February 3017
London, England
In Buckingham Palace, Brainiac 5 showed a map of the Mimic infestation in Europe and the Middle East. On the Western Front, the Mimics were blocked by heavy human resistance at the Belgium-French border. On the Eastern Front, the Mimics were gaining ground towards Moscow having conquered Central Europe, the Balkans, and the Baltic states. In the Middle East front, the Mimics occupied Turkey, Palestine, Iraq, Arabia with humans containing them at the Sinai Penisula, the Caucus Mountains, and the Zagros Mountains in Persia.
The destruction of the hive mind by Mon had been a significant blow to the Mimic's intelligence and operational leadership while preventing them from resetting the day to ensure their victory. Still, there were several hundred million mimics still wandering around killing any survivors and attempting to expand their territorial borders across the planet.
"It is imperative we stop their advance," Brainiac 5 said seriously. "We will need all the firepower we can muster."
"Of course," Mon smirked.
There was a long awkward pause. "He means Supergirl," Nura said helpfully.
"She's doing Sim City in Metropolis and doesn't want to be bothered. Probably working on sculpting and painting Alex in her workshop," Mon figured.
"That can't be psychologically healthy," Nura said dryly.
"Preaching to the choir," Mon agreed.
"If you would be so kind as to eradicate the threat, Prince Mon of the Jin-Saiyan," Brainiac 5 said delicately.
"You trying to goad me into solving this world's problems?" Mon scoffed. "Nice try. These humans need to stand up on their own."
"Any delay in victory will cause human extinction and thus eliminate your pool of subjects," Brainiac 5 pointed out.
"If I save them on day one, they'll just feel entitled. I must fight alongside them in glorious battle at their level. Only then will they start to love me. My mother never understood this. She only knew fear," Mon said.
"You're using the Mimic threat to force the humans to capitulate to you," Nura said disapprovingly.
"Damn straight," Mon grinned. "Neither of you can stop the Mimics on your own. You simply have no alternative but to follow my plan."
"Kara will kill you for this...eventually," Nura predicted.
"Words I have heard so many times before," Mon said unconcernedly. "Do not fret. Should this get fucked sideways, I'll roast the entire continent from space."
"I anticipated this reaction from Mon, so I drew up an alternative battle plan," Brainiac 5 said and then showed them a hologram map of battle movements.
English generals then entered the room awaiting orders. They all wore black pants, black undershirts, and black jackets indicating they were general officers. On their collars were four golden pins encased in a solid bar indicating their officer ranks of 0-10. The leading general nervously approached Mon. "My Lord, the fleet has arrived on the coast of France but the Mimics have retreated beyond the range of our guns," one general said to Mon.
"The Mimics are alerted to our presence," Mon said obviously. "Our ships were not fast enough to acquire the element of surprise."
"One troop carrier ship rammed a cargo ship and sank killing over six hundred volunteers from South Africa," the general brought up to make the navy look bad.
"They're as clumsy as they are stupid," Mon said derisively. "Prepare your men for a surface attack."
"As you wish, My Lord," the general said and then exited the room with his fellow generals.
Metropolis
Nura found Kara at City Hall engrossed in a computer simulation game. Kara was dressed in a black Supergirl uniform indicating her mourning status. In her office was a bust of Alex, on the wall was a painting of Alex, and one side of the room had a library of old-fashioned styled books she had recreated from memory. "How are things?" Nura asked.
"I managed to shut down two hundred prostitution houses in the city. On the other hand, this bandit has alluded me. He's somewhere in Mexico no doubt drinking tequila and laughing at me," Kara said as she glared at a map of North America.
"I've been busy with the war...the Great War, in fact," Nura nudged.
"I'm keeping Metropolis neutral," Kara insisted.
"I get that. I really do but why do you have to be neutral?" Nura asked.
"Maybe we can negotiate with the Mimics?" Kara said delusionally.
"They don't speak," Nura frowned.
