Wen to see WWRY as a birthday treat had this story in my head by the end of the weekend, hope you like it, gets heavy and tragic early on. Read, review etc
Disclaimer: Queen were my first rock group as a kid, none of it belongs to me it Belongs to the Man called May. With a bit of help from Ben Elton and of course I wouldn't forget Roger!
Born to be Kings
Five Years after the uprising the revolution is in disarray with Galileo facing accusations of being a false Prophet. The bohemians are fighting amongst themselves and he is bothered by another vision about someone called Abbey and making a collab. Nothing is making sense, his only comfort is Scaramouche and the arrival of his newborn son Barcelona. Killer Queen is determined to defeat the dreamer and his rebels once and for all.
Galileo cradles his son and looks down upon the shanty town that fills the Wembley pitch, campfires are dotted all around, there is music in the air as the bohemians finally gained the knowledge of making instruments. They are weak and makeshift but they made noise and that was enough. The rebels used turned over dustbins as drums, wired hangers as harps, cans of sugar as shakers. It was a hectic noise but it was a work in progress so it always made him smile
...Scaramouche on the other hand wasn't impressed but then again she wasn't impressed by much, she was involved with something that was bigger than she could have possibly imagined. Maybe if she wasn't so scared the night of the raid she would have carried on being independent instead of needing someone. But death does that, it makes people hide anywhere as long as it was safe. She sometimes felt if she fell into Galileo's arms a bit too readily.
She didn't know much about love so wasn't sure how to give it, her parents happily fed on the reality shows and voting for singers that looked the best and sang the worst for comic relief. She knew she lost them for good when Her Majesty the Killer Queen made her own reality show, showing the world the seven seas of rye. The young woman remembered how she shuddered and hoped she would never see the place.
"Do you have any other face than a sulking one, Lonnie will be copying his Dad and then what, you're a revolutionary for God's sake buck up!" Scaramouche chided as she took her son to his Moses basket. Their living quarters was sparse, run-down but it was snug enough. A place once called a Candy or sweet so they heard.
"This isn't what I thought it would be, none of it, the texts still swirl in my head but now fewer people are listening, I don't know what to do Scara" The dreamer shrugged, Scaramouche crossed her arms and frowned.
"Oh no, don't be starting that again' whining won't get you nowhere, you're having another wobble of confidence, anymore of them and I'll be calling you Jellieo!"
"Would it hurt for you do the softly-softly thing just once? I'm scared Scara" Galileo shook his head and sat down on a broken sofa.
As always Scara's mood changed and swiftly as the wind, her face softened and she sat next to her partner.
"You should know by now that's not my nature but you also should know I love you and have faith in you. I don't have faith in much but if I lose that I lose everything" She said, Galileo clasped and kissed her hand then her wrist then moved over for a tender kiss. He pulled back but then Scara moved in for more. Pushing him to lie back she covered him, he tugged her hair then kissed her forehead as she snuggled in closer for a hug.
"I love you Scara" He purred
"I love you too Galileo" She sighed before yawning, he wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep, his woes could wait till tomorrow or so he thought.
Killer Queen sat on her black glittering throne looking upon her nails as she waited for the signal from a 'refreshed' Khashoggi. Refreshed meaning his entire memory was wiped clean and he talked a little slower than before, the damage done and the price paid for letting the dreamer escape the first time. She was about to serve her vengeance very cold to the bohemians.
Later that night, like the generals and kings before him he would mingle among his people. It was disheartening that fewer people rose to greet him now, most turned away. He met Madonna standing guard up against the ruins of the arch.
"How's it going Emmy?" The dreamer groaned as he climbed up the balcony, Madonna stammered but stood to attention.
"It's f-fine S-sir but it's rather quiet out there tonight.
"...But isn't that what we hope for Madonna?" Galileo cockily replied, the mask of a self-assured man up again with only his love knowing his true self.
"Yes of course Sir but we get the nightly rabble of the Gaga and Wide-boys making a nuisance, we haven't had that today sir".
A gnawing started in the pit of his stomach and he looked back at the window of his home where he could see Scara. He swallowed the lump in his throat patted Emmy on the shoulder then climbed down. As he was reaching the bottom he heard the whirring of helicopters. Floodlights poked into the pitch and painted Chinook helicopters zoomed around everywhere.
"The pilots are positioned Ma'am" Kashoggi assured over a low intercom
"Fire at Will!" Killer Queen seethed
"You want us to fire at one person Ma'am? Who is this Will?"
"You fool, get everyone!" She commanded
PURPLE RAIN! PURPLE RAIN! RUN...RUN!" A bohemian woman screamed as she pulled her family into the tunnel, everything started slowing down as Galileo felt the full blast of the purple-coloured laser beam that sliced and burned into the pitch.
