order you to standby down here while I go into the throne room.” The mechs moved into a defensive position allowing me to be able to pass them. I moved up to the steps and the guards saw that the mechs were not moving and opened a path for me to walk up the stairs.
I slowly walked up the stairs, taking a long look at each of the guards making sure they didn’t do anything stupid. It was a tense walk, but I didn’t falter. I made it up into the throne room. It reminded me of a church with all the statues of this man in a holy pose. I guess they had a religious revolution at one point. This might be a problem. Standing in front of the throne was a man in brightly colored robes.
I did not see any women here in the throne room. There was plenty of men in rich looking clothes but no women. I guess they are no longer a matriarchal empire. I hope that my presence doesn’t cause an issue, but seeing how I was invited to come in I hoped everything was fine.
“I am the Grand Cleric of Mintral, the God King. You have shown us great favor, by returning the throne jewels. Please give them to me so that I can put them in their proper place, Daughter of Light.” The man in front of me said in such a sweet tone.
What was this daughter of Light thing? I was never religious in my previous life; I am not about to adopt some strange religion here. “I apologize Grand Cleric, but only I can open the box. I am instructed that only I can place these jewels in the proper place. If you would allow me, I will place them and be done with it.”
“Daughter of Light, I cannot allow you to touch that what is holy. For the touch of such artifacts is forbidden for women. So, I must insist that you hand me the box so that I may place the jewels in the proper place.” He talked down to me like I was an idiot.
“That is not right because the last person to touch these jewels was the queen of the empire. I am not sure where you got your information, but it is just false and frankly disrespectful.” I sassed back at him. I know the type of men he was. I was around a lot of them when I was in the army.
“Insolate woman,” he yelled as he swung his scepter at my head. “How dare you talk to your betters in such a manor. I think some time as a slave will teach you manors.”
The scepter bounced off the shield not even making me flinch. His eyes went wide at the sight of his scepter stopping before hitting my helmet causing him to drop it. The men in the room all looked shocked at me.
I was really pissed right now. This misogynistic prick pushed me to the point where I could not hold in my anger. With a quick jab, his nose exploded with blood causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.
I pulled my pistol and pointed it at the remaining men in the room. They all backed off. I would say that they were all cowards that liked to think they were superior to everyone else. I walked up to the throne. I was going to finish this job and then I would leave these vile men to whatever they do up here in the room.
I walked over to the throne and set the box down. I placed my hand on the sensor like RXAI-199 had instructed me. It opened with a hiss. At this time a shield went up surrounding the dias that the throne was on. It completely cut me off from the rest of the throne room. There were several men that were pounding on the shield including the Grand Cleric. I guess that he had woken up. His face was covered in blood and his nose looked out of place.
The only jewel that I found in the box was a crown. I would have thought that there would be more, but I did not spend to long thinking about it. I grabbed it and put it on to the top of the throne in a holder that looked like it was made for. Ah soon as it was in place a loud voice sounded throughout the ship.
“Lock down protocols are in place, awaiting confirmation of lineage.” The voice boomed. I was afraid I had done something wrong, but I followed all the instructions RXAI-199 had told me. “Sit upon the throne to prove eligibility.” The voice said in a much softer voice to me.
What had that stupid AI got me into? I thought as I looked around the rest of the room. Everyone looked confused by what was going on, just as I was. I waited to see what was going on, but the voice did not say anything else. It was waiting for me to prove my lineage.
I slowly lowered myself onto the throne afraid that it would do something to me when it found out I was not some queen but just a pilot. Once I sat down, a green light washed over me, I figured this was the machine determining that I was just a pilot. I hope that when this was all done that, I would be allowed to leave but I doubted it. Those men outside the shield looked furious that I was sitting on the throne.
“Remove your helmet,” The voice sounded to me. I pulled off the helmet proving to all those in attendance that I was not like them. My eyes were narrower on my face and smaller in size. This caused quite a shock to those on the outside. Why couldn’t this have been a simple delivery? Now I am probably going to end up in some prison cell or worse executed.
The load booming voice sounded over the entire ship again. “Scan complete. Lineage verified. Command systems transferred to Queen Kara Winston, leader of the Caravelle Empire. The Queen’s guard activated. Queen Spire’s attack systems under Queen Kara’s control.” With that the crown lowered down onto my head.
I was at a loss for words. I watched as a mech army moved into the throne room and stood between me and the others in the throne room. Then the shield dropped, and I could finally hear what all the men were yelling. I was now the queen and like any leader taking over I needed to set the tone of my leadership.
I knew I was going to regret this, but I needed to hear these men out. “Silence,” I yelled causing the room to vibrate. I must have something amplifying my voice. “One person talks at a time. You,” I pointed to the Grand Cleric.” “Speak your peace.”
“You cannot rule over the Caravelle Empire. The Holy Church of Mintral, does not recognize your rule. For the blasphemy that you have shown I shall have you in a slave collar stuck in the houses so that you learn your place. No woman will every rule over men.”
“Queen Spire, make a change to the laws of the empire. Slavery is now illegal. All citizens of the empire that are registered as slave in the Spire be brought here to the throne room. Send a contingent of guards to the Church of Mintral and close it down under order of the queen.” I looked at the Grand Cleric with a smile.
“Understood my Queen,” The Spires AI replied to me. There was a roar of outrage coming from all the men in the room. As the AI sent out my orders. A few of the men moved forward getting angry, the mechs in front of me raised their weapons in defense.
The Prime Minister stepped forward with his hands out in a non-threatening way. “Queen Kara, may I speak?” His voice was soft and even with no emotion, showing like a true politician.
“You may speak Prime Minister.” I replied to him.
“Thank you, I would like to offer some suggestions to ease tensions with the council here. With all due respect, you are obviously not from the Caravelle Empire and therefor do not understand how things work here. I must ask what system you are from?” He was trying to be diplomatic, so that he didn’t make me angry enough to have the mechs shoot him.
“You are correct I am not from the Caravelle Empire. In fact, I am not from this galaxy. The last official queen crashed on my planet many millennia ago. As I have stated before, I am a direct descendant to the queen it would seem. I am as shocked about this as all of you. This was not what I came here planning on doing. My intentions were to place the jewels on the throne as my ship had instructed me and then I was not sure what I was going to do. As for what I know about the Empire, that information does not include what happened here after the coupe that sent the last official queen to my home. But before we go any further in this discussion just remember that I have seen the records of how powerful the Empire was back then.” I lectured him.
“Right, as I was saying, the empire has been controlled by the council for hundreds of generations. The church was the highest station. Women have not been allowed to be positions of power in all that time. It is our laws. You will find that as a woman you will not be able to understand the complexities of how our government works. It is just the way it is.” I held up my hand to stop him from speaking.
“You mean to tell me that you believe since I am a woman, I am incapable of ruling? Men on my planet use to think that as well they even pushed it with religion. But the woman rose and showed that they can lead. My guess is that your laws prevent women from being educated or even have the ability to do anything to better themselves. So, tell me more about how I am incapable of leading when you know nothing about me. If you must know I lead men into battles. I’ve been shot and I still lead my men to victory in the battle.” I know Earth was not so different when it comes to belief about woman in society, but I’ll be damned if I am going to let these men completely disrespect me because I am a woman.
“My apologies Queen Kara, I just point that out because there will be a large population of the men that will not follow you because you are a woman. It would be better if you left the ruling to the council, and you be the figure head for the woman to look up to.”
Wow that was some bullshit covered in flowers to try to hide the stink. I blinked at him not believing he had the nerve to say that to me. “So, what you are telling me I should relinquish control back to you all and be a shiny trinket for people to look at. I’m trying to decide if I should just beat the shit out of you with my bare hands or have your tongue cut out and make you a eunuch.”
“Spire, is there a law against the rape of women in the empire?” I asked. Thinking that they probably allow it as much as they see women as nothing but property.
“My Queen, there is no law that deals directly with rape of all women, only another man’s wife. That is only compensation to the man and enslavement of the woman.” The Spire reported to me.
“Spire, make a new law that woman have equal rights as men, and any sexual contact without consent is not allowed. This will go for both men and women. Let it be known that I believe in equality for all.”
At that point the first group of slaves started to be escorted in. I noticed some were taken care of well, while others had ill-fitting clothing and signs of beatings. The majority of slaves were women with only a few men. They all had slave collars on.
I saw a young woman that looked like she was still a young teenager. She looked like she had been beat badly. I got up and walked over to the girl. She was timid, trying to hide her eyes from me. It broke my heart to see someone so young being treated like that.
I lifted her chin so that I could look at her face, her eyes were sunken in, and she had scars all over her face. “Tell me your name please.” My sorrow showed on my face as I looked over this child.
“Misty, ma’am.” That was all she told me. I don’t know if she didn’t know her family name or if she had it stripped from her.
“Why are you a slave, Misty?” I asked her with all the compassion I could show her.
“My father sold me because I am a girl.” That was like a punch in the gut. I knew that sort of thing happened on Earth, but to see it in person, hurt so bad. I struggled to keep my anger in check as I moved to one of the finest dressed slaves.
“What is your name?” She looked just as timid as the young girl, but I didn’t see any signs of physical abuse. I knew that there were other types of abuse that could affect a person.
“Scarlet, your Majesty.” She was informed about who I was.
“Why are you a slave, Scarlet?” I was almost afraid to know what happened to her.
“I couldn’t give my husband any sons, so he sold me to the brothel.” She responded to me. I closed my eyes feeling so angry right now.
I pointed to all the women who were better dressed, “Are you all slaves at the brothel?”
All of them raised their hands, and all I could do was shake my head in disgust. I turned around trying to think about how I was going to take care of this. I had thirty slaves in the throne room at this time. I just knew that there were more outside. I was going to have to find them some way for them to support themselves and help them recover from the abuse that they have suffered.
I heard a disturbance from outside the throne room, “what is going on out there?” One of the mechs informed me that there was a slaver out there upset that we rounded up his slave. “Let the man in. I will deal with him myself.”
The door was opened, and he came in yelling that he wanted his slave back. “Sir, which slave is yours?” I asked.
He gave me a disgusted look and didn’t reply to me. “Who is responsible for taking my slave away?” He looked around at the men in the room, but they all looked at me but said nothing.
“That would be me.” I responded to the man. “If you would tell me which slave is yours, we can settle the situation.” I noticed Misty looking more scared than she was when I was talking to her. I imagine he was the reason she was in that horrible condition.
“Let me tell you something little woman, you don’t go taking people's property from them. Prime Minister I would like this woman arrested and put to work in my home.” He said looking away from me. That was a big mistake. Right as he was turning back to me, I backhanded him causing him to drop to the ground with a bloody lip. I continued my assault by kicking him in the gut. With him folded on the ground I pushed him on to his back at put my foot on his throat.
“I asked you a question, little man. Which of these slaves is yours?” I spat at him, my eyes burning with rage. He pointed to Misty, just as I thought. “Did you make her have sex with you?” To make my point, I pressed my foot harder onto his neck. He nodded to me.
I stepped off his neck and looked at the nearest mech, “Secure him.” The mech grabbed the man by his arms and held him up.
“Misty, just one more question. How old are you?” She replied to me softly that she was the equivalent of thirteen years old. I couldn’t stop myself as I decked him in the face.
“This man will serve as the first example of how I treat those that abuse and rape children.” I turned to face the man and mech holding him. “As the Queen of the Caravelle Empire, I find this man guilty of child abuse and child rape. You will have all your holdings confiscated and given to minor Misty as retribution. Mech as the final part of his punishment, take him to the medical bay and have them remove his genitals. Tell them not to use any pain killers either.”
Mech responded, “Yes, my Queen.” It dragged the man kicking and screaming out of the throne room. The men in the room looked aghast at what I just did.
“Spire, is the palace still in livable condition?” I asked. I was told that the palace was indeed in a livable condition. It was even renovated recently to expand the size, and the current occupant was the Grand Cleric.
“The Grand Cleric will no longer be allowed to live in the palace. Have all his personal effects and family removed from the property.” I gave him the evil eye, daring him to try to complain about my order.
“Get me the captain of the guards in here.” I ordered.
It only took a few seconds to get the man into the throne room. I should have guessed that he was right outside the door. He was smart enough to come stand right in front of me and speak to me with respect.
“You called me, my Queen.” I could see that he was uncomfortable in saying that, but he understood the situation.
“Captain, I have a few questions for you. Give this a long hard thought before you lie to me with your answers. I will punish those in authority who abuse that authority very harshly. If you lie to me and I find out, your punishment will be just as severe.”
“I noticed you struggled to address me by my title, can you take orders from me or are you so bigoted that you won’t follow my instructions? Remember if you lie to me, I will punish you. If you tell me that you cannot follow my orders, the only thing that will happen to you is I will take you out of command position.” I asked him in a calm voice.
He thought about it for a minute before he gave me what seemed like an honest answer. “My Queen, that would depend on if I felt the order was just. I will not just kill a man in this room on your order without justification. I want to protect the people of this station.”
“Very good Captain. I liked your answer. I even liked that you would refuse an order that was not justified. That is what I want from all my officers both military and civilian. As you can all see when I say I want equality that is what I mean. This officer showed that he is willing to do his job even if he works under me. Now Captain, I want you to interview all the slaves that have been brought here. I want a listing of how they ended up in slavery, how they were treated while enslaved, who were their owners, and finally if they have a place that they feel safe to stay till I can figure out how to get them restitution. If they do not have a place to stay send them to the palace and I will care for them till everything is sorted out. No names will be shared outside your officers that are working on the task and me. Do you think you can handle this?”
“Yes, my Queen, I can do this,” He responded. The former slaves followed him out of the throne room.
“First take Misty there to the medical bay and have her examined and given treatment. Then she is to be brought to the palace and I will take care of her. And for God’s sake get rid of those damn collars.” I said as I dismissed him to do his job.
“Next order of business, the military, who here is in charge of the military?” The Grand Cleric puffed out his chest as though he was going to be able to keep that position. “Not anymore Grand Cleric, get me the highest-ranking military leader here as quickly as possible.” I ordered as a messenger ran out of the throne room.
“Gentlemen, I want you to consider something. I could have just had you all removed from the throne room when it was obvious that you were against me. But then that would have allowed you to be able to contact for help from outside. Here I can keep my eyes on you while I secure my power. Do you still think I am incapable of leading? I have also been looking at your reactions to everything I have done. I know which ones of you are scared and which ones I will need to punish because you will never accept my rule. I have also seen a few of you that I might still be able to win over. I’ll let you figure out which ones you are. Grand Cleric, I’ll be honest with you. Your actions so far have put you in the punishment category. For those of you that wish to fall on your swords go ahead and join him on that side of the room.” I said in order to fill the time and to keep them on edge.
The Grand Cleric had only three others that remained next to him. I guess that shows how much loyalty they really had towards the government. That will be something I would have to monitor. I let them mull over what I said to them. I sat back down on the throne. Just thinking how much I wanted to hurt RXAI-199 for putting me through all of this. I am grateful for making me a woman but being queen was not on my list of things to do. As much as I wanted to leave and relax for a bit, I knew I had to see this through, or my enemies would use that against me. I needed some food and drink.
I looked at one of the messengers that stood in the back of the room mostly out of sight and waved him closer. “I need you to let someone know that we need some food and something to drink here in the throne room. Make sure mine has plenty of meat.” It has been two months since I had anything solid to consume and I missed meat. I just hoped that whatever passed for meat here tasted like what I had back ok Earth. When I told him to get me plenty of meat, he looked at me a little confused, but to his credit he went about to do what I asked. I may have to make him my personal messenger. He moved quickly and did what I said.
Before the food got there the military commander showed up. He stood in front of me trying to show his discipline. “Reporting as ordered.” He sounded off. It was hard to get a read on him since he was locked tight and didn’t give away anything with his body language.
“What is your official rank?” I asked. I wanted to make sure I kept this as civil as I could, so I fell back on my military training.
“Command General, ma’am.” He replied to me. I noticed that his eyes had not left the spot right above my head. I know that trick as well. That way you can give the illusion that you are looking in someone’s eyes, and it prevents you from being distracted by their movement. This always keeps your eyes straight forward. I also noticed he called me ma’am rather than by my title.
“Command General, you are in charge of Caravelle military operations, correct?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” He replied offering no additional information. He didn’t respect me; he was trying too not to be overtly disloyal to me. I needed to break his bearing for a moment to get a real reaction from him.
Since he would not use my title, I could play this game as well. “Sir I am wondering if you have any real experience with command during war time. You see, I commanded troops through large battles and a very long war. I know a thing or two about how to lead troops in battle. So, I am wondering what I need you for if you are just some glorified 'paper pusher' who got his job because his parents knew someone important. Is that what you are, a paper pusher?” That broke his military bearing as it would any battle-hardened soldier.
“You cannot know what it is like to lead a fleet of ships into a battle where the odds were stacked against you. You hardly look old enough to be out of diapers, what could you know about war.” He ranted at me.
“I know death and injury of my soldiers; I know the cries of the wounded as they lay on the ground bleeding out because we don’t have enough medics to help all the soldiers. I know what it is like to be shot as I try to get one of my wounded off the battlefield so he could go home alive rather than in a box. But what is important right now is I know how to trigger a battle-hardened soldier to losing their discipline.” I sat back with a smile. This was man was similar to me. We both knew about war. “Now that I have broken that facade you were putting up when you entered, I have one question. Who are you loyal to? The Grand Cleric over there, or the Caravelle Empire and its current leader?”
He recognized the look of a warrior in my eyes, but he also carried a look of disgust in his face. He wanted to say he was loyal to the Caravelle Empire, but he could not admit that he would be loyal to me. I have seen that look in many commanders as they looked at female soldiers that were under them. They had the old school mentality that women should not be on the battlefield. I put my hand up as he was about to talk.
“I saw it in your eyes General, you think you are loyal to the empire, but you cannot be loyal to me. You still see me as less than and not worthy of rule. You can try to deny it all you want out loud. But the eyes will never lie. Consider yourself relieved of duty and you can stand over there with your cleric.” His eyes tried to burn holes through my head, but he had enough situational awareness to know that any attack on me would lead to a quick death. He did the smart thing and went to stand over by the cleric.”
“Spire my next law is I want a separation of religion and state. No religious organization will be supported by the government, and no religious officials will have positions within the government. Send that out threw the empire so all know that the clerics no longer have authority of the government rule.” I announced. I was not religious and therefore I will not tell anyone else what they should believe.
My messenger came back with the news that food would be brought within a few moments. I smiled at him. I bade him to come stand next to me. “You are my personal messenger from now on. You work directly for me and only me. You will be given a room in the palace to live in. We will discuss your pay once I look at the palace finances. For now, I need you to send another message. I need you to call all military officers within the station to report here to the throne room.” After I gave him my order he ran off with a smile on his face as he went to complete his assignment.
There was a knock at the door as servants requested permission to enter and deliver the food I requested. I noticed that my plate was the only one with meat on it. Is that why my messenger looked at me so strangely when I requested meat on my plate? I must admit that the color of the vegetables made me a little skeptical about trying them. So, I tried the meat first, and it was amazing. It was so juicy, and the seasonings complimented the meat very well. The vegetables were good but a little sweet.
I must not have been too polite while I was devouring the food. I was just so hungry and the idea that I was eating solid food made me just tear into it. When I got done eating everyone except the General who had eaten his food as quickly as I had. Soldiers know that you can’t always predict when you are going to get your next meal.
“So, none of you eat meat, is that a cultural thing or a biological thing?” I asked, trying to gain a little more insight into their culture. They just stared at me like I was crazy. “Well, on the planet I grew up on meat is a large staple of our diet, though there are different cultural customs that either limit to types of meat of cut meat out of their diet all together.” They didn’t seem to want to participate in polite conversation.
