A group of 20 women watched Viceroy Anasazi and his entourage approach. They all had a bird's eye view from their window booth seats, in a Promenade restaurant named Stingray Jakk's.
“OMG! WHO is that?” Wilma, one of the ladies asked. They had newly arrived for the Hover Board Championships and had stopped to have dinner. They were in the midst of discussing which events they would be attending. Like thousands of die-hard fans, of the sport, they were either dressed in their favorite team's colors, or carried brightly colored team pennants.
“According to INN's Melissa Culpepper, he is the new Nietzschean Viceroy, Tyr Anasazi. The last son of Barbarossa Anasazi.” Sara answered.
“The last son! How many sons did the man have?” Jia Nian, a Trill queried.
“Fifteen.” Vanessa replied.
“Fif. . . . Fifteen?” Dorathy asked
“And he had like 12 daughters.” B'Tora a Klingon female replied.
“Yeah, I did see a report that Barbarossa died recently. Supposedly, he preselected Tyr to replace him on the throne. Tyr's also a Starfleet Rear Admiral, you know.” Chloe said.
“Ohhhhh! Put him on a plate and serve him up for dessert! I love chocolate!” Candice expressed.
“Girl! Don't you know nothing? The man is a NIETZSCHEAN! And he is an Alpha at that!” Evelyn countered.
“Something you can't handle, Candice.” Jessica replied.
“Nietzschean? What is a Nietzschean?” Candice queried. T'Shana, one of the two Vulcan females in the group launched into a short and detailed description.
“OMG! Multiple wives?” Sharon asked, when T'Shana finished.
“According to INN he already has eight wives, twin sons and four children on the way.” T'Shana replied.
“Sounds like e's tryin' ta catch up with 'is father.” Micheala said in her Kensington accent.
“Prophets alive! That sounds more like a harem.” one of the Bajoran women present stated.
“Unlike a harem, Nietzschean society is matriarchal, so the women have the upper hand. It is THEY who selected him, instead of vise versa.” T'Shana stated.
“Oh! You think he'd be interested in me?” Debbie asked, as she pantomimed fluffing her hair and smiled.
“You'd have to cue up for a try. High status Nietzschean males like Viceroy Anasazi, have hundreds of formal proposals waiting for him .” a lady named Dagny replied.
“I guess that means no girlfriends, eh?” Justine asked.
“Negative. Nietzscheans do not believe in dalliances.” T'Shana replied. “It is either all or nothing at all for them.” she continued.
Twelve women sighed as the watched the holo broadcast screen, that was showing snippets about Tyr. Most of the shots were from afar as his Ceremonial Guard had been given orders to keep the press at bay.
However, it was going to be a different story at the Reception and dinner.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
By the time Tyr arrived, things were in full swing. The event was being held in The Garden Terrace Suite. It was an entire half deck that was reserved for large diplomatic events such as these. It also had a commanding view of the starboard docking bay and The Insurrection. Tyr smiled to himself upon espying “his baby” in the huge, clear steel, panoramic, windows. He frowned immediately afterward as he remembered his mission.
He started searching for VuVu. The place had been decorated with many live plants and trees, which created the affect of being in an actual garden. Tyr had prearranged with VuVu that she would signal him, and he would acknowledge her in return.
In the meantime while Tyr searched, he was obligated to chat up and make nice with some of the dignitaries. The first to approach was the Andorian Ambassador Kavv.
“Greetings, Viceroy Anasazi. On the behalf of my people I offer heart felt condolences for your father.” Kavv said.
“Thank you.” Tyr replied. After all what else could he say? With a few trifling words and a heroic life was just dismissed. It made him sick.
“Tyr? Are you gonna be okay with this?” Tamara asked through their link.
“I will be okay. When I start shooting, that's when you will know I have a problem.” Tyr replied in kind.
“That's what I'm trying to avoid, Tyr, the last thing you need is for you wind up in the stockade.” Tamara replied. She never got a response as it seemed like all of the ambassadors took their cue from Kavv and lined up to speak with him.
A trail of them followed as Tyr perused the buffet table. He was hungry but didn't want to partake of a full meal until the business with VuVu was concluded. As it was he had not found her yet. The entire mission hinged upon on locating The Pickpocket Plant and setting events in motion.
