[ 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 .

Twenty four years ago I was born. Well, technically 24 years, 364 days ago according to earth time. Tomorrow was my birthday; a rather important one. At 25 years of age I became an adult in the eyes of the Consortium. At 25 years old I could make my own decisions as Monarch and not have 296 other sentient species breathing down my neck telling me how to run the galaxy. 
 
 “ Chaak. Come in here please ” I called from my meditation mat facing the large window. 
 
 “ Yes Monarch? ” He asked poking his almost translucent pink head in the double doors to my quarters. 
 
 “ Could you bring me my sweater from the closet. The grey V-neck one please. ” I replied without turning around so much as opening my eyes. 
 
 “ Of course, Monarch ” He said sliding into the room. 
 
 Chaak had been my overseer and servant of sorts since I was born. Or RE-born, if you will. When the previous Monarch passes into the Void, A new Monarch is reincarnated. For thousands of generations this has been the case. It was n't until earth year 2085 that humans joined the Galaxy and had a member placed into the Consortium. The moment I was born, I was removed from my mother and father and taken to the exact center of the galaxy, The Hub. There I was raised by both Chaak and the Consortium to guide my and the direction of the Galaxy as a whole until i was old enough to make those decisions myself. 
 
 Chaak slithered over to me holding my sweater. “ Here you are, Monarch ” 
 
 “ Thank you Chaak. And please stop calling me Monarch. That is my title. not my name. You are more than a servant to me. You are a friend. ” I replied speaking quicker so he could not interrupt. 
 
 Thank you Mon- “ he caught himself half way. “ Sir ” he finished. 
 
 I sighed exasperatedly and finally opened my eyes and stood up. I could now see what I could not from the floor of my room. The blazing center of the galaxy. The True Star. Darkness surrounded the edges of the burning orb. From this one place, this one tiny and insignificant spot in the Milky Way galaxy, I ( with help and advice from 296 others ) made decisions that effected more than 400 species. Only the sentient ones made up members of the Consortium; one from each species, but we as a whole made decisions for entire solar systems. 
 
 “ When is my meeting with the Chancellor of the sector 4F solar alliance today ”? I asked Chaak as I pulled the sweater over my head. 
 
 “ It is in 45 minutes, Sir. ” he replied tripping over the address. “ Shall I start the cleaning chamber for you ”? 
 
 “ Please, if you don ’ t mind. And set out my best Earth clothing. I would like to seem more approachable. ” 
 
 “ Of course. Just remember not everyone is a lover of the human species. And as the first human Monarch you must not … ” 
 “ Do not tell me what must and must not do, Chaak. I am the Monarch and I will not be bullied and made to bow to a mere Chancellor simply because he is xenophobic. ” I interrupted a little too harshly. “ I ’ m sorry I did n't meant to shout. ” 
 
 “ Do not apologize, Monarch. You are the Supreme Ruler of the Galaxy. What you say goes. Just remember not all of the 296 members of the Consortium have yours or the Galaxy ’ s best interests at heart. There is always a snake in the grass, as your Earth proverb says ”
