[ WP ] Most of the Milky Way galaxy is ruled by an interstellar empire , populated by hundreds of alien races . The species of the ruling monarch keeps changing ; once they die , the emperor is reborn as a member of one of the many races . You 're the first human-reincarnation of this ruler .

Emperor Kall awoke in his bed. Out of habit he attempted to roll onto his stomach but found his coordination nonexistent. *What is wrong with me? *, he thought to himself, as he twitched and flailed about, letting out the occasional grunt of frustration. *Oh right, * he remembered, *I had to do a transfer. * Almost on cue Jarkin awoke. The spherical floating robot glided over to his bedside. `` Good morning sire.'' it greeted him. `` How are you adjusting to your new body?'' 
 
 `` mhph, ker-guh'' Kall could only manage to spew out a few unintelligible syllables while attempting to focus on his personal assistant, his eyes seemingly having a mind of their own. 
 
 `` Do you require a motor skills injection?'' Jarkin inquired. 
 
 `` Phmph-uhh'' Kall managed to get out. 
 
 `` I believe that is a yes.'' The robot remarked, almost snidely. 
 
 A metal arm extended from Jarkin, tipped with a sharp needle, and was plunged into the back of Kall's neck. Kall could feel the fluid being injected, and after it was withdrawn he waited a few moments for it to take affect. 
 
 With a previously absent grace and athleticism Kall sprung from the bed, landing easily on his feet. He stretched, leaning back and spreading his arms out to the side as far as he could. `` Ooh.'' he moaned as he felt his joints pop. `` It's been awhile since I've had an endoskeleton.'' 
 
 `` 192 years, sire.'' Jarkin chimed in. 
 
 Kall walked over to where his previous body lay, thrown in a heap in a corner like usleless garbage. He nudged one of the large insectoid limbs with his foot. `` I'm not gon na lie, being a Skraaken was n't that bad. But it is nice to be a mammal again.'' He looked down at himself. `` And to only have to worry about two feet. What am I by the way?'' He walked over to a mirror that was against one wall. `` Oh, a human, that's interesting. Did n't they just become part of the empire?'' 
 
 `` Yes sire,'' Jarkin responded. `` Humans were officially inducted into the empire 1.4 years ago and are the newest addition.'' 
 
 `` So Jarkin,'' Kall started, as he continued to examine himself in the mirror. `` What can you tell me about this body?'' 
 
 Jarkin was quiet for a moment as it brought up it's files. `` You are a human, sometimes referred to as homo-sapien. You are an omnivorous mammal. This body was speed grown to an approximate age of 23 years, and is 6 foot 1 inches tall and weighs around 193 pounds. And, per your request two transfers ago, you are male.'' 
 
 Kall glanced over at a large colorful painting on the wall. `` I can see three primary colors?'' 
 
 `` Yes sire.'' Jarkin confirmed. `` Red, yellow, and blue.'' 
 
 `` How long can I expect this body to last?'' 
 
 `` The oldest known human lived to be 122 years, but most, in a healthy environment, only live to their 70's or 80's.'' 
 
 Kall turned to look at Jarkin. `` You're telling me, I only have 50 to 60 years in this body?'' 
 
 `` Yes sire, but keep in mind that humans are in the seventy-third percentile for mortality, while skraaken are in the ninety-ninth.'' 
 
 Kall shrugged. `` I guess you're right, I just got spoiled by skraaken longevity.'' He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment. `` How long did my father live?'' 
 
 `` Nine hundred and seventy-two years, he experienced 14 transfers.'' 
 
 `` What about my grandfather?'' 
 
 `` Eight hundred and thirty six years, he experienced 13 transfers.'' 
 
 `` And what about me?'' Kall asked, with just the beginning of a smile. 
 
 `` So far you have lived one thousand four hundred and ninety-two years and have experienced 19 transfers.'' 
 
 `` Not bad huh.'' Kall said as he turned around. `` And after my last transfer you said I had what, 3 or 4 more left in me.'' 
 
 Jarkin was quiet for a moment. `` Sire, while you are correct about my previous estimate, during this latest transfer there were some... complications.'' 
 
 The grin slid from Kall's face, being replaced by a grim mask. `` What do you mean by, complications?'' 
 
 `` Well sire,'' Jarkin began. `` as you know your previous life was exceptionally long, even by Skraaken standards, this caused your consciousness to... stagnate.'' 
 
 `` Stagnate?'' 
 
 `` Yes sire. This made it a much more laborious process to remove it and complete it. On top of that most of your previous transfers were between species that were very similar and shared numerous attributes, this made the transition smoother and easier on your consciousness. However, humans and skraaken have virtually no similarities making the transition much rougher, as seen in your difficulty getting out of bed.'' 
 
 Kall nodded somberly. `` So you're saying, this is my last life.'' 
 
 `` Yes sire.'' Jarkin agreed. `` If we were to attempt another transfer, I estimate a 75 % chance of a transfer tear occurring. The outcome of whi-'' 
 
 `` Best case I'm insane, worst case I'm a vegetable.'' Kall interrupted him. 
 
 `` Unfortunately, you are correct sire.'' 
 
 Kall turned back to the mirror. `` So what do we do now?'' 
 
 `` Our priority should be to appoint an Empress and establish an heir.'' Jarkin started to leave. `` I will contact the earth embassy and have them send over suitable candidates.'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 Jarkin halted mid-air and rotated back. `` What, sire?'' 
 
 Kall turned to him. `` If I'm going to marry and start a family, I want it to be with the right person. Not just an appropriate candidate, but someone I care for, someone I love.'' 
 
 `` Sire,'' Jarkin started. `` I understand your desire, but it is simply impractical.'' 
 
 `` Has my new appearance been made public?'' Kall asked, ignoring Jarkin's previous statement. 
 
 `` Not yet sire.'' Jarkin stated having served The Emperor long enough to know that the argument had already been lost. 
 
 `` Good.'' Kall said with a smile. `` Then let's go to earth.'' 
 
 Kall strided across the room to the door. 
 
 `` Sire!'' 
 
 `` What?'' Kall sighed. 
 
 `` Humans tend to wear clothes.'' 
 
 Kall looked down at his naked form and then back up, attempting to maintain a regal disposition. `` Very well, bring me something to wear.'' 
 
 `` Of course, Sire.'' Jarkin responded, almost snidely.
