The Superhero Diaries 5.19: Decoded

The Elite Force of Britain.

A team of superheroes who joined forces years ago to uphold peace and tranquillity – or the illusion thereof. They try. They try very hard. Occasionally, they are thanked for the work they do, but generally they aren’t. To most, they simply exist. But they don’t do what they do for thanks… or glory… they simply do what they feel they  must.

Somehow, documents are emerging from the private files, the locked cases and the personal diaries of the superheroes, and leaked out into the wider world. Some of these leaked items stem from beyond our world, and out from the vastness of the great Universe beyond.

One report, in alien transcript, has somehow been translated…

Sia Klath, you are immediately ordered to hand yourself over to the Galactic Guard. Their vessel is in orbit around the planet you call Earth.

I will never hand myself over to a team of criminals, Lord Klam. I provided you with the evidence I gathered of their wrongdoings, yet you choose to ignore that evidence. Instead, you chase me half way across the Galaxy, thinking me the criminal.

You abandoned your people. That is reason enough.

I abandoned my people because I had no choice. Your Galactic Guard were ready to overthrow the palatial compound and claim the Star Dominion as their own. As Queen, I will not allow it. And as Queen in Exile nobody can assume the position of overall ruler.

Sia Klath, I repeat you must hand yourself over to the Galactic Guard or face dire consequences.

Do not threaten me, Klam. I am still your Queen, regardless of whom you are, or the planet upon which I choose to dwell. And by our own interplanetary laws whilst I am here you are not allowed to set one foot upon its ground. As, alas, I am forbidden to leave this world whilst the conflict of interests exists.

One more time, Sia Klath, come peacefully, or we must take you by force.

Klam. Go back to Starnado and review the evidence once more. Do not be the Galactic Guard’s puppet. I have agents on the homeworld still gathering evidence of the infiltration and despicable acts this sorry organisation are undertaking. Disband the service if need be. Resolve the conflict. And then, I will consider returning.
You have no right to be in the vicinity of Earth, or any of the planets in this Solar System. By being here, it is you who is committing the offence under our own laws.

And it is due to those laws that we are here for you, Sia Klath.

You know the royal privilege well enough, my brother, which is why I know you are here alone without those Galactic Guard clones. Only royalty may leave the perimeters of the Dominion of Stars without punishment. This is the exact reason we introduced the Monarch in Exile sub clause millennia ago.

So, my sister; you will not return.

Alas not, Klam. I am kept well informed as to the activities within the Dominion, and I have enough of my forces able to keep control there, but my exile is the best place for everyone at the moment. Once the infiltrators are removed and the Galactic Guard stripped of their illegal powers, then the time will be right for my return.

This then, may be the last time we communicate.

It doesn’t have to be, my brother. Unless, that is, you take sides with the enemy. And with me being here, you are effectively the High Prince. As Queen in Exile, I still hold my power but it is somewhat reduced. You are now in command on the front line. The communication channel to my ship is always open, if I am available to respond.
Please for the sake of these Earthlings, do not return, and do not allow the Galactic Guard to know there is civilisation anywhere in this Solar System. Having them try to destroy our civilisation is bad enough.

Very well, my sister, I tried. I will do as you request, and look further into the evidence you have gathered. When I return to Starnado I shall declare you Queen in Exile, which I know is not what the Galactic Guard want, which will then allow for more evidence to be gathered.

Farewell, my brother, and may you find speed in resolving the hidden conflict.

Farewell, my Queen. May you make a speedy return home?