When the officers finally got into the throne room, I had them separated by rank before I started to question them. There was only one incident as one of the officers decided it was a good time to attack me. It was a pain having to stop the Q and A session while his body was removed from the room and the blood was cleaned up from the floor. No one else was stupid enough to try and assault me with the mechs around. I have a feeling I need to walk around with these mechs for the foreseeable future. I finally segregated all the council and military officers to what I felt was the fanatical anti-queen people and the, may need to work on.
I have a good sense of who I cannot trust. Now to figure out what to do with them all and not make martyrs out of them. I’m going to have to sleep on it.
“Mechs escort these men to the jail and lock them up. Make sure they do not speak to anyone while I determine their sentence.” I ordered. As the bots escorted the men out, I turned to the remaining council members. “You gentleman have some work to do. Tomorrow you will all brief me on what aspects of the government you run and show how you have made the Empire better. Now, it has been a long taxing day since none of us were expecting a change in regime. I would advise you not to talk to anyone about a possible revolt. I have the stations AI on my side, and it will be listening to what is being said around the station. You are dismissed.”
As the last man left, I called out, “Spire, connect me to RXAI-199.”
Once I had him on the line, “What the hell, you didn’t tell me I was supposed to be queen.”
“Would you have returned the jewels if I had.” He said in a sassy tone.
“Probably not.” I replied.
“And that it why I didn’t mention that you are the descendant of the last queen.” He snarked back.
What an ass. I swore I was going to erase his memory banks for this. “Mechs, escort me to the palace please.”
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I reveled in the luxurious bath, surrounded by the soothing scent of oils and the gentle ministrations of the servant women. The bath was large enough to have several people in the tub at the same time. The tile was placed in a mosaic of the Caravelle crest at the bottom of the tube. It was a rare moment of relaxation, a respite from the challenges and mysteries that had unfolded since my arrival at the Caravelle Empire. As I lay in the tub, I couldn't help but think about the enigmatic Grand Cleric and the society I now found myself a part of.
The wardrobe from the Royal Transport had been brought to my suite, and I was grateful to finally shed the armor that had served me well but was now in need of recharging. I selected my favorite pantsuit and a pair of heels, feeling a sense of relief at the return to more comfortable attire. I carefully placed the crown upon my head, a symbol of my role as queen, and discreetly holstered my pistol, an acknowledgment of the uncertainties that lay ahead.
I opened the door of my suite into the sitting room. There waiting patiently was my messenger, “What is your name?”
He looked shyly up at me and spoke softly, “Tryon, your majesty.”
“Tryon, I need you to find out what is going on with the former slave girl Misty. Oh, and can you show me the way to the kitchen so I can speak to the cook.” I said with a smile.
He jumped up right away and rushed over to the door, “Please follow me, Your Majesty.”
We walked through the palace till we got to the kitchen. He rushed off while I walked in to talk with the staff there. As I entered, I was greeted by a grumpy old woman. “I was not expecting new servants. You might want to change otherwise the men of the house will think you are a sex slave, and I can’t have all your time taken up servicing them in that capacity.”
I was a little taken aback by her statement. I know she didn’t look at me when I walked in but to think the servants could be treated in such a way. “Madame, I am not a servant and I assure you that if any of the men in the palace use any of the servants as sex slaves, they will find themselves missing their manhood. Now I need to talk to the head cook.”
She turned back to me looking closer at me, “Huh, so the rummers were true. We have a queen now. Well, I be the head cook here. What can I do for you?”
I clapped my hands together and rubbed them. “First, as you can see, I am not one of the races that have populated the Empire. For that reason, I need to make you aware of some of my dietary differences. I noticed none of the men this evening were eating any meat, but I need meat with at least two meals a day. I will have to talk to you later about the cooking techniques that I prefer. Maybe I can find some substitutes for my favorite foods. If you need anything to make your job easier, please let me know and I will try to help.”
While I was there, I grabbed a little pastry that had just finished being made. It was very different, not sweet like I would have expected. I think it was a little bitter. Well, I guess it’s going to take trial and error to figure out what I like for food here in the Andromeda galaxy.
“Your Majesty, was the taste to your liking?” The cook asked me.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to ask you your name. The taste was not what I was expecting. I thought it would be a little sweet but found it bitter. I will just have to learn how to get used to the food here.” I responded.
“I’m sorry if my cooking is not up to your expectations. My name is Silva, and I hope that you will give me another chance. I don’t want to lose my position here.” Silva replied to me with shame in her voice.
“I am not going to get rid of you because you cook differently than I expect. I can’t expect you to know what I like to eat. So let me tell you a little about what food I am used to eating. I prefer my meat to be juicy and savory, and for my bread, I like it a little sweet except in the morning when I like it really sweet. I think that I am just going to have to come down here someday soon and give you some examples of the type of foods I like.” I explained to her. I felt some sympathy for her. She was probably treated poorly by the Grand Cleric and thought that any mistake would result in punishment.
I faced her and clasped her hands in mine, “I promise to work with you to come up with some new dishes. Thank you so much for your time, Silva. I look forward to seeing what types of dishes you come up with for me.”
My next stop on my self-guided tour of the palace was a large sitting room. In there I found many women looking around in wonderment at the palace. I could tell by their attire that they were not servants, because they wore a hideous red uniform that I needed to see about replacing. These women looked like the women slaves I encountered in the throne room. As soon as I was noticed by one of the women, they all dropped to their knees and thanked me. I better get used to people fawning all over me.
“Hello ladies, please stand I wish to speak with you.” I spent a long time getting the ladies to open up about their circumstances, but I learned a lot about how badly women were being treated by society. I am sure some women were treated well by their husbands, but that didn’t make up for the societal injustice that they have been experiencing.
Some of the women had gotten pregnant and had the children stripped away from them by the father because he wanted a male heir. As I listened to the stories, I could not help but cry about the fate society had imposed on them. They had no choice in the matter. They were all largely uneducated because it was illegal for women to go to school once they reached ten. They only had the skills they learned on the job which was something I would have to change. How could I make these women’s lives better?
As the time grew late, I worked with the staff to find all the women some rooms. The palace unfortunately did not have enough rooms available for all the women so many of them had to double up in a room. I found out that Misty was still being treated for her injuries. I hoped she would recover; I don’t think she will ever be okay though.
My body was getting exhausted. I don’t know how long I was up for today, but I needed to get some sleep. I was so sleepy that the moment my head hit the pillow I was out for the count. My mind completely shut down; I don’t think I even had any dreams. The great thing I found out about being queen was I set the schedule. If I slept in like I did the next morning, then everyone waited till I was ready to start getting things ready for me.
“Spire, how is time tracked here?” I asked hoping it would not be too difficult to remember and hopefully not too different than what I am used to.
“My Queen, time is tracked here based on the Caravelle home world. Time is comparable to your seconds, minutes, and hours. Days are twenty-nine hours long and one year is four hundred and twenty-six days.” Spire informed me. Well, I guess the planet has a wider orbit than Earth does.
“How far are we away from the Caravelle home world?” I was curious.
“The Queen’s Spire is seven days by slipstream, and relatively equidistance to all the farthest systems. The true center of the Empire.”
I haven’t had a good look at the space surrounding the space station. I know the station is huge just from what I have seen so far, and I know that I haven’t seen but a little bit of it, but most of that was while I was running. I did look out the windows of my suite and was able to see so many different sections within the dome all circling the palace. The throne room was next to the palace in a separate building.
The palace itself; is a twenty-story central spire with four smaller spires forming a square around the central spire. Thankfully there was a lift to get around the inside. I would not want to walk up and down the stairs all the time, even if that would give me great legs and ass. My suite was not really decorated to my taste. It was too much damn red. I think I wanted it to be painted or whatever they do to change the colors, to a pastel blue. I wanted it brighter and relaxing, less dramatic and bold. I needed someone to help me manage the palace.
“Spire, can we find an assistant that can help me keep track of my schedule and take care of the palace?” I asked.
“Yes, I will have potential persons go through a background check to verify a good fit,” Spire told me.
“I’d also like to have education set up for women of the station so that they can get on the same level of education that the men have. The women I have staying here in the palace, I would like to find them suitable jobs to do around the palace. I met two yesterday who looked like they were very knowledgeable about makeup and fashion. It was, Tren and Kal, I would like them to work with me on my wardrobe and makeup. I also want them to have clothes that are fit to stand with me in public. That is if they want the job.”
“I will send the message out.” It was nice to be able to just speak and get stuff done, but I was still lonely. I had no one like me around the station. I might have some of the same DNA as the rest of the folks on the station, but they were not like me in any other way. Even if I had someone close to talk to, we would not have any common past to share. No one would understand my struggles and my accomplishments or even my life.
I put my armor back on since I was going to be in front of people who didn’t necessarily like me. I would bet that some of them would take a chance at killing me for the throne if I gave them the chance. After some food, I was escorted to the throne room.
I took a deep breath and let it out before I opened the doors to the throne room. This time I only came in with two mechs as guards. I felt that any more than that would cause problems. The talking immediately ceased when I walked into the room. I left the mechs to guard the doors. I needed to show strength and not hide behind superior technology. The spire had mechs hidden from the rest of the populous until the time of my crowning. There were other changes to the spire as several systems came online. We now had slip-gate engines available that could move the station anywhere in the empire. I also discovered that we had larger more powerful weapons that came online as well as shielding which was so much better than the shield generators that they had been using which were only designed to protect the station from radiation and space debris.
This caused a stir when some of the systems started to send readings and feedback to the technicians who operate the station. This was causing some discussions on the streets. The loss of slaves was already causing shop owners to wonder how they would be able to make their products without slaves.
I sat on my throne and looked over the council members, then it hit me I only saw one race here. Where were representatives from the other systems so I can hear about what is going on in their systems? “Ok, I already see a problem here. I do not have any representatives from the other races in our Empire here in the council. This is going to change. I want to know what the needs of the races are from them. Who had been controlling the other systems?” I asked a little perturbed.
“Your Majesty, I am Nobar and I am in charge of trade relations for the systems. The enforcement of the Doctrine of the Caravelle Empire was handled by the Church of Mintral. They have enforcement squads all over the systems.” Nobar responded to me quickly after I asked my question. I think he might be one to keep on my new council.
“Thank you Nobar for that information. To deal with this I decree that all enforcement squads are disbanded and have no authority to enforce any laws. Those who wish to come and join the military will be welcome if they are willing to live within the rules of the Empire. With that said, will you please tell me what is going on with trade relations in our Empire?” I sat there looking more relaxed than I was feeling. I had a feeling my trouble with the Church of Mintral was just beginning.
For the most part, his report on trade relations only brought one problem to my attention. Slave traders were not happy with my order to free the slaves. That was a shocker. They have not ceased operations because they don’t think I can enforce that decree. I needed to start doing something about that quickly, so I looked to my brand-new military liaison, “I want you to send a battle group to these systems and if they find any of these slave traders. They were to confiscate their ships and take the slaves back to where they were from. If the slavers, try to fight deadly force is authorized. Any slaver that does not fight back will be sent to prison and their vessels will be put up for auction to help pay for the relocation costs of those slaves.
“I also want shipyards to start producing new ships with the information that was unlocked now that a queen sits on the throne again. Tell the shipyards that they can also use a few of the designs in commercial ships not heavy weapons. I also want groups of privateers with ships that can fight, for their privateering chit, they must be willing to come fight for the Empire if we have the need.” I know we are going to need them in the future. It will be inevitable. With these new upgrades to ships, they will start to venture out farther demanding I expand the Empire to maintain law and order.
The councilman who oversaw goods production said that the loss of slaves would cause them to slow down production. I made the simple claim. “Start paying the people for the work that they do. Give them a reason to want to continue to work with the companies. This goes for all the various industries that used slave labor.”
I also heard from my Chief of Police, that he was having some problems with those that live in the city because all the brothels closed. I had to think a minute about what I could do to solve the problem but also not promote slavery. I needed to give the women more power in the situation. “Spire, do I have access to enough funds to be able to purchase all the brothels on the station?” This was a crazy idea and I hoped that it would work.
“Yes, your Majesty,” the AI informed me.
“So here is my solution. I will purchase all the buildings that the brothels have been run out of and I will fix them up. Prostitution will be state-run. Those who choose to work in that industry will have my support behind them. The rules will be that the workers will choose their fees. They have the right to decline a customer. There will be security on the premises to keep any violence out of the brothels and anyone who violates the rules will be permanently banned from all brothels. The women will have free medical care to protect themselves. To be fair here I will also ban any worker that tries to steal, injure, or do any harm to a customer will also be punished. There will be a ten percent tax on all money that the workers make to be used to maintain the facilities.” I hope that this will help show that I am willing to compromise so that people suffer.
“Chief, please inform men on the street, that I plan to have this up in running in fourteen days. Depending on how much work it will take to fix up some of the brothels. I will also have to find women willing to take these jobs, but I am sure I can make that work.” I had my idea written into the law so that I could move forward with it. I hoped this would allow some of these women to take back control over their bodies.
Earth history has shown that any changes made that deal with discrimination take generations to start to see a dramatic change in society. I won’t be around then but hopefully, I can set things on the right track.
The other thing I need to worry about is housing for the slaves that I freed. For that, I needed to get onto the streets and see what the station was like with my own eyes.
“Who here deals with the justice system for the Empire?” When no one acknowledged me, I felt like I knew what the answer was going to be. “Let me guess, the church.” I found that the Church had its fingers in a lot of pies. They controlled the judicial, the military, also the orphanages that would ‘train young children.’ This was going to be a huge mess to clean up. I realized I was taking over for the church, but I didn’t have the same reach as they did.
I called an end to the meeting when it became clear that I only had five members on the council who did anything. The rest were put there as a favor for some gift or something. I had the dead weight removed from the council. This was not going to be a social club. I wanted people who wanted to do something to help the Empire.
I needed to walk around I was tired of being isolated so much. It was fun talking with the rest of the women last night even if the topic was serious. It was just so nice to be around other people. I grabbed two more mechs to escort me around the station so I could see what was going on outside the palace grounds.
I couldn’t see much change when I first left the grounds. There was a plaza right outside the gate with a giant golden statue in the center. How I missed seeing that when I came running past it the first time I don’t know. It was actually very gaudy. Some man in heavy armor holding a scepter in the air. As I walked around studying the statue, the man looked different than the Caravelle people I have seen so far. His eyes were not as big as those I had seen. I looked at the inscription, ‘High King Mirtan, Savior of Man.’ So, this was who the church saw as the god of the Caravelle Empire.
I know this was a little petty of me, but I told my mechs to take it down and have it melted down for the precious metals. I wondered how many statues there were around the station. I then remembered all the damn statues that were in my throne room. I needed them removed as well. I wanted to sanitize the filth of the church from this station and then my Empire. The misogynistic teachings of the church have made the empire’s technology decline. I want to get it back to where it once was and hopefully better.
Once I left the area around the palace and the councilor homes, I found the station changed a lot. The streets were dirtier, and you could smell a variety of different smells. This was the Tagnor district that I have wandered into. The creatures reminded me of werewolves, to be honest. They had large bodies covered in fur. Their face has a short snout with large canine teeth. Their eyes didn’t display hate or fear. In fact, they looked like very nice people, just different. The women looked different than the men. They have smaller frames and slender shoulders. Their fur also looked a lighter color.
The Tagnor all gave me a wide birth, stared, and whispered to each other about me. The shops here were little more than stalls. The clothing the Tagnor were wearing here was not of the highest quality. I had to assume that this area was not where the money was when it came to their people. I continued to walk and while I didn’t see anything too bad in the area. There was no sign of angry people. No one was begging on the side of the street. The people also looked well-fed. They lived much like I did before I got whisked away.
A smell reached my nose that made me smile and my stomach growled in hunger. It smelled like roasted lamb. I followed the smell of that savory meat to a small street stand that was roasting meat on a stick. I just had to have one. I knew I was attracting attention as I walked up to the food stall. I saw many people eating the meat, so I assumed it was good.
Luckily, I was taught how to pay vendors, it’s just a simple biometric scanner that authorizes the payment. My mouth was watering when I got up there. I asked for one which shocked everyone. No one had seen a Caravelle eat any meat. After I paid for it, I tore into the meat. It was so good the seasoning was extraordinary. I asked them what the meat was. I was told it was a hauker, which I found was a large hairy mammal similar to a wooly mammoth but with sharper teeth. I complimented the shop owner for such a delicious meal.
I was smiling as I walked through more of the Tagnor section. I found a clothing shop that had the custom dress of the Tagnor women. It was like a long loin cloth and a halter top wrap. It looked sexy, and I found a color that matched my complexion, so I got one. I figured that if I showed interest in the other cultures it would help me build some goodwill within the empire. I had a lot of Tagnor following me as I walked through the streets watching what I was doing.
Word had gotten around that I had sampled their food, so I had a few of the food stalls offer me samples of their food. There were some that I could not eat, it was just too bitter for me. But in that case, I was still nice to the vendor when it was food that was not edible to me. They showed a lot of interest in my taste in food. If I found one that had really good food, they would cheer and congratulate the stall owner. It was a fun experience for everyone because I was willing to try new things.
I met the representative of the Tagnor, he met me outside one of the shops I had just wandered through. He introduced himself as Maninor, he looked to be an older Tagnor with a little graying of his fur. He still towered over me even in my heels. I felt short at that time. His broad shoulders were marked with graying areas in his otherwise black hair. He was friendly, which made me happy. He offered his daughter to help show me around.
Minsha was not as tall as her father but still was a good foot taller than me. I was starting to get a Napoleon Complex being the shortest person around. Her fur was a very light brown, and her eyes were a bright green. Her body was full-figured like most of the women Tagnor. She wore a traditional dress like I had bought earlier but in a green that matched her eyes. She was a quite striking woman. I accepted their offer of her services and wrapped my arm in hers and started to walk off with her. That got a lot of gasps from the crowd, which caused me to stop in my tracks and wonder what custom I just violated.
Turns out when Tagnor interlock their arms like I just did to her it was an announcement that we were courting. The way people were reacting I could tell if I tried to say that isn’t what I meant that it would shame her in the eyes of her people. Fuck, what am I going to do? Her eyes were quite wide as well, but she did not pull away. I think she was thinking she did not want to dishonor me or her family by turning down my offer. This was something that needed to be handled in a private setting so we could figure out how to deal with the situation.
“Your Majesty, would you please accompany me to my home so we can discuss this?” Maninor asked realizing the delicate nature of the situation. Both Minsha and I walked with our heads held high like there was nothing wrong. Again, we wanted to refrain from causing a scandal that would hurt the reputation of both me and her family.
Once we got to Maninor’s home and settled in his seating quarters. His wife Yamine showed up a little later screaming at her husband about why there were mech guards in front of her house asking for identification to get in. “That would be because of me,” I called out to her, causing her eyes to get the size of saucers. This did not ease her furry, as she smacked her husband's arm asking him what he did now.
“Yasmine, let me introduce myself. My name is Kara, queen of the Caravelle Empire. Let me assure you that your husband has done nothing wrong. Your husband is trying to help me out after I made a mistake when I wrapped my arm with Minsha, not realizing the implication of my actions.”
“You didn’t know our customs; we understand that you did not mean to say you are courting my daughter,” Yasmine announced like there should be no problem. I agree there shouldn’t have been a problem.
“It happened in public while I was surrounded by a large number of your people.” And that was when she saw the problem. Now, the Tagnor section would expect to see the two of us courting. I wouldn’t be surprised if this had not been broadcast all over the station by now.
