Shortly after the shooting, Mon held a meeting with Brainiac 5 and Gen. Branigan. "I understand you made a deal with the people of North Carolina?" Mon asked Gen. Branigan accusingly.

"Yes, Sir, I did. I allowed their state government to remain in power and their property rights respected in return for their surrender," Gen. Branigan admitted.

"And yet, you didn't receive authorization from the queen on this matter," Mon stared him down.

"Well, you see, Sir, I needed to get to Virginia as quickly as possible, and...," Gen. Branigan said shakily.

Mon silenced him. "You're a good soldier but leave the politics to us. You're dismissed."

Gen. Branigan sheepishly exited the room leaving Mon and Brainiac 5 alone. "I want a purge of all conspirators involved in the assassination plot. If I don't get names, I'm going to start purging randomly," Mon said to Brainiac 5.

"I'll have your names soon enough," Brainiac 5 assured him.

"I want a bounty on the heads of all confederate leaders. I want them all dead within the week," Mon ordered.

"As you wish," Brainiac 5 replied. "However, I should remind you that it was always Kara's plan to be lenient with the conquered territories."

"Which is why the war dragged on four months rather than four days," Mon mocked.

"The South will be divided according to their GDP output in the following manner: Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina, and South Carolina will become District 1. Florida and Georgia will be District 2. Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Southeast Texas will be District 3," Brainiac 5 informed him.

Mon glanced at the map unimpressed. "I have proposed a ten-percent plan whereby we have legitimate ownership of these districts when ten percent of the population has enlisted into the system," Brainiac 5 continued.

"I have a better plan. We own these lands...now," Mon replied.

"Congress is proposing a bill that would require a majority of Southerners to enlist into the system. The support for this bill is overwhelming. It will override your veto. We must negotiate on this," Brainiac 5 advised.

"I'm not inclined to have any of my vetoes overridden. I will rule this world as an absolute ruler. It is the Insane way. I know of no other way," Mon said.

"The Congress will impeach you," Brainiac 5 warned.

"Like I give a damn," Mon scoffed.

"Kara made this world her hobby, her sandbox, so to speak. It would dishonor her if you conquered this world in the old ways. Additionally, do you not want to teach your children how to conquer a world in the Insane way?" Brainiac 5 asked him.

"I know you're playing me, but you're right. I do want my son to know how to conquer a world. As of yet, he is far too young to understand. However, there will be plenty of worlds to conquer after this one. Or I can conquer this world, give them freedom, and then conquer them again with my son at my side," Mon considered.

"It does seem like a waste of effort to conquer them only to release them," Brainiac 5 said.

"I've never been really good at ruling. I was never given the chance to be an Insane king," Mon sighed. "I prefer battle, even battle with these ants. There is battle to be had in Mexico and in Paraguay. I wish to be there rather than here."

"And you can," Brainiac 5 pressed.

"I have an Insane reputation to keep, Barney. I can't simply allow you to do whatever you want with this planet. I will toy with this planet until my son is old enough to give it the killing blow," Mon decided.

"A grand review of the army for your inspection in Metropolis, perhaps?" Brainiac 5 suggested.

"Sure," Mon said without enthusiasm.

"The Congress will not be in session until next month," Brainiac 5 reminded him.

"So, I can do whatever I want until then," Mon smirked.

At Brainiac 5's urging, Mon gave a general amnesty to Southern citizens for daring to defend their own land. The last resistance surrendered in Texas upon learning Mon would personally intervene if they didn't. Gen. Branigan marched the army around Metropolis for Mon's inspection as planned. Soon thereafter, Mon summoned Gen. Branigan to the palace for an important task.

"There is to be a military tribunal for the assassination conspirators. Choose nine loyal officers to be judges. There shall be no presumption of innocence, no burden of proof, no jury of their peers, and no appeals. Make sure they're all guilty," Mon ordered with Brainiac 5 at his side.

"Too easy, Sir," Gen. Branigan smiled.

"Your opponent will be one of my best and brightest," Brainiac 5 informed him.

