Several light years away, a small band of deposed galactic rulers sat miserably in the middle of a field.
‘Well,’ said Penelope. ‘That wasn’t as bad as it could have been.’
‘Yes,’ agreed Armoro, ‘we are indeed fortunate. Imprisoned we may be, but our will shall not be broken. You shall rise again, oh great triumvirate, masters of all eternity, lords of the cosmos.’
Stefan raised an eyebrow.
‘Well,’ said Penelope again, stretching her arms out and eyeing the Captain piercingly, ‘we can only hope for the Galaxy’s sake that we do.’ She huffed in frustration and reached behind her head. She grabbed one of the invisible berries and plucked it from the bush, popping it into her mouth as she gazed longingly into the sky above.
Many trillions of miles away, a crew boarded their newly upgraded ship, ready to start their first mission. The insignia on their uniforms stated proudly: GEALLA WARDEIN.
And they never did find out what the Captain’s first name was.