Tents were destroyed, balconies blew up around him. The dreamer directed orders everywhere as the Bohemians shot back. But too late as the giant window smashed and a fireball erupted from Galileo's home, he stopped breathing then heard his voice roar.
"SCARA!" The distraught dreamer raced up the corridors and up three flights of stairs, he found his house of fire, with his boy wailing and Scara lying covered in blood on the floor. He raced to her side and pulled her into his arms.
"Scara we have to leave, Scara...wake up"
"Don't talk so loud my ears can't take it, I've followed you everywhere but...not anymore" She murmured with her eyes squinting and body doubling over in pain.
"You wouldn't leave me would you? It's not like you to give up like this" Galileo sobbed, nestling his head against hers.
"Oh shush I can do as I please, Take care of Barcelona, your destiny is so much bigger than mine. You sleep talk constantly about this 'Abbey'. Find it find out what Col-lab means. I think that's where the revolution will start. I'm glad, so glad I was part of it all" Scara panted
Galileo was heartbroken as he touched her cheek as kissed her tenderly, Scaramouche died the moment his lips left hers. Some bohemians ran in soon after and found their leader walking out clutching his son. He held him with such relief and such sorrow.
Unaware of what was happening at Wembley a dissent rebel faction were keeping up with their propaganda war against Globalsoft Corporation, they were an underground team revered for decades as the last voice of the musician. They were the world's last group of DJs their station was called Mercury Rising their name...The Princes of The Universe. The precious decks were manned by Slash the group leader and his second in command Sade. Talking into the microphone, tapping at the buttons they started to sing their sermon.
Slash:
Here we are, born to be kings
we're the princes of the universe
Here we belong, fighting to survive
In a world with the darkest powers
Sade: Hey...
And here we are
We're the princes of the universe
Here we belong, fighting for survival
We've come to be the rulers of you all
Slash: Oh!
I am immortal
I have inside me blood of kings (Yeah, yeah!)
I have no rival
No man can be my equal
Take me to the future of you all
Slash: Born to be kings, princes of the universe
Fighting and free, got your world in my hand
I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand
We were born to be princes of the universe
Sade: No man could understand
My power is in my own hands
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
People talk about you
People say you've had your day
I'm a man that will go far
Fly the moon and reach for the stars
With my sword and head held high
Got to pass the test first time, yeah
I know that people talk about me
I hear it every day
But I can prove them wrong 'cause I'm right first time
Yeah yeah
Both start to dance as they know thousands of rebels are secretly listening in to the pirate radio station. they know all is not lost, they feel it. Slash and Sade: the best of friends who have known each other most of their lives. They were the descendants of the last Disc Jockeys… and they were proud. Unbeknown to them they would help shape the future.
Slash: Alright, let's go, let's go
Haha!
Sade:
Yeah...watch this man fly
Bring on the gaga girls
C'mon C'mon C'mon!
Both: Here we are (here we are)
Born to be kings, we're princes of the universe
Here will we belong
Slash looks longingly at Sade, secretive in his love for her
Born to be kings, princes of the universe
Fighting and free, got your world in my hand
I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand
We were born to be princes of the universe
They both look deeply into each other's eyes then bashfully back away, Slash vowed one day he would just kiss her and be done with it. He coughed and composed himself as he began talking to the people.
"…And we're back, the great ones truly were great, the rhapsody, what a time to be alive, will that time ever come again? Keep the faith, keep the faith, lord we've got to keep the faith, What do you think Sade?" Slash grinned
"Indeed we do Slash for God gave Rock and roll to us and we have to remember it, somehow…but we will Bohemians, we will"
The rest of the Princes of the Universe gathered around doing their jobs, there were a lot of them now, all dispersed throughout the country. But Slash, Sade, Chuck Berry, Bono Vox, Estefan, Roxette, Mick Jagger and many others all decided to stay where it all began. Throughout the broadcast they would send messages of support and jokes to the listeners. After signing off for the day the DJS shook hands for a job well done. Slash turned Sade's and kissed it. Smiling bashfully she got up and began clearing up ready to go back to her loft where she lived. Chuck and Bono rolled their eyes and crowded around their leader.
For the love of the Rock Gods, tell her how you feel, man. It's hurting us to see you hurting!
"My destiny to be the King of Pain guys, what can I do?" Slash sighed morosely, suddenly a grenade exploded and tear gas streamed into the studio.
"What the F- they found the shaft, everybody out….Sade where are you?" Slash bellowed, the group scrambled out of windows and climbed up piping. Slash grabbed Sade and shoved her out the back door where a police squad was waiting.
"Slash….they found us, they actually found us!" Sade gasped as Slash took her hand, they were cuffed and pushed into a helicopter where they overlooked Wembley burning and their hearts sank. Both of them praying that the dreamer was not dead for everything they worked for would be dead too.
Ooh very dramatic! Hope fellow WWRY fans won't mind!