"Then, we get some telepath to help us. I'll make some calls," Kara evaded.
"Just go over there and burn them like a magnifying glass to ants," Nua said hunching over her desk and getting in her face.
"Is that my future?" Kara mocked.
"Just common sense," Nura shot back.
"What's stopping Mon from defeating them? He can destroy moons and planets," Kara asked.
"He's being an ass," Nura reported.
"For two years, I defended this planet from all sorts of evil...most of which was somehow connected personally to me. I'm done with that shit. I only make matters worse," Kara said depressed.
"If Alex Danvers were here, what would she want you to do?" Nura asked.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because she's dead," Kara said mournfully. "Now, leave me be."
March 3017
Baghdad, Iraq
Mon joined a coalition of English, Iraqi, and Indian forces to take Baghdad from the Mimics. Over the last few weeks, Mon assisted the humans in landing in Kuwait and moving north clearing the Mimics from the Tigress River. While with the troops, Mon dropped his normally condescending attitude and gained comradery with the troops. Oblivious that Mon could defeat the Mimics all by himself, the men celebrated Mon's heroics. In battle, Mon intentionally allowed himself to be injured so as to better relate to many of the injured men on the field as if he were one of them. Just outside Baghdad, Mon led the humans to victory annihilating a regiment-sized cluster of Mimics and taking the city. The Mimics fled from Baghdad towards Mosul. With the battle over, Mon addressed the civilians in the city.
"Our armies do not come into your cities and lands as conquerors or enemies, but as liberators," Mon declared to them. Shortly afterward, Mon appointed a local puppet regional governor to rule over Iraq, Kuwait, Qatar, United Arab Emirates, Oman, and Yemen. Under this regional governor were prefects and superintendents loyal and grateful to Mon's regime. Brainiac 5 drones soon arrived and began advising the locals on restarting energy production in the region as before.
"The Russians and Persians are keeping the Mimics at bay to the east," Brainiac 5 reported to Mon.
"We go west to the Holy Land," Mon smirked. "Motivating the men by declaring it's God's will that we succeed."
"Very well," Brainiac 5 said without enthusiasm.
"I expect to be made Defender of the Faith after I win," Mon said to him.
"Not until you officially convert," Brainiac 5 refused him.
"Well...shit," Mon resisted.
"There is a risk the Mimics will destroy the holy sites still in existence if your invasion is conducted improperly," Brainiac 5 said concernedly.
"Well, we can't have that," Mon said sarcastically. "Our next move will be towards Fallujah and then Samarah. Once we have control of this area, we can use the railroad to bring in supplies."
"You'll need it. The men will soon become sick to disease," Brainiac 5 said scanning the men all around them.
Metropolis
In front of City Hall, the entire population of Metropolis was present for Kara's inauguration as Supreme Leader of America, a title totally rejected by all the other regions of North and South America. In reality, Kara only had effective control of Metropolis. "My fellow citizens, let me be clear, don't confuse anything, read these lips, we're not going to war," she promised the cheering crowd.
A month later, Kara would reverse herself.
From Metropolis, upon Brainiac 5's urging, Kara wrote a bill dictating that a simple majority of the legislature was needed to end debate on a bill unless the Supreme Leader felt there had been insufficient debate on the matter. Kara would often sit in on these debates to amuse herself and had every intention of prolonging debate if it suited her. At the time, the regional legislature constituted representatives from districts that were once Manhattan, The Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island, Metropolis, and Gotham. At the moment, the legislature was busy debating the merits of Jazz music Kara had introduced from the 21st century.
In late March, Kara went on vacation to the US Virgin Islands completely uninhabited.
US Virgin Islands
While Kara sunbathed on the beach in a black bikini, Brainiac 5 came to visit her. "How the fuck did you find me?" Kara asked irritably.
"It wasn't hard," Brainiac 5 said wearing a black uniform that clashed with the sunny humid weather. "The governments of France, Russia, and Sweden have collapsed. We are appointing puppets there."
