I turned to look around the room, feeling like I was in a daze. I looked up when the door slammed open and a few people ran in. I slowly came back to my senses, I realised they had run in and had pulled me off the command table. That's when I had the horrified realisation that in my daze I had turned all the long range guns and pointed them at earth. My hud was pinging like crazy with all the messages I was currently receiving.

  “Kenna, Kenna! Relax! You got to stop, violence is not the solution, let's try talking to them before blasting holes in everything, okay?”

  “What? Uh, yea, okay.” I mumbled as I mentally muted the hud.

  I did glance at a few, but they were all congratulations from various clan members, I decided to create a filter to remove all congratulatory messages into a file for later reading. The next lot of messages were asking me what I was doing rotating the long range guns towards earth. I created a new filter for those before moving onto the last three messages remaining. I froze when I realised one was from London Clan, the second was from Washington Clan and the last was from what I could tell in Russian. I recognised the word Romanov. I opened that one first, hoping the letter was in English, it wasn't. I let out a sigh and closed it, wishing I could read Russian. I sent it to my Uncle Thomas hoping he would know what to do with it and turned to the American message.

  “Mr Washington, from the pain in my ass, Washington clan. What the hell do you want this time?”

  When I opened the message from him, instead of finding words, I found a video clip. I let out a groan before mentally clicking play. The annoyance was instantly wiped away when I saw a hangar with seven people kneeling in the middle of it. Surrounded by soldiers with guns, they all wore black tactical balaclavas to hide their identity. Which was made obvious when I noticed none of them had a single patch on their fatigues. A man, in a suit with the American flag pin on it, stepped in front of the camera with a smug smile on his face.

  “Miss Kenna” he nodded his head slightly before continuing. “Behind me are seven people out of the couple dozen we picked up for terrorist activity. Yes, we do know they are small fish, but they are tied to you, the new number one terrorist on America’s watch list. But we are reasonable people, you give our property, which would be that orbital station, back to us. In exchange, you get to visit America again. Not to mention, these lovely people get to walk home.” he smiled at the camera, a few moments later the video ended.

  “What the actual hell, are these people insane?”

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  I glanced at the command table, seriously considering pointing the long range guns at Washington before I reluctantly accepted the fact that it would change nothing and probably just get the captured people killed. The thought of releasing the video to the media crossed my mind and I decided I kinda liked that idea, so I sent a message to my uncle with the video attached. I turned to look at the last message and mentally opened it to see another video. I couldn't help swearing before clicking play, expecting more threats and more of my clansmen on their knees. What I did not expect was the Queen sitting on a nice luxurious high back chair. A man that looked like what you would expect her Butler to look like was standing behind and to the left of the chair. Sitting in an impressive chair across from the Queen was my father with a big smile on his face.

  “Yes, I am fine. No I am not here against my will, well mostly not. It was a bit of a misunderstanding at first, but once I got here and her majesty explained what was going on, then I decided it was a good thing to be here. Yes, I did complain about the way we were brought in, and Mr Taylor is now working security for some sheep.”

  The Queen continued to smile softly, but my father didn't continue talking, so I assumed his little encouragement bit was done, and I was about to get the and if you want it to stay that way speech.

  “Guild Mistress Kenna, after our last conversation I decided for the protection of your clan I had to bring them in and hide them Mr Taylor misunderstood my order and has roughed up a fair few of your clansmen. He has been punished severely and those injured are receiving medical treatment, Luckily no one has suffered any serious injury.”

  She adjusted in her seat and sipped from a glass the Butler handed her before taking it back as she handed It back to him and stepping back, she then smiled to the camera before continuing.

  “I have secured most of your clansmen, the Americans managed to grab twenty-one, worry not, we will recover them for you. The Russians did grab eleven, but We were able to recover all of them unharmed, Before they could be extracted from the country. I would now like to request housing aboard the orbital station for my clan, there are one hundred and forty thousand members.”

  She reached back and was soon sipping her drink again. I waited patiently for her to continue.

  “I would like to establish a guild as well. Your father informs me that a Mr Timothy has told him that a guild can form companies that can work out there in space, making more credits than We can here on this Planet. Therefore, my sales pitch is this. We provide Mr Timothy with a secure landing zone on the palace grounds so he can extract a majority of your clansmen, as well as one hundred thousand of my own.”

  She smiled at the camera again before turning to look at the Butler and whispered something I couldn't hear before turning back to the camera.

  “The remaining forty Thousand of my own clan have Already spread out around the United Kingdom and started initiating everyone. This was something your father recommended we do. In exchange, our clan will officially ally with your own. We will aid you in all things from management to resource gathering. I have already organised a large amount of resources grown on the planet to be sent up as soon as a space faring ship capable of taking it up arrives. Your father has also asked we defend your clan's land in Scotland until America gets the memo to back off, We are willing to do this.”

  She shifted in her seat again as she glanced at my father as if she was assessing him.

  “What I want in exchange for all this is the planets in another solar system and a few ships to help us establish a new United Kingdom colony. Do we have a deal?”

  The video ended there, and I slowly stepped back until I fell into the couch.

  “Did that… should we…. What the hell is going on down there?”

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