I turned to Maninor, “Can you check the news feeds around the station to see if they are saying anything about my courtship? I would like to know how far this has spread through the station.” Sure, enough I was the talk of all the media feeds on the station. They focused on my defiant walk back to Maninor’s home. I guess maybe that was a bad idea. It was now being reported that I was in discussions with the family. Oh, now this is getting out of hand. I needed to do a press release soon.
“How about I do this, I will release a statement that says while I am courting Minsha. In my culture, this is a process that can take years to determine if we are compatible for marriage. This might leave us an out later once the press stops talking about this.” I hoped that would work for them because I’m not trying to disrespect their customs.
“Your Majesty, I respectfully disagree with your assessment of the situation. The station is not going to stop talking about this. You are the head of the Empire and everything you do is under increased scrutiny because you are a woman. They will try any means to discredit you. It is not uncommon for the head of the Caravelle Empire to have multiple consorts.” Maninor explained to me.
His comment about multiple consorts didn’t sit well with me but I know he was trying to lessen the blow of this. “You are telling me that to save face within the Empire I will need to get married to Minsha.”
Both Yasmine and Maninor said yes at the same time. I still have not heard what Minsha thought about this. “Minsha what do you feel about this situation?”
“I know that you do not want to be in a relationship with me, but I am willing to go along with this for the good of my people and the Empire. I am happy that my actions will give my father a better standing within our people.” Minsha responded to me.
This was not the response I was expecting from her. I thought she would be totally against this. “Minsha, it’s not that I don’t want a relationship with you. I was hoping that we could be friends. I am not happy that we are forced to be in this situation, because of my mistake. I apologize that I have caused this trouble for you and your family. I promise that if we do go through with this, I will always treat you with respect. I fear for your safety and your family’s safety. I fear that many on this station and within the Empire would want to hurt you to hurt me. I would like to offer you all a place to stay in the palace until we can get you proper protection at your home.” I offered the family. It was the least I could do to keep them safe.
Maninor and Yasmine were not very keen on leaving their home. They recommended that I just take Minsha to the palace. I was a little confused by this. I guess that it was stubbornness on their part in not wanting to leave their home. I would assign one of the mechs to guard the family and the house. “Minsha would you please let me escort you to the palace? I will send someone for your things.” I held out my arm for her to take. I don’t know how this is going to turn out, but I was going to make the best of it.
“Yes, your Majesty.” She informed me and wrapped her arm in with mine. I guess she knew how she was going to have to react in public with me now.
“You do not have to call me Majesty, my name is Kara, and I would appreciate it if you would call me that,” I said with a smile. I wanted this to go smoothly. This whole multi-galaxy trip was turning out crazier than I could have ever guessed.
“Maninor, one other thing. I want a representative from all the races in the Empire in my new council. If you would please come to the throne room tomorrow to discuss the state of your race in the Empire. Now if you will excuse us, I must visit the other representatives to offer them the same invitation.” I told him in a way that made it an order but in a polite way.
Minsha and I walked out of the home with a smile on our faces. I noticed the large crowd out on the street. They were being held back by the police with Captain Fenmer controlling the officers. He looked at me with an irritated face.
“Captain Fenmer, I apologize for the trouble I have caused you and your officers. I will better coordinate with your office for my future visits outside the palace. I do have five other representatives that I must speak to before I head back to the palace. If you can suggest how I may get there, it would be greatly appreciated.” He looked even more angry at me than when I first came out of the house.
“I would recommend you call your shuttle to be able to take you to the different locations, as you can see it will be very difficult for you to walk anywhere at this moment.” He tried to sound respectful while still being very angry with me.
I believed I should take his advice and called for me shuttle to meet me. “Captain, I would like to offer you and your officers here a bonus to your pay for having to deal with this issue I caused. I didn’t expect my walk to cause so much trouble. Again, I am truly sorry that my actions have resulted in this.” He looked befuddled by my words. I expect he had never expected me to take responsibility for my actions and to offer to pay him more. It was the least I could do for them.
My transport showed up a few minutes later, and Minsha and I got in. We traveled to the next representative's home. The next representative was the Pinari, they are a reptilian race that was slender like a giant gecko. The representative’s name was Grinky. He was an odd fellow always looking around like he was waiting to be surprised by some attack. After giving him the same invitation that we gave Maninor, we left for the next representative.
The next representative was for the Skrags. They were human-looking people with deep purple-colored skin. Their hair colors are bright and in colors that I have only seen people dye their hair. The eyes were something that I would have to get used to, they were a deep black color. Trinar was their representative. He was an older gentleman, I guessed he was in maybe fifties or sixties time frame. He also was a little portly, along with his wife who was an absolute delight to talk to.
Next, I found myself among a race of really short people. I wouldn’t call them dwarves but same height. They were not thick and strong like the stories of dwarves. To be honest, if their faces didn’t give away their ages, I would have thought that they were all kids. It was nice to not have to look up at the representative like I have had to do with everyone else. They called themselves Buta. Ackran was the representative for them, he was a grumpy man. I think he did not like that he had to deal with a woman now. But he was good enough to try to hide it from me.
The Craggs were next on my list. They looked like elves. Real no shit elves. I almost fangirled over them when I got there. I always thought the elves in books were the best looking of all the races of fantasy books. They were unfortunately not in tune with nature like our books describe them. They had a cyberpunk vibe going on. Srellon was their representative. He took a dislike to me upon our first meeting. I was so disappointed by his attitude.
Last was the Nirni, think sapient birds. I was just hoping that I wouldn’t see a ‘big bird’ looking one, because I would not have been able to keep the laughter in. Tumpy was the representative. I struggled the whole time to maintain my composure. Tumpy seemed to be oblivious to my struggles, so that meeting went pretty well.
I was glad that I had my transport by the end of the trip. I don’t know what I was thinking that I would be able to walk around the whole station. This place was huge, like Los Angeles huge. There is so much to see. I had to thank Minsha, as she let me know what customs I should stay away from. I didn’t want to end up with any more consorts or even worse starting a war.
Once we got back to the palace. I sat down to eat some dinner. I needed a full meal after all the work I put in today. Silva had already been informed that Minsha was joining me for dinner and prepared appropriate food for her as well. Minsha had never been to the palace, so she was amazed by the beauty of the structure, but like me, she was not a fan of the color. I need to find a way to get the color changed. I put that on my tomorrow to-do list.
Tyron informed me that Minsha’s things had been delivered to the palace but since all the rooms had been taken up by the freed slaves, he asked if they should be moved to my room. I told him to go ahead and do it.
“Your things have arrived and are being moved to my room. I was not expecting anyone else to be moving in at the moment and all the spare rooms are being taken up by the freed slaves that I am helping. I hope this will not be a problem.” I asked looking a little defeated. I just met this woman and already have her moving into my room. I know that people joke that lesbians move in together really quickly, but this was crazy. I am just glad sex was not something that was expected. I am not a lesbian; I have been bi since I started fantasizing about sex. I have no sexual experience though. My gender identity issues made me scared to ask anyone out.
“I don’t mind it is just sleeping and we will have to get used to being around each other like this in the future. I just hope you are not repulsed by my species. I know we didn’t have much of a choice in this, but I hope that you can accept me.” She looked so nervous to be saying that. I must admit I hadn’t even really thought about the different species aspect. I was so stunned by the whole courtship issue; it just didn’t register.
I’ll be honest with you, Minsha. I have never been in any real relationship before. I was born very different from what you see before you. According to the AI on the ship I came here on, I had a protein strand that was in the wrong place. This protein strand made me develop into a male of my species. The problem was it was only that strand that made me male. My mind kept telling me I should have been female. I struggled my whole life with this contradiction of body and mind.
It made me hate my body and caused my mind to pull inward. I only felt three feelings during that time: pain, depression, and anger. I didn’t know who I could talk to because this was something that not a lot of people talked about when I was younger. I became cold to the world. Once I realized what it was called for people like me, I found that society hated people like me. So, I hid that part of me. I let it eat away at my soul as I tried to live as a male. I couldn’t form meaningful relationships with others because of my self-hate.
I joined the military for my country, hoping it would take these feelings away or that I could die in war and finally have peace. The military did not make those feelings go away though. Once I was injured, I was able to get out of the military. I lived isolated from people. The only interaction I had with people was what was necessary. Once I found the ship. It fixed my body and finally made me whole, but I still have not healed from all the emotional damage that I inflicted on myself.
I say that so you know that I don’t know how to love. I only just felt joy for the first time when I was changed into this body. So, when you ask me if I find you repulsive, the answer is no but I don’t know how to build a relationship with you. And remember everyone here is a different species from me. On my world, we have not learned yet about other planets with life on them. We have never met another species before. You are the first I have ever told about my life. I hope that this does not repulse you from me. I would like for us to be friends.
I could not tell what she was feeling after I relayed my story, but she was deep in thought. I felt a weight had lifted off my chest as I told her about this. I finally opened up to someone and it felt good. Emotions flooded from my heart, some that I had never experienced before. My eyes started to tear, but I also had a smile on my face.
“Kara, I do not fully understand what you have gone through. It is not something that has happened to my people, but from your words, I could feel your pain. I hope that my friendship will help with that pain. You have shown to this station that you are a good person. I am happy to have you as a friend.” With those simple words, I felt joy flood through my body. It made my heart thaw from the freeze I kept it under.
That night in my room Minsha and I lay on the bed, she told me about her life, and I told her more about Earth. I now understood why Tagnor wore so little clothing, Minsha was hot. I would never freeze with her next to me. Her fur was soft, she let me feel it last night. I think we also made a good start to a great friendship. We may not have similar pasts, but we have similar ideas for the future.
I was awakened by Tren and Kal, they were happy to be working with me. They looked good in the new clothes that they had received, “Your Majesty, we have your clothes ready for you and Minsha. We are looking forward to helping you look your very best.” I gave them a little giggle and grabbed Minsha’s hand to get her out of bed. I was looking forward to some girly assistance with my fashion and makeup. I knew the basics, but I have never really been able to get some direction.
I found that the ladies had laid out some loose robes for me. It was so different from what I had been wearing which had shown off my figure. I looked a little confused at them. “Your Majesty.” Kal started.
I interrupted them, “Call me Kara when we are up here.” I reminded them.
“Kara, you have recently started courting Minsha which requires you to wear this style of dress to symbolize your commitment to her.” Kal finished. I gave her the stink eye at that comment. This sounds like something that the church came up with.
“What custom says that it is very demeaning, that I need to hide my body because I am in a relationship. Is that something the church mandated?” I was skeptical about this. I did feel that it was demeaning to women. It reminded me of a Muslim hijab.
“Yes, Kara it is the Church’s custom, but everyone in the Empire would expect this of you,” Tren said trying to placate my disgust.
“Okay ladies, I am going to introduce the Empire to an Earth custom. I will not wear that no matter what anyone thinks is appropriate. On Earth, those in a relationship wear rings on their left ring finger.” I held up my hand to indicate where I was meaning. “I am willing to comply with some customs and I feel that I am pretty open to the customs of others, but I don’t want to give up my customs in the process. So, get me some pretty clothes please.”
Minsha was a little shocked by my blatant disregard for hundreds of years of history. “What a strange place this Earth, giving trinkets as a symbol of commitment. I will follow your customs Kara, but I do not understand it.”
I spent the next hour explaining the significance of rings and the use of precious metals and stones. I hadn’t even realized that people around here did not wear jewelry. That would have to be another custom that I will have to start. I learned that what I considered precious metals were just a common everyday metal here. That is why Minsha thought it was just a trinket.
The precious metal that my crown was made from is rhodium. It had a silver sheen to it mixed with a rose color. That is a very difficult metal to come across. Our discussion was interrupted by Spire, “Your Majesty, if you would like to look through the collection of royal jewelry. It is in a vault that can only be opened by you. Till now that vault has been a secret that could only be discovered once an heir returned.”
“How much time do I have before the meeting with the council and representatives?” I asked and when I heard that it was two hours from now. “Let’s go see what’s in my vault ladies. I think we can find something for all of us in there.”
We rushed out of the room and followed the instructions that Spire had given us. We found ourselves deep under the palace. No wonder no one has found this place. We had to take stairs down the last three flights of stairs. There was a lot of dust on all the surfaces. The metal walls reminded me of what I thought a space station should look like. It was dimly lit and very functional, rather than decorative.
We found the door that would lead us to the vault. I placed my hand on the scanner to unlock the door. It popped open, releasing a gust of stale air that had been trapped inside. I was going to need maintenance to look at the ventilation down here. We all were coughing as we entered the antechamber. There we fancy suits of armor lining the walls. I found one for Tagnor women, “Minsha you would look great in this suit of armor. It had a metal chest plate, metal leggings, and an intricate helmet. It looked like ceremonial armor.
I made my way over to the vault door. I placed my hand on the scanner. Then we heard mechanical mechanisms behind the door moving and locking into place. The door opened to reveal an enormous room filled with cases of jewelry, each labeled. I found a nice ring and placed it on Minsha’s finger. She admired the ring.
I walked around looking at all the different things. I found something that just called out to me. It was like a combination slave bracelet and forearm gauntlet. I tried it on and that triggered something in the gauntlet. It locked itself in place around my forearm and acknowledged my identity as Queen like my armor did. Only this sealed around my arm. I could not find the seam to open it back up. We started hearing metallic noises coming from all around us. The air handlers down here kicked on, and I started to feel vibrations in the metal.
We quickly closed the vault back up and ran back to the elevator to get out from down there. Once we got to the main floor of the palace a large announcement was broadcast throughout the station. “Queen’s Rage activated. Time of arrival ten days, nine hours, twenty-two minutes.” OK, what is that and why did this happen when I put on this gauntlet?
“Spire, what is Queen’s Rage?” I asked concerned.
“Queen’s Rage is a superdreadnought that the last queen commissioned before she was deposed. It has been sitting in the black hibernating. You have activated it and the spire weapon systems when you put on the gauntlet. You can track the Queen’s Rage from the throne room.”
I’m glad I decided to go with boots today because running seemed to be the thing to do this morning. The four of us started running towards the throne room as the ladies came filling down from their rooms with looks of concern on their faces.
Running in heels was a new feeling but at least they were chunky heels, so I didn’t break my ankle as I climbed the stairs to the throne room. I heard the citizens out in the streets yelling at each other trying to figure out what was going on. Once I got into the throne room and sat down the gauntlet caused a screen to show in front of me. It started listing the status of all the systems of the Queen’s Rage. I was reading through it and saw quantum drive thirty-five percent, and below it was cryo-chambers ten percent. Was there a crew on that ship in status for three thousand years?
I realized that I needed to calm the citizens. I was told I could broadcast from the throne to the entire Empire if I wanted to. I just needed the station at this time. I brought up the broadcast and spoke to the people, “citizens of the Caravelle Empire. This is your Queen giving you an update on the message you just heard. This is nothing for you to worry about. It is a ship that was built at the end of the last queen’s reign. It has been operating in stasis in the black since then. It has become active after receiving a command that I have taken reign. It is now returning to the Spire to act as my flagship. I will update you when more information comes in.”
I hope that would quell some of the hysteria that I heard from the streets. The council and representatives had shown up during my speech and waited in the back of the room until I was done. Commander Krude, the military officer I put in charge after weeding out all the bad apples. Came forward. I wondered how he could live wearing a uniform as a Tagnor. I didn’t have an understanding of their customs when I appointed him, but now I had a new respect for his discipline.
“General Krude, I will forward you the status of the Queen’s Rage as it comes online so you can monitor the status of the ship as well. Tell me how my ascension to the throne has affected my military.” I asked in a serious tone.
“My Queen, I have been checking the status of your ships and unfortunately the Grand Cleric has the support of the majority of your fleet. I have pulled back those that I believe are loyal back to the station in the event of an attack. I believe the Church has a strong hold on the fleet, and they will use it to get back in control.” He informed me honestly.
I should have guessed this was going to happen which means my order for more ships had better hurry up. “What is the status of getting our fleet updated with the technology I released?”
Council member Nobar spoke up as I asked that question. “My Queen, we have run into a problem, the shipyards are not happy with the loss of their slave labor and have refused to supply us with any ships. They believe the Church will take back over and they do not wish to anger the Church by providing us ships.”
“Councilmen Nobar, what about other trading? Are we able to get supplies to the station?” I asked with a sense of urgency.
“Yes, your Majesty, we have always only needed minimal supplies to be sent here as we have been self-sufficient with the bio-chambers and aqua-generators.” He gave me some good news finally.
“I want those guarded at all times. The last thing I want is a saboteur to disable them. So, if I get this right, we are in the midst of a civil war between me and the church?”
General Krude acknowledged my concerns. “That is what it looks like is happening, though they have yet to declare war, I expect that is a foregone conclusion. They are amassing their forces right now.”
“General, I want a tight lid on the Queen’s Rage. I believe that some information about it will get off the ship, but I want to make sure they have no clue about its capabilities. I also want you to get more people trained, and use the former slaves if they want to join. Oh, and cut any payments to any of those on the vessels that are going against us. Money is always a good motivator for soldiers.” I gave him a rundown of what he should be focusing on.
“Mininor, what is going on with the Tagnor? Which side of this are they leaning?” I asked now that I finally had some representation in the meetings.
“My Queen, the Tagnor people stand with you. After yesterday’s trip to the Tagnor section, you have made a positive impression on my people.” I blushed as he told me that and I looked at Minsha. She had been standing next to me quietly as I had these discussions. I hope that in the future I can include her more in the decision-making. I need to get another throne in here for her.
“Grinky, what is the stance of the Pinari in this pending conflict?” I knew that it was a lot to ask these people to help us in fighting our fight. I just needed to see what side they were leaning towards.
“Your Majesty, we are still discussing which side we are supporting. I am here to tell you that we are going to remain neutral at this time.” He said in a calm voice.
“I understand and it is no problem. I have no right to ask you to fight my war. I will continue to keep up my end of the pact you have with my people.” I needed to assure them that I was going to support his people.
“Trinar, and what of the Skraggs?” I also got a no from them, that they were also remaining neutral.
None of that surprised me until I started to deal with the Craggs. I knew he had a dislike me from our first meeting with him and I was kind of surprised he showed up to this meeting. So, what was his actual goal for showing up? “Srellon, I got the distinct impression you were not on my side so why are you here?”
“I am here to give you a chance to surrender and repent to the Grand Cleric. I am sure your life as a slave will not be too painful. You think you know war, but will you be able to wage it and kill millions? I think as a woman you know that you are not strong enough to do that. As all women you are too stupid and weak to properly rule in a man’s…” That is where his words cut off as I shot him in the head with my pistol. I am glad I made a point to always carry that.
“That’s one, only a million more to go. The mistake you made is to think you know what kind of woman I am. Send his body to the others as a message.” The rest of the representatives and council members we wide wide-eyed and shocked. “Let it be known women are not weak nor stupid. Those who underestimate me will end up like Srellon. Let the Craggs know I killed their representative and if they join the Church, they will be killed along with them.”
As the guards removed the body I leaned back on my throne. “I guess there is one good thing about the red carpet. As for those of you who chose neutrality. I respect your choice. You have nothing to worry about from me. You may go back to speak to your people while I make my plans with those who are going to fight with me. Oh, and if you have any troubles let me know I will do what I can to help.” I told them with a smile on my face. I don’t know if that made me look psychotic or not, but it gave them the impression, not to fuck with me.
Once the representatives left, I looked at the General. “Put some troops in the Craggs district. I don’t want them causing problems after I killed their representative. Have them put up messages about what Srellon said and how he died. Let them see the truth.”
“Councilmen, do you have any advice on plays to be made?” We sat for several hours coming up with a plan. The first thing we needed to do was hold a public trial for the men I had custody. Then we had to recruit.