"Good to know," Kara said unconcernedly. "What about my question?"
"I scanned your body thoroughly. The black hole and preceding wormhole destroyed any DNA traces of Alex Danvers. It's impossible to clone her," Brainiac 5 said to her.
Kara got up and glared at Brainiac 5. "There must be some DNA somewhere. Search Midvale and find it," she ordered.
"After a thousand years, 75% of her DNA would be lost. Even if I completed the gaps, it would hardly resemble her. It would not be her," Brainiac 5 said reasonably.
"Then use photos of her and become her," Kara said forcefully.
"Simple enough. In time, with your help, I could probably mimic her voice, mannerisms, and personality," Brainiac 5 said thoughtfully.
"But?" Kara wondered.
"This grieving process is affecting your mental health. You are more useful to me and this planet not under this delusion," Brainiac 5 said.
"You would refuse me?" Kara glared at him. "You'll get nothing from me until you do as I ask."
"You will come around," Brainiac 5 predicted.
"Did Nura tell you that?" Kara asked crossly.
"It is inevitable," Brainiac 5 said coldly.
Kara suddenly incinerated him creating a long trail of burnt sand and glass in her wake. Kara turned towards a perfect replica of Alex made of sand on the beach. Turning away back to the waves, Kara stared at the sun in anger. "Why?" she asked God angrily and then annihilated the island in a flash of light.
Gaza
Brainiac 5 and Mon-El led a human military force towards Gaza from Egypt in the Palestine campaign against the Mimics. The troops that had conquered Baghdad would remain there and fortify the city while a new front was opened up in the Middle East. A tank division encircled Gaza surrounding the city where the Mimics were holding out. Brainiac 5 then sent out two infantry divisions to take the Mimic position with Mon in the thick of it. The infantry moved against Gaza at night only to get confused by dense fog. In the morning, there was heavy fighting between both sides. Wanting the thrill of battle, Mon didn't use any of his powers as Brainiac 5 anticipated. After the battle, Mon instantly teleported near to Brainiac 5's tent.
"We must pull the troops back," Brainiac 5 said.
"But we won a hill," Mon protested.
"We will soon run out of water supplies. The men must withdraw," Brainiac 5 ordered.
"Well...shit," Mon muttered as the troops would have to give up all of their gains to the enemy. The tank division also pulled back being too exposed to enemy fire and spread too thin.
Mon proceeded to report the battle to London as a total victory and that he would soon be conquering Jerusalem which was a total lie.
April 3017
Metropolis
The senate of the city-state of Metropolis voted 82-6-12 to go to the war against the Mimics. With the vote easily over two-thirds, Kara was now challenged to keep her end and accept the vote. After listening to all the speeches and warmongering by members of the senate, Kara summoned her regional governor to her office.
"I will accept the vote made by the senate. However, as commander-in-chief, you will not send any army overseas. Instead, act like you're doing something with mobilization efforts. Are we clear?" Kara said to him.
"Perfectly, Your Highness," he replied.
Midvale, Quebec Region
Brainiac 5 came to meet with Kara at a home she had built for herself in Midvale. The town was long gone and the area was sparsely populated. Kara lived alone in the mansion-sized home she had personally designed and built. The mansion's location was exactly where the Danvers' home used to be on the coast. Kara wore black dresses every day and would occasionally go on long walks as she mourned Alex's death along with the rest of her friends. In her hand was a hand-crafted doll. Brainiac 5 stood as Kara sat in a chair staring off into space and being absolutely silent.
"What is the name of the doll?" Brainiac 5 asked already knowing the answer.
"Alex...just like all the others. I've made 123 of them," Kara said sadly. "I remember the first day I met Alex. I was only fourteen and she was fifteen. She was so rude and hateful towards me in the beginning and, yet, I cherish those memories."
"Why, if I may ask?" Brainiac 5 asked.
