Presents: The Dancer Prince
The Story That Started It All
The Dancer Prince
Additional Writing Credits to Space Marshall Nelson
A lone Cardassian vessel slowed from its faster-than-light speeds as it entered Sector 248 of the Alpha Quadrant. The vessel was a Cardassian Galor class warship, that while it had been designed over a century ago, still served as the backbone of the Cardassian military. The Galor class warships hadn't changed in color either, they still sported a golden orange color scheme that had characterized the Cardassian military at its height. A long time ago, the Cardassians had been able to stand up to the Federation, but those days were long gone. The Cardassians had now been reduced to being members of a Segan Monarchy. The Segan Monarchy, however, also had its own troubles and the Cardassians were now alone, again. The Cardassians had quickly banded together in a makeshift Cardassian Monarchy, but even with 750 Cardassian warships outfitted with Segan shields and weapons, the Cardassian Monarchy couldn't withstand an assault by His Majesty Prince Vladimir Rosbourg's government. The Cardassians, who had selected a Segan leader to continue the royal line, understood this best of all and they understood the human phrase "the enemy of my enemy, is my friend."
Sector 248 was a quarantined zone named so by the Intergalactic Alliance of Powers' Council. Sector 248 was one of the sectors claimed by the Supreme Militants' Union, one of the sectors which was patrolled by a behemoth that had been designed as the secret weapon of the I.A.P. As the Cardassian vessel approached coordinates two three nine by two four seven, the vessel lowered its shields as a sign of friendship and kept a powerful array of sensor scans all around it. Finally, the Cardassian vessel's sensors picked up a pair of fightercrafts bearing the SMU logo approaching it. The fightercrafts seemed to be flying in a rather peculiar formation, but they were protecting a very large flagship. Cloaked, the two kilometer flagship of the Supreme Militants' Union approached the Cardassian vessel, stopping 500 kilometers from the much smaller Galor-class starship.
Her Majesty the Princess Catherine Defont walked out of the transporter room of the Triumph, closely guarded by SMU guards. Her long robe trailed behind her, as her Prime Minister, Maitre Wolf walked along side of her. Catherine watched the interior of the Triumph carefully, noting it was purely utilitarian in design. She remembered the palaces on Segania Prime, noting the contrast between the two species' designs. Segan palaces were the ultimate in extravagance, the Triumph sharply contrasted with that. Wolf glanced over, watching Catherine's eyes wonder as they walked down the corridors, led by the SMU guards. He couldn't begin to understand what was going through the head of the Cardassian Monarchy's mind at the current moment. They needed the SMU in case anything went wrong, they needed them more desperately than Space Marshall Nelson knew. Catherine Defont, followed by Maitre Wolf entered the conference room, seeing Space Marshall. Both Defont and Wolf bowed to him as a sign of respect, as they began their long negotiations.
"Greetings Space Marshall Nelson, in the name of the Monarchy and her future, I thank you for accepting to hear my argument out. Prime Minister Wolf informed me you were very apprehensive of the situation," Catherine Defont watched Space Marshall Nelson closely.
"Your Majesty, please have a seat," Nelson smiled as his hands gracefully pointed to the chairs reserved for these very important guests, "You too, Minister Wolf."
Catherine settled into her seat comfortably, keeping her long dress from getting ruffled by a quick maneuver of the hand. She had learned it many years ago in school and had become accustomed to being watched carefully for the perfect execution of the motion. As Catherine was settled, the now Prime Minister Wolf also sat down, watching the two sovereigns carefully. History was in the making, and he was sitting in the front row seat as he had so often done in the past years. What had made him special? He had become a focus point, and a sort of stand-in soul for the Monarchy. He was thankful for the challenge, but often he felt overwhelmed by it.
"The SMU has always admired what Charles Rosbourg, and the traditional Monarchy did," Nelson paused to carefully think out his next words, "We only wish to see if we can aid your movement any further."
Nelson sat behind his desk as Catherine fired off her own compliment, "My uncle always spoke highly of your work developing the Strategic Readiness Agency."
The Marshall laughed heartily, "Yes, those were the days...where we all knew what our jobs were. Now we've become scattered, displaced. It's amazing we aren't ALL at war, your Majesty."
"I am not too good with politics, indeed... two years ago, it was unimaginable to me and my family that those.... Rebels... would manage to take our thrones and call it... justice," Catherine's voice was filled with disgust and emphasis, she had yet to digest it completely.