Recruitment was going to be an issue since half of the population of the empire was uneducated. I needed to find a way to make this work out for the best. Damn, those men for keeping the women uneducated and therefore ignorant of their treatment. I needed to start making women aware of their situations. Time to make a speech.
A smaller throne was brought in and set next to mine for Minsha. This was something that needed the support of her as well.
Citizens of the Caravelle Empire I have a message for all my citizens but especially the women of our Empire. For too long the women of this Empire have been treated like chattel. Nothing more than property to the men. You have been denied an education that has been afforded to men and thus left ignorant of just how badly you have been treated. I speak to you as an educated woman, who knows the worth of my sex.
Men fear you becoming educated because that would make it harder to control you. I have seen what women can accomplish when they are educated and free to succeed. I have already mandated that all children, boys, and girls, are to receive the same educational opportunities. For those adult women who wish to learn and take control of their lives. I will be starting a training facility for women who wish to learn and support our Empire.
The Church of Minthral has been lying to you for generations, their goal is to maintain all the power. They wanted to control everyone and keep you compliant. Now that same Church wished to take back control over the Empire and you. They will use military forces to put you under heel so that you cannot revolt against them. I, however, as the rightful Queen of the Caravelle Empire as verified by the Queen’s Spire, wish to lead you all to even greater glory.
The Church thinks it can match the technology that I possess as Queen of the Empire. They need this technology because under their rule the Empire has reversed in their technological knowledge. I will make this knowledge available to those who oppose the Church and its evil ways.
I sit here with the woman I am courting to assure you that we both support the rights of women. We support equality for all. And most of all we support the growth of the Caravelle Empire. May we reach farther into the stars and achieve greatness.
I hoped that would get the women motivated to change. I just hope it didn’t result in a riot. I made sure that my speech was broadcast to all the world in the Empire. Maybe that would cause some people to defect to my side.
“My Queen, there is a fight breaking out in the docking ring section Alpha four nine,” Spire announced to me. This probably was in response to my announcement so I best go down there and see if I can’t help smooth things over. Better get my armor though.
“Follow me, ladies,” I announced as I left for the palace and up to my suite. I suited up in my full armor and grabbed some weapons. I needed to make a statement. I placed my pistol on my hip and grabbed a pulse rifle. I had it at the low ready as I smiled at my ladies and asked them to stay here till I finished. I would need to get Minsha a set of armor if she was interested in following me into a fight.
I took my transport to the docking ring and stepped out. In front of me was a huge fight between some dock workers and someone else, I couldn’t tell who they were with. The guards were not able to break up the fight. It was mayhem but I did see a man with a gun raising it to shoot one of the guards. Before he could get his shot off, I turned his head into pink mist. This rifle was great. I wish I had this when I was in the army.
People around the man quickly backed away as his body fell to the ground. I saw a man on the other side of the crowd aim his weapon at me and he got the same treatment as the other man. Everyone was staring at me at this point. No one wanted to move for fear that I would shoot them. “What the hell are you all doing on my station?”
A large man pushed through the crowd. He was a race I was not overly familiar with. He had a pig-like nose and was built like a tank. It seemed to me he thought he was in charge of the situation, “Look here, lady. I am here to pick up the fifty slaves I was promised. I think I might just have to take a little extra for you killing my men. So why don’t you just get along and get me my slaves.”
“There are no more slaves in the Caravelle Empire,” I responded to him.
“Then we have a problem, you better get me my slaves, or I will see to it that this station is torn apart starting with you.” He stated as he raised a gun and pointed it at me. I needed him alive to question, so I shot him in the left knee removing his leg. He squealed as he fell to the ground. Another man got a shot off at me before I could respond to him. My shields kept me from getting hit. I returned fire into his gut.
“I don’t like threats pig man. Now we are going to have a nice long talk, you and I. You are going to tell me everything I want to know and then you are going to rot in a prison cell while I sell your ship for scrap. Guards secure these men and their ship. I want that thing searched from top to bottom.” The guards responded and started working through the people.
“Dock workers? Why were you fighting these men?” I asked trying to understand what happened to set off this fight.
A young skinny man couldn’t be more than twenty spoke up first, “You see yur Majesty. Ma’am. Tha’s ship jus’ come in ‘d tha’s lookin fur some slaves. We’s tolds dem aint no slaves here on account of new Queen. Tha’s didn’ like dat answer. Tha’s hit ours foreman ands we’s try to help him out.”
I think I figured out what that boy was trying to say, but man I thought cajun was hard to understand. “So, these men came here looking for some slaves and the foreman told them there are none. Then they hit him, so you all jumped in and started fighting them.”
“Yes, yur Majesty.” He replied to me very nervous.
“Well done, next time though please leave the fighting to the guards. Now get to the med bay and get patched up. We have cargo that needs to be moved around.” I said to the dock workers.
Captain Fenmer came up to me, “Your Majesty, what are you doing down here while a fight is going on? You could have been hurt or killed.”
“Captain, I appreciate your concern about my safety, but I need to set an example that this sort of action will not be tolerated in our Empire. I will let you go back to work, and I will go back to the palace where it is safe.” I said sarcastically. I did head back to the palace after that. It probably was stupid for me to go by myself.
I needed more information about what happened between the last Queen and this Minthral. That created a huge shift in rule. “Spire, can you tell me what led to the downfall of the last Queen?”
Queen Alana was the youngest child; she had an older brother Minthral. When Alana was chosen to be the next ruler, Minthral was not happy. As time went on and Queen Alana was crowned, he worked as her military advisor. She remained in the dark about what her brother was doing with the military. He was garnering a lot of support among the military men. This support did not stop with just the military, he was secretly recruiting the top families of the Empire to support him.
He did this over the years, unbeknownst to Queen Alana. The first strike happened ten years into Queen Alana’s reign. The men mutinied in seventy percent of the fleet. They gained control over the majority of the military. Word had gotten to the Queen of the mutiny, and she was able to lock down the spire’s main weapons and shields. She made sure that it could only be unlocked by a female descendent in possession of the crown and she fled in the Queen’s transport trying to get to the Queen’s Rage. Unfortunately, her ship was damaged as she was leaving the system causing her to not reach the dreadnought. Since the Queen’s Rage was to be her flagship, its AI was programmed to only respond to the wearer of that gauntlet. With the Queen deposed the Queen’s Rage transported itself to the black between galaxies. Where it has remained.
King Minthral took the throne after the Queen escaped. He claimed the Queen had died and he would rule in her stead. It was not long after that he made it, so women had no power in the government, and it only got worse when he died without a male heir. That is when the Church of Minthral was created and took power. The Church then went about stripping all women of any rights or power. The Church has maintained an iron grip over the throne ever since.
I thought about this. I couldn’t claim that they stole power because that was Minthral that did that. They just seized on the opportunity when Minthral died. What was I going to charge them with? I will just have to say that I am the rightful ruler because only I can operate the full systems of the Empire. I will charge them with willfully harming citizens of the Empire.
“Spire, does the fleet have AIs in their ships?” I asked.
“No, my Queen. The Empire has no active remaining. They lost the knowledge to program AIs. Currently, the only active AIs are RXAI-199, Queen’s Rage, and me.” Spire responded to me.
That means that I have no override control over any of the fleet out there. It also means I have access to the most advanced technology in the Empire. From what I have found this station is only vulnerable to internal threats. After the commotion on the dock ring the other day. I am going to have problems with ships docking. That will be the best way for them to damage the station, by blowing a ship up while connected to the docking ring. Now I know my weak point, I need to find a way to prevent that from happening.
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The Trial
I had all the members of the church and those in positions of power within the station lined up in the throne room. I made sure that this trial was broadcast throughout the Empire. Minsha was sitting next to me upon the dais. Looking down at all the people that I needed to judge and sentence, but I had to seem like a was not a malevolent ruler.
“You are all charged with treason, intentionally harming citizens of the Empire, and contempt of the Crown. Those who wish to submit to my rule are asked now to kneel before me.” There was no one that took a knee. I wondered if they thought I was to week to punish them.
“I see, well I will share what I have found since I have taken the throne. The Empire was stolen from Queen Alana when her brother Minthral decided he thought he should rule instead of her. He then took away the women’s right to hold places of power. Minthral was unable to produce a male heir. Upon his death the Church of Mintral was formed and placed itself in the place of power. The Church has taken away all women’s rights so that they were nothing but property of men.”
“This brings us to me, Queen Alana managed to accomplish several things that Minthral was unable to undo. Prior to her escaping from being murdered by her brother, she locked down this station so that you did not have the full knowledge of the empire available to you. This knowledge was to be locked until an heir of Queen Alana would sit on the throne with the crown. She also locked away the key for control of the Queen’s Rage in Queen’s Vault below the spire. The knowledge of that vault was locked away in the Spires AI. Lastly, she escaped she took the crown with her.”
“Now you may be wondering how I came into possession of the crown. I was told by the Royal Transport that Queen Alana used to escape, because I am a descendant of Queen Alana. That is how I was able to unlock all functions of the Queen’s Spire. This is how I was recognized as your Queen and how I now have the key that controls the Queen’s Rage.”
“I do not wish the Empire to fall into a civil war. I hope that the people of the Empire will embrace me as your Queen and support the path back to greatness as the Empire once was. Now that you know what happened and how futile it would be to go against me, do any of you wish to challenge me to trial by combat?” I put this out there for the group to give the people a demonstration of just what an educated and trained woman could do. I needed to prove that women were not inferior and weak.
The former General stepped up. I smiled as he walked up, he had courage and skill. I hope I did not make my reign shorter, but this would be a good example. “General, you impressed me when you spoke to me honestly about your lack of willingness to follow me. As a military leader I respect the service you have given to the Empire. Unfortunately, you have chosen to follow the losing side. We fight with knives and no armor. This will be decided on skill alone.”
Minsha looked at me with a worried look in her eyes. She did not want me to do this, but she has also never seen me fight in hand-to-hand combat. I stood up and removed my armor. Underneath I had the jumpsuit I woke up in two and half months ago. This was so they could see that I hid nothing to gain an unfair advantage over him. Tren and Kal walked up to me and opened a box that I had them bring down. Inside were two identical knives I grabbed one. “Please set the other knife in the middle of the floor, ladies. Minsha, trust me I know what I am doing.” I gave the three women a smile and stepped aside.
Once the knife was placed in the middle, I motioned for him to go for the knife. I stood some distance away from him, so he felt safe going for the knife. “Please, General, check the knife. Make sure the knife is real and sharp. I want this to be an equal and fair fight.” He stepped forward and grabbed the knife and looked over it.
“Usurper, this is not a fair fight. There is no way you can beat me.” He said as he grabbed the knife with the blade up and held it back by his hip and his other hand in front of him in a fist. He looked comfortable in his stance.
I took up a boxer’s stance with the blade down. “General, first rule of military tactics is never underestimating your enemy.” We danced around getting a feel for each other before striking.
“Girl, you don’t even know how to hold a blade properly.” He said with a snarl. I just giggled in response. I realized that he was going to rely on his size and strength in the fight. He also was not very light on his feet. He looked a little stiff in his movements.
My laugh is what caused him to rush forward, and as expected he thrust from the hip in a well telegraphed strike. I easily side stepped the thrust and slashed across his forearm. We separated again and he looked a little more closely at the way I moved. My slash did not do much damage to his arm but that was not the point. The point was to show that I could draw blood. They must not have much of a martial arts program in the Empire because when I switched my stance and transferred my knife to my other hand, he looked confused.
Now might be time to put my Army Combatives training to good use. A nice armbar would make a point. I just needed to get in close to be able to take him to the ground. I jumped in for a quick jab to the face which he blocked easily. I had jumped back out of reach before he could strike with the knife. I did this a couple times, to make him raise his guard up. Next, I feigned another jab causing him to strike out with his knife where he thought I was going to be. I grabbed his wrist and did a hip throw, flipping him onto his back. Then I dropped into an armbar and broke his arm with a quick thrust of my hips.
The General was screaming out in pain as I let go of his arm and rolled back into a standing position. He had to pick up the knife with his off hand and I could tell he was not doing good with the pain he was in. The crowd around were staring in shock at the fight. Here was a smaller woman totally dominating this trained soldier. I should have put him out of his misery, but I had a point to make. As I swept his legs out from under him, he dropped the knife as he struck the ground and cried out in pain. I rolled over and stabbed his other shoulder taking out both arms.
The man was writhing on the ground, I went in to grab him by his hair. I got cocky though and missed him throwing a punch at my jaw. The strike made me stumble back a little and busted open my lip. That will teach me to keep my focus until the job is done. He still couldn’t get up off the floor and he was getting close to getting his knife, but I got there in time to kick it away. Stepping on his wrist, I slashed the inside of his elbow cutting his tendons. I knew he was out of the fight now. I grabbed his hair and lifted him to his feet and held him in front of the crowd of traitors.
I slashed his neck and let his body drop to the floor. “Does anyone else think that I am a weak and stupid woman?” I grabbed the other knife and walked over to Tren and Kal and placed both knives back into the box. They both looked at me in shock after what I had just done.
Sitting back on the throne, I looked at the Grand Cleric, and spit some blood on to the ground. “That’s seven, still think I am not capable of killing. Guards take these men to nearest airlock and push them out.” My lip was sore, and I was sure it was swollen but I couldn’t show that pain to anyone.
My ladies walked me down to the med bay to get my lips looked at.
The Arrival
Minsha and I sat in my suite talking. I was reminiscing about Earth. I felt alone up here so far away. I had good people around me, but I still missed home. I wanted to go back and visit, but how could I do that? Who would I even visit? My extended family thinks I’m dead, I’m sure. Imagine the stir I would cause just flying a ship to Earth. It still broke my heart to realize that I was never going to see my home again.
Minsha tried to console me, but she couldn’t relate. She was home and always had been. She was born here on the station, along with everyone who surrounded me. I was the outsider, and I always would be. It would be fun though to fly back and land in the middle of Lafayette Square and ask for volunteers to join me in space. I know there would be a lot of people who would jump at the chance.
I needed to get to a planet and feel the ground under my feet again. I have been locked in this giant tin can for weeks after spending two months in a tin can. I felt I needed to stretch my legs a little. I didn’t understand the entertainment on this station. I suppose that’s what you get when you have guys making shows for guys. The former slaves that I had living in the palace slowly dwindled down. Many of the working girls took my offer to work in the brothels. I was also working on reuniting children with their mothers, which was not going so well. The children felt no connection to their mothers. After seeing some of reunifications it broke my heart to see the pain on the women’s face as they cried.
It was a tense time in the station. I didn’t see any more fights on the station, I think my demonstration with the General made people realize that I wasn’t playing around. The training program for the women was going slow. They were so undereducated that it was proving difficult to try to catch up with them.
Overall things on the station were improving, I think. The rest of the Empire was not going as smoothly. I had seized all the money from the Church, but they still had support out amongst the rest of the systems. I feared that I would never be able to completely root them all out.
I received notice from the space port control tower that a massive ship just jumped into our space. My gauntlet let me know that it was the Queen’s Rage. I took my group of ladies to the observation deck so that I could get a good look at it. Massive was an understatement when I saw it moving towards the station. The ship was almost half the size of this station. It was curved triangular shape with a rounded nose. I was so impressed, I wondered what size crew was on the ship. I wanted to go aboard so bad I was giddy with excitement.
My hands found their way into Minsha’s hands. As our fingers intertwined, I looked up at her. “Doesn’t that ship look beautiful?”
“Yes, Kara that ship looks amazing and scary all at once. Never have I ever seen a ship that size.” She looked out at the ship with a shocked look on her face.
“Let’s go take a tour of my new ship.” I suggested to her. I had a huge smile on my face as I looked at her.
“Yes, let us go, see what it is like.” She looked down at me with a smile.
We walked together; my arm wrapped in hers. We both had our armor on today. I didn’t want anything to happen to either of us. We made our way to the Royal Transport. It had been a while since I had been back inside. “RXAI-199 take us to Queen’s Rage.” I got an affirmative and an ETA of two hours.
I spent the time talking to Minsha and showing her where I spent the two months before arriving at the station. I asked RXAI-199 if he could show what Earth looked like as we left. I watched the sight of my blue marble getting smaller as we travelled out into deep space. It brought a tear to my eyes as I had to say goodbye to my home. Minsha, sensing that I was sad at seeing that, gave me a hug. I am still trying to get used to the tickle of her fur when we hug. It’s so soft I am a little jealous that my hair isn’t as soft.
The docking with the Queen’s Rage was so seamless that I almost hadn’t realized we had done it. The air hissed as the airlock cycled to allow us to transit to the Queen’s Rage. I was met by a man and woman officer. Admiral Stook and Captain Bishop. They both popped to a salute, “Permission to come aboard Admiral” I asked with the utmost respect.
I think I may have confused her. “Permission granted, my Queen.” I think both were wondering why I would ask for permission to board a ship in my fleet.
To ease some confusion, “When I was in the military in my home world it was a military custom that any visitor no matter the rank would ask permission to come aboard. Since you are in command here on this ship Admiral that is why I asked you. Just so you both know I was a ground pounder and not on any vessels so I may ask questions you might think would be common knowledge. Just bear with me if I ask any crazy questions. So, now that the formalities are out of the way, who is going to give me a tour?” I had a huge smile on my face.
The admiral still looked confused, “Why were you serving in the military your Majesty? I would think royalty would not want to put themselves in that danger.” Ah ok so I had some explaining to do.
“I was not royalty on my home world. I didn’t find out about my royal heritage till I arrived at Queen’s Spire. Queen Alana’s transport crash landed on my planet in the neighboring galaxy. She had a family with my species which are called humans. This happened three millennia ago. I just happened to stumble upon that transport one day and was brought here. So, while I lived on that planet, I was an average human in the region I lived in. We did not have royalty our leaders were elected by the people. I fought in many battles while I was in the military and was even injured by an enemy. That is the quick and easy explanation, but maybe someday we will talk again, and I can share more with you.” I wrapped my arm in Minsha’s and brought her close. I figured it was good to show where everyone stood.
The captain spoke up next, “We observed your fight with that General. We were quite distressed to find that you had so many malcontents around you. We felt even more distress when you chose to fight in hand-to-hand combat. It was a glorious battle though, and your strategy was amazing. Where did you learn those moves?” He spoke like how a lot of the guys spoke at the bars when they got back from deployments. It was strange that it was a similar mentality.
“Thank you, I have had years of martial arts training and army combatives training. Though that would be the first time I killed a man in hand-to-hand combat. Usually, it is at the end of a riffle.” His eyes got wide with excitement as I said this. I hoped he didn’t expect more stories right now.
“How up to date are you all on the current status of the Empire?” I asked both.
“We knew before we went in cryo-sleep that Queen Alana had to flee it was because of her brother. We were not expecting it to take this long to be awaken by a rightful heir. We have received reports on military channels that there is a call for ships of the Empire to join in the glorious fight against the foul usurper.” I nodded.
“Yes, after Minthral died without a male heir, a church was named claiming he was a god or something of that nature. Anyway, this Church of Minthral has been ruling for several millennia until I showed up. Now I am trying to take out the trash. If you study the teaching of Minthral, you Admiral would never hold your position. You would be a slave. Same with me. I am fighting to make the Empire equal for all.” I will explain to both.
“Women have always ruled over the Caravelle Empire my Queen,” Admiral Stook exclaimed.
“That is not how I rule, Admiral. Rank is given to those who prove they can handle those duties. I will not have anyone promoted or ruling just because of their sex. The old ways are what I believe resulted in the uprising of the men, and the subjugation of women.” I spoke. This caused a shock to both of the officers in front of me.
“How rude of me, I am sorry for not introducing you earlier. This lovely woman next to me is Minsha, and we are courting each other. Please forgive me for this my sweet.” I apologized to Minsha.