"Because I'd rather feel hated than be ignored. At least, when you're hated, someone acknowledges your existence and is affected by your presence," Kara said.
"Unfortunately, I cannot relate. I've spent several centuries being ignored by humans on this world while manipulating their circumstances behind the scenes," Brainiac 5 said.
"What I would give to be chewed out one more time by her," Kara said tearfully.
Brainiac 5 waited for Kara to collect herself. "The English Parliament welcomes you as their new queen and absolute ruler," he began. "I've negotiated all the details."
Kara merely glanced in his direction for a moment before avoiding his gaze. "There is the issue of how you wish to style yourself. Kara sounds rather foreign, alien. You may wish to adopt a more traditional name like Catherine, for example," he added.
"What's the point?" Kara whispered. "I could spend the rest of my life building cities and then knocking them down again."
"Kara, this is not a game. Millions of lives on this world are in need of your power. From what I know of you, you have barely tapped into your potential," Brainiac 5 said gently.
"As my first official act, I make you Prime Minister of England. Do what you think is best. Should they disobey you, come back to me and I'll kill them all. Otherwise, leave me in peace," Kara ordered.
"As you wish," Brainiac 5 said and then walked away from her.
Since Kara refused to go to England, the English lords came to her to give their oaths of allegiance. The twenty-one lords and Brainiac 5 gathered in the library and waited patiently to see Kara. She eventually did show her face in a modified black Supergirl uniform and looked over the crowd. Taking a seat, she motioned for them all to come to her one-by-one and kneel before her. Mon then made his presence known wearing Jin-Saiyan ceremonial armor. He came before her but did not take the knee. Kara made no response to this challenge to her authority.
"We shall take our leave," Brainiac 5 said ushering everyone out.
Even with no witnesses, Mon still refused to bend the knee and condescendingly circled around her throne. "You staying long?" Kara asked finally.
"I'm going back to the front on the European mainland," Mon informed her.
"Sorry to hear that. Your presence will be missed," Kara lied looking away.
"You are no royal. I was born a prince, raised a prince, and trained as a prince until my planet was destroyed. You're a mere commoner and in no position to lead men," Mon told her.
"You flatter yourself. Your planet and your rank were destroyed when you were a mere child. You are just a savage," Kara glared at him.
"I know how to play this game. You may have great power but these humans will defy you in spaces and in ways you will not anticipate. You rule by fear whereas I would rule by respect," Mon said to her.
"You won't rule at all if I kill you where you stand," Kara stood up to him. "You're the reason why I'm in this time, why my sister, my parents, my friends are all lost to me. I've killed so many for far less."
"What are you waiting for?" Mon antagonized.
Brainiac 5 then entered the room. "They still don't know by what name to address you," he said breaking the tension.
"My name on this world means cherished and beloved. My name is and always will be Kara," Kara told him.
The next morning, Kara arrived at the dining room for breakfast and found the room filled with Mon, Brainiac 5, and the English lords. "Congratulations, Your Royal Highness, on containing the Mimics to the continent," Lord Gray said appreciatively.
"It was nothing," Mon said enjoying the praise. In truth, he could easily have won the war within the week if he wanted to.
As Kara entered the room the English lords noticed Mon didn't bother to stand so they continued to sit at the table. Kara gave them all a look of disgust and then awkwardly sat down across from everyone. "We're expecting Mr. Brown this afternoon," Brainiac 5 said to her.
"Whom?" Kara wondered.
"That's a very pretty dress, Kara. Black suits you well, but you're not eating enough. One must not let one's vanity overrule their appetite," Mon antagonized.
Kara stopped eating, glared daggers at him, and the room became completely silent. Kara suddenly got up and left the room in a huff. "Was that really wise?" Brainiac 5 asked Mon.
"Only by challenging her strength and pissing her off will she get of this funk," Mon predicted.
"Or she'll self-destruct if pushed over the edge," Brainiac 5 figured.
