Presents: The Dancer Prince
The Story That Started It All
The Dancer Prince
Princess Catherine Defont walked out of her motorcade as she stared at the flashing lights of the police shuttles in front and behind her limo. Catherine nodded to her body guards as they walked up the steps of the primary government building of the Cardassian Monarchy. The primary government building was a building with much history behind it. The former headquarters of the Obsidian Order for the Cardassian Empire, this building had been the originator of many intelligence operations against enemies of the Cardassian Empire. Between the wars, which had permanently weakened the Cardassian Empire and eventually destroyed it, this building had been one of the few testaments of an Empire's greatness that had withstood long enough for the Segans to get here. Much of this building had been renovated to become the provincial government's headquarter, and now it was working double time as the headquarter of the Cardassian Monarchy. Catherine glanced at the arched points at the top of the building as she finished climbing the steps, her motorcade began to speed away as she entered the building.
Inside the Cardassian Monarchy's Headquarter, Catherine was welcomed to the sounds of a working Monarchy. She was proud at what Maitre Wolf had accomplished since he had arrived and accepted to take the position of Prime Minister. The government's efficiency levels were up three-folds, and the enthusiasm at regaining control of the Segan Monarchy someday was at its peak. There were reports that within the Intergalactic Alliance of Powers, support for the Segan Monarchy was waning, and that allies had been enlisted into the Legionnaires. With the training of the first two squadrons of legionnaires, the Cardassian Monarchy had at its core approximately 1000 super-elite troops that could accomplish the impossible, these amounted to 100 active Legionnaire groups. They were disciplined, and aware and capable of performing almost all forms of known martial arts. They were excellent at the art of stealth, and they knew all there was to know about guns... They were the James Bonds and Batmen of their day armed with the best technology had to offer.
As she walked further into the building, the security guards tightened to attention as she walked by. She could feel many eyes watching her as she headed towards the turbolifts that were straight ahead. She entered the first one that freed up when called upon, and she entered it, asking for the third floor. The Princess' office was at the top of the building, on the other side of Maitre Wolf's to be exact. She often left the door to her office open so she could wave to the charismatic man whenever he came out of his. She remembered how peculiar Maitre Wolf glanced at her each time she did it, but he soon got used to it. It was innocent admiration, in a sense, she thought... someone who had been so close to three leaders of the Segan Monarchy had to be someone worthy of much more admiration than that of a silly Princess trying to keep the ideals of a family alive through a make-shift Monarchy. She hoped that this work would succeed, however, and she sighed stating so under her breath. The turbolift grinded to a stop, followed by a hiss of the turbolifts that parted to allow her to leave it. She stepped out, seeing Maitre Wolf running from one office and back to his. How peculiar, she thought as she headed towards Maitre Wolf's office, knocking politely on his door.
"Come! Make it quick though!" Maitre Wolf's voice bellowed from inside
"Prime Minister?" Catherine walked in, staring at the Maitre intently, "Don't you know we have rules about running inside this building?"
"I apologize, your Majesty," Maitre Wolf tapped the screen on, "But after watching that S.P.N.N. report, I'm surprised no one's challenging this damn decision by Vladimir"
She rarely watched S.P.N.N., but she had never gotten the heart to tell the Prime Minister about that, and as she stared at the screen she quickly realized why he was angry, "As our loyal S.P.N.N. audience probably knows, we have been ordered by the government as part of the martial law order to stop transmission and allow the government to take over supervision of our content. S.P.N.N. has been ordered by the courts to comply to this order and we will thus be experiencing a minimum one day information blackout until the government confirms that our transmissions are legal under the martial law order. We apologize for any inconvenience this may bring to our viewers, but we feel it is better to transmit something than nothing at all. This is Francesca Derv, signing off."
"Now," Maitre Wolf muttered, "Aside from our legionnaires we have no way of getting any credible information out of the Segan Monarchy, and we don't nearly have enough legionnaires to make sure everything is true, damn it!"
"This martial law business will also make it much more difficult for our legionnaire teams to get together," Catherine realized, "They placed a curfew in order if I heard right, Prime Minister?"
"Indeed," Maitre Wolf muttered, "Vladimir's blaming it on us for it too... In any case the martial law order's taken me by surprise, I'm not quite sure what our next move should be."
"There's got to be something we can do," Catherine sat in one of the chairs available inside the Prime Minister's functional office, she thought a moment trying to see if history could bring them any hints, "Any news from the Supreme Militants' Union or the S.W.D. Bastion?"
"The Bastion will reach its destination in approximately two days, they'll begin their search as soon as they arrive. The Union supposedly is in place and has begun to search, but no news from them either... it could be a while," Wolf's voice sounded annoyed, "I wish there was something we could do to challenge Vladimir's hold."
"What are our Legionnaires trained to do?" Catherine thought for a moment, thinking she may have an answer to Maitre Wolf's question. She hoped Maitre Wolf's answer was the one she was looking for.
"Well, they're designed to do everything in stealth, whether that be combat operations, search operations, intelligence operations, sabotage, and many more things, why do you ask?" Maitre Wolf glanced over to Catherine," Have an idea?"
"Sabotage! Of course!" Catherine Defont stood up from her chair, and began pacing around the Prime Minister's office, "If we send our legionnaires to accomplish sabotage missions, it theoretically will give the Segan populous the momentum it needs to realize Vladimir Rosbourg is slowly taking away their rights away. If we were to...sabotage say... *ALL* the SPNN stations in the Segan Monarchy, and then some... we may just be able to send a weak subspace signal telling the truth about the man."
"Hmmm, you're talking about an operation which is much larger than what the Legionnaires could do... We only have 1000 of them, about one hundred teams... they have thousands of reception stations..." Maitre Wolf glanced over," But, we're overlooking something... The Supreme Militants' Union isn't the only one who isn't exactly happy to see Vladimir Rosbourg fully secured on the throne."
Catherine snapped her fingers, "The Federation!"
"Exactly," Maitre Wolf glanced over, "With your permission, your Majesty, I'll get in contact with Ambassador Wolf on Starbase Tranquility, she's our new head of Military Diplomacy, she probably will understand what we're after."
"Permission granted," Catherine smiled and walked towards the door of the office, "I'll inform the Legionnaires of their first mission, if I'm needed to go to Starbase Tranquility inform the Ambassador I am an available option."
"Understood, Your Majesty," Maitre Wolf smiled, "Have a good day."
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