“It is quite alright my Queen; I understand how excited you were to see this ship that you had a momentary lap of judgement. I do expect some attention this evening though.” She replied to me with a little sass. I give him a little wink in return.
The Admiral cleared her throat, obviously not use to hearing such banter. “My Queen please follow me I will show you the Queen’s Rage. It is your flagship to lead the battles ahead after all. We will start with the bridge.”
We made our way to a tram that took us throughout the ship. The center of this behemoth was a garden that was beautiful. I wanted to take a walk through it sometime. Once we reached the command deck, we were escorted onto the bridge. The bridge crew all came to my attention when I entered the bridge. The bridge had twenty stations around the front and three chairs along the back in the command dais. One in the far back and two up in front of it. Admiral Stook gestured to the single chair at the back of the bridge. “Queen Kara would you please take the command chair and activate the Queen’s Rage?” With a smile I walked over to the command chair and took a seat.
As I sat down in the command chair, the sound of the ship became even stronger. The display on the monitors seemed to cycle faster. The AI of the ship sounded throughout the ship. “Queen’s Rage is ready for war my Queen. Weapons cache is fully stocked, shield generators are ready for deployment, and fighter squadrons are ready to deploy. Accessing Caravelle Empire’s communications net. Downloading system information. Sync complete with Queen’s Spire. Welcome to the Queen’s Rage Queen Kara of Earth. Searching system charts Earth located.”
That last announcement caught me by surprise, “Rage, how long would it take to fly to Earth?”
“Calculating… thirty days twenty-six hours fifteen minutes. Do you wish me to plot a course my Queen?”
“No, that’s ok maybe someday but we are needed here right now.” I sighed. I really wanted to go but I could not leave the Empire in such turmoil just so I can get over my homesickness. It will be no different from the four deployments I did. Just to know that I could go back was enough for me right now.
“Captain, I would like to have another chair added next to mine for Minsha to sit next to me. You have control of the bridge, Captain.” I announced as I stood up and walked over to Minsha and Admiral Stook. “Let us see more of this fine ship.”
As we walked off the bridge everyone came to attention once more. On the far end of the command deck was the queen’s quarters. I opened the door to look in; it was immaculately decorated. White and blue adorned the walls and furniture. It had everything I needed to spend long stretches in comfort aboard the ship. Minsha was impressed by the luxury that now surrounded her. “It’s good to be courting the Queen, isn’t it Minsha.”
She spun around looking at everything. “Yes, Kara it is like a dream that I never knew I wanted.” She looked so excited to be here with me. The admiral on the other hand was taken aback by the show of familiarity that Minsha had shown me.
As we continued to tour the ship, we were shown the officer’s mess, the training rooms, the weapons range, and environmental. Environmental turned out to be the huge green forest that was located in the middle of the ship. It processed and filtered the air as well as provided oxygen. They had water reclamation tanks at the back of the bay. This was a self-sustaining environment, well except food. The food stores were immense, but they needed to be with a crew of thirty thousand.
The fighter hangers were huge. Each of the four hangers held squadrons of a hundred fighters. The amount of fire power that was on this ship was nothing but amazing. The auto weapons surrounding the ship were controlled from fifteen separate locations so the guns could be locally fired. There were two main energy cannons on the hull of the ship. They were powerful enough to split a planet which made me wonder why we would ever need that kind of power.
The ship was amazing, and I was glad it was on my side after seeing what it had at its disposal. It would make a statement when it arrived as the flag ship of my fleet whenever I must confront the enemy. After the tour Minsha and I went back to the Spire.
So far, all that I have shown the Empire was that I was not weak and that I had no qualms about doing dirty things. I think that I need to show the empire that I can also bring people together. I figured it was time to bring in the rich and powerful together so I can get them on board with my ideas. A ball where they could all come together and meet with me.
I finally had a palace assistant, and Misty finally joined me in the palace. I made her my lady in waiting so that I could teach her and take care of her, while giving her a purpose. She was quite surprised when she saw her new wardrobe and the quality of the clothes. No longer was she in rags and ill-fitting but made specifically for her.
My palace assistant Tray was a flamboyant Skraggs with an eye for detail. We met together with all my ladies. “We are going to throw a ball in the palace. I want to make sure that we invite all the rich and powerful people who have not pledged their loyalty to the Church. I want them to bring their families. If you need to sell it to them, tell them it is an opportunity to get facetime with the Queen and be heard. We will have a dinner before drinks and dancing.”
“I want everyone to wear their very best clothing, this means I want all my ladies here to have gowns made especially for the ball. I want to have a few places redecorated as well. I want the entryway changed. Lose the red décor, change it to a light blue and gold. I want a ball room set up as well with the same colors. Other rooms that need to be changed are my quarters and the throne room. Tray, please make sure these changes get made as quickly as possible.”
“Please get with Silva to get a meal plan. I would like to have all the plans and invitation list created in five days. I would like to have this ball within forty days. We will need to take care of security for the system and the Spire as well as for the event.”
I always wanted to go to a ball wearing fancy dress, now I can make it happen. This will be a dream come true. I imagine a strapless corset ball gown. Gliding around the floor with a prince or princess in my arms. This was making my heart flutter; would I be able to find real love here? I needed to know which races I would be compatible with.
Pinari are a no though. That would not be something I could go for. I know that there are more races than the main seven, but most of the minor ones limit themselves to their home planets. Nirni, is also a definite no, I just don’t even know how to describe how wrong that would be. I know that I am courting Minsha, but we have not tried anything with each other. We were thrown together by accident, and we are trying to make the best of the situation. I need to talk with her about what she wants.
There are just so few people that I can trust to be close to right now and it makes it hard to build anything meaningful with anybody. It also keeps me isolated. I wonder if other monarchs felt like this.
“Minsha, can we talk for a minute alone?” I asked my girlfriend. I decided it was important to understand what she was thinking about when it came to our relationship.
“Of course, Kara, I am at your disposal.” She said in a polite tone, and had a smile on her face. Everyone left after I asked for us to be alone.
“How are we going to move forward with our relationship? I know up till now we have given the public the idea that we are so very much in love, but I want your honest opinion. What are your ideas for our relationship’s future? Do you want us to become intimate, or do you want to stay strictly plutonic when out of the public eye?” I asked as so that I could get some clarification on how we proceed. I didn’t want to initiate sexual encounters with her, and she felt obligated to go along with it because I am the queen.
“Kara, I didn’t think you thought me attractive because I am not like you. I never considered that I would be anything but your friend in all this while putting up an air of romance for the public. I have seen many emotions from you since we have been together. I have seen your empathy, happiness, pain, loneliness, and your rage, but I have yet to see your love. Are you capable of loving me?”
“That is a good question, I have yet to let myself feel it. I didn’t know if you were even interested in loving a woman. In my home, most women are not interested in women sexually and I didn’t want to assume you were. It is not like I asked you that before we started courting. I don’t want to force you into a type of relationship that you were uncomfortable with. If you are comfortable with it, I would like to see if we are compatible together. From your last response I believe you can tell how lonely I have been. I am just so different than everyone and no one here has the same experiences as I have. I didn’t even know about other species of sentient people till about ninety days ago.”
“Yes, I don’t understand your world from the stories you have shared with me. I have never lived on a planet, but we can teach each other about our pasts. I am willing to try to have a sexual relationship with you and we can see how we both like it. I know that this was not what you were intending to get into but, I hope we can work past this.”
“Minsha, I appreciate your openness and your willingness to make the best out of this situation. Can I kiss you?” She nodded her head yes and smiled. I responded to her smile with my own and moved into kiss her lips. It was just a quick kiss, but it was like any other kiss I have had. It felt good so I went back in for a longer kiss.
When I pulled back this time, I looked at her and she had a savage smile. Her lips curled up and I saw her large canines. “You like is that much, Misha?”
“Oh yes, that was my first ever kiss, and I found it quite enjoyable. I hope we can do more of that.” She replied and moved in closer to kiss me. We made out for a long time. My lips were a little sore after we finished but like she said it was quite enjoyable.
As I lay next to her and stroked her arm, when a large explosion outside the station. We quickly ran out of our room and made our way to the throne room so I could get a briefing on what was happening.
We entered the throne room, and I had Spire show me what was going on outside the station. We saw Queen’s Rage firing on three ships that had come into the system. “Spire, get me in contact with Admiral Stook.” A separate screen flashed up showing Admiral Stook in the command chair.
“Admiral, what is going on out there?” I asked.
“My Queen, we had three ships that came into the system requesting that we stand down while they remove you from the throne. We maneuvered to put us between the Spire and these rogue ships. They attacked and we are returning fire. Do you wish us to destroy them, or take the crew alive?”
“Please bring me the command team of the ship who ordered you to stand down. I want them interrogated. If the other ships surrender, then we will put the crew in prison and see what we can salvage off those ships. I need to build a fleet of my own.”
“As you command My Queen.” The Admiral replied and proceeded to give orders to her crew. From the display of the fighting outside, it was obvious that this was a lopsided fight. The other ships' weapons were not getting through the shield. I noticed that the Queen’s Rage was deploying fighters to disable the other ships. The church’s ships were trying to repel the fighters, but they were quickly overwhelmed, and the engines were disabled.
The Admiral sent a message to the three ships to surrender and prepare to be boarded. None of the ships acknowledged her with a response. My guess is they would not allow themselves to be beaten by a woman.
The Admiral decided to send a different kind of message. One of the long laser cannons on the bottom of the ship fired and destroyed one of the support ships. I didn’t hear what the admiral was saying to these ships, but I had full faith in her abilities to operate her ship in a way that would accomplish my goals.
Unfortunately, the Admiral was not able to accomplish the mission I had set forth, as the lead ship exploded from the inside, and to my dismay four of my fighters were caught in the blast. I told the Admiral to send me the names of the pilots that were killed in the blast. I wanted to make sure they were recognized for their bravery.
A few days later I was going to see what plans they came up with for the ball I wanted to be thrown. I went down to the palace ballroom with Minsha. Our relationship started to change after our first kiss. Now she felt she had a place next to me. Since we promised to keep our courtship going to protect her and her family. Plus, she was a good woman. The farthest we have gotten is second base, but we still want to take our time going further.
We entered the ballroom to see a band setting up. I was made up of men, but I can hardly complain since I just changed the rules. I saw some of the ladies who remained in the palace helping hang decorations. This made me happy that they were able to work and help in the palace. The decorations were exactly what I wanted; the baby blue color made the room lighten up.
We took our seats so that we could listen to the music that the band would play. I sat and closed my eyes so I could focus on just the music. At first, the music was melodic but then I noticed a tone that was irritating my ear. My head started pounding, but I couldn’t move to tell them to stop. I passed out and fell onto Minsha.
I woke up in the med bay. My ears were ringing, and I had a massive headache. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could feel something in my ear, and I hoped that was a medical device to help heal me. The bright lights in the room were hurting my eyes. I had to shut my eyes. I could feel Minsha squeezing my hand. She was sitting next to me while I was being treated. I smiled and squeezed her hand in return.
I don’t know how long it took to heal my ears but eventually, the doctor unhooked the machines that were around my head. I blinked my eyes, finally feeling better. I sat up and looked at the doctor. “What happened to me?”
“Your Majesty, I don’t know what caused your issues, but your eardrums were ruptured and you were bleeding from your nose and ears. You also had some swelling of your brain. It took us a few days to be able to get the swelling down and then to fix your eardrums. Do you know what caused this issue so we could look out for it?”
“I was listening to the band play a song when a tone in the music seemed to paralyze me and then caused me to lose consciousness. Was anyone else in the room affected by the music?” I asked worried that others in the room had a similar experience.
“No, you were the only one affected, we don’t understand why this is so. Captain Fenmer would like to ask you some questions when you are ready. Should I get him for you?” The doctor asked me. I nodded yes to him.
“Can you also have Minsha brought here as well?” I asked the doctor as he left the room. A short time later Captain Fenmer walked into my room.
“My Queen, I am glad to see you doing better. I just have a few questions for you so we can determine who was at fault. What do you remember of your attack?” He asked me if he felt like it was an assassination attempt.
“All I remember was the band was playing, I had my eyes closed so I could concentrate on the music. It started fine but then there was a tone that started to build in the music, but I could not open my eyes or move. The tone finally got so bad that my head was hurting, and my ears were in pain. I don’t remember much after that till I woke up here.” I relayed my experience as I remembered.
“Do you remember being given anything before coming into the ballroom? Maybe from someone you trust?” He was hinting at something, but I couldn’t figure out who he thought was the culprit.
“No, the only thing that I had that day was breakfast like I always do. I don’t see how that could affect my ears in that way.” He looked at me skeptically.
“Can you be sure that no one in the room had a device that would hurt you? They would have to be close to not hurt others in the room.” Now I understood what he was hinting at. I got a feeling that the reason that Minsha was not here right now was because he suspected that she was the one who hurt me.
“You best be careful of your accusations Captain. Minsha would not have hurt me in any way. To infer she is the one that hurt me is utter nonsense. I am one hundred percent sure that Minsha did not try to hurt me. How would she know my ears are sensitive to that tone? I believe it was nothing but an accident caused by the music, which may be okay for most people on this ship but affects me physically. You better not have put Minsha in jail over this. You may find yourself looking for a new job if you did.” I responded with venom in my speech. “Minsha better be brought to me right now or I will have your head.”
Captain Fenmer looked at me with wide eyes and a look of fear on his face. He quickly ran out of the room to bring me Minsha. I couldn’t believe what he was trying to say that Minsha would try to kill me. My head was starting to hurt again. I needed to calm down, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to until Minsha was in front of me unharmed.
I laid back down and massaged my temples to help get rid of my headache. Captain Fenmer walked in with Minsha and another officer. I saw that she had been restrained for some time, as her clothes were dirty, and she looked like she was not treated well.
I motioned for Minsha to come to me. As she moved forward, I saw the officer move as if to stop her. I gave the officer a dirty look. “Minsha, I am so sorry about the way you were treated. After we get you cleaned up and looked at, I want you to tell me everything.” She was crying and holding on to me.
I tried really hard to remain calm, but I was about to explode from what I just learned. “Whose bright idea was it to put the woman I am courting, and the daughter of one of my council members, into jail and hurt her?”
The officer was obviously the one who tried to pin this incident on Minsha, “Your Majesty, it had to be her. There was no one else near you and no one else felt the music was wrong in any way. She is just a stupid Tagnor.” That was it, I couldn’t contain my anger any longer.
I jumped off the bed and punched him in the jaw and kicked him between his legs. Sending him to the ground. “Captain Fenmer was this the officer who arrested Minsha?”
“Yes, he is, he said he had proof that she was the one that attacked me. I have not examined that proof as of yet. I did approve Minsha’s arrest, of the word of this officer.” The captain looked down understanding that he royally screwed up.
“He is to be put in jail and held for trial for submitting false statements and the mistreatment of a detainee. He was also fired from his job. If he somehow is found innocent of the charges, he will not work as an officer at my station ever again. I do not tolerate any bigotry from any of those who are supposed to maintain order on my station. And Captain, you are on warning, do not let me hear about any of your officers doing this kind of thing again. You best get rid of the bad apples.”
He looked at me confused, “What are bad apples?”
“That is a saying in my world, it means individuals that make the whole organization look bad.” I turned back to Minsha and the Captain removed the former officer from my room.
“Minsha let me call the doctor in here to look at you before we get home,” I said to her.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “Kara, I was so scared. I couldn’t understand why they thought I could hurt you. I was afraid that you would believe them and lock me away. But I should have known you are smarter than that. I just want to go home; my injuries are very minor and will heal soon. I just need you to hold me and comfort me.”
“Ok Minsha, let me carry you to the carriage and get you home.” I picked her up and princess carried her out of the hospital. I let everyone see that I would protect this woman and that I didn’t care what my position was. I would do anything for her.
As I exited the room with Minsha, I met her father Maninor outside my room. “I heard what was said about my daughter and how you stuck up for her. It made me happy to hear that you would not let bias color your judgment. I feel that while it is unorthodox, you have made a good mate for my daughter. Thank you for taking care of her my Queen.”
“Maninor, I would like to apologize to you and your wife for what the station guards did to Minsha. She is one of the few people I trust in this galaxy. I hope you can forgive me for these actions.”
“My Queen, we do not blame you for the actions of others. To know that you immediately acted and corrected the situation warmed our hearts. Would you like me to help you carry Minsha to your carriage?”
“No, Maninor I need to do this for the regret I feel over her treatment. I need to show everyone that I support her.” I replied to him.
“As you wish.” That was all that he said as he escorted me to my carriage. There was a large group of people gathered taking vids of me and Minsha as I got her into the carriage. The press had been berating her since her arrest. I was glad to show them what I really thought of the situation. The idea that the officer was carted off before we exited should help with my point.
I didn’t answer any questions till I had Minsha in the carriage. I said my statement that I had fallen sick, and I fainted. That the arrest was motivated by the hate of the Tagnor people by a singular officer serving the station. That he had been arrested for lying. I thanked the doctors at the hospital for helping me and getting me better. I smiled and waved as I climbed in next to Minsha and headed back towards the palace.
That evening I spent my time pampering Minsha and showing her that I cared about her. I conditioned her fur, so it felt super soft. As we soaked in the tub I asked her, “Do you have any reservations about our relationship now that you were treated so badly?”
“I don’t have any reservations about our relationship. The way you handled the situation with the officer that tried to frame me, told me that you believed in me without any hesitation. You didn’t even entertain his lies for a moment.” I felt she was going to be happy with me. I wish that this incident hadn’t happened to her.
I also had to think of a new way to provide music for the ball because I obviously can’t listen to the band, they had provided for me. I wish my phone still had power so that I could get music from it.
I paced in my room, trying to figure out what to do for music. My only options were to find out which instrument caused the problem or see if I could find someone to retrieve the music on my phone. I didn't want to be exposed to those sounds again.
I invited Minsha to go with me to my royal transport. I needed to see where RXAI-199 stashed my phone and my headphones. I wanted a little touch of home. Instead of the dress I usually wear now, I chose green leather-like pants and a leather jacket over a simple white top. Minsha wore her typical dress that was customary for her people to wear. I liked the bandeau top she was wearing. It looked like she was about to go back home to the beach.
We took the secret way for the palace residents to get around without being seen. The dock for my transport was isolated from the other ports so that I could board without anyone watching me. We boarded the ship. "Hello RXAI-199, we are here looking for some of my items from Earth. Where did you put my phone and headphones?"
"Queen Kara, your items are in your sleeping quarters in the cabinet near your bed," RXAI-199 informed me. We both went in and found my items, which was a little. It was just my running outfit and my water bottle. Next to my old clothes was my phone and headphone case. The last remnants of my life on Earth were these few items. It was disheartening to see just how little of my old life I had in my possession. I wondered what happened with all my belongings back on Earth.
I am sure they all think I am dead, and essentially, I am. Even if I made it back to Earth, no one would believe just who I was. I was so concerned about my old life; maybe I missed the sense of familiarity in my life. Everything I do or see here is all new to me, and I have nothing from my home to help comfort me.
I chuckled a little when I thought about how the technology on the ship could help me call home. I know that is impossible. It would be funny if it could. I would be lucky if I could power it up and get access to my saved music just to listen to something that wouldn't kill me.
Minsha put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. "What items are you looking at here have brought you such pain?"
I looked at her, "This is a computer and communication device. It holds pictures and other things that we need to function on Earth. Everyone had something similar to this, allowing us to connect with people all over Earth. We could talk and video chat with anyone we knew. It also stored the music I liked on here. I had some five hundred songs saved on here. I hope we can find a way to power this up so I can remember my home. This little box charges pieces into your ears, so one person can only listen to whatever you are listening to." I pulled out the headphones and showed them how they fit in my ear. They were only helpful if I could charge both up.
