It took roughly twelve hours before I got a response, and I had spent the first hour watching the two-hundred people on the hull of the station. After the first thirty odd minutes they had started sitting down and relaxing as they waited, now all of them were lying around relaxing as I was sprawled over an armchair playing games on my hud. My mining barge had even returned three times while we all waited. Callum had even sent me a message telling me how creepy it was to come in with all those people staring at him as he passed. Unfortunately, he had not found all the ore I needed for a smelting factory yet, and I was still encouraging him to find the missing ore. However, we had gotten enough to build the first housing building for my cousins and I had ordered a bunkhouse to be built. It had finished within two hours, and they had immediately started asking why there was only one toilet in a ten bedroom building and nothing else. Turns out I needed to upgrade the building to get toilets and kitchens in each bedroom. I noticed as the upgrades increased, so did the luxuries and building size. This included turning the bedroom into a suite at level four. However, the problem with that was I needed more resources, a lot more and some of the upgrades were asking for wood among other things and every upgrade had a credit price tag. I had cursed a lot as I looked down at the planet, knowing I was going to need a way to get wood from there. Zeo had gotten bored waiting after ten minutes and had moved over to a couch off to the side of my command room and had not moved from it since. I think she was playing some game on her hud.

The response I received was not one but five, and I had not expected one of them to be from the UN. Which in hindsight would explain the last rocket to arrive while we were waiting. The station had recorded their transmissions so I could play them back on my Command table. It even highlighted which rocket the transmission was coming from. What surprised me was the one from the English rocket. It was a secure-encrypted transmission that was waiting for me to answer.

“I have a phone call,” I whispered as I slowly stood from my chair and took a couple steps to stand next to the command table. My hand reached out to accept the call.

*******

“Mr. Taylor, how long do you suppose it will take before, who we suspect is up there, to answer?”

“I am not sure, your Majesty, it could be five seconds or thirty minutes… I wonder who Zirt is?”

“Most likely a false name, meant to get the public interested. I have no doubt that it is an attempt to get some sort of protection from the people. Perhaps, to keep the governments of the world from swarming the station and taking it by force, or maybe to keep the clans of earth from doing the same.”

“Too right, your Majesty. How about a spot of tea while we wait?”

The soft ringing sound suddenly stopped with a loud click of the connection being established. The two of them then heard the young voice of the person they had been waiting for.

“Greetings to England from the Blossoming Terranova Orbital Station. Why are you stomping on my hull?”

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“Greetings, to the Blossoming Terranova Orbital Station, I am Mr. Taylor in service to Her Majesty the Queen, leader of the England Clan. Uh, the reason our men and women are on your hull is because America, Russia and Chinese are there.”

“I know, and I'm not happy about that either.”

“Yes, of course not, … I am sorry, I am not really sure on how to address you. However, you sound like you are from the north.”

Mr. Taylor looked towards her Majesty when no answer came immediately, feeling a little nervous that he may have spooked the young lady they hoped was from the clan to the north.

“Lots of planets have a north”

His head snapped back to where the voice was coming from, and he couldn't wait to deliver the next line her Majesty had instructed him to, he felt excited about the possibility that they were right.

“Yes, doc, but we have not seen you yet, and our men have an awful lot of running to do.”

“Ooh, that gives me a great idea, hang on. … Hey Zeo, in the market is there a ship that can chameleon itself to look like anything?”

“... Uh, yes, there are a fair few that you could purchase the licences for, that have that feature, or you could level up a fair few other ships that can equip that feature.

“Sweet, we will have to go shopping later.”

“I can't wait, you know I love shopping Kenna, but you know how you told me to warn you if I'm not really following what you are talking about? Well, I stopped understanding a while ago.”

“Oh, crap. They lured me in with my favourite television show. Oh, they're good.”

“Yea… also you are still transmitting”

“What? No way, I pushed this pause button right here.”

“That pauses the holographic display, not the transmitting line.”

“What? This shit needs a manual or something!”

Mr. Taylor glanced at her Majesty who nodded and held up a piece of paper saying ‘she has to be Scion Kenna Mackenzie.’ Mr. Taylor nodded, he knew the Mackenzie clan was the only noble clan in Scotland. He then turned to speak with Kenna.

“Scion Kenna Mackenzie, may our people come aboard to defend you from the other nations of earth and help secure your claim to the station?”

“What? No! They can get the hell off my hull and back in their rocket and out of my orbit.”

“Miss Mackenzie, please I-”

“Get off my hull! Here is some advice for you, I do not need your protection, this station has teeth!”

The line made that clicking sound of a phone hanging up before it went silent. Mr. Taylor turned to look at her Majesty for guidance.

“Get our men off that hull. While rude, it was a warning, and we should listen to it to show we can be friends or at least trusted. However, while our men are returning to earth, I need you to send out our own clan members. I want them to pick up the Mackenzie clan. Use official badges and laws to pick them all up, from the leader all the way down to the nobody bag boy, if they are in the clan or related to it, I want them.”

“Are you imprisoning them, your Majesty?”

“...no, they are our invited guests we shall bring them in and protect them from the other countries, make it look like they just up and vanished.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I will see to it personally.”

“Very good, oh, and Mr. Taylor”

“Yes your Majesty?”

“Be discreet”

“Of course, your Majesty”

Mr. Taylor turned and left the room, walking down the long corridor away from the bunker her majesty had used to take up home in. It was, of course, located underneath the palace. She had moved there after the report of her death had been announced to the public, it wouldn't do for someone that appeared to be her age but wouldn't actually die for a very long time, to be seen still alive. As he walked, he muttered to himself.

“I wonder if anyone will resist? I don't have orders to not hurt them if they do… well my men's safety does come first, as long as they are alive that's what matters, right?”