THE DANCER PRINCE
The Dancer Prince
Written by Ambassador Yrishna Wolf
Additional Writing Credits
to Loutlei Beloekai
Purples, blacks, and whites, those were the colors that made up the Chinon
Epsilon nebula. Considered a class V nebula, the nebula stretched over a
territory of hundreds of square kilometers. The nebula was made up of
gases, and other particles which had combined to make the nebula so
impressive, and so beautiful. According to the scientists which
continually observed the nebula before the Styx War, the nebula was
growing at a rate of 1 square kilometer per solar year. It was an
impressive nebula indeed, but while the scientists toiled with it,
military experts also were keen on taking a look at the nebula. The class
V nebula allowed for sensors to not penetrate within, yet the nebula
wasn't dense enough to cause difficulties for power sources and hulls.
What this meant was that within the nebula could potentially be placed a
massive military emplacement. The Chinon Epsilon nebula had been
considered for several high-profile military projects all of which had
fallen apart for one reason or another. The last of the Chinon Epsilon
starship yard plans collapsed due to the Styx War. An interesting history
for this nebula indeed, as now, it was a highly strategic chokepoint that
led straight to the Chinon star system.
Many many many kilometers away, Maitre Wolf's battleship dodged phaser
fire from three Segan Popular Unionist destroyers. Smoke filled the bridge
as the ship entered the transgalactic rift, on a heading for the United
Federation of Planets. The battleship's shields were at 75% and they were
still several light years away from the nearest friendly outpost. The
United Federation of Planets' territory would be the first to produce any
starbase, and the moment the battleship came out of the rift, it headed at
its best speeds towards Deep Space Delta Three. The bridge shook as the
SPU's destroyers hit the ship again and again. Aft shields wouldn't be
able to hold out much longer, even as a fresh volley of tri-quantum
torpedoes were fired from the battleship. At Deep Space Delta Three, the
strategic operations officer and the tactical operations officer conferred
at what they were seeing deep in long range sensors. Four ships had
suddenly appeared and were heading straight for Deep Space Delta Three.
The ships were quickly identified to be Segan, but it was uncertain if
this was another combat. Then, a hail came through. Admiral Loutlei
Beloekai, who had been watching the situation from his office stepped out,
ordering the message on speakers.
"(static) This is.... Alicia....Under... (static)... Need
Assistance," Maitre Wolf's voice sounded, as the Tactical Officer
attempted to stabilize the communication.
Loutlei tapped his console, "Repeat? What is your location?
"Bearing 224...mark...3. SPU destroyers on our tail... Send
assistance! Repeat send assistance!" Maitre Wolf wasn't worried about
the details, he just wanted the point out.
Loutlei tapped his console once, looking over the strategic operation's
officer's, "Two heavy cruisers inbound, ETA 7 minutes, 3 more, ETA 12
minutes, can you last that?"
"(static) We'll see what we can do!" Maitre Wolf shouted as an
explosion shook through the bridge.
Loutlei searched the Starfleet logs, attempting to find more information,
"There is a Defiant class battleship 2 minutes away, but they are not
responding, we'll transfer your message!"
"Affirmative, (static) we'll do what we can do out..." Maitre
Wolf glanced over his tactical Officer... the transmission had been cut.
Loutlei's work wasn't completed as he attempted to contact the USS LaForge,
"U.S.S. LaForge, Respond!"
"U.S.S LaForge, Captain T'Savak here. What can we do for you, Deep
Space Delta Three?" The Vulcan's voice sounded through the intercom.
"This is Deep Space Delta Three calling Defiant-class battleship
U.S.S. LaForge, respond! There is a ship in your region in distress,
please respond, have you gotten their distress signal?"
"Negative, we haven't been monitoring Segan channels, we do detect 3
vessels, 3 destroyers, one battleship, orders Deep Space Delta
Three?" Captain T'Savak's voice sounded.
"What are the registries of the three destroyers?" The Admiral
asked, wondering who the attackers were.
"They're supporting Segan Popular Union flags, Admiral," T'Savak
glanced over to his Tactical Officer, "Reading the battleship in
distress, affirmative Admiral, we're on our way to intercept. ETA 1
minutes and 30 seconds at high warp."
"Good, Deep Space Delta Three Out," Loutlei turned to his
Communications Officer, "Communications, send message to the ship in
distress that help is on the way. Yellow Alert"
The Defiant Class battleship
U.S.S LaForge cloaked as it engaged high warp towards Maitre Wolf's
battleship. The battleship's last support fighter exploded in a fireball
as the battleship took a hard evasive, dodging a phaser blast. The
battleship returned fire, firing its forward Larisa guns, puncturing the
shields of one the destroyers. Her two sisters doubled back, firing at the
aft shields of the ship. An explosion shook the battleship, as meters away
the Federation arrived. The Defiant class battleship decloaked and fired
triquantum torpedoes at the first destroyer, causing it to explode. The
Segan Popular Union, seeing additional ships on the way decided it was
time to double back. With a quick about face they engaged warp heading
back towards their home. With 5 minutes, the brilliant and large
Federation starships pulled alongside Maitre Wolf's battleship, sending
through transporters medical and engineering aid. The ship took its time
to lick its wounds as Deep Space Delta Three was informed of the very
important passenger aboard the battleship. Loutlei Beloekai looked forward
to meeting Maitre Wolf again, who was on his way to see Ambassador Sideki
assigned to the Intergalactic Alliance of Powers.
* * * * * * *
Federation is meddling in the internal affairs of our nation again,"
Vladimir Rosbourg muttered as he walked down the marbles of his palace.
"Yes, sir... The U.S.S. Pacifica-C, one of their flagships is
operating in Segan Sovereign Space," Vladimir's military advisor
announced, "And they intercepted us before we could destroy Maitre's
"I don't want any Federation blood on my mind," Vladimir sighed,
looking over, "Perhaps we should deliver a stern 'keep out' message
to the Federation, and make that message visual."
"What did you have in mind, your majesty?" The military
advisor's head turned, taking out a padd to take the notes.
"Let's have the USS Pacifica-C take a look at our entire fleet....
Have the entire fleet rally in front of the Pacifica-C, and then have them
move to their next destination point. Chinon Epsilon nebula,"
Vladimir looked at his advisor who nodded and smiled.
"I have no further advise, that's an excellent idea. It should
deliver a strong message," The Advisor smiled, "And no blood
"Agreed," Vladimir stopped in front of the doors which would
lead to his private quarters, he looked out, seeing the red planet's
landscape, "I'll be happy to see green again. Get all the Fleet
commanders informed of this new plan, and execute it by tomorrow."
"Aye, your majesty."