THE DANCER PRINCE
The Dancer Prince
Written by Ambassador Yrishna Wolf
Additional Writing Credits
to Space Marshall Nelson
The two, Prince Vladimir Rosbourg and his military advisor, exchanged a handshake as the advisor turned around and walked the same marble steps away. The red sun shone brightly, as the windows permitted a red hue to shine upon the palace. Vladimir sighed, being weary of the civil war, which he felt he had had to undertake. The doors to Vladimir's quarters opened as he entered his quarters. Vladimir could see in the shadows of his quarters that He was here again. Vladimir walked to his bed and sat down, reviewing the deployment reports. 2000 starships were on their way to Chinon and would be there within 72 hours. After he
received the final reports from the Fleet, he would soon join it at Chinon. But the shadow being here right now was certainly not part of his plan. He awaited for the shadow to build up to its full stature as he glanced over the windows again. The planet was certainly a red planet, a planet of anger and spite. The Segan Popular Union had been forced out of the Monarchy and into some of the worst real-estate of this galaxy, he wanted to make them pay, but not as much as the shadow did. With a sort of half scream, the shadow appeared in its natural form, the Styx Arch-Achroid.
"This civil war has gone long enough, Vladimir!" The Styx Arch-Achroid spoke, "I want the Monarchy out of the way for our new invasion."
"Your eminence," Vladimir Rosbourg was mentally controlled, forced to bow in front of the Arch-Achroid, "It will be done, we need another week, however."
"You better succeed in this mission, Vladimir," The Arch-Achroid glared, "Or we, the Styx Syndicate will have to combine with the Consortium to kill you and your peoples.
"I... I assure you that will not be necessary, your Eminence," Vladimir looked at the Arch-Achroid with fear, but resilience, "We will accomplish the task at hand."
"We shall meet again on Chinon then," The Arch-Achroid disappeared in a powerful wind that swept Vladimir's quarters.
"Great," Vladimir muttered, tapping his console, "We're going to have to increase the speed of this mission, John, have the fleet intercept the Pacifica-C in 48 hours, and have them ready to invade Chinon in 56!"
"Affirmative, your Majesty," The Military Advisor's voice replied, "Anything else?"
"Nothing for now," Vladimir looked at the pictures in his room, "Is my son all right?"
"Yes, your majesty," The Military Advisor glanced over to his assistant, "He is sleeping at the current moment."
"Good... Good," Vladimir smiled, continuing his business preparing to move to Chinon.
* * * * * * * *
Youri paused on the massive dancing hall as he grabbed a towel and drank some needed water. He wasn't getting the dance routine right and he wanted to make sure he would. After pausing for a moment, he walked back onto the dance floor. Ordering the computer to resume the music, He began with a small hand movement that made a semi circle in front of his face. He made two steps forward and to the side, which were very rhythmic. Following a shake of his shoulders, the hardest part of his dance routine followed as a complex tap sequence interluded. Normally Youri would have a partner echoing each of his steps, but he wanted to get it right alone. Following a few complex flips and spins, he was back to the tap routine, as the song
signaled its coming end. A nicely timed clap then continued the dance, as it picked up in tempo. The tempo
definitely carried a Human Salsa characteristic, one of the results of cultural diffusion between the Segan Monarchy and the Federation. After returning into a quick but extremely complex tap routine, he then entered into his own spin, wrapping himself in his own arms as he slowly pulled himself down to the ground, once he touched the ground the music finished in a crescendo. Youri smiled to himself, he had done it, he had completed the dance routine. His breathing was particularly hard as his entourage politely clapped around him. His servants were certainly amongst the nicest breeds of people. He watched as a cute female Lieutenant Commander with bright blue hair walked into the dance floor, bowing to Youri.
"Your majesty, your call to the Supreme Militants' Union has been transferred
here. You requested we informed you when we completed the transfer," The Lieutenant Commander nodded.
"Aye, put it on the screen," Youri accepted the Lieutenant Commander's padd on the Cardassian Minority's request for an immediate alliance with the Supreme Militants' Union. He'd do his best to help out his best supporters at the current moment.
"This is Chinon Royal Provincial Government to Supreme Militants' Union, please respond. Authenticity Code Alpha Zulu Bravo 2212," The Communications officer sounded off as the subspace channel was delivered to the SMU.
One of the listen posts within the Supreme Militants' Union was quick to reply to the message, "Roger, this is SMU Listening Post Omega 5, please go ahead."
"Go ahead, your majesty," The Communications officer announced through the intercom.
"Youri Rosbourg here, I needed to speak to your Space Marshall regarding a request from our Cardassian minority," Youri announced over the subspace channels.
The Listening Post's officer nodded and turned, "Please wait as I transfer you the S.M.S. Triumph."