"Either way, I get what I want," Mon replied.
"I have no doubt she'll kill you first before she destroys herself," Brainiac 5 warned.
A few hours later, Kara was in her study writing her memoirs on a computer when Mr. Brown entered. "Ahem," Mr. Brown said after a long silence.
Kara ignored him and continued to work on her computer typing rapidly. Mr. Brown then obnoxiously stomped his way closer to her and bowed his head to her. Kara eventually turned away from her computer and looked up at him. "Mr. Brown. I hope the journey from Metropolis to Midvale wasn't taxing," she said.
"Not at all," he said cheerfully.
"You are well?" Kara asked.
"I am," Mr. Brown confirmed.
"Prime Minister Barney is very complimentary about you. I trust this assignment doesn't inconvenience you too much," Kara said with false sincerity.
"I have no family, ma'am. Only brothers and sisters," Mr. Brown said.
"You have a brother serving in the war, don't you?" Kara vaguely recalled.
"Yes, ma'am," Mr. Brown confirmed.
"I hope the staff, here, will be company enough for you because I'm not," Kara said broodingly.
"Yes," Mr. Brown said gently.
Kara went to get a drink of water when her hand began to shake. Her glass fell out of her hands and made a mess on her desk. "Damn it," she hissed using her hand to evaporate the water away before it could damage her computer.
"I'm sorry to see someone as beautiful and as powerful as you in such a sorry state. You must miss her dreadfully," Mr. Brown remarked referring to Alex. In the study, there were portraits of Alex, a statue of her, and a bust of her on Kara's desk, all of which were done by Kara, herself.
Kara glared at him with tearful eyes. "You do not...!" Kara shouted at him as she stood up from her desk. She took a moment to calm herself down. "There are rules in this house, things you do and don't do," she said softly.
"I just told you how I feel, for fuck's sake," Mr. Brown said irreverently.
Kara gawked at him completely amazed at his boldness. He was an ordinary human with no powers facing down one of the most powerful entities in the universe without fear or hesitation. "You don't tell me how you feel because, quite frankly, I don't give a shit."
"I speak as I find, ma'am," Mr. Brown insisted.
Kara gave him an odd look and nearly cracked a smile. "That will be all for today, Mr. Brown."
Mr. Brown then exited the study obnoxiously stomping as he did. Kara stared at him, went back to her computer filled with sad memories, and then went back to the door Mr. Brown had exited. "What the fuck?" she wondered.
The next day, Kara eyed Mr. Brown outside with a horse. She gave him a confused look as she had not ordered him to do so. Kara considered riding out into the Maine countryside but then thought better of it as she wanted to remain inside alone. For being a presumptuous ass, Kara didn't bother to recall him into the house. He remained outside with the horse until nightfall.
The next morning, Kara stopped Mr. Brown as he was about to take the horse out yet again. "You do not bring out my horse until I request it," she told him.
"Yeah, well, you need some fresh air," Mr. Brown replied.
"I'm not interested in this land, this time. The only things that interest me are the things in my house," Kara told him off.
"Well, Your Majesty is wrong," Mr. Brown said stubbornly. "You need to ride out and I intend to be ready when you do."
"Fine but only if it is a black horse. This horse is white," Kara said of it.
"You want me to get you another horse? This one is perfectly healthy," Mr. Brown objected.
"Then paint him black," Kara ordered.
"Fuck that," Mr. Brown refused.
Kara and Mr. Brown stared each other down. "You may wear black your whole life but you have no right to make everyone else around you mourn with you," Mr. Brown said.
"Well, okay then," Kara relented.
In the field, Kara went on an unenthusiastic ride on her horse until they reached a cliff overlooking the ocean. "This was one of the best views in all of Maine," Kara remarked.
"It's a fine spot," Mr. Brown agreed.