"Well...shit," Gen. Branigan said anxiously.

A talented lawyer, Freddie Mercury, came into Brainiac 5's office fashionably late. He held the rank of captain (O-3), a relatively high rank for a human within the system. A rank he was on the verge of losing if he continued to be late to work.

"You're late," Brainiac 5 noted.

"I'm sorry. I was just caught up in this news article about the conspirators," Freddie excused.

"Good, you will be taking up one of the cases. You'll be defending John Stewart," Brainiac 5 ordered.

"Defend one of the assassins?" Freddie asked incredulously.

"Alleged assassins, counselor," Brainiac 5 rebuked.

"Prince Mon-El said it, himself. He's guilty," Freddie protested.

"I know this may be hard for you to understand but everyone is entitled to a defense. There are no private attorneys anymore. All attorneys for the defense are under my command so you will defend him," Brainiac 5 ordered.

"Well...shit." Freddie sighed.

At the military tribunal, several conspirators were brought forth to give their pleas. Gen. Branigan led the proceedings with his officer judges on either side of him. Freddie Mercury was at the defense table looking quite nervous. All conspirators were to be tried simultaneously with white bags over their heads with eyeholes during the proceedings. "John Stewart, you are all charged with aiding rebellion against the Crown in a traitorous and murderous conspiracy to kill Queen Kara, first of her name," Gen Branigan began.

"Yep," John said smiling.

"And your lawyer is present?" Gen. Branigan assumed.

"Yes, I am his lawyer, Freddie Mercury. I'll be representing him in court today," Freddie replied.

"Now, from what I can see, there's strong evidence supporting the assassination conspiracy. You were seen in the theater holding a pistol. There's even video and pictures of you," Gen. Branigan said.

"Yep," John smiled insanely.

"I object! My client has done nothing wrong," Freddie shouted.

"He murdered the Queen of England," Gen. Branigan pointed out.

"He's clinically insane. He's crazy," Freddie pointed out.

John laughed hysterically as his lawyer tried to defend him. "Mr. Stewart, this is no laughing matter," Gen. Branigan scolded.

"I told you, he's insane. His wife miscarried...," Freddie continued.

"Mr. Stewart, what do you have to say for yourself?" Gen. Branigan asked directly.

"Guilty," John replied still laughing.

"Your honor, my client would like to plead insanity," Freddie said obviously.

"No," John disagreed.

"Mr. Stewart, you were conscious and aware of your actions?" Gen. Branigan asked.

"Yep," John nodded.

"John, what the fuck are you doing?" Freddie hissed at him.

"Gosh, I did it," John shrugged.

"Your Honor, can I have five minutes with my client?" Freddie requested.

"Sure, he isn't going anywhere though," Gen. Branigan allowed.

Freddie whispered so no one else would overhear. "John, listen to me, you're on thin ice right now. You're on thin ice, buddy. Shape up."

"But I did it," John said seriously.

"I know you did it. We all fucking know you did it, but I can get you off," Freddie assured him.

"I'm a murderer. I'm guilty," John pointed out.

"Look, I'm here to help you because I care about you," Freddie said with false sincerity.

"I'll fucking do it again," John promised.

"Do you want to hang?" Freddie asked bluntly.

"No," John shook his head.

"Do you want to go to a psychiatric ward?" Freddie asked.

"No," John confirmed.

"Say, you're not guilty. You didn't do it," Freddie lectured him.

"But I did," John said confused.

"I know you fucking did it but just say you didn't," Freddie said exasperatedly.

"Gosh," John mused.

"Look, you need to take this seriously. You just killed the Queen of England. We all know that, but I can get you out of this. I'm doing this because I care about you," Freddie told him.

"You good?" Gen. Branigan asked Freddie.

"Yes, Your Honor," Freddie said confidently.

"How does your client plead?" Gen. Branigan asked impatiently.

"Murder! I love murder! The demons told me to!" John shouted.

A flustered Freddie went back to his legal office. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't do it," he said to Brainiac 5.