"That is why we are both here, your Majesty. We wish to seek TRUE
justice," Nelson watched his potential ally carefully seeing for her response.
"I thank you, Prime Minister Wolf... he has our proposal for you. If you'd care to hear us?" Catherine was perhaps a great speaker, but she was never destined to be the driving force behind the Cardassian Monarchy, those with effective intelligence networks would pick this fact up.
"It will be an honor. Please, Prime Minister Wolf,"
The Former Maitre smiled and turned, "I believe what Youri
Rosbourg discussed with you will no longer be enough... We were hoping that an alliance would still exist between our two powers.. but that, we'd coordinate our efforts more closely.. Especially towards an operation we will need done, with your assistance."
Nelson smiled, as the word "operation" rank in his mind "What will you require from us, Minister Wolf?"
"We are both military men, and we both know that what makes the enemy shake is seeing fleets of powerful ships unscathed, untouched... untouchable. Do you remember the Ghost Fleet, the one Charles used to lead the defeat of the Styx?"
The Marshall nodded, remembering how powerful those 'ghostly' ships were, "Yes, they saved us all."
"They disappeared shortly after the rift was destroyed...We're certain the fleet was moved by the Quadaz somewhere inside Segan territory. That is the assumption Youri Rosbourg's been working with, and that is why our strategy has been to hold out as long as possible as our ships search Segan Sovereign space trying to find that vessel."
Catherine jumped in, "Segan Sovereign Space is over 3/4 of a galaxy, the quadrants are now firmly in SPU hand, we need ships.. ones that can't be detected."
Maitre Wolf nodded, "The Cardassian vessels we have haven't been complemented with the right equipment, and in any case, their sensor devices aren't powerful enough..."
"So you want us to donate, so to speak...our vessels to the search?" Nelson's mind contemplated the mission proposal that was being delivered to him, it was a difficult one indeed.
"Yes, exactly. Your ships were complemented with the best Segan technology had to offer at time of design. If you help us find the Ghost Fleet, we will offer one of these ships to you to do whatever you wish to it. Assimilate whatever technology you'd find of interest," Maitre Wolf was offering a historical proposal, never before had the Segan Monarchy completely offered its technology in such a manner.
Nelson shook his head "I will not need such payment your Majesty. The SMU will do this...free of charge."
Catherine smiled, "We must do something to repay you...It wouldn't be honorable not to."
The Marshall laughed, "Well...we'll discuss that at a later time. What exactly will you be needing? So that I may notify my Deputies."
It was Maitre Wolf who'd speak again. "This needs to be done stealthily, if.. if Vladimir finds out what we're doing, he'll certainly execute more of the royal family. His popularity has increased as of late with his rallies... He wouldn't have a problem with his actions. We don't know where the ships are... or if the ships come 'staff included' so to speak."
"Well...all of our ships are equipped with time shifting, the ability to make rifts, cloaks...You name it....we have it. If you want, I will donate the Triumph to the search," Nelson had always wanted to visit Segan Sovereign Space anyhow.
"That should certainly facilitate operating in unfriendly territory, whatever you wish to offer," Catherine glanced, "This entire thing rests on the success of that operation. We'll assign Segan liasons to any ship you send in order to assist with coordination and cultural exchange if you need to do anything planet-side."
"Well..." Nelson looked carefully at a PADD "we have 750 ships not tied up in operations...I am willing to donate all 750 ships, including this one."
Catherine gave a small snicker, "I knew our membership fees
to the IAP seemed a little high for just maintaining a station."
Nelson chuckled, "You don't regret it now, though."
Catherine smiled, "Politicians never do once we get to use the equipment. Your offer will suit us quite nicely... You should be able to comb through Segan space much more quickly."
"We will designate the Triumph as our command center, if that's
all right..." Nelson watched, just in case there was cultural law which forbade such a thing inside Segan space.
"None at all," Wolf replied, "We'll coordinate with you from Cardassia Prime, including giving you any information we get from Chinon. We still have operatives working under my wing in there. In the event this... surrender was to happen."
"Excellent. Until then, I'll start gathering our fleet." Nelson watched Catherine closely, "We will find those ships your Majesty....I promise."
"Thank you, thank you for giving our Monarchy a new hope."
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