"Every day, I think about what Alex would say or do if she were with me now. My Prime Minister wants me to conduct my so-called public duties. All of these lords and politicians want it. If our fates were reversed and Alex was here and I had been left behind, they wouldn't have given her any respect," Kara said bitterly. "Because she was human...and homosexual."
Mr. Brown gave her an odd look having not encountered one before. Kara then looked over her phone to check her emails. "None of that, ma'am," Mr. Brown objected.
"I require it," Kara hissed at him.
"It can wait until you go back inside. Enjoy the outdoors," Mr. Brown told her.
"Fine, you read my messages to me then," Kara said handing the phone over to him.
"It says classified, ma'am," Mr. Brown read.
"I don't give a shit, read it," Kara insisted.
Not long afterward, Kara had a meeting with Mon, Brainiac 5, and some English lords. As they entered the room, Kara ignored them as she worked on her computer. "Parliament would like to hold an audience with you in London," Brainiac 5 said.
"Why?" Kara asked.
"I thought you might be interested in the matters of government," Brainiac 5 said delicately.
"No, I shall be out walking," Kara declined.
"Would you like Prince Mon to meet with them on your behalf?" Brainiac 5 asked.
"Under no circumstances," Kara replied.
"Kara, you really should make yourself more available," Mon lectured.
"I am an absolute monarch. I don't need to sit for election nor do I require public legitimacy. The best kind of absolute ruler is one who absolutely does nothing," Kara said. "And I don't intend to do shit unless some asshole thinks they can rule this world without my say so," she said pointing at Mon.
"What of a small gesture that you give a shit about the people you serve?" Mon asked.
"Gesture?" Kara wondered.
"A state dinner for our ambassadors, for example?" Mon suggested.
"No dinners," Kara shut him down. "And why are you in your Insane armor with blue blood all over it?" she asked disgustedly.
"There's a war going on, FYI," Mon mocked.
"Everyone knows your power and strength but not your sharp wit. Perhaps, you would enjoy the benefits of mental activity in debate and persuasion in the halls of Parliament?" Brainiac 5 enticed.
"Why am I being lectured?!" Kara exploded on them both.
"Forgive me...," Brainiac 5 said to appease her.
"I will not be lectured to by anyone on what a monarch should or should not do least of all this asshole. It was your irresponsibility that led us both to this time!" Kara shouted at Mon.
"I lost my parents, my comrades, and my entire race so you can go fuck yourself. At least, I'm keeping busy," Mon shot back.
"Go play with your toy soldiers," Kara said derisively.
"Perhaps, you could allow Prince Mon to host...," Brainiac 5 began.
"I swear, you send me so many emails to piss me off. You know how my nerves are right now," Kara glared at Brainiac 5. "I've assessed the situation and I'm going to go for a swim in the ocean. The saltwater might do me some good."
"Don't drown," Mon taunted as Kara left the room.
London, England
Brainiac 5 addressed Parliament made up of only two dozen members. "This land was known for having the greatest empire this world has ever known 1100 years ago. It was then that this land amassed great capital and industry with no parallel in the world. Yet, it was the traditions and customs of the monarchy that brought stability and shaped the public consciousness with direction. I refer to you the gentle hand of Queen Victoria, the steady leadership of King George V during the Great War, and the man of the people that was George VI during World War II. To those honorable gentlemen seeking to undo the monarchy we have created here not so long ago, I ask them to remember the glory days of monarchy and the ruin that was the English Republic of recent centuries," Brainiac 5 said.
After his speech, Lord Gray came over to Brainiac 5. "Have you seen this?" he asked showing a cartoon flyer of an empty throne.
"Of course," Brainiac 5 said dismissively.
"It's becoming serious. You make this woman our queen and then she's absent. It makes us all look like fools. At this point, do we even need her?" Lord Gray asked.
"Her mere existence deters anyone else from taking the throne for themselves and preserves the power of Parliament. You should appreciate her not meddling in state affairs," Brainiac 5 said.
