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Okay, here's my latest project, the one I kept babbling about. Since I'm completely finished with the Discovery Afterburn ficlets and finished with the Unbreakable ficlets for now, I think it's time to start this latest project.

A few words first... this story has nothing to do with Star Trek. Well, almost nothing - it is the novel that is mentioned in the episode "The Royale", which is, as we all know, my favorite TNG episode.

Some disclaimery stuff: I don't own some of the characters, the novel idea comes from Paramount and I make no money with this, it's just a fan fic that is longer than my usual stuff but still by no means a really long novel.

The rating is R due to violence and language. But nothing too graphic, of course - wouldn't want to break forum rules.

It also features NO slash. Slashy behavior sometimes, definitely (hey, I wrote it! lol) but no openly gay characters and all.

Also please keep in mind that the folks in the actual TNG episode refer to this as a "badly written book". I tried my best to make it not really totally awful, but I had to fill it with clichés, stereotypical women and whatnot.

HOTEL ROYALE

A novel by Todd Matthews

(not really, it’s written by me, Mrs.Picard)

PROLOGUE

It was a dark and stormy night. No one in his or her right mind would go out at this point - or so it would have been if the dark and stormy night had been that of an ordinary American city.

But this was not an ordinary city.

This was Vegas.

A tall figure emerged from the darkness. The bright glow of the street lights lit up a face - a face that one easily forgot. Plain, bland, no big nose, no scar, no nothing.

Which was precisely why the owner of the face was always careful to keep it that way. He was aware of the fact that he would almost certainly lose his job (and most likely also his life, for he had seen too much) if his face were to be damaged in any way. The boss preferred his men's faces to be as bland as possible - just in case there were unexpected witnesses who then would have a hard time recalling the face of the killer.

The man reached inside the pocket of his coat and looked around. He was on his way to the outskirts of Vegas that were far away from the slot machines, the lights and the fancy hotels. This was his real territory - or rather, the boss’ real territory.

He pulled out his silver gun and looked at it. It was still warm from the five shots he had fired a few minutes ago. The man he had shot had been tied to a chair, so, the whole thing hadn't exactly been very exciting. He had had much more fun with the three men he had shot before that other guy.

The man smiled coldly at the memory, put the gun back into his coat and walked on. The darkness enveloped him once more, his footsteps becoming fainter and fainter.

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Good, but creepy! Can't wait to see where this goes.

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Good, but creepy! Can't wait to see where this goes.

Thank you! Hehe well I obeyed the plot the episode offered me... so we already know that someone gets shot and all... hehe. It was very fascinating to write it, though! :biggrin:

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I should look for the ep on youtube and re-watch it. I honestly don't think I've seen it in close to 15 years. :blush: I remember bits and pieces of it, but thats about all!

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I should look for the ep on youtube and re-watch it. I honestly don't think I've seen it in close to 15 years. :blush: I remember bits and pieces of it, but thats about all!

Well it's even better if you don't remember much about the episode... it's not necessary to know anything about it in order to understand what's going on in the fan fic. (I hope, at least! *lol*)

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A sinister and dark beginning to the story *note to self Don't read before bedtime* :giggle:

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A sinister and dark beginning to the story *note to self Don't read before bedtime* :giggle:

Don't worry, it won't get much darker than that... I think. :devil: :laugh: I guess I just love writing dark stuff. :devil:

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A very mysterious start. Obviously short and vague but it's a sneaky way getting a reader intrigued as to what the heck is going on. :huh: Don't know what episode this is - sorry I know thaough that it is your favourite - but the tale could be promising. Will check back to see how it develops.

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A very mysterious start. Obviously short and vague but it's a sneaky way getting a reader intrigued as to what the heck is going on. :huh: Don't know what episode this is - sorry I know thaough that it is your favourite - but the tale could be promising. Will check back to see how it develops.

Aww thank you! Hehe yes it's supposed to be mysterious. All gangsta thingy novels are mysterious like that I think. (I've actually barely read any. But ssssh, don't tell anyone! LOL!)

The Royale. It's one of the most underrated episodes ever IMO. ;)

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Stage whisper: Your secret is safe with me.

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Stage whisper: Your secret is safe with me.

*whispers back* Thank you! :giggle:

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- 1 -

"It can’t go on like this," Apone said and waved his fat hand that was holding a cigar.