"You'll do fine," Brainiac 5 said dismissively. "Experience matters for nothing when they're making up the rules as they go along."

"Sir, I can find a Southern asshole to defend him, but I can't...I won't do it," Freddie said adamantly.

"There's no court in this land that would fairly judge that man with a Southern counsel," Brainiac 5 said simply.

"Fuck'em. I won't betray my country. I won't betray my friends who died fighting for this country," Freddie insisted.

"This isn't about allegiance, I'm simply telling you to uphold your oath as an attorney and do your job," Brainiac 5 said, losing patience with him.

"Fuck me," Freddie sighed.

In the palace, Mon held a meeting with 15 governors across the world representing roughly 30% of the world's GDP. They included three from the recently defeated confederacy. While Mon had allies in Western Europe, they were yet to be incorporated into the British Empire which was becoming less-and-less British with each passing month. These governors were subordinate to the Crown, could be appointed or dismissed by the Crown for any reason, and were merely puppets for Brainiac 5's economic system. They included nine from North America, one from Africa, one from the Middle East, two from Europe, one from India, and one from Australia.

"The 13th amendment has passed in 8 territories. We require two more territories to ratify the amendment across the empire," Brainiac 5 explained to them.

"India still resists the system and is in a state of civil war. We must decline," the Indian governor replied.

"Africa remains a cluster-fuck. You've given me jurisdiction from South Africa to Ethiopia to Nigeria to Egypt and everything in between," the East African governor complained.

"Your jurisdiction's size is based on GDP output, not the geographical size or population," Brainiac 5 reminded him.

"We're not ready. We vote no," the African governor said flatly.

"Australia will vote yes," the Australian governor said loyally.

"Fuck this," the three former-confederate governors said together.

Everyone turned to the Middle East governor. "We still have religious and ethnic division here and...," he protested.

"Vote yes or I'll turn your territory's sand to glass," Mon threatened.

"We vote yes," he replied quickly.

"The ratification passes. The implementation will take place according to my design, and I will take into account your unique situations and problems," Brainiac 5 said.

"Let's be clear about this: The Crown is now me. With this amendment, I am free to hire and fire anyone however I please. You are my subjects now," Mon reminded them all.

A disgruntled Freddie entered the courtroom to face off against Gen. Branigan and his handpicked judges. John was also brought in and placed at Freddie's side. "Just, don't say anything stupid," Freddie told him.

"John Stewart, if you have anything to say before we begin, you may do so now," Gen. Branigan baited.

"Yes, this attorney, here, I'm wanting to fire him. This lawyer has made sexual advances on me. He's misrepresenting my case. He told me that if I wanted him to do a good job, I had to give him oral sex. He's got doctors at Metropolis General put a false diagnosis on me," John accused.

"What the fuck?" Freddie said under his breath.

"I've known Captain Mercury for some time, and I completely believe you, Sir," Gen. Branigan smirked.

"He hasn't given me discovery. He's not complying with discovery. I'm supposed to get the autopsy report, the coroner's report, pictures of the crime scene, criminal background check records, investigative summary," John listed off.

"Mr. Mercury, what discovery do you have?" Gen. Branigan asked.

"I've given him everything I have," Freddie said honestly.

"He's given you everything he has," Gen. Branigan concluded.

"This is a murder case and you're telling me the only thing he has is a four-page indictment?" John asked incredulously.

"Maybe he doesn't have it. I don't even know if I have it," Gen. Branigan shrugged.

"I've seen people tried for murder, they have all this shit," John protested. "I'm not going to work with this attorney."

"You have the right to an attorney, you don't have a right to a specific attorney," Gen. Branigan told him off.

"It's not going to happen," John refused.

"Well, you can either go to trial with this attorney or you can try the case, yourself. And if you do that, it's one hundred percent likely you'll be convicted and hung," Gen. Branigan told him. "I mean, you don't know shit about the justice system."