"And what of the gossip? This insistence on free speech has created rumors from all sides. Public opinion will sour on the queen and take us with it," Lord Gray said worriedly.
"Then, I recommend you appear hostile to the crown in public while remaining loyal in secret. Trust me, I'll know your true feelings," Brainiac 5 advised.
Midvale, Quebec Province
Kara and Mr. Brown went for a ride. "I'm thinking of publishing my Midvale journals," Kara said conversationally.
"Are they worth reading?" Mr. Brown asked uncertainly.
"Anything written by the queen of this planet is worth reading," Kara told him off.
"That doesn't make you an expert writer," Mr. Brown doubted.
"It's not the quality of the writing but the subject matter," Kara argued.
"I don't groom a horse to be admired. I groom a horse because the horse needs grooming," Mr. Brown remarked.
There was a long awkward pause between them. "So, what the fuck does that mean?" Kara asked.
"Did you write these journals for yourself or to be admired?" Mr. Brown asked.
"It's not for others but...," Kara stammered.
"I don't know anyone who would be interested in a small non-existent town one thousand years ago," Mr. Brown doubted.
"Stop talking shit about my childhood," Kara scolded.
"Just say what you have to say, woman. What other people think doesn't matter," Mr. Brown said condescendingly.
"Of course, I will say whatever I want to say," Kara snapped.
"You want a good review, you can always buy one," Mr. Brown said dismissively.
"I couldn't even bribe you to give me a good review because you're ignorant as fuck. I went to a university, was a personal assistant to the editor in chief of a well-known magazine, and a journalist. If not for this whole fuck-up, I'd be winning Pulitzer's right now," Kara said bitterly.
"What the fuck is a Pulitzer?" Mr. Brown wondered.
"These journals are not so much about me but about Alex. She was the lighthouse in the storm that was my mind. She wasn't just my adopted sister. She was my best friend," Kara said tearfully.
"What was your last memory of her?" Mr. Brown asked.
"She had just leaped off a building to her death to dodge enemy fire and I had just saved her...again. I told her everyone has their own apocalypse. Then, I told her goodbye. I even told her that I would be back before she knew it. What a sick joke," Kara said mournfully.
Kara, Mon, and Mr. Brown walked the grounds of the Midvale estate. "It's the man's role to decide when the war will start and stop," Mon told her off.
"War is a disgusting habit. It should be discouraged," Kara said argumentatively.
"You're being excessive. Metropolis has declared war. Where are the armies?" Mon asked.
"I have given you quite enough," Kara refused.
"But armies are to be used with the expressed intent of fighting. An army, by tradition, fights the enemy on the battlefield," Mon protested.
"My responsibilities are high enough already," Kara declined. "I have far too much to do during the day than to stay up all night to manage a war on the other side of the ocean."
"This is some bullshit," Mon said annoyed.
"And that's the last word on this," Kara said seriously.
"If you can't handle it, hand over your armies to me," Mon said.
"So you can send them into a meat grinder? I don't think so," Kara scoffed. "I'd rather recruit human generals to lead my men than you."
"I won't be dictated to by human generals," Mon said arrogantly.
"It's the queen's decision," Mr. Brown interjected.
"The fuck did I just hear?" Mon asked sizing him up.
"I think you should go now. You've tired the queen enough," Mr. Brown rebuked.
Mon simply stared amazed by Mr. Brown's gall. Kara smiled amusedly and then walked off with him.
London
Mon and Brainiac 5 came together at a party for lords and high-ranking officers. "This Mr. Brown is nothing of a sort. He follows Kara around like a dog," Mon said derisively.
"He is a personal servant. That's his job," Brainiac 5 said dismissively.
"There are rumors," Mon pointed out.
"I don't take gossip into account," Brainiac 5.
"I'm concerned about the reputation of the monarchy," Mon said with false sincerity.
"Are you now?" Brainiac 5 asked unconvinced.
"I fear the influence he has on her. He's a hairy beast. She must stop this ridiculous favoritism or a situation will develop," Mon said.