"What’re we s’posed to do?" Maroon snarled. "Shoot Mickey D?"

"Don’t mention that name in here, you idiot!" Gorley hissed. "You know that his spies are everywhere!"

Apone inhaled the smoke of his cigar. "Relax, Gor. No one ain’t here but us. And we personally inspected this room before we went in."

Gorley looked around with his one eye. "I still think it’s suicide for us to even meet."

"Well, go ahead and leave if ya want Mickey D to continue to be the one who runs the whole show," Apone said calmly.

"You want him to share? He’s gonna share something with us, alright - a bunch of bullets!"

"Not if we make sure that he ain’t got no gun."

"Yeah - as if that’s likely. Mickey D without a gun. Even if - what about his men?"

"They can be dealt with."

"Oh, sure. We just ask them to leave or what?"

Apone gritted his teeth. He had had a feeling that it would not be easy to convince his two adversaries - he was in fact glad that he had even managed to get them to come here without shooting everyone in sight.

But still, they were way too afraid of Mickey D. Of course he knew what that man would do to them if he ever found out about this meeting, but really - he had no other options. His small ‘organization’ (he loved that word) was what it was: Small. He (and the two men who were sitting there with him) had no real influence on anything. In fact, they all depended on Mickey D for pretty much everything.

No fake dollars without Mickey D.

No games at the Royale without Mickey D.

No getting rid of unpleasant people without Mickey D.

Sure, it was possible to strike deals without handing Mickey D over 80 per cent of the profit - but the consequences for such actions were something that neither Apone nor the two others were inclined to face.

"Remember what happened to Flinn last night," Gor was saying. "Tried to rig a Blackjack game here at the Royale - without asking Mickey D. And now a box is his new home."

"He was a fool," Apone said.

"Yeah. And we ain’t gonna be no fools," Maroon grumbled. "I wanna live for a while, thanks."

"I’m not saying we rig something here at the Royale. Not under these circumstances."

"Then what’s your deal, anyway?" Gor asked. "You’re all big talk, but when it comes down to plans, all you do is pussyfoot around."

Apone waved his hand again. "I thought we could all come up with a few ideas."

"Right. So that, if Mickey D finds out, you can always claim we came up with the whole plan, right?"

Apone smiled coldly. "Exactly, Gor."

"No way, man. This ain’t gonna work." Maroon shook his head. "Not wi’ me, anyway."

"Fine!" Apone was losing patience - rapidly. "Then let’s just go and take care of our own damn business - which ain’t no business at all as long as Mickey D's around."

His two adversaries looked at him in silence - but neither of them moved.

"Right. Now that’s more like it."

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And so the plotting, back stabbing and shady goings on begin :devil:

I love these gangster euphamisms though .. 'And now a box is his new home' and so on ;)

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And so the plotting, back stabbing and shady goings on begin :devil:

I love these gangster euphamisms though .. 'And now a box is his new home' and so on ;)

Well, it has to be a "web of crime, corruption and deceit", after all! ;)

LOL I totally made that one up with the box, I had no idea if it would work... I'm still nowhere near a native speaker when it comes to gangster speech... but hey, I'm trying! Glad you like!!!

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Its a great start so far!

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Its a great start so far!

Thank you very much!!! Glad you like! :blush:

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"Rien ne va plus!"

‘Please... black... come on... black...’

Hudley looked at his last chips that he had just put onto the table. If he lost this game, there would be hell to pay later - for the money with which he had bought the chips had not been his. He clearly remembered the three men in their fancy black suits who had given him the small suitcase filled with dollar bills.

"Don’t forget that Mickey D always gets his money back," one of them had told him before they had opened the door for him and he had walked out of the hotel room.

Why the hell had he done that?!

Right - Gloria, his rather obnoxious wife.

He had had one hell of an argument with her... and then he had just taken all the money they had kept in their safe at home, had thrown it onto the backseat of his car and had driven to Vegas.

And then he had started gambling here at the Royale - just like back then in the good old days before he had gotten to know Gloria. And, also just like back then, he had lost all the goddamn money in no time.

He knew he could not return home without any money - Gloria would rip his head off (and something else, too). So, in his desperation, he had tried to find out who to turn to in Vegas nowadays if one needed huge amounts of money without being asked unnecessary questions.

The meeting between him and Mickey D's men had been brief - and they had made it quite clear that their boss expected to be paid back before Hudley left Vegas, or... no, he didn’t want to think about that one now.

