The Dancer Prince
Chapter 22
Written by Ambassador Yrishna Wolf.
Youri laughed straight for five minutes as he looked at Alexander, who looked back at him in a split display of emotions of love and confusion, "What?! What?" Alexander looked at him, "Ge-Youri why the hell are you laughing, your life's in danger and I've got to find a way to get you out without my father knowing."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Alexi," Youri looked at him, moving close to him and hugging him tightly, resting his head on Alexander's heart as he heard it beat softly, "It's just you ordered me to stay here, even though you said I can't stay here."
Alexander looked at Youri even more baffled, his crystal blue eyes looking over the brown-skinned Youri, Alexander smiled, his smiling turning into a smirk, and then a short laugh, "All right, cute guy, I'm going to get going and do some work to make sure you end up where I can keep you safe."
"My hero strikes again," Youri looked at Alexander, as he walked back towards the bed, "How will I ever thank you for all you have done."
Alexander smiled, "Later... it's always more fun at night when everyone is sleeping," Alexander looked at him, blowing him a kiss from his computer console, "I'm going to get in touch with a friend of your father's, and a friend of my uncle's... Maybe she can do something."
"Oh?" Youri watched from across the room, "I didn't know you were so well... connected, my love."
"I'm not a brainless child you know, "Alexander grinned, tapping the commlinks open, "Contacting Joan La Chercheur, you might know her father, I hear she was very close to your family."
"They were very good allies when we needed the nobility's support," Youri looked at Alexander, "I didn't know they had connections to your father's regime."
"They're very good at hiding things, I'd have to say," Alexander turned around, "Aaah, I think I've located her. Sending her a message of friendship now."
Peace can be created by people if they so desire, if the desire for peace is stronger than the desire for war then peace shall prevail. Friendship is a strong creator of peace, it creates desire and sympathies amongst people that wouldn't be there otherwise. Love is the strongest creator of peace, and the strongest force that drives people into war. The Segan Monarchy takes great pride in knowing it had undertaken several military actions in order to ensure love amongst two and three people could be maintained. Alexander's actions, Youri soon realized, were all out of a love for the Segan people, and especially Alexander's chosen significant other. Youri observing this love noticed that Alexander's heart was purer than gold, warmer than Venus, truer than the word of the Quadaz. Youri watched as Alexander's words escaped from his lips, he was encompassed with pure admiration for this true Prince. He was neither a Prince, nor a honorable man himself... he had proven that to himself during his time in the camps where he had been broken. He resolved he would be happy only in Alexander's happiness. It would be a mission he would never regret the duration of his life.
"All right, your Majesty," Joan's bright cheerful voice remained constant as she stepped off her boat, "You're asking for a difficult mission, your father won't make this any easier on me."
"Just give us the day and time, and the place where we should meet you, Joan, and we'll be there," Alexander looked over to Youri, giving him a thumbs up, it'd be a difficult task to make sure Youri wasn't discovered, already there were questions surfacing around the death of the other Youri which were making his father weary. His father had arrived to keep the media at bay, but for how long was the question. The less time spent on getting Youri out meant the less time his father could find out the real identity of Gerard, his lover.
"I've just talked with Maitre Wolf, your Majesty," Joan looked at Alexander firmly in the eye, "He will get a vessel somehow to your location in a week, during the night of the 9th day after this conversation, an operation will be mounted in which the front door of the palace will be assaulted, it should give you a distraction, long enough to get to the palace's stable... from there, His Majesty will be transported out, we'll take care of making sure Gerard never existed."
"Sounds excellent," Alexander looked over to Youri, winking at him, "He'll be ready."
"Good, while I know we're having fun discussing things," Joan stared across away from the camera, "I think I'll be picking up a shadow soon enough. See you soon, remember, the 9th day. La Chercheur out."
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Doctor Jean-Marie Daniels and Velvet were staring across each other in the Sick Bay that was housing the million of staff members of the Ghost Fleet. He had been briefed by Space Marshall Nelson upon the importance of this project to the Segan Monarchy, the Supreme Militants' Union, the Cardassian Monarchy. The list of interest was long and the cause for all this interested in these million young and middle aged men was understandable. They alone were trained to drive, pilot, and fight with their vessels and they alone were sufficiently proficient to maneuver these vessels. At the hands of few other pilots could these ships fight to their fullest potentials. They were the few, the brave, the most loyal of men and they would give their lives in an instant for the Segan Monarchy and the Crown that led it. This, beyond all else drove their passions, but now they could do nothing but sleep in their cubicles of sorts as Jean-Marie Daniels led a massive group of Doctors and nurses to try and find a cure to this problem.
Jean-Marie was at the end of his nerves. He had worked day upon day upon day on this assignment which he had neither requested nor deserved. He wanted to be well on his way from here, in search of Velvet's friend but she had pushed him on. Without her, he would have already called it quits but she remained by his side as they struggled through the hurdles that this dilemma gave them. Jean-Marie's eyes blurred, as he relooked at the DNA samples what seemed to be the one million and first time. He could see Velvet's eyes looking at him, smiling faintly, she knew he wasn't going through his best of days and he only needed to see her smile to re-energize him. Jean-Marie looked back at her, as in a moment, an instantaneous burst of energy ripped through his mind.
Jean-Marie's foosteps were carrying him faster than he could think up away from his chair as he headed towards the main Sick Bay, to look at the soldiers which were kept asleep in their criogenic cribs. He didn't need to think, and he didn't need to answer to any of the questions which were being posed to him by Velvet and the small group of Doctors and nurses that were following him as he rushed towards the first criogenic crib. He fingers, flying mindlesly connected all the criogenic cribs together, as his fingers performed the miracles they needed to. Quickly he rearranged complex equilibriums of calcium, and vitamins, switching moving and changing bio-rhythms using enzymes which he didn't even know existed. At the end of it, Jean-Marie sighed, looking over to Velvet who was quite confused, same with the Doctors and nurses.
"Do I want to ask what just happened, Jean-Marie?" Velvet glanced over the criogenic cribs, seeing them deactivated.
"I don't know what came over me," Jean-Marie replied honestly, looking back, "I wasn't even thinking."
"Well, I think he just killed the entire mission," A doctor in the background exclaimed, "I'm going to go call the mission."
"Wait!" Someone else shouted, "Look, the gas is going away!"
Jean-Marie turned back, looking over as one of the cribs opened. One of the patients was awake.
"Lieutenant Commander Gregors of the S.W.D. Bastia," Gregors looked over the familiar Starfleet uniform, "Do I want to ask what's going on?"
"It's a long story," Jean-Marie smiled, "One that I think... one chapter of it just ended."
