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.