Hudley wiped the sweat off his forehead and watched the small roulette ball.

His plan had been to gamble again and to win enough money to make Gloria happy and to pay Mickey D back.

The ball dropped into a red pocket... and remained there.

Hudley stared at his last chips as they were taken away.

Things were definitely not going according to plan.

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I think someone's going to be wearing concrete shoes and sleeping with the fishes before very much longer (dead basically) ... mind still preferable to being castrated by the furious spouse for pissing all their money away at the roulette wheel :laugh:

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I think someone's going to be wearing concrete shoes and sleeping with the fishes before very much longer (dead basically) ... mind still preferable to being castrated by the furious spouse for pissing all their money away at the roulette wheel :laugh:

I won't say anything! :biggrin: But yeah, Hudley's definitely VERY afraid of his wife. As he should be.

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Last part of chapter 1! (Almost done with introducing the characters. Quite a lot of people in this book... I'm sorry, but I had to work with what the episode gave me! *hides*)

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"And I don' wanna hear no more from you either!" Texas yelled and threw the phone onto the hook.

What was it with women, anyway? He had given his ex wife everything, hadn't he? The car (well, from time to time, at least), money, his attention, flowers, dinner invitations - all that fancy stuff women liked. And what had he gotten in return?

Right - a divorce and unreasonable demands for more and more money. The hell with her - he wasn't going to give her even more! He'd call his lawyer - but that could wait until he got back from Vegas.

Texas smiled and looked at his new car outside. First thing he had done after the divorce had been to sell their old car and buy a decent new one. And there it was now - the best car he had ever had. What made the whole thing even better was the fact that it would be his car and no one else's.

Texas walked up to the shelf in the corner of the room, took the bottle of whiskey that he had placed there earlier and walked back to the window.

It was a miracle that Teri had left him the house. After all their vicious arguments he had expected her to take it all and leave him naked on the street or something. But no, she had just taken her things and left. Hell, he'd already have forgotten about her completely if she hadn't developed that nasty habit of calling him at least twice a month, asking for more money.

Texas took a sip of whiskey and immediately felt better. The fact that he'd soon be elsewhere made him smile.

Vegas... the city of dreams and gambling... and of decent women who appreciated a nice man like him - sure, the fact that he had quite a few dollars in his pockets would help, too....

Vegas was going to be the greatest time of his life.

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:laugh: Another happy man then, though his idea of going to Vegas and speding all the money before the ex can get her hands on it is a new approach ;)

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:laugh: Another happy man then, though his idea of going to Vegas and speding all the money before the ex can get her hands on it is a new approach ;)

Hahaha yeah, that's Texas and his weird way of PWNing his nagging ex wife! :giggle:

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"Please, sir - I must ask you to leave."

Hudley gave the man a pleading look. "Let me finish this last game first, okay?"

"You have no more casino chips," the rather bland-looking man said calmly.

Hudley eyed him thoughtfully. He knew he could probably put the man to sleep with one single punch - he didn't look very strong. The only thing that made him hesitate to execute his plan were the two security bulldogs that were standing next to the man, who, Hudley remembered now, was usually working at the reception desk.

He looked at the little name badge on the man's suit. 'Asisstant Manager Anderson', it said. "Mr. Anderson, there must be another way to resolve this..."

The man smiled a bland smile. "I'm afraid not, sir. I must ask you to leave right now - or I will be forced to call the police."

"The police - oh no, that won't be necessary," Hudley said quickly - cops were the last thing he needed now. "Alright, alright, I'll go." He took a few steps back and then walked towards the Royale's revolving door.

Assistant Manager Anderson sighed.

"It's always the same with them," he said to no one in particular. "They're always so sure they'll win, and if they don't, they will just continue to gamble until they've lost everything."

"That one's in much more trouble though," Ziggy said from behind.

Anderson turned around and looked at the man who usually handled the craps table. "Why?"

"Because I saw him a few nights ago - he came out of one of Mickey D's places."

Anderson raised his eyebrows. "In that case, he's going to lose much more than money."

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:shock: He's going to lose more than money alright, especially, if as I suspect, it wasn't money that was his to lose in the first place.

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:shock: He's going to lose more than money alright, especially, if as I suspect, it wasn't money that was his to lose in the first place.

Yeah, it wasn't his money at all... and yes, he will lose more than money. ;)

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