"How does this work, Kara?" Minsha asked me while looking at the phone, trying to understand how this small brick could do everything I said.
"If we can get power to it, I will show you." I smiled at her as we left my transport. And we headed back up into the palace. The whole way back up to the castle, I kept playing what I remembered as my favorite music. Pop songs always interested me, even though when I was in the sandbox, we mostly had metal playing. I must admit metal music boosted morale while we were on convoys. It also helped deal with some of the memories of killing as well. It was also part of the mask I put on to act manlier around my comrades.
Tray, a fabulous designer and party planner, met me in the entryway. "Queen Kara, just who I needed to see. I am glad you feel better after that incident, but what will we do for music now?" He felt excitable and desperate to figure out what would happen with the ball now.
"Tray, my friend, I have an idea. If I can find a way to power this up, we can use the music from my home as the music for the ball. It will be interesting to see their reactions since they can not understand the singing." I said to him as I showed him my phone.
He looked at my phone curiously, with a confused look. "What is that? I've never seen anything like that."
"Yes, you are right. This device is Earth technology that allows us to communicate around the world. I could use it for video calls. It also takes pictures and records videos, but more importantly, it holds all my favorite music. It will help me feel better to bring my culture to the Caravelle culture." I responded to him.
"Spire, I require information. Where can I take this device to be examined and repaired?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling. I wonder why I looked up. I knew he was not really above me, and there was no need to do it.
"My Queen, the science department is going through the lost records when I was locked away. They may be able to figure out that problem. Shall I call your carriage around to take you to their location?" He responded to me.
"Yes, please," I said in return.
Minsha, eight mechs, and I visited the research building in the Pinari District. Pinari have great scientific minds. Upon entry into the science department, I did not attract any attention in any way. The scientists utterly ignored them as those in the building kept walking and talking about whatever they researched.
I was surprised that no one paid attention to the fact that I was in the building. I had gotten used to prompt service when I entered an area. I looked around and saw an interactive screen sitting on the back wall. Luckily, all the writing was in the common tongue of the Empire. I'd hate to have to find a translator to operate the device.
I navigated through the screens, and it took forever to find one that allowed me to put in an urgent request, only to be told that someone would be with me shortly. If this was anything like Earth, I might be here half the day just waiting.
Luckily, I only waited about an hour before a disgruntled Pinari scientist approached us in a huff. "This better be important as you are taking time from me examining ancient technologies."
Wow, what a selfish ass, I thought to myself. "How would you like to help me with a piece of technology from another galaxy?" Hoping that it is from another galaxy would entice him.
He looked skeptically at me. "How could you come across a piece of technology from another galaxy? We have yet to attempt to travel to another galaxy. Besides, women are not allowed to go on expeditions for scientific exploration."
After hearing that last comment, I tried to calm myself; instead, I would focus on the task at hand. "First, are you interested in helping me? Second, I brought this technology from another galaxy when I traveled here. Third, do you not know I am the Empire's Queen now?"
He just waved away my comments with a flick of his wrist. "Just show me this technology so I can go about my work."
I wanted to yell at him and request another scientist, but again, I held my anger. I knew this change would take time, so I brought out my phone and headphones. I went into explaining the phone and what little I knew about how it worked. Not an engineer, remember? I was infantry. At least I didn't eat crayons. Anyway, I also described my headphones and how they worked. I told him I needed to find a way to charge the batteries or get all the data off it.
He fiddled with my phone a bit, then looked up at me. "What is this symbol here on the back of this?"
"That is the logo of the company that manufactured these devices. Please don't break them; they are all I have left of my home. Oh, and I need this done in seven days." He looked at me with a bit of confusion. What was I thinking, giving him a deadline on working with brand new technology? He finally noticed the mechs behind me. The realization of my identity hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Yes, your Majesty, I will get on this immediately and pull in more scientists to complete it." He quickly backed away and then ran out of the room.
I looked at Minsha, confused by the quick turnaround in his attitude. She looked at me, just as confused by the whole incident. Now, all I had to do was wait.
"This dress is beautiful," I told Minsha as she showed me the dress she was wearing to the ball. It was a beautiful green dress that she said matched my eyes. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked in her customary style dress that made my heart beat faster.
We only had a week left until the ball; I hoped to hear good news about my phone today. I needed more time to get the music organized. Ships arrived every day, bringing those who received invites to the ball.
My dress was getting the last adjustments made before it was ready. It took longer for my dress to get done because the tailor-bots needed reprogramming to make dresses instead of just men's attire. The appropriate fabric for my dress had to be designed from scratch. The Church didn't like women; the only designs and fabric they had available were basic slave clothes and itchy fabric. I do hope that no women show up wearing such trashy clothes.
I knew some of the other species treated their women better, but with the Church under the control of the Empire, they didn't permit any public displays. It was a shame that so many women have been treated so poorly for so long. I don't think I will ever get over that.
I was glad the ships arriving were letting my fleet inspect them as a precaution against any possible attacks. I trusted my fleet as it guarded the Spire, but I still worried someone would try to attack the station. I am most worried that they will attack during the ball to cause me to lose support among those attending.
My fleet was not large enough that I could go on the offensive; I needed to make deals during the ball so that I could open more shipyards and get my fleet much-needed support so we could move on more offensively and start traveling to the different systems so that I could try to get help from the people.
After Minsha changed out of her ball dress, I couldn't keep my eyes off her body as she changed in front of me. She knew I was watching, so she took her time putting on her clothes, giving me a view I will never forget. We went to lunch after her show.
"Minsha, how long should a courtship last in your culture?" I asked quizzically.
She looked up and thought about the answer, trying to ensure she had given me the proper information. "There is no real set time for how long a courtship lasts. It depends on when the families work out the marriage agreement. There is also the traditional hunt before the marriage can take place. We would have to go to my home world to do that." She told me honestly. "Why do you ask? Do you want to get married soon?"
"I was just curious about the process; I am not ready for marriage yet. I want to wait till we are not in such a bad position in this war against the Church. In my culture, it can take years for couples to decide to marry. That often has to do with how expensive weddings are in my home. I've never been married or attended weddings, so I am just going off what I heard."
"I have never experienced a wedding, but I hope we can someday." That revelation surprised me. I was not in love with her; I was infatuated but not at the love stage. So, this gave me more to think about.
After lunch, I was informed that the Pinari scientist had finished his work. Minsha and I quickly headed to the science building in the Pinari district. I was looking forward to having access to my phone again. Just so that I can have remembrances of home.
Once we entered the science building, I met with a group of scientists at the entrance. They looked at me with what I guessed was a smile, though I could be wrong. "Your Majesty, this is an amazing technology. It's very primitive by our standards, but we have yet to come across this type of technology like this. We could only get one screen to show up, and we do not know what it says."
I squealed when I got my charged phone back. I quickly put in my passcode and opened it up. The scientist looked amazed at the screen as I flipped through the various apps. I opened my camera, took a selfie with Minsha, and showed it to her. She looked at it with delight. I then took a picture of the scientist and showed it to them. They were excited to see the technology work, even primitive. I thanked them profusely. They handed me the device they used to charge my phone and headphones.
I was so excited that I decided to play a little music. I picked my favorite song; Castle by Hasley. I let it play for all of them as they looked of wonderment. It was their first experience of a civilization from another galaxy. They were delighted to see it work and thanked me for sharing it.
In the carriage back to the palace, I showed Minsha the pictures I had stored on my phone. I had a lot of pictures of my platoon and back when I was in the sandbox. I showed her how I used to look before in the shuttle. She could see the similarities in my face, but other than that, I was completely different. I had to explain to her what we were doing and why we were fighting. She finally understood my big problem with religion.
Once we got to our room, we sat down and discussed which songs we thought would suit the ball. We both had so much fun going through my music playlist. I left out all the metal and heavy songs. So, it only took four hours to go through music to narrow down a playlist I had Spire save to play in the ballroom.
We danced to some of the songs, and she taught me how to dance some of the more traditional dances of the Caravelle Empire. It was such an enjoyable time. My head fit perfectly on her shoulder. I showed her how we dance closely together in a romantic way.
I felt closer to her now that I had shared my life. I had shown her pictures of what I was like before; now, she could understand better what I was saying. She had questions about my military gear. She didn't know why we would fight with such little protection. I tried to get her to realize this was our best.
It's such a stark contrast to what the Caravelle Empire had developed. I had to understand that humans on Earth were mere babies compared to the civilizations here. Life here was completely different than back on Earth; it was much easier to get around the station, even for the general public. I am still waiting to see how everyone lives at the station, but I should inspect all the different districts to see what they are like. After my incident with Minsha, I have been reluctant to go out into the public as much.
I don't want to tuck in the palace, but until I can guarantee my safety, I must go out in full armor or a considerable contingent of guards, which seems ridiculous. So, I keep my movements out of their general areas to avoid interfering with the populace. I am glad the news has finally moved on from my time in the hospital and the critique of Minsha. The talk was about the upcoming ball and their speculations about what would happen during it. I'm sure it would bore them to death to realize it will mostly be me trying to work deals with those in attendance to garner their support.
The day of the ball finally came around. I spent all morning ensuring we completed decorating and everything would be smooth for the event. My cooks were hard at work getting all the dishes prepared to go out onto the table. The woman I had working for me did last-minute cleaning and straightened the decoration. I made sure to thank them for all their hard work, and I want them to start feeling appreciated for their work.
Minsha and I were up in our room, getting ready. I was getting makeup done by Tren while Kal was assisting Minsha. I was glad I had help with makeup because I had spent little time at this station practicing makeup. I knew we would be the last to enter the ball, but I was very anxious.
So far, I am still waiting to hear of any trouble with the guests. I hope it stays that way. I wanted something to go right with an event I planned for the people I ruled over. I wanted them to have a reasonable opinion of me and hopefully thrive under my rule.
We entered the ballroom after we were announced to the guests. Minsha and I walked hand in hand to the head of the room. I was disappointed that only a few spouses showed up with the men. I turned to face the men, "This was supposed to be the chance for you all to bring your spouses out. I remember that this was part of the invitation. So, either we have a lot of bachelors here, or you blatantly disregarded my request. I hope that it is the former and you are still not treating your wives as second-class citizens." I let that sink in with them and gave them an upset look.
"Now, the reason that I all brought you here. I need to build a fleet. I need your support in building the newest generations of ships, both commercial and military. This time, I am not going to take no for an answer. You will either work with me or be blacklisted and prevented from doing business in the Empire in the future. Your lack of respect for my simple request to come here has shown me that it is time for me to start putting pressure on you."
"We have a saying in my world, 'Get with the program or get the hell out of the way.'" I looked around at the people present to see if they understood the request that I had delivered. "You either support me, or I will assume you support the church."
"Those of you who work with me will get access to the best technologies and future designs. You have all seen and probably heard about what the Queen's Rage can do. Imagine creating transport ships that can cross the Empire in half the time. How much would that improve your profits?"
"Now, please enjoy dinner; let us discuss this over dinner." I waved to the tables. I sat with Minsha at the head of the table while the staff served us our dinner.
A middle-aged man came up to my table with his wife. "Queen Kara, I am Braccious Devo, and this is my wife Jemma. I want to discuss my services to the crown. May we join you at your table?"
I didn't know what to expect, but he introduced his wife, a big plus in my book. "Please sit and join us. Please tell me a little about yourself. I would also like your honest opinion of the changes I introduced."
"Thank you, your Majesty." He started as he and his wife sat down. I noted that he paid little attention to his wife. That was not a great sign, but it wasn't surprising considering how the previous regime ruled. "I am the current owner of a ship-building company. It is not very large, but this is an opportunity to grow my business."
"Yes, I believe it will be. Tell me a little about your family first before we talk business."
"Jemma and I have only recently come together. She was part of the deal when I took over the company from her father. I know this is not something you agree with, but this was how things were still done at the time of my company acquisition. This is also why we do not have children. I didn't want to force her into an intimate relationship now." He spoke with sincerity about his relationship with his wife.
"I appreciate your honesty when it comes to your wife. I also commend you for not taking advantage of her. I knew some men within the Empire were honest and didn't take advantage of women. Tell me, Jemma, now that I have made it possible for women to become educated and can work for money. Do you see yourself trying to do something else with your life?"
"Your Majesty, I don't know what I want to do. Truth be told, much has stayed the same in the Empire. They are not offering women the opportunities you promised the Empire." I was not happy with this information, but it was definitely something I needed to know.
"I appreciate you telling me this. I need to go into the systems to put people in charge to enforce my laws. With a more extensive fleet, I can accomplish this." I said to her and then turned Braccious. "Tell me, what problems will you encounter when building ships for me?"
"Manpower and dock space to complete a more significant number of ship builds."
Minsha said, "I believe my father might be able to find you some workers to help build your ships."
"Braccious, how many shipyards do you think you can manage?" I asked with a big smile on my face.
I now examined the room, looking around at the rest of the guests as they discussed hushed different things. "Braccious, I will be able to get you more shipyards. I will be in touch."
My guests were murmuring as I got up from my discussion with Braccious. This is what I wanted them to start doing, questioning who I would show favor to. The wealthy always want to find themselves able to make more money and status. I just gave that to one of their rivals, and they were not included in any discussions.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I want you to meet my new fleet manager. Mr. Braccious here will be in charge of what shipyards build which ships. I will be opening the royal vault to pay for this expenditure. Now, you can either join our operation or watch as your operations fall into ruin. The ships I will have built will be so much better than what you can create that your business will drop."
"When your business fails, I will swoop in, buy them out from under you, and add them to our shipyards. So, either you can join up and make some money and gain some favor with me, or I will see to it that you lose everything."
I had convinced five more smaller shipbuilding companies to join, giving me a better advantage. The largest shipbuilders and suppliers were still holding out, but I had a carrot for them. I was going to dangle the dreadnought in their face.
I addressed the larger companies, "I wonder how well your ship sales would go if you also had access to my dreadnought's technologies. I can see cruise ships being able to travel our Empire or beyond becoming pretty popular with the safety and amount of luxury you could design. If you want to join me in building a brighter future where our citizens will thrive, please come so we can make an empire that can continue growing."
I managed to pull several of the large companies over to my side. It was time to decide what I wanted my fleet to look like.
It took some time for my fleet to start to grow. I first had some scout ships built so that I could get some intelligence from around the Empire. My forces had grown; now I had two dreadnoughts complete, three carriers, two destroyers, five corvettes, and a cruiser. I can't even remember how many fighters have been built so far.
I had been Queen for a year, and it was time to get out among the people. I now have enough ships to protect Spire while I take Queen's Rage out through the Empire. My scouts have located a large contingent of the Church's fleet around Gofu in the Craggs' systems. This planet is home to the Church headquarters for the Craggs system. This would have put them in friendly territory.
I would have to take down the Craggs' control over this space sector. That was the only way I would be able to rid the discontent from the sector. There were other species I could find to control the Craggs' space.
Once Minsha and I were on board Queen's Rage, my group of two carriers, one destroyer, one Corvette, and a full contingent of seven hundred fighters. It wasn't a whole fighting group, but I couldn't continue to hide from the Church in Spire. They already had the hearts and minds of many of the Empire's citizens.
I had managed to free a few planets from the Church's control, which helped boost my troops. My military officers worked with women who joined the military so that they could be educated and understand how to function on the ships. We were not able to get any women to join the Marines. When I surveyed them, they felt uncomfortable being close to combat.
Minsha and I had our armor upgraded with new shields and command functions.
I opened coms to my attack group. "Today, we head out to fight the Church. We will no longer fight little skirmishes and take back planets one at a time. We will now go after systems and rid the Empire of the stain of the Church. We are more potent together than they are segregated. Let us take the fight to them."
I turned to Admiral Stook, "Admiral, you have control of the attack group." She saluted me, then turned to her pilots to tell them to engage the engines.
The trip to the targeted sector would take three days. It was on the very edge of my Empire. The journey there consisted of my troops running drills and checking equipment. I sat in meetings with my military advisors. They went over the battle plan, and I asked questions and offered some tips I had learned when I was a grunt. Minsha and I would be on the Bridge once the fighting started, but we would not give any orders. We knew enough to let the experts run the battle.
Five hours before we started our breaking sequence, Minsha and I shared a meal with all the officers and then went to the enlisted mess deck to help serve food for the troops. This was something that the enlisted were not expecting. I had to assure them that we were all citizens of the Empire, and I would always take care of my citizens. It livened up the morale of my people.
Minsha and I went to our cabin to get some rest. It would be ten hours after we started breaking before we were in weapons range of the enemy. We wanted to be well-rested for the battle.
The battle-station alarm woke us both from our deep sleep. This was too early for us to be within the system. I quickly put my armor on and grabbed my helmet. Minsha was right behind me when we walked onto the Bridge. We took our seats behind the Command chair. The Admiral was already in her chair receiving reports on the status throughout the ship.
We kept quiet as the Admiral communicated with the attack group. Laser guns from all the ships started firing into the space before us. Moments later, explosions brightened the view screen. A wall of mines had been laid to catch us before we could finish breaking. Luckily, our sensors picked them up in enough time. The emergency didn't last long, and we were released from battle stations. I was not able to get back to sleep after that, though.
I longed for the days when I could catch some shut-eye whenever we had a lull. Those little naps made all the difference regarding being alert during the fighting. I just got used to sleeping a whole night while I was safe on Spire. With ten hours left, I knew this would be a long day.
No more incidents happened as we braked. That not only surprised me but also worried me. Maybe those mines were an early warning system with hopes that it would thin out my ships. In one hour, we would be in the system. All personnel were getting ready to go to battle stations. Minsha and I freshened up before getting into our armor again. I needed to kiss her before we headed out onto the Bridge.
When we got to the Bridge, we found more ships by the scanners. Most were not Church Military. I would say from the readings that half of the ships were privateers. "Are these extra ships going to be a problem Admiral?"
"Not at all, my Queen. This will just make things more interesting." I stood by as she changed the plans for the other ships. She analyzed the holo-map of the enemy ships. They had the smaller ships up front and their most prominent vessels in the back.
I knew that I was not going to be needed for the fight, which I totally expected. I was better at company tactics, not the overall picture of the whole war. That is what I had my generals and Admiral for. I just listened to their advice and went from there. I was here as a statement to the Church, 'I am coming for you, and I will defeat you.'
When we got close enough, I announced to the enemy ships. "Surrender, or you will be destroyed." That was it; I kept it simple and to the point. I knew they thought they could take us with their numbers, but I had complete faith in my Admiral and other Captains.
Captain Bishop had the con for Queen's Rage while Admiral Stook monitored the battlefield. Our ships moved into attack position. We kept our fighters hidden for now; the Admiral wanted to use them after she had caused chaos in their formations with the big guns. After ten minutes, we heard nothing from the other ships and were within range of our big weapons. We remained outside of the range of their guns.
Admiral Stook counted down before ordering the destroyers and Queen's Rage to fire their main cannons. I had seen my ship fire their guns before, which was quite destructive. They were to target the midsize ships that were protecting their command ships. I felt the shutter of my ship as the main cannons fired six shots.
The shots from both ships destroyed the smaller ships in front of them and caused critical damage to the midsize vessels. We watched as the ships scattered like cockroaches. Several small pirate ships tried to escape but were run down by the Corvette. My ships moved closer to the ships and started firing with their kinetic guns. Our shields were holding against the enemy guns. If the enemy vessels had a strategy, they would have lost it now. They were moving in each other's line of fire and showing any cohesive strategy.
The Admiral had the fighters deployed to make their attack runs. A few went with the Carrier as it went to deploy dropships. This fight was not only in the sky but on the ground as well. I wished my ground troops luck as they entered the planet's atmosphere. The commenced bombing runs onto high-value targets on the planet.