Tyr opted for a small bowl of shelled pistachio nuts, and immediately popped a handful into his mouth. Unfortunately INN's Melissa Culpepper - who had been trailing him with a live feed - chose this inopportune time to have her holo-camera crew zero in on him,
“Crap! She would broadcast my face across the universe, while I'm chewing like a Holstein.” Tyr thought sourly, as he turned his head and broad back to her. Melissa swore to herself as Tyr's face was immediately replaced by Cornelius' stern visage.
There was a flurry of activity as Melissa signaled her camera crew back. The last thing she needed was to get blasted. After all, the Point Man of the Ceremonial Guard was armed to the teeth and for good reason.
As the Intergalactic News Network crew pulled back, Tyr saw VuVu. She shook herself like no plant would ever do. Tyr signaled back that he saw her, by scratching his nose, and marked her location. Now for the Romulan Ambassador.
It was not hard finding the man. He was standing in the corner with a group of Romulans and having an involved conversation. The second Tyr laid eyes on the man, he went on alert.
The man was dressed like an ambassador, but his stance was all wrong. He may have claimed to be a peaceful representative of his people, but his demeanor said he was a man of war. Being one himself, Tyr easily recognized all of the “tells”.
“What's the matter, Tyr?” Tamara mind whispered to him. She was decked out in her Class A's for the event, and sipped from a champagne flute of Altire Water.
“The so-called Romulan Ambassador is suspect.” Tyr thought back.
“Ambassador Racurr, suspect? Like spy suspect?” she asked.
“More like high level military suspect. He is here under the guise of Ambassador to spy out the land.” Tyr replied, as he slowly angled towards the man. Tyr was conscious of the INN camera and Ms. Culpepper following in his wake, and did a slow burn, Tamara disappeared for a minute then returned to his side.
“HaxHis also suspected and took precautions.” Tamara stated mentally.
“Tamara. In order to make the switch, I MUST get rid of that INN crew. Short of shooting them, I'll need a distraction.” Tyr mentally projected.
“One distraction coming right up.” Tamara replied, in kind, with a mental smile. Less than a minute later, the INN crew including it's award-winning reporter was overwhelmed by a pack of Dolgarians. Tyr couldn't spare a second to wonder how Tamara had marshaled the pack in such short notice.
Unimpeded, Tyr headed straight for Ambassador's Racurr's corner. They introduced themselves, exchanged pleasantries and continued their conversation as they walked towards VuVu's location.
In the meantime, Tyr assessed the elaborate robes the man was wearing. They were similar to a Vulcan's, but for the life of him, Tyr could not determine where the so-called Ambassador had the discs. According to the reports from Solon, they were supposed to be in his pockets. But, where WERE his pockets?
“I will trust VuVu to find them.” Tyr thought. “After all, she'd been a pickpocket for five years before she was liberated.” he mused.
” Speaking of Solon. . . . . .” Tyr thought as he gazed in the spice dealer cum spy's direction. What he saw made his blood boil.
Solon was closeted in a corner with a large group of Vulcans and having a rather strident whispered conversation.
“It is most fortuitous that I asked Seamus to place hidden multi-directional voice activated recorders in all of the dark corners. Now, all we have to do is wait until the event is over, remove said devise and we shall see who Solon really is.” Tyr thought fiercely.
In the meantime the Ambassador was in place. If Tyr wore a watch, he would've glanced at it. Or he would've anxiously glanced at the wall chrono. However, he just waited, chatted and waited.
”Amanda, please. I cannot continue this charade any longer. Tyr thought, impatiently.
“DADDY!” Alexander exclaimed, as he ran through the crowd, followed closely by Lysander, with Amanda bringing up the rear. Both boys cannon balled into their father, and Tyr bent and lifted one in each arm. All activity in the hall stopped as everyone exclaimed, ohhhed, ahhhed, and commented on their cuteness.And of course their remarkable resemblance to their Dad.
While this was going on, VuVu used the distraction to reach into the right pocket. She swiftly removed the discs and replaced them with the phoney ones, and was back sitting like a normal plant a second later.
Tyr held and turned both of his sons for everyone to see. Melissa Culpepper used that moment to restart her live feed and got wonderful shots of the new Nietzschean Viceroy, his twin sons, and his wives. Fortunately, Tyr was also wearing his heart melting smile at the time.
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