Presents: The Dancer Prince
The Story That Started It All
The Dancer Prince
Segans have a saying, "Ambassadors are worth one hundred of a hundred RDA agents." Ambassadors are the most skilled at the arts of deception, persuasion, manipulation. They are capable of broadcasting more information than any propaganda scheme. They are capable of destroying nations, or saving them, they are more valuable than sovereigns themselves. They are capable of negotiating for hours, prodding for weaknesses and securing deals which, although claimed compromises are clearly in favor of their sovereign nation. Segans have another saying, "The creation of a central government provided us with unequivocal strengths, and unequivocal weaknesses." When a central government is formed, it is much easier for these Ambassadors to secure a great base of power domestically, and abroad. Ambassadors are more valuable than any minister, they are to be kept close to a sovereign's side for them to be of any use. Any sovereign who fails to do this, will be left open for attack and will not able to withstand the power an unfriendly diplomatic network, controlled by Ambassadors.
Ambassador Yrishna Wolf, Head of the Segan Mission to the Intergalactic Alliance of Powers. She glanced over her accomplishments over the fairly busy week. With the Federation Speaker gone, she and her allies had been given the opportunity of a lifetime. She had plans to undermine the speakership for a long time through some extremely complex diplomatic maneuvering, but she had never been able to put it into effect. She stared at her padd, located on a secure database at Starbase Tranquility, she was sure the files were safe from her Federation counterpart. She had met with Ambassador Rom to discuss the terms of the Sego-Romulan motion, and she felt pleased at the prospect of the speakership being out of the way. Word from the Cardassian Monarchy had also spread that Her Majesty the Princess Catherine Defont had received Maitre Wolf in her court and that she would meet the Supreme Militants' Union as soon as Maitre Wolf was briefed. It had been a good week for Yrishna Wolf, and she had no doubt she would continue to have one.
She glanced from one of the Mission's plexiglass windows and watched a Carnian walk by. She had served in the Segan Embassy to Carnia for many years and could remember her warm appreciation of Carnian life. She thought back to the Council meeting, and how she had skillfully applied salt onto the wound which she had correctly deducted existed between her Federation and Carnian counterpart. If she could slightly push the Carnians into their own bracket, the Federation and the Carnian Imperium would be forced to use their diplomatic strength at countering each other's presence as the Speakership of the Alliance. Once that was completed, Yrishna smiled, it would time for her and Rom to stop the Alliance from going downhill. It was one of the most complex and aggressive diplomatic moves she had made in years. When she arrived on Tranquility as a replacement Ambassador, she had certainly allowed herself to be shied into place as Vice-Speaker. She had grown now, well aware of the situations surrounding her.
Away from Starbase Tranquility, Vladimir Rosbourg glanced over the intelligence reports on the entire Youri Rosbourg diplomatic cadre. If there was something Youri had won easily, Vladimir thought, it was in Youri's securing of foreign allies. No sooner had the war begun could he already see Federation ships just finding ways to go around the political complexities to get involved. Luckily, their quick campaign with the assistance of Styx supplies had made sure the Federation couldn't get involved. Youri's surrender was clear cut and gave him a free reign over the Segan Monarchy has he sought fit. But he wasn't particularly happy with having a Pro-Youri diplomatic network working for him. Vladimir wanted the diplomatic network to reflect him, and him only. He glanced over his acquired Prime Minister. The Defont had proved to be an unusually resourceful ally. Indeed without the Prime Minister, they would never have been here at Chinon in the palace. Vladimir watched as his teenager flew down the palace halls with his phaser shooting after one of the teenaged palace servants. Kids, Vladimir thought, as he returned to his work.
"What do you think, Defont," Vladimir glanced over the biographical file of the ambassador to the Alliance of Powers, "It seems to me as if this... Ambassador Yrishna Wolf was strongly in favor of the Youri regime... She has a post which has grown increasingly important over the years, I've noticed."
"Indeed," Defont thought about Yrishna, they had worked together before in the Foreign Service. Defont thought of her as an impressionable type, only needs a little steering, and she could easily be reprogrammed, "Perhaps if you called her here, she would switch her ways."
"You think she'll be an easy one to chance to our side, Defont?" Vladimir glanced questioningly, he didn't know much of the IAP, much less of Yrishna.
"I believe it shouldn't be too difficult," Defont looked over her picture, "Yes, not too difficult at all."
"Patrikoveskovako!" Vladimir yelled, looking over the picture of Yrishna again, good looking girl he thought as he saw the communications advisor arrive, "Get word to the Segan Mission to the Intergalactic Alliance of Powers, that the Government orders Ambassador Yrishna Wolf to report back to the Capital for an immediate review of diplomatic policy."
"Aye, sir," Patrikoveskovako replied, turning around and walking out, it wouldn't take long for the hyper-subspace communication to arrive to Yrishna.
Starbase Tranquility was brimming with life two days later as several starships carrying luxuries from exotic lands arrived to dock with the starbase. The docking assignments were being handed out with a passion as ships departed and came in at deafening speeds. Starbase Tranquility had taken several months for it to return to the same commercial producing levels as Starbase Metropolis, but now that it had, it seemed the place wouldn't stop. Embassy parties too were on the rise as more and more ambassadors mingled with one another in strange attempts at using parties to win an advantage. Ambassadors of smaller nations too had begun to use Starbase Tranquility as a platform of their visions for a better future, futures where their small nations could grow unimpeded by the Alliance of Powers. The Intergalactic Alliance of Powers had quickly and surely developed into a secluded cadre of ultra-powerful nations, the IAP had also quickly but surely gathered enemies other than the Styx.
Ambassador Yrishna Wolf stepped out of her quarters, dressed in her usual regal clothing. As she walked down the corridors that led to the Segan Mission ,she knew that something had gone terribly wrong. She couldn't point her finger on it, but she knew something had changed. As her steps quickened, she entered a turbolift, calling for the 2nd Floor. Stepping off, she looked down below at the Promenade where the other missions were located. She nodded to some of the embassy workers entering and exiting their various embassies as she walked towards hers. As the doors hissed apart, allowing the Ambassador to walk in, she entered to hear low murmurs. This wasn't good, Yrishna thought as she looked at some of the embassy workers standing mute, and others seemingly distressed. Something had happened, and she didn't know what.
"What's going on people?" Yrishna asked with a sense of purpose, "There is work to be done, news reporters to answer, and you are all standing here doing nothing."
"We heard you got fired," One of the younger staff workers replied plainly.
"What?" Yrishna laughed, unbelieving of what she had just heard. When she came to a realization that it was possible, she stormed into her office, picking up the padd on her desk marked confidential. Leave it for her workers to read what was confidential.
"Ambassador Yrishna Wolf," The Prime Minister's voice sounded through the padd, "You are to report back home to discuss the new political agenda of the Segan Monarchy. You may potentially be reassigned to a more valuable position closer to the Segan Monarchy. A vessel is on its way to pick you up, be on it when it asks for you."
Yrishna Wolf placed the padd back on her desk, as she looked at her diplomatic staff. This was not good, she thought. A promotion closer to home meant they were weary of her work, and weariness of her work was something that was not good at all. She began to think quickly, her bags would need to be packed quickly before the ship would arrive.
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