"I know I don't have to suck my attorney's dick to get some legal representation," John said argumentatively. "So, I hold myself in contempt if you make me work with this attorney."

"And I don't give a damn," Gen. Branigan replied.

"Fuck you, I hold myself in contempt, go fuck yourself," John swore.

"I hold you in contempt, Sir. If you open your mouth one more time, you'll be even more in contempt," Gen. Branigan warned.

"Maybe if I sucked your dick, I would get a fair trial here," John taunted.

"Only if you sucked the dick of every member of the jury," Gen. Branigan said playing along.

"I don't fuck men. I fuck boys," John corrected.

"As I suspected, you looked like a queer," Gen. Branigan said victoriously.

"Oh, so now you're calling me a queer in the courtroom?" John asked aghast.

"I didn't call you a queer, I said you looked like one," Gen. Branigan backtracked.

"This is a kangaroo court," John accused.

"No, we're not in Australia," Gen. Branigan shut him down. "Let me tell you how this is going to work."

Freddie sighed as Gen. Branigan, and John swore and insulted each other for the next several minutes until John was taken back to jail for the remainder of the trial.

That night, Freddie went to his legal office to meet with Brainiac 5. "I think he's guilty. How can I defend him," he said conflictedly.

"You assume he's guilty like the commission. You don't have any proof," Brainiac 5 said.

"I have eye-witnesses that say he shot the queen in her royal booth, he then admitted to the crime in front of an entire theater audience, there was a gun powder residue on his hands, witnesses have him stalking the theater days prior to the assassination, and he confessed to police once he was arrested," Freddie brought up.

"Where's the body?" Brainiac 5 questioned.

"I don't give a damn what happens to him," Freddie replied.

"If you can prove he's guilty, you can take yourself off the case," Brainiac 5 allowed.

"I feel...I just did," Freddie said confused.

"Not to my satisfaction. Dig deeper," Brainiac 5 ordered.

The American Congress, now composed of seven countries, contemplated a new amendment and overwhelmingly passed the 14th amendment. Mon and Brainiac 5 looked over the amendment word by word: All persons born or naturalized in the Dominion, and subject to the jurisdiction of the Crown, are citizens of the Dominion and of the Country wherein they reside. No Country shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the Dominion; nor shall any Country deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

Mon scoffed at the amendment. "I decide who is a citizen and who isn't, not by birth. This would allow some weird-ass alien to spawn an egg on this planet and then claim that egg is a citizen."

"We recommend striking 'born or' from the amendment," Brainiac 5 said to Speaker Coalfax. "No other country has birth-qualifying citizenship."

"We're just apprehensive that the Crown will make the naturalization process too burdensome and entire populations will be stateless," Speaker Coalfax replied.

Mon rolled his eyes and continued with the rest of the amendment. "What privileges and immunities are you referring to?"

"We felt it wise to be vague so courts can decide what that means," Speaker Coalfax admitted.

"God forbid you actually do your job and lay them out," Mon mocked. "Strike it."

"What do you mean by due process?" Brainiac 5 asked the speaker.

"We understand a man can be deprived life, liberty, and property if they have been properly tried and convicted in a court of law," Speaker Coalfax said awkwardly.

"Then, why not say that?" Mon asked suspiciously. "What does equal protection even mean?"

"Everyone should be treated...equally...under the law," Speaker Coalfax said delicately.

"This is dangerous language," Mon said disturbed.

"Indeed," Brainiac 5 agreed.

"This amendment is crap, the whole thing. Consider it vetoed," Mon told the speaker.

"It passed overwhelmingly. We will soon override your veto," Speaker Coalfax reminded him.

"I don't give a damn. Perhaps you and your party should consider the consequences of pissing me off," Mon said dismissing him away. The American Congress also established a bureau to provide emergency relief to poor people that refused to enter Brainiac 5's system. Believing this undermined Brainiac 5's system, Mon vetoed it. Congress overrode his veto anyway. In response, Mon threatened and inconvenienced the bureau however he could. In response to that, Congress refused to seat legislators from the Southern countries. Congress also established committees to investigate and talk shit about Southern practices.