The main gun of my ship fired again, tearing a large hole in the command ship for the fleet. My fighters were not getting away unscathed. I watched as some of the ships were hit by the big guns from the enemy. It broke my heart a little every time we received a report of a loss. The enemy got a lucky shot at my Corvette. The hull was damaged, causing the port side gun bay to be vented into space. I know losing troops was part of the war, but that was never easy.
I would make sure we would have a funeral ceremony for all those we lost on that day. I promised myself. I grasped Minsha's hand whenever I saw one of my ships receive damage. Their command ship was disabled finally and in various states of damage. Life pods are scattered throughout the area. I gave the order to collect all life pods and detain the occupants.
My ground troops were faring well against any resistance they found on the ground. The Carrier's bombing had destroyed the church complex on the planet. I hoped we would be able to find the leaders of the Church in that area.
Minsha and I left the Bridge to release the stress we were under while the battle was going on. I had experienced some heavy firefights, but this was on another scale. Now I understood why my military advisors had begged me to stay back in Spire. I had more to worry about than just the war, but I had to be here for this battle.
My life was no longer as simple as it was when I was on Earth. I sometimes miss the simpler times, but I would not trade that old life for my new one. I am the woman I always wanted to be. I was in a healthy, loving relationship with friends who looked out for me again. I could deal with the day-to-day life of being Queen.
Once my ground forces had secured the Church's capital in this sector, it was time for me to head down to the surface and speak to the people. I was going down on a shuttle set up specially for me.
The surface where we landed reminded me of some of the cities I convoyed through and cleared out in Iraq. The destruction was massive. My fighters did a good job hitting only the military targets on the planet. I stood before the demolished Church headquarters to speak to the people of the planet. News crews managed to find their way to me to broadcast what I had to say.
"Citizens of Gofu and the Craggs' sector. I do not support the subjugation of any of the citizens of my Empire. No longer will the Church of Mintral enslave and subjugate those that they do not like. I have made announcements since I was placed on the throne of the Caravelle Empire. I stand here today to say I am freeing you from your subjugation. The Craggs will no longer rule this sector. I will remove them from power and find a race of people to lead this sector unless the current ruler of the Craggs comes to me and swears allegiance to the Empire.
I have representatives coming to this sector to assist in rebuilding and helping the women of this sector gain education and find assistance in starting their lives as free citizens. Women are no longer the property of parents or husbands. They are free citizens with the full rights of the men. They get to determine who they will marry and what jobs they will do. This is no longer an option, men. I will enforce this on all the planets. All slaves must be freed immediately, or they will be jailed. I have created a team of law officers to enforce my laws on these two subjects. These marshals will be appointed to their positions by me.
I am not lenient on persons who enslave my citizens or subjugate women. You may elect a mayor of this planet so that they may speak to me about the needs of your world. They will be held responsible for the citizens' actions on this planet. Any discrimination will also be dealt with. So those that decide to act as mayor, be sure you want to do it. If there is any corruption, you will be tried and punished publicly.
I look forward to strengthening our Empire so we can go out into the universe, discover new worlds, and expand our Empire. I already have one planet in mind that I want to bring into our Empire, but that will have to wait until I remove the Church of Mintral."
The last statement made the men cheer. It seemed they were still a little bloodthirsty. I hoped when I got back to Earth, they would understand that joining my Empire would benefit them.
Minsha and I returned to the Queen’s Spire, leaving the fleet behind. The urgency of the battlefield was replaced by a different mission - a personal one. It was time for a crucial conversation with Maninor, the Tragnor leader. The Tragnor home world awaited a unique tradition, the hunt, which would symbolize not just our union but the unity between our peoples.
In my office, surrounded by status reports and military updates, Maninor knocked on my door. As he entered, I addressed him as my equal, acknowledging the support his people offered. But the true purpose of our conversation was about to unfold.
“First, I want to express my gratitude for your unwavering support. Second, I need you to arrange a trip for you, your wife, Minsha, and me to the Tragnor home world. We’ll take my shuttle. Finally, I want you to organize the hunt. I plan to marry Minsha, and I want the entire event broadcast across your system and here on the station.”
Maninor was caught off guard and looked at me in shock. Marrying Minsha wasn’t just a personal decision; it held strategic significance in building support with the Tragnor people.
“I am looking forward to finally marrying Minsha. We have gotten extremely close since we first met,” I shared, trying to ease the surprise that had dawned on him.
Maninor, after a moment of astonishment, smiled and responded, “I am happy to hear that. I have seen how happy my daughter has been in the last quarter cycle. I will try to get something together soon so we can get you two married.”
As Maninor left my office, I couldn’t contain the happiness that spread across my face. The upcoming marriage wasn’t just a personal milestone; it was a diplomatic triumph. Minsha would soon be my wife, and our union would strengthen the ties between our worlds. In the midst of my responsibilities as a leader, this journey promised personal joy and a significant step toward a unified future.
As the news of the royal marriage spread, Minsha’s excitement matched the jubilation of the people outside the Queen’s Spire. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and it seemed the entire Tragnor system was celebrating the union.
Returning to our room that evening, Minsha greeted me with a giant hug and a kiss. Her joy was evident, and I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. It appeared her parents had shared the news with her, perhaps a touch sooner than I had planned.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to set this up?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
“Minsha, my darling, I was planning to surprise you tonight when I finished working in my office, but it seems your parents couldn’t contain their excitement,” I confessed, leading her to the antechamber where our romantic dinner awaited.
As we sat down to dinner, surrounded by the soft glow of candles and the clinking of wine glasses, I wanted this evening to be a testament to our love. The cheers from the Tragnor outside the gate reached us, adding to the atmosphere of celebration. The journey ahead was filled with promises of unity, love, and the shared destiny of our two worlds.
In the treasure vault’s glittering troves, I stumbled upon a pair of rings – an exquisite discovery that sparked the idea of weaving cultural richness into the fabric of our impending union. These rings, chosen not just as symbols but as vessels of tradition and innovation, held the potential to carve a niche in the tapestry of marital customs.
The notion of exchanging gifts during marriage had evolved beyond a mere formality. In many cultures, especially where women had little say and were treated more as possessions than partners, the act of presenting gifts to brides had lost its genuine essence. I envisioned a departure from that narrative, a revival of meaning and choice entwined in the delicate exchange of rings.
The rings, radiant in their design, spoke volumes about the profound shift in perspective. No longer mere adornments, they were tokens of respect, choice, and shared commitment. The gleaming metal encapsulated a promise, not of ownership, but of partnership – a shared journey where both voices resonate harmoniously.
Much like the rings encircling our fingers, this gesture aimed to encapsulate a unique blend of tradition and progress. It sought to weave a narrative where marriage is a celebration of love, choice, and mutual respect. As I held these rings, I envisioned a future where such tokens would not only symbolize unity but also pave the way for a new era of thoughtful, intentional matrimonial customs.
The rings were not just precious metals intricately shaped; they were catalysts for change, agents of a narrative where gifts were expressions of love and not symbols of possession. And so, with these rings in hand, I ventured into a marriage not just with Minsha but with the hope of influencing a cultural shift, albeit one ring at a time.
Embracing the traditions of the Tragnor people, I found myself immersed in the rigorous training required for the impending hunt. Clad in light armor and wielding a spear, I delved into the preparations needed to face the formidable opponent – a giant hauker. My ultimate goal was to prove my worthiness to wed Minsha by single-handedly conquering this imposing creature.
The hauker, as described to me, stood tall on four hairy legs, possessed a long nose, and featured tusks with serrated razor-sharp tops. Its formidable appearance hinted at the challenges that lay ahead in the hunt. The Tragnor tradition demanded that I confront this creature on my own, a daunting task that held significance not just for me but for the entire Tragnor society.
Training with the spear became a vital aspect of my preparation. I practiced tirelessly, honing my skills to ensure precision and strength in my strikes. The weight of the armor added an extra layer of challenge, but I knew it was essential for protection during the encounter with the hauker.
As the date of the hunt drew nearer, a blend of determination and nerves fueled my preparations. The success of this endeavor held the key not only to my union with Minsha but also to my acceptance within the Tragnor community. The hunt wasn’t just a personal trial; it was a pivotal moment that would shape my destiny and the perception of my worthiness in the eyes of the Tragnor people.
Under Minsha's guidance, my training for the impending hauker hunt became a collaborative effort. She shared her expertise, teaching me the intricacies of wielding the spear effectively and identifying the optimal striking points on the formidable creature. The hauker's heart, a lethal target, required a strategic approach due to its location beneath the creature's underbelly.
Minsha emphasized the importance of precision and timing in delivering a killing strike to the hauker's heart. The challenge lay not only in finding the right moment but also in navigating the perilous position beneath the creature. Accessing the vulnerable underbelly meant exposing oneself to the risk of being trampled by the hauker's massive feet.
As we practiced, Minsha's guidance proved invaluable. Her insights into the hauker's behavior and anatomy became crucial components of my training. Together, we honed my skills, ensuring that when the time for the hunt arrived, I would be well-prepared to face this formidable opponent and prove my worthiness in the eyes of the Tragnor people. The collaborative effort in training not only strengthened my bond with Minsha but also instilled a sense of shared purpose as we worked towards a common goal.
In the midst of our rigorous training sessions and the impending hauker hunt, a profound realization washed over me. It became undeniably clear that Minsha wasn't just a partner in these challenges; she was an unwavering source of support, standing by me in every situation I encountered. The depth of her commitment and the strength of our bond became increasingly apparent.
As we worked together, overcoming obstacles and refining my skills for the upcoming hunt, I felt a surge of love emanating from Minsha. It wasn't merely the physical aspect of our training that connected us; it was the shared determination, the mutual support, and the unspoken understanding that forged a profound connection between us.
With each passing day, my heart swelled with gratitude and affection for Minsha. Her presence became a constant reassurance, a beacon of support in the face of challenges. The journey ahead, including the hauker hunt and the impending marriage, seemed less daunting with Minsha by my side. Our collaborative efforts had not only prepared me for the hunt but also strengthened the foundation of our love, creating a bond that would endure the trials yet to come.
As preparations for the hauker hunt progressed and the anticipation mounted, I couldn't ignore the weight of the impending event. Reports began flooding in, indicating that the hunt would be broadcast across the entire empire. Suddenly, the stakes were raised, and the significance of my victory over the hauker became even more paramount.
With the eyes of the entire empire upon me, this hunt transformed from a mere rite of passage into a crucial demonstration of my strength and leadership. It was no longer just about proving myself to the Tragnor people; it was about showcasing my capability to rule and command the respect of my subjects across the vast expanse of our domain.
Every move I made, every strategy I devised, was now scrutinized under the watchful gaze of countless spectators. The success of this hunt would not only solidify my position as a worthy wife to Minsha but also affirm my place as Queen Kara, Queen of the Caravelle Empire.
As the moment of truth drew nearer, I steeled myself for the challenge ahead, knowing that the outcome of this hunt would reverberate throughout the empire, shaping the perception of my strength and resolve as a leader.
Onboard RXAI-199, the artificial intelligence efficiently plotted our route to the Tragnor home world, Haninor. Minsha, her parents, and I, accompanied by my guards, embarked on this crucial journey, settling into our designated rooms for the upcoming five-day trip. The sheer speed at which we traversed the vast distances of space never ceased to amaze me.
Comparing it to the familiar terrestrial road trips, where covering the distance from New York to LA took five long days of driving, the efficiency of space travel left me in awe. In a matter of days, we would arrive at Haninor, where the pivotal hauker hunt awaited, and the next chapter in my journey to solidify my place within the Tragnor culture would unfold.
Throughout the voyage, I spent time learning more about Minsha's childhood and her parents. It appeared to be a universal phenomenon that parents take joy in embarrassing their children in front of their future spouses. The stories Minsha's parents shared with me only served to make her even more endearing. The tales from her past painted a vivid picture of a younger Minsha, adding layers of charm and warmth to the woman I loved. The shared laughter and nostalgic anecdotes brought us closer, fostering a more profound connection that transcended the impending royal responsibilities awaiting us on Haninor.
Arriving on Haninor, I was taken aback by the bustling metropolis and the advanced technology that surrounded us. It was like stepping into a world straight out of a science fiction novel, with flying transport vehicles darting through the skies above. Even after all my travels, I had never encountered such futuristic marvels. The city itself was a marvel of engineering, seamlessly blending with the dense forests that encircled it.
As we disembarked, we were greeted by High Chief Daragon, ruler of the Tragnor. His imposing stature and sharp fangs marked him unmistakably as a member of the Tagnor people. Despite his intimidating appearance, he welcomed us warmly, showing genuine interest and hospitality to both Minsha and me. His presence exuded authority and respect, hinting at the power he wielded over his people and their worlds.
Standing beside High Chief Daragon, I felt a sense of mutual respect and camaraderie between us despite our differences in appearance and background. As we walked through the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his efforts to enforce the new rulings I had implemented, particularly in the eradication of slavery. His commitment to justice and equality resonated deeply with me, and I was grateful to have such a steadfast ally by my side.
I observed with interest the diverse array of species that populated the city, a testament to Daragon's inclusive leadership and commitment to unity among his people. It was heartening to see individuals from various backgrounds coexisting harmoniously, a sight that filled me with hope for the future of our empire.
During our conversation, Daragon expressed genuine curiosity about my home world, Terra, a place that was entirely unfamiliar to him and the rest of the empire. I took the opportunity to share with him insights into the culture, history, and customs of my planet, eager to bridge the gap between our worlds and foster greater understanding and cooperation.
The feast held in our honor at the palace was a spectacle to behold. The Tragnor people went above and beyond to showcase their culinary skills, particularly in the preparation of meat dishes, which I found to be exquisite. Despite the exhaustion from the day's events, I couldn't help but indulge in the sumptuous feast, savoring every bite and enjoying the lively company of the nobles in attendance.
As the night wore on, Minsha and I retreated to our room, grateful for the opportunity to rest and recharge before the upcoming hunt. The anticipation of the challenges that awaited us filled me with a mix of excitement and apprehension, but I knew that with Minsha by my side, I was ready to face whatever obstacles lay ahead. With a sense of contentment washing over me, I closed my eyes, prepared to embrace the adventure that awaited us on the morrow.
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The day of the hauker hunt had arrived, and I felt a surge of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness. Donning the traditional armor provided for the marriage hunt, I couldn't help but notice how snugly it fit around my hips. It was a reminder that while it wasn't typical for a woman to partake in this ritual, I was the first outsider to participate in the hunt.
As Minsha painted my face in preparation for the hunt, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for her unwavering support. Her smile was a source of strength, grounding me amidst the flurry of nerves and anticipation. With each stroke of paint, she infused me with a sense of confidence, reassuring me that I was capable of facing whatever lay ahead.
As she whispered words of encouragement, I felt a warmth spread through my chest. Her love was a beacon in the darkness, guiding me through the uncertainty of the coming challenge. With her by my side, I knew that I was not alone and that together, we could overcome any obstacle.
With my face adorned in the traditional paint, I met her gaze, silently conveying my gratitude and determination. "Thank you, my love," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "I will heed your advice and approach this hunt with caution. I promise to stay safe, for both our sakes."
With a final kiss, I embraced her, drawing strength from her presence. As we parted ways to embark on our respective roles in the hunt, I carried her words with me, a comforting mantra in the face of uncertainty. With Minsha's love as my guide, I was ready to face whatever challenges awaited me in the hunt for the hauker.
With my metal spear in hand, I ventured into the dense forest, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Beside me, four Tragnor hunters silently trailed their presence, a reassuring reminder that I was not alone in this perilous pursuit. Though I was expected to face the hauker alone, their watchful eyes offered a sense of security, ready to intervene should the need arise.
The forest enveloped us in a cloak of shadows, the dense foliage obscuring the path ahead. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs set my senses on edge, the anticipation of encountering the formidable hauker coursing through my veins. With each step, I remained alert, scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement or danger.
As we delved deeper into the wilderness, the air grew thick with tension, the silence broken only by the rhythmic beat of our footsteps. I gripped my spear tighter, steeling myself for the challenge that lay ahead. With the Tragnor hunters at my side, I pressed onward, determined to prove myself worthy of Minsha's love and the honor bestowed upon me by this sacred ritual.
Moving through the forest with the practiced stealth of a soldier, I endeavored to keep my footsteps as silent as possible, though I couldn't match the uncanny stealth of the Tragnor hunters accompanying me. Their ability to blend seamlessly with the surroundings left me feeling somewhat inadequate, a stark contrast to my days as a grunt navigating the urban landscape.
As the grunting and heavy footsteps grew louder, signaling our approach to the hauker, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension churned in the pit of my stomach. Finally catching sight of the massive creature, its foul odor assaulting my senses, I knew that stealth would be crucial in my approach.
Positioned behind the hauker, I inched closer, each step calculated to minimize noise and avoid detection. The creature's dense, matted fur posed a formidable challenge, obscuring the vulnerable spots on its body and complicating my strategy. With the Tragnor hunters poised to assist if needed, I focused all my attention on closing the distance and preparing for the imminent confrontation.
Analyzing the hauker's anatomy and the protective bone structure of its chest plate, I devised a plan to target its vulnerable heart from below. The precision of my angle would be paramount, ensuring that my spear struck true and inflicted a fatal blow. However, executing this maneuver would require swift and coordinated action.
With determination coursing through my veins, I prepared to execute the thrust-pull-roll technique. The initial thrust would need to be robust and accurate, driving the spear deep into the hauker's chest cavity to reach its heart. Yet, the crucial moment would come in the subsequent pull and roll, swiftly extracting myself and the spear to evade the hauker's potential retaliation.
As I braced myself for the impending confrontation, the weight of the moment settled upon me, heightening my focus and sharpening my resolve. I steeled myself for the decisive moment that would determine the success of our hunt.
As I poised myself for the decisive strike, ready to execute the thrust-pull-roll technique, a sudden roar shattered the stillness of the forest. The hauker's reaction was immediate, its attention diverted by the unmistakable sound of an approaching predator. Fuck this was a significant problem I was going to have to deal with.
My heart raced as I grappled with the newfound complication. With the hauker now in motion, my window of opportunity for a successful attack was rapidly closing. I had to act swiftly and decisively, recalibrating my strategy in response to the unexpected development.
Instinctively, I adjusted my stance, preparing to strike at the first opportune moment. Every fiber of my being was focused on the task at hand, determined to overcome this unforeseen challenge and emerge victorious in the hunt.
With a surge of adrenaline, I seized the moment of hesitation and executed my strike with precision. The spear pierced the hauker's thick hide, eliciting a gush of blood that splattered across my face and body. In the chaos of the moment, my grip faltered, and I struggled to dislodge the weapon from the beast's flesh.
As panic threatened to overtake me, I summoned all my strength and resolve, rolling away from the wounded animal just as it emitted a pained grunt and attempted to flee. Covered in a macabre mixture of blood, grass, and mud, I pushed aside my discomfort and focused on the task at hand.
With determination fueling my movements, I gave chase, knowing that the hauker's injury would hinder its escape. Yet, lurking in the back of my mind was the nagging fear of attracting other predators drawn by the scent of blood, adding an additional layer of urgency to the pursuit.
Breathless and exhilarated, I followed the trail of blood and destruction left in the wake of the wounded hauker. Each step fueled by the urgency of the hunt and the primal fear of unseen predators lurking in the shadows. My heart raced in tandem with my footsteps as I pressed forward, determined to reach my quarry before any unforeseen danger could befall me.
