Sorry for the delay!

[suenix]

Apologies to kixxa. I finished the Rygelton
story on time but forgot to post the silly thing before I left town.

So as a penance , I have avoided reading any of the stories till I posted mine.

Kixxa asked for Rygel on a Diagnosan ordered "diet'.
This is what my twisted little mind came up with.

Hope you like it. I had fun with it none the less.

Thanks hobsonphile for the assignment. ( and the extension)


It was GOOD to be dominar. Rygel had come though cycles of struggle to regain hs throne. And he was enjoying himself now. There was no pleasure that him denied himself. He partook of the finest liquors and delicacies. He took his fill of willing females with complete abandon. There was no expense spared in his personal upkeep either, an army of attendants saw to his every need.

He thought over his recent past. He had once been forced to compromise his desires in every possible way. He had to live and WORK with all those farbot creatures on Moya! He had suffered countless indignities and actual assaults upon his person. It was shocking to him now, the myriad ways in which he had lowered himself in order to survive. But that was then.

Since his overthrow of his worthless cousin , he now held sway over his home world and it’s star system. New planets were , even now, vying with each other to join his government. His power was complete , and the benefits were vast. He was vindicated and highly satisfied with his lot. All his subjects rushed to obey his every dictate. He reveled in his license and power.

It was a busy life he now led. There were countless duties , large and small , that required his attention. And his formal coronation was fast approaching. Guests were coming from all parts of the galaxy. There would be entertainments and feasts for a full two weekens. There was much maneuvering for invitations and favors . Tributes were arriving every solar day.

But one such gift surpassed all the others. An consortium of citizens had commissioned the restoration of Dominar Rygel the First’s coronation robes. Royal ladies had rewoven the silks. Dozens of highly skilled tailors lent their skills to it’s reconstruction. The royal vaults had been combed to yield up it loveliest gems to adorn the garments. All the planets citizens waited with anticipation to see the results.

Rygel sat with his social secretary going over some additions to the guest list. “ I see that my idiot aunt has insisted that all her children attend the banquet . ” “ Yes , your excellency , all 25 of them ” she replied. “ Ludicrous!” he exclaimed “ Only the oldest 10 will be admitted. Any thing else ?” She shook her head . “Very well then, send in the next appointment. Who is waiting ?” The aide checked her data pad. “ The Diagnosian , sire and his assistant. “This cannot be good ‘ he thought to himself. “ Well , send them in and leave me “

Rygel began to pace across the beautiful carpet. He scoffed at his increasing nervousness. After all, his power was complete. He held unquestioned sway over his entire home world. He feared no one. Well almost no one. Well , there was ONE being that he feared . One being that held the power to issue orders that he had no choice but to obey. And that one was entering his chamber.

Ducot the Diagnosian entered in his usual chittering manner, his translator, a young hynerian named Jenso at his side. As they moved into the room, Rygel drew himself up and addressed them, “ You have something to tell me ?. ” He tried to glower but only succeeded in looking pained.

‘Your highness the Diagnosian has some rather disturbing results from your last scan. We have found dangerous levels of a strange element in your body, clorium. This substance is very dangerous to a Hynerian. And we are afraid that if action is not taken right away it could lead to a incredible increase in your weight. You could double in size within the weeken.” Jenso exclaimed. “ The result of this sort of rapid growth is nearly always followed by a decline in , ah , sexual prowess and well, potency. It has also been known to cause symptoms resembling dementia.”

“Is it reversible ?’ Rygel cried, wringing his hands. “What can be done ? It is less than 2 weekens till hundreds of guests begin arriving ! I can’t revceive them as a gibbering , impotent fool. There isn’t even enough time to alter the royal robes! This is a nightmare!”

Docot began to chatter and gesture. “ There is one experimental treatment that has had some success.” He hesitated. “But it does require a bit of discomfort and three full days of seclusion. The arrangements could begin as soon as tomorrow”

“ Tell me everything’ Rygel said.

“You must ingest a special breed of genetically altered nanites. They remain alive inside your body for 2 and on half solar days. Their sole diet is clorium and they are voracious eaters. They will literally clean your body of the substance , from the inside out. They must , then , be expelled through your various orifices. You should remain in quarantine throughout the procedure.” Jenso explained.

Rygel shook his head in disgust . “Was there no end to the trails he must face ? “ he thought. “ Very well , make the preparations”

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Rygel’s coronation day dawned clear and bright. The palace and it grounds were covered in hordes of richly dressed guests of all types.
They mingled and craned their various kinds of necks to take it the the scene. The Great hall was beautifully decorated and the banquets laid out with care .
Drink flowed along with the conversation. The mood was was as bright as the suns overhead. The hour of the ceremony approached. There was only one thing missing. The guest of honor Rygel the 16th. ( and now 18th) was late.

In the hallway outside the Royal Chamber, a small party gathered. They watched as the attendants rushed in and out. John Crichton stood with the others from Moya with amused look on his face. “ Who woulda thunk it ? “ he said “Old Sparky wins in the end. Look at all this !” He turned to look at the approaching figure.

“You can enter now” the servant said with a small bow.

John raised his eyebrows and threw a small grin at Aeryn who rolled her eyes back at him. Chiana and Dargo both smiled at them and moved to the door. Inside, greetings and small gifts were exchanged by each person and the future Hynerian Monarch in turn. Rygel took a moment to look them each over before he spoke with each.

When John took his place , he laughed at the stern expression on the wily
old Hynerian’s face . “ Hey Buckwheat , Why so uptight ? Things must be going great for you. What ? All worn out by the party preparations ?

“Crichtion , you have no idea. “


Suenix

Comments

[kixxa.livejournal.com]

Well, I never dreamed of this kind of scenario when I made the request. That's the most exciting part, seeing how other writers interpret the requests. Never knowing what you're going to receive when you click on the link...the great unveiling.

Yes, this was twisted and lovely, and for our loveable Dominar, ultimately uncomfortable. Poor Rygel. He does suffer for his people, doesn't he? *g*

Thanks so much, Suenix.

And, I didn't mind the wait at all. *g*

[suenix.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like it.
I will admit a little trepidation being asked to write
something funny for the Queen of farscape comedy
fic. But , hey , a little fear never hurt anyone right?

suenix

[kixxa.livejournal.com]

Fear can be your friend! *she says in a dead-pan voice*

(((hugs)))