Freddie struggled to defend John at trial. This time, John had a gag in his mouth and was placed in a straitjacket. The state's witness was a gun clerk who had sold the gun to John Stewart for the assassination. "Is it possible that this John Stewart is a different John Stewart from that of my client," Freddie asked him.

"I saw your client come into my store, I sold him the weapon, and the serial number of the weapon I sold to him matches the murder weapon," the gun clerk said flatly.

"I have come to understand my client's eyesight is poor. I have a signed doctor's note stating this. It was also dark in that theater. If that's the case, how could my client have shot the queen with such accuracy with the weapon you sold him?" Freddie questioned.

"You could be totally blind and shoot a target one foot away from you with that pistol," the gun clerk replied.

"Is it possible my client mistook the queen for someone else he meant to kill?" Freddie asked.

"The queen is the only person on the planet with naturally blond hair and white skin. I'm not sure who he could have confused her with," the gun clerk answered.

"A simple yes or no. Is it possible?" Freddie pressed.

"No," the gun clerk said obviously.

"Damn," Freddie sighed.

After the trial had adjourned, Freddie went to Gen. Branigan to complain. "My client is unwell," Freddie began.

"Yeah, no shit," Gen. Branigan smirked.

"He's been in solitary confinement for over a month. He hasn't eaten in a week," Freddie pointed out.

"I knew I forgot something," Gen. Branigan realized.

"He also needs some fresh air, or I don't think he'll be fit for trial," Freddie pleaded.

"I can't accommodate every whim," Gen. Branigan refused.

"I'm merely asking that he not be treated like a savage," Freddie insisted.

"You accuse me of savagery? I appreciate the compliment but..," Gen. Branigan said pleased.

"John Stewart is in serious decline. If this treatment continues, he won't be of sound mind," Freddie brought up.

"I think the ship has sailed on that long ago," Gen. Branigan said dismissively.

"I would think that would be something the government would want to avoid," Freddie assumed naively.

"And that's where you're wrong, kiddo," Gen. Branigan denied.

At the palace, Mon was informed the 14th amendment had passed overriding his veto. "Those mother-fuckers," Mon said annoyed. "The audacity to defy their ruler. I say we get rid of these legislatures completely and allow me to rule by fiat in the Insane way."

"It was Kara's wish that the humans be able to resist her to give a semblance of independence," Brainiac 5 reminded him.

"The game has changed. Kara is gone," Mon told him.

"If you continue to resist the will of this American Congress, we could lose the continent," Brainiac 5 warned.

"Or, or, or...it results in a war that wipes everything from here to that big river clean," Mon replied.

"The amendment is flawed. Once the courts interpret it, however they wish, the people will see the errors of their ways," Brainiac 5 predicted.

"It better happen soon," Mon said impatiently.

The Southern states held their first elections under the royal rule and overwhelmingly voted republican. The American Congress, now made up of seven nations, was now 77-23% in favor of the republicans and was now capable of overriding all of Mon's vetoes at will.

"This is some bullshit," Mon said of the news. "We kick their asses and this how they repay us...with disloyalty."

Freddie tried a different approach at the trial enlisting expert witnesses to the trial. "The queen was a Kryptonian, was she not?" he asked one of her former aides.

"Yeah," Cuttingham replied.

"What happens when a Kryptonian is powered by a yellow sun?" Freddie asked.

"They get powers and shit," he replied.

"And one of those powers is invulnerability, invulnerability to bullets," Freddie pressed.

"I suppose," Cuttingham shrugged.

"So, it's not possible my client's bullet could have actually harmed and killed the queen," Freddie said obviously.

"I wouldn't say that," Cuttingham objected.

"Wait...what?" Freddie wondered.

"I've overheard the royal family say on many occasions that they're not always at full power at all times. They theorized that a bullet, at close range, while they're resting, could kill them. That's why they were so paranoid as fuck about their security," Cuttingham lied.