Finally, I found the hauker lying motionless on the ground, a testament to my successful strike. With a mix of relief and caution, I approached, ready to retrieve my spear and assess the situation. As I wrenched the weapon free from the beast's body, another sound caught my attention—a twig snapping behind me.
Instinctively, I whirled around, brandishing the spear in a defensive stance, prepared to confront whatever threat may lurk in the shadows. However, my apprehension quickly dissipated as I recognized the familiar figures of the Tragnor hunters emerging from the brush, one of them carrying a large cat on his shoulders.
A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but release a nervous chuckle as I lowered the spear. "I need a bath," I declared, the tension of the hunt slowly ebbing away as I relaxed in the presence of my companions. Their smiles mirrored my own, a silent acknowledgment of the shared triumph and the bond forged in the crucible of the hunt.
As we approached the group of spectators, the Tragnor hunters behind me erupted into cheers, their voices ringing out in jubilation at our triumphant return. Amidst the cacophony of celebration, I spotted Minsha making her way towards me with a look of sheer horror etched on her features.
I couldn't blame her for her reaction; I must have been a sight to behold, drenched in the blood of the fallen hauker. With a reassuring smile, I met her gaze, reaching out to reassure her that I was unharmed. "It's alright, Minsha," I said, my voice calm and steady despite the chaos around us. "I'm fine; all this blood is from the hauker, I promise."
Relief flooded her expression as she reached me, her worry giving way to a smile of her own. Together, we stood amidst the cheering crowd, united in our victory and the unbreakable bond that bound us together. We could now wed.
After a thorough cleaning, I emerged from the bathing chambers feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Gone was the layer of grime and blood that had coated my skin, replaced by a radiant glow that seemed to accentuate my regal bearing.
As I rejoined the celebration, I noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere around me. Without the distraction of my disheveled appearance, I exuded a newfound air of confidence and dignity, befitting my status as a queen.
Minsha's eyes lit up as she caught sight of me, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With a graceful stride, I made my way towards her, feeling a sense of pride swell within me. Tonight was a night of triumph, and I intended to savor every moment of it.
As the hauker was expertly carved up and roasted over the crackling flames of the massive fire, the air filled with the tantalizing aroma of cooking meat. The celebratory atmosphere reached a crescendo as Minsha, and I were presented with the first serving of the succulent meat.
With a sense of reverence, we took our first bites together, savoring the rich flavors that danced upon our tongues. The cheers of the gathered guests reverberate through the night air, a testament to the joy and jubilation surrounding us.
In that moment, as we shared this symbolic meal together, I felt a profound sense of unity and love enveloping us. It was a celebration of not only our marriage but also of the bonds that connected us to each other and to the Tragnor people. And as we raised our glasses in a toast to our future together, I knew that this night would be etched into our memories forever.
Surrounded by the warmth and acceptance of Minsha's family, I felt a profound sense of belonging. With their welcoming words and genuine embrace, I knew that I was truly a part of their family now. As Minsha's parents welcomed me into their fold, I felt a surge of gratitude and humility wash over me.
With the formalities of the marriage ceremony behind us, Minsha and I were finally able to bask in the joy of our union. As we danced together under the twinkling stars, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, one filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
As we celebrated late into the night, surrounded by our loved ones and the echoes of laughter and music, I knew this moment would forever be etched into my heart. With Minsha by my side, I felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as we stole away for a quiet moment together, I knew that our love would be the guiding light that would illuminate our path forward.
As news of my marriage spread throughout the Empire, reactions varied among the different sectors. While some celebrated the union as a symbol of unity and progress, others expressed discontent and resentment. In particular, certain sectors felt slighted by the fact that I had not held a grand ball to meet and greet all the eligible nobles, giving them an opportunity to court me.
The absence of such a traditional gathering sparked criticism and raised questions about my commitment to upholding long-standing customs and traditions. Some viewed my decision as a departure from the norms expected of a ruler, while others saw it as a deliberate snub aimed at certain sectors of society.
Despite the backlash, I remained steadfast in my belief that my marriage to Minsha was a personal choice made out of love and mutual respect. While I understood the importance of tradition, I also recognized the need for progress and inclusivity within the Empire.
In response to the criticism, I vowed to engage more actively with the various sectors of society and to foster greater understanding and cooperation among them. I knew that winning over the hearts and minds of my people would require patience, diplomacy, and a willingness to listen to their concerns.
As the Empress, I was determined to lead with integrity and compassion, seeking unity and harmony within the Empire while staying true to my own values and convictions. With Minsha by my side, I felt confident that together, we could overcome any challenges that lay ahead.
I stood in front of the crowd of reporters and citizens. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed citizens of the Caravelle Empire," I began, projecting my voice to address the gathered press and dignitaries. "Today marks a pivotal moment in our history, a moment of transition and transformation. As we embrace the mantle of an Empire, it is incumbent upon us to embody the ideals of strength, unity, and progress."
"With great humility and pride, I stand before you to announce a change in my official title. Henceforth, I shall be known as Empress Kara of Caravelle," I declared, the weight of the words carrying a sense of solemnity and purpose. "But I do not stand alone in this endeavor. Beside me stands my beloved wife, Empress Consort Minsha of Caravelle, a beacon of wisdom, compassion, and resilience."
"Together, we embark on a journey to shape the destiny of our Empire, to chart a course toward a future defined by prosperity, innovation, and inclusivity," I continued, my voice infused with determination. "We have overcome adversity, confronted tyranny, and emerged stronger and more resolute than ever before. Now, we stand united, ready to seize the opportunities that lie before us."
"Our Empire stands at the threshold of a new era, an era of boundless possibilities and untapped potential," I proclaimed, my gaze sweeping across the audience. "But let us not forget the principles that have guided us thus far – integrity, justice, and equality for all. As we forge ahead, let us remain steadfast in our commitment to these ideals, ensuring that every citizen of the Caravelle Empire has the opportunity to thrive and prosper."
"As Empress, it is my solemn duty to serve and protect the interests of our Empire and its people," I affirmed, my voice ringing with conviction. "With the unwavering support of Empress Consort Minsha and the dedication of our citizens, I am confident that together, we will overcome any challenge and achieve greatness beyond measure."
"In closing, I extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for your unwavering loyalty and support," I concluded, a sense of hope and optimism infusing my words. "Let us embark on this journey together, united in purpose and determined to build a future worthy of the Caravelle Empire. Long live the Empire! Long live Caravelle!"
The reaction from the crowd was electric, a symphony of cheers, applause, and jubilation filling the air. It was a moment of unity, of shared purpose, as the citizens of the Caravelle Empire rallied behind the vision I had laid out before them. I could sense the swell of optimism and determination coursing through the crowd, a palpable energy that spoke of a newfound sense of hope and possibility.
As I looked out at the sea of faces, each one filled with excitement and anticipation, I felt a profound sense of responsibility weighing upon my shoulders. But it was a responsibility I welcomed with open arms, for I knew that together, united in purpose and resolve, we could overcome any obstacle and achieve greatness beyond measure.
With Empress Consort Minsha by my side and the unwavering support of our citizens, I felt confident that we were embarking on a journey that would shape the destiny of our Empire for generations to come. It was a journey filled with challenges and uncertainties but also with boundless opportunities and untapped potential.
As the cheers continued to echo through the grand hall, I knew this was just the beginning – the next stage in our quest to create an Empire that would serve as a beacon of hope and inspiration to all who looked upon it. With every step we took forward, I was determined to lead with integrity, compassion, and unwavering dedication to the principles that defined us as a people.
Together, we would build a future worthy of the Caravelle Empire – a future where all citizens could thrive and prosper, where justice and equality were not just lofty ideals but lived realities. And as we set forth on this journey, I was filled with a sense of optimism and excitement for the road that lay ahead.
The idea of visiting Terra, my home planet, with Minsha filled me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I knew that it would be a monumental occasion, not only for us personally but also in terms of world politics and societal norms. The prospect of upending the established order and revealing our presence to the entire world was daunting, to say the least.
Terra was a world with its own complexities and challenges, and navigating its intricate web of politics and diplomacy would require careful planning and strategic maneuvering. Moreover, the revelation of extraterrestrial visitors would undoubtedly send shockwaves throughout the entire planet, reshaping the way people viewed themselves and their place in the universe.
But despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, I couldn't shake the sense of excitement and anticipation that coursed through me at the thought of sharing my home with Minsha. To walk the familiar streets, breathe the same air, and introduce her to the people and places that had shaped me into the person I was today – it was a prospect that filled me with immense joy and pride.
But before I left on my journey in the Queen's Rage, I needed to assign a fleet to travel outside the Empire, looking for more sentient life.
It was a strategic decision to select the newly formed fifth fleet and their mighty dreadnought for the maiden voyage beyond the Caravelle Empire. This fleet was comprised of some of the most skilled captains and seasoned crew members in our Empire, making them the ideal candidates for such a critical mission.
The dreadnought, with its formidable firepower and advanced technology, would serve as both a symbol of our Empire's strength and a vital asset in the exploration of unknown territories. Its presence would ensure the safety and security of the fleet as they ventured into uncharted space, facing unknown dangers and encountering new civilizations along the way.
As I made the announcement to the fleet, I could sense the excitement and anticipation among the crew members. They were eager to embark on this historic journey, to chart new worlds and expand the boundaries of our Empire. And with the fifth fleet leading the way, I had no doubt they would succeed in their mission.
With the fleet prepared and ready to depart, I wished them godspeed and safe travels as they set out on their voyage of discovery. Theirs was a noble and daunting task that held the promise of great rewards for our Empire. As they ventured into the unknown depths of space, I knew that they carried with them the hopes and dreams of our people, forging a path toward a brighter future for all.
***
As Minsha and I boarded the Queen's Rage, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation about our journey to Terra. Fifty days aboard the ship would give us ample time to prepare and strategize for our arrival on my home planet.
During the journey, one of my main tasks was to brief Admiral Stook on Terra's customs and military capabilities. It was crucial for her to understand the intricacies of the planet's politics and society in order to navigate any potential challenges we might face upon our arrival.
I made sure to emphasize that while Terra had a rich history and culture, our technology was far more advanced than theirs. This gave us a significant advantage, but we still needed to approach the situation with caution and diplomacy.
In addition to briefing Admiral Stook, Minsha and I also took the opportunity to relearn how to speak English. It had been some time since I had last spoken the language, and I needed to brush up on my skills in order to effectively communicate with the people of Terra.
Minsha joined me in this endeavor, eager to learn alongside me and ensure that we were both prepared for whatever awaited us on my home planet. As we practiced together, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her unwavering support and companionship on this journey into the unknown.
A mix of emotions flooded my mind as the Queen's Rage entered orbit around my home world. On one hand, there was a sense of anticipation and excitement at the prospect of returning to Terra after so long. On the other hand, there was a nagging feeling of uncertainty and apprehension about what awaited us down on the surface.
I knew that military preparations would likely be underway on Terra in case we were perceived as a threat. The idea of potential conflict weighed heavily on me, especially considering our advanced technology compared to theirs. However, I also hoped that they would recognize our peaceful intentions and be open to communication.
Establishing a dialogue with the President of the United States was paramount. It was the only way to build trust and avoid misunderstandings that could escalate into conflict. But it also meant that I would have to come out as transgender to the entire world—a prospect that both excited and worried me.
Despite the uncertainties, I was determined to approach the situation with diplomacy and understanding. The last thing I wanted was to spark a war with my home world. Our mission was to foster cooperation and unity, not discord and strife.
As the Queen's Rage hovered in orbit around Earth, I made the decision to keep the rest of my fleet stationed near Jupiter. It was a strategic move—close enough to respond if needed but far enough away not to be perceived as a direct threat.
With everything in place, I instructed the communication station to transmit a message to Earth using broad-spectrum radio signals. It was time to make my presence known to my home planet.
"Attention, people of Earth," I began, my voice resonating through the radio waves. "I am the Empress of the Caravelle Empire, located in the Andromeda galaxy. But before that, I was one of you—a United States citizen who served in the Army. I come in peace, seeking to establish contact with the US government."
The message repeated on a loop, broadcasting my intentions to anyone who might be listening. It was a pivotal moment—one that would determine the course of our interactions with Earth and set the stage for our future endeavors. Now, all we could do was wait for a response.
They took their time sending a response. We finally received the broadcast: "Unidentified ship, we have received your message. We need verification of your identity and assurance of your intentions."
Acknowledging their cautious response, I decided to provide the verification they requested. "Staff Sergeant Kevin Arnold, DoD ID 1001384299. 2ID 143rd Alpha company," I transmitted, my voice steady and clear. "Requesting permission to land for negotiations. Over."
Using military jargon and providing my precise identification details was a deliberate choice intended to establish credibility and reassure them of my authenticity. Now, all we could do was wait for their next move, hoping they would grant us the opportunity to establish communication and begin the delicate process of diplomacy.
Minsha looked at me while we sat on the bridge, "Is it normal to take so long to speak to a leader? How will they react to how we look?" I smiled at her and grabbed her hands.
"Yes, this is normal for this government." Minsha's concern was understandable, given the potentially volatile situation we were entering. I nodded in agreement with her assessment. "You're right, love. The sight of us, especially Admiral Stook and you, may trigger quite a reaction among the people here. And bringing air masks is a prudent precaution."
I squeezed her hands reassuringly. "We'll be prepared for whatever we encounter. We aim to establish peaceful communication and foster understanding, but we must also be vigilant. The unknown can be unpredictable, but we'll navigate it together."
As we awaited further communication from Earth, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The fate of our diplomatic mission hung in the balance, and the outcome would shape the future of our interactions with my home planet.
We finally received word from Earth, "We will escort a shuttle to the coordinates following." I recognized the location as Fort Bragg, where Delta trains and the home of 82nd Airborne.
"Admiral, you are coming with me and put a fighter squadron out for protection. Let's get a small shuttle to take us down to the airfield." I ordered my bridge crew as we left.
Admiral Stook's insistence on additional protection was understandable, given the uncertainties surrounding our meeting with Earth's authorities. I nodded in agreement with her suggestion. "Very well, Admiral. Arrange for a security detail to accompany us and deploy a squadron of fighters to provide aerial cover. We must prioritize our safety while maintaining a diplomatic demeanor."
As we boarded the shuttle bound for Fort Bragg, I couldn't shake the tension in the air. The unknown nature of our reception on Earth kept me on edge, but I remained focused on the task at hand: establishing communication and forging a path toward peaceful relations between Earth and the Caravelle Empire.
We let their fighters escort us down to the airfield. It was so much slower than we could have gotten down there, but optics. I also didn't want to come across as overly aggressive, especially when I had a giant warship in orbit and a squadron of fighters deployed.
Our touchdown was uneventful, though as soon as we were on the ground, we were quickly surrounded by soldiers. I just rolled my eyes at the unneeded show of force. I already knew what their capabilities were. I had my four guards in heavy armor step out first.
As we stepped onto the tarmac, surrounded by Earth's military personnel, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection from the world I once called home. The air was thick with tension, both literal and figurative, as I struggled to breathe without the aid of my air mask. It was a stark reminder of the physical changes I had undergone since leaving Earth behind.
Minsha stood by my side, a beacon of support and strength amidst the uncertainty of our situation. Her presence grounded me, reminding me of the love and purpose that drove me forward. Together, we faced the daunting prospect of reintegrating into a world that had long since moved on without us.
I composed myself after my experience with Earth's atmosphere. In front of the troops was Captain Smith. I walked toward the Captain with Minsha on my arm, and Admiral Stook stood two steps behind me. "Captain Smith, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Empress Kara of Caravelle. This is my wife, Minsha, and behind me is my fleet commander, Admiral Stook. As visiting aliens always say, 'Take me to your leader.'" I giggled at my joke and could tell some soldiers were trying to hide a smile.
"Please follow me, Empress," He replied without a reaction.
"Oh, come on, Captain. That was a little funny." He grunted in response.
As we settled into the office, I couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere lingering among the military personnel gathered before us. The General's stern expression betrayed no hint of warmth or hospitality, and I understood that our presence here was viewed with suspicion and caution.
"General, it is a pleasure," I began, mustering a diplomatic tone despite the palpable tension in the air. "Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Minsha, and my fleet commander, Admiral Stook. I assume you are here to gather information to pass on to the Joint Chiefs."
"Ma'am, you seem to have an awful amount of information on how the military works and our structure." He said without acknowledging me.
My response was firm yet measured as I addressed the General's dismissive attitude and refusal to acknowledge my title. It was essential to assert my authority and demand the respect that was rightfully mine, especially in a diplomatic setting where mutual respect was crucial.
"General, before you continue," I interjected, my tone firm but composed. Why are you not acknowledging who I am? I am not a ma'am. I am Empress Kara, and you will address me as such. I have given you the common courtesy of acknowledging your rank. I expect you to extend the same courtesy."
I paused briefly, allowing my words to sink in before continuing with my response to his inquiry.
"Now, as for your question about how I know so much about your military," I continued, maintaining my authoritative demeanor, "I stated in my reply to your query that while I may no longer match the records of Kevin Arnold, one detail omitted from my file was that I was transgender. With the technology available to me, I was able to become who I always wanted to be."
I held his gaze steadily, emphasizing the importance of mutual respect and understanding in our interactions. "Next question, General."
I could sense a shift in the room as my assertiveness and straightforward answers seemed to catch them off guard. The Captain's question, delivered with the precision of a seasoned JAG lawyer, "Empress Kara, I would like to get for the record what your intentions on Earth are."
"You must be a JAG lawyer," I remarked, acknowledging her role in the conversation before addressing her inquiry. "As for your question... To be honest, I missed Earth. But I also want to help Earth get a significant technology boost. I would like to form an alliance with all the nations of Earth."
Her next question was more pointed, probing the extent of my intentions and the potential consequences if an alliance was not reached. It was a classic legal tactic, but I was prepared to navigate it. "We have seen your fleet out around Jupiter. What if we do not agree to an alliance." The lawyer inquired.
"Are you asking me if I will use my fleet to conquer the planet?" I countered, meeting her gaze steadily. Her response confirmed her intent, prompting me to clarify my stance.
"Lawyers always use simple questions to get a person to open up. I'll play your game," I remarked, maintaining my composure. "The answer is no, I would not. Like I said, I grew up here. Why would I destroy it? No, I told my fleet to stay back so we would not be as threatening to you. I had to bring my flagship, the Queen's Rage, here because that was the ship I was aboard."
The General's subsequent inquiry was: "You said you were willing to provide us with new technologies. What kind of technologies?" he asked.
"Not going to tell you that now. I said I would give the world technologies, not just the United States. I may have once been a citizen of this country, but that is no longer true."
"I have seen what worlds could be if the citizens worked together. I will not allow my Empire's technology to be used to conquer the world." I said firmly.
I relayed what we talked about to Minsha and Admiral Stook. They both needed to know what was being said. Minsha clasped my hand in hers, looking concerned, and Admiral Stook tried to hide how upset she was.
"Empress Kara, may I ask a few questions?" one of the majors asked me. I nodded for him to continue. "I am wondering what species your wife and the Admiral are. Also, if you are human, how come you can't breathe our air?"
These questions lowered my tensions, "Those are both excellent questions, Major. My wife is a species called Tragnor. The Admiral is a Caravellian. The reason I can no longer breathe Earth's air is because of the modification made to my body so that I could survive amongst the people of my Empire."
He looked quizically at me, "How did you become the Empress of an Empire of Caravelle as a human?"
"Major, that is a question for another time as it is a long story. Look, everyone, I know you are not the decision-makers, so why don't you send up your report so that I can talk to someone who can make some decisions. We are returning to our ship while your leaders decide what you want to do."
We left them and walked out. Our shuttle didn't wait for an escort. We shot into space at a speed none of their planes could ever hope to achieve.