Space Marshall Nelson's robust voice sounded through the intercom, "This is Space Marshal Michael Nelson, how may I help you?"
Youri looked at his clothes, which were certainly out of order in this situation, he hoped the Space Marshall wouldn't mind, this was an important negotiation for the Segan Monarchy, "Youri Rosbourg here, Space Marshall, sir," Youri smiled respectfully, "I wished to hmm...Let's see... I guess I wished to make some sort of request."
"Of course, Your Highness. How may we help you?" Space Marshall was sincere in his question, Youri could feel that of what the IAP had been branding a "tyrant."
"I have received here a hmm.. request by my Cardassian factions, "Youri glanced over his files that had been handed by the Lieutenant Commander, "They wanted an alliance with you... They stated you could perhaps assist us with defending our Milky Way Galaxy territories."
"Well, now... That is a request I can certainly grant!" Nelson exclaimed.
Youri looked at what his foreign minister from Cardassia had advised, "We would certainly compensate you with our maps of the
Selevenar Galaxy, the latest we have in time-shift and bio-metallic technology, as well as free access to our Milky Way Galaxy territories," Youri tried to make the best under the circumstances, "Would this be all right?"
Space Marshall Nelson was in his own way pleased with the alliance of power, it would secure a strong power-base for him politically now as well as militarily, "Yes, this will be great. It will be an honor working with you and the Cardassians, your Highness."
"Understood," Youri tried to sound official but ended up blushing at the respect offered to him by the human, " A Cardassian representative will be dispatched to your location immediately, at the current moment it isn't too safe for me to leave
Chinon. We can then make the alliance official?"
"Sounds like a plan your Highness," He turned and looked at the maps, "It will be a pleasure working with you... and believe you me, no one is going to mess with your territories."
"Thank you Space Marshall, " Youri smiled his infamous boyish smile, "You'll be relieving a
massive potential hotspot."
"I wish you best, we'll keep in touch," Nelson replied.
"Thank you ,thank the Quadaz for you, Space Marshall," Youri elated as he watched his mother come into the dancing hall, "If you'll excuse me, Space Marshall, the Reverend Queen is calling for me."
"Of course, your Majesty," Nelson smiled, "I will speak again with you soon."
The computer display turned off as the three dimensional representative of the Segan emblem was left in its place. With the transmission cut, Youri Rosbourg was free to return to the pressing matters that of keeping the Reverend Queen happy until she stated she didn't need him.
Youri walked over to his grandmother who extended one arm, the signal for
Youri to become a top scale gentleman. As the two walked out of the Dancing hall, they were surrounded by their royal guardsmen. The marble floors echoed with the sounds of many footsteps as the Reverend Queen led the group into the gardens. It was raining and umbrellas were quickly rushed to the Reverend Queen and her son as they walked into the manicured gardens. The Reverend Queen was genuinely worried about her grandson, and her grandson's safety. Luckily his mother had moved to Cardassia Prime secretly, but there was still her grandson to worry about. The warfront was growing dangerously close to the planet as well. What if he were to be captured, or worse killed if Chinon were to be overrun. She held on tighter to her grandson as they continued to walk down the hallways.
Youri took deep breaths of the air around him. The rain had just stopped falling and everything was encompassed with an untouched wetness. The gardens smelled wonderful as the flowers released their most powerful scents in response to the rain offered to them. Even the air smelled wonderful as all the scents mixed together to offer freshness to the air. He felt much more alive being away from his royal clothes as he was permitted once again to just be Youri. Since he was 3rd in the line of the throne, he didn't feel much of a need to be royal. And then, he became the heir to the throne and much more was expected of him from everyone, including his father. Luckily he was still kept out of the light of the news, now being *the* King, he was commented on freely by
S.P.N.N. Youri watched his grandmother prepared her speech, he could feel it building up.
"Youri, I want you off Chinon," The Reverend Queen glanced over, "I've seen your grandfather, father, and mother die... I do not need to go to anymore funerals."
"Grandma," Youri looked at his grandmother and smiled, "I'll be fine, you know that."
"No, you don't," The Queen snapped back, looking ahead, "I want you to be safe, the reports coming in the news are very disturbing."
"We'll be all right Grandma, Youri clasped his grandmother's hand, "The Cardassians are going to work out a treaty with the Supreme Militants' Union for us, we won't have to worry about the Milky Way Galaxy and the Cardassians will be able to help us. We're getting allies."
"Not fast enough," she looked at him, he couldn't see it," They can attack us whenever they wish, and if they were to take you, they'll kill you!"
"I'll be all right, I promise, Grandma!" Youri smiled, he couldn't understand or imagine anyone killing him.
"I don't know, Youri," she sighed, she couldn't get through to him, "I just don't know."