"That's the exact opposite you told me yesterday," Freddie said annoyed.

"Yeah, well, what I told you then was a lie, but under oath, I'm saying the truth," Cuttingham lied.

"You're supposed to be my witness, you piece of shit!" Freddie said enraged wanting to strangle his own witness.

"I think we've heard enough," Gen. Branigan smiled victoriously.

The American Congress was on a roll as it passed measures to give itself command of the American army to "reconstruct" the Southern countries however it saw fit. Not only did the Congress have a super-majority of republicans opposed to the Crown but also a super-majority of Northerns as well. The American Congress also appointed its own continental governor, Edward Stanley. In all of these acts, Congress overrode all of Mon's vetoes even in trivial matters such as whether to make Nebraska a new country. Immediately, Mon fired Edward Stanley as illegitimate and then proceeded to take the 13th amendment's language to the extreme by firing all members of Congress. In response, Congress impeached him.

"Impeached me? What does that even mean?" Mon scoffed.

"It triggers all the legislatures of our Dominion to vote on the matter. Should a super-majority of the legislatures in our Dominion vote to impeach you, it supposedly means you will be forced out of office," Brainiac 5 said.

"Let them try," Mon rolled his eyes.

"Your favorable ratings are rather poor on this planet. Comparing yourself to Jesus Christ and calling your political enemies traitors across the country did not help," Brainiac 5 said.

"That's the thrill. Soon, we will have a true global civil war on our hands," Mon said ambitiously.

"They will try to destroy you with nuclear stockpiles," Brainiac 5 warned.

"All the better," Mon smiled.

To prevent a global apocalypse, Brainiac 5 did what he could to keep the other Dominion nations to impeach Mon. However, Mon was greatly despised across the planet. The seven nations in America overwhelmingly voted to impeach Mon. The Indian legislature, still smarting from Mon leading French troops around Indian cities, also voted in favor of impeachment. The Middle East legislature, offended that Mon had threatened them previously with the 13th amendment, also voted for impeachment. The remaining nations struggled with the vote as one more would force Mon out of office. None of these five wanted to be one to be the final vote but their constituents were also protesting in the streets.

At the trial, Freddie put on the witness stand every coroner he could find in the nation. They all answered in the negative that they had never prepared the queen's body or buried her. The royal funeral had been postponed several times by Mon greatly infuriating the Dominion. "Where's the body?" Freddie asked rhetorically.

"A body is not required to prove murder. We have all the circumstantial evidence we need," Gen. Branigan insisted.

"What if she didn't actually die?" Freddie suggested.

"Then, where the fuck is she?" Gen. Branigan scoffed.

"That's your fucking job. Find me the body or the state has not proven its case," Freddie declared.

The military judges then deliberated on the matter with a hung jury of 5-4 in favor of acquittal.

Gen Branigan entered the palace and reported the hung jury situation to Mon. "What the fuck? No, he must be punished to the full extent. I want him buried and forgotten," Mon said pissed off.

"The majority refuse to convict without a body," Gen. Branigan said flatly.

"Have you made my sentiments known to the commission?" Mon glared.

"Their minds are made," Gen. Branigan shrugged.

"Change the charge of attempted murder. The punishment is the same," Mon ordered.

"Well, okay then," Gen. Branigan smiled.

The military tribunal agreed unanimously to the charge of attempted murder and sentenced John Stewart to death by hanging. A distraught Freddie came into the legal office unsure of what to do. "Is there anything that can be done?"

"Petition Prince Mon-El for a stay of execution, but he won't do that. Apply for a writ of habeas corpus which Prince Mon-El will also revoke, or the real shooter shows himself which won't happen," Brainiac 5 said.

"So, we're fucked," Freddie realized.

"You did above and beyond. In a few years, you'll make major. I recommend you take a vacation, St. Alexandra, perhaps," Brainiac 5 suggested.

"Sure, fuck it," Freddie figured and then left.