"A situation?" Brainiac 5 asked condescendingly.
"If we don't fix this situation, you may find yourself in opposition in the next election. I can't overstate the seriousness of this," Mon said obnoxiously.
"The only thing I find serious is that you're jealous," Brainiac 5 smirked.
Midvale
Kara came back to her mansion estate with Mr. Brown in a jeep vehicle late at night. Kara had spent the last few days with Mr. Brown's brothers and sisters in the Maine wilderness. She came back slightly intoxicated from whiskey and was led back inside by Mr. Brown. Inside, Kara and Mr. Brown joined a ball inside the house where a few dozen locals were already having dance and music. Kara and Mr. Brown ended up drunk as fuck and for a moment, Kara forgot her troubles and had a good time.
The next day, Kara went to a river and began painting. Mr. Brown was at her side and then noticed something. "Something wrong?" Kara asked knowingly.
"I'll handle it, ma'am," he said and then went into action mode. Mr. Brown found three spies hired by Mon and beat the shit out of them. Kara smiled having sensed they were there the entire time. For a human, Mr. Brown was quite observant.
Even with these spies being beaten off, Mon had enough to talk mad shit about Mr. Brown and Kara through the newly instituted Daily Planet in Metropolis. In the Midvale mansion, Mr. Brown confronted Mon on the accusations of favoritism and elitism. "If you had anything to do about this, I'll have you sacked," Mr. Brown said to Mon.
"That decision rests with Her Majesty," Mon said amused.
"Don't think I can't persuade her," Mr. Brown threatened.
"No doubt Kara was amused by it. She's always had a healthy sense of humor," Mon smirked.
"This is a slur against her good name," Mr. Brown protested.
"The public has a right to know how violent, slutty, and completely crazy their queen is," Mon replied.
"Nobody has rights over me," Mr. Brown told him.
"So long as you're associated with her, you're going to be a target," Mon told him off.
"You'll regret saying that," Mr. Brown warned.
London, England
The English Parliament came together representing Great Britain, Ireland, Canada, Alaska, Metropolis, Boston, and recently liberated lands in Egypt, Iraq, Kuwait, Qatar, United Arab Emirates, Oman, and Yemen representing roughly 10% of global GDP. Kara's noticeable absence in the war, international, and domestic affairs were pissing leaders off who had signed onto the royal contract. Brainiac 5 was put on the defensive for most of this period and, finally, a bill came up to end the monarchy. The Parliament was structured to assign seats according to GDP figures for a total of 100 seats. These imperial representatives were of a different sort than the regional legislators of each individual region.
"By a vote of 46 to 54, the measure fails," the speaker announced. Immediately, members of Parliament started to bicker amongst themselves.
After the vote, Brainiac 5 had a meeting with his cabinet. "The tide is turning against the royalists. It's only a matter of time," Lord Gray told him.
"The queen is still quite popular. Her self-serving memoir is a best-seller," Brainiac 5 pointed out.
"That nation must see the visible influence of the sovereign during this time of war. Our soldiers are fighting and dying on the battlefield while she paints and rides horses on the other side of the pond," Lord Gray said pissed off.
"I have several ideas to rectify the situation," Brainiac 5 assured them.
Author's Notes: Kara's situation resembles Queen Victoria during her mourning period in which the monarchy became deeply unpopular and nearly abolished. It's more obnoxious here seeing as how there's a war going on and the monarchy is only a few months old. Mon's strategy is cruel but possibly effective as he antagonizes Kara to get her out of her funk. Even so, Mon also has a deep resentment against Kara for the way she handled the Jin-Saiyan invasion that killed his people.
Current Global Parliament: UK (33), Metropolis (20), Canada (20), Ireland (5), Boston (5), Egypt (4), UAE (4), Iraq (2), Qatar (2), Kuwait (1), Oman (1), Maine/New Hampshire/Rhode Island (3).