London

The British Parliament gathered to discuss the situation with Mon's impeachment. With Kara dead, Mon's removal would create a constitutional crisis. "Who would be our king if Mon is impeached out of office?" Brainiac 5, acting as the British PM, asked rhetorically.

"Do we even need a king or queen?" some members of parliament wondered out loud.

"The British reputation is at stake. If Prince Mon-El is removed from office, your empire will soon crumble," Brainiac 5 argued.

"We signed up for Queen Kara, not her Insane consort," an MP said.

"Here, here," Parliament agreed.

"Queen Kara has a son...and a daughter," Brainiac 5 revealed.

Parliament was silent for the first time in memory and then exploded. Brainiac 5 activated a video screen showing Kon and Mara appearing to be two years old working on elementary school-level math and reading. While they both had black hair, Kara's look was definitely seen in both of them. "Behold, Prince Kon-El and Princess Mara-El," Brainiac 5 introduced.

"How long until they reach maturity?" one MP asked.

"At this rate, a few years. Suffer the rule of Prince Mon for a few years and then impeach him. By then, his son and daughter will be powerful enough to kill him," Brainiac 5 urged.

With this revelation, English, British, Canadian, East African, and Australian legislatures voted to spare Mon from removal in close votes. Prince Mon-El had survived removal from office by one vote of one legislature.

Metropolis

John Stewart was brought to the gallows insulting the queen in every way he could greatly horrifying the crowd. "The queen was a bitch-ass cracker. Big ass white cracker," he said to the crowd.

The crowd appropriately booed him. "I'll murder you. I'll murder your whole family. I'll cut your children into pieces. I'll know their brains out with a fucking hammer and feed them to you," he said to them.

John was brought over to where he was to be hung. "I am not supposed to be here. I was framed. My lawyer asked me to eat his ass for a bag of coffee. He's probably a pedophile."

The executioner got the rope ready for John. "You going to put that around my dick? It's way too small," he said to the executioner.

"It's for your neck," the executioner clarified.

"I'm going to jack all over you," John promised.

"Oh, really, do it now," the executor challenged.

"Take off these cuffs and I'll do it," John told him.

"You can still do it with cuffs on," the executioner assured him and then put a bag over his head. John continued to be obnoxious, attempting to jack off while about to be hung.

With a large army present and an even bigger crowd of civilians, the queen's assassin was finally hung to death.

St. Alexandria

Freddie casually walked up to a blond woman sunbathing on a beach away from anyone else. He was wearing sunglasses, a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. "Your Majesty, Queen Kara, I presume," he said smugly.

Kara squinted as she saw him. "Who are you?" she asked, not expecting visitors on her uninhabited island.

"I'm your assassin's state-appointed lawyer, Captain Freddie Mercury," he introduced himself.

"Oh, well, did your client get off?" Kara wondered.

"No, he hanged," Freddie told her.

"How about that," Kara mused.

"So, what are you doing here?" Freddie asked boldly.

"Enjoying death. You want to join me?" Kara asked.

"The world is going to shit. We need you back," Freddie said urgently.

Kara got up to face him wearing a blue bikini. "How bad could Mon have fucked it up?" she asked.

"It's...really bad," Freddie grimaced.

Kara rolled her eyes at that. "I guess I'll end my four-month vacation short," she said disappointedly.

"Your Majesty, if I may, how was it possible for the assassin to shoot through your skull? I thought you were invincible," Freddie said confused.

"I am invincible, but I can lower my power level to the point where I am as weak as a human," Kara told him.

"So, you wanted that assassin to kill you? Surely, you heard his footsteps, when he opened the door to your booth, the cock of his pistol, and you still didn't stop him or bring up your defenses," Freddie realized.

Kara gave him a haunted look. "Even someone like me doesn't have everything. Keep all this to yourself and enjoy your leave, captain." Freddie then saw Kara walk along the beach alone.

Author's Notes: This chapter is loosely based on "Conspirators" (2010) and the presidency of Andrew Johnson. For clarity's sake, Mon and B5 were aware Kara was alive the entire time.