Some of the wealthy have joked about being able to murder in broad daylight, and still get away with it. Sadly, it's true. They do it constantly, and they don't even have to use guns. They just use their money. Anyway, Merry Christmas!
A Drogar family on Taloren was just sitting down to eat their nightly meal when the program they were watching on the screen next to them switched to an emergency newscast. On the screen, a Drogar with buffed scales and a clean, formal robe smiled at the camera kindly. It felt as though he was in t
The rage in her eyes were as clear as day. “These people attacked the Great Lacroseth Repository of Future Visions of all places! Their statement regarding this attack was simply that the Future was an affront to the glory of the Imperium’s past.” The reporter shook his head at the absurdity of it
Each of them screamed of a promise that was left unfulfilled. “From seeing all this death and mayhem, a question nags at us. To what end do any of these attacks accomplish? Today, we can show you the footage we recorded when we went to ask that very question after the attack.” The reporter stepped
Raucous cheers swelled all around the stands at the Viper Pit. The crowd went wild as a couple of top tier duelists began to exchange blows down below. Up on the screens above, their fight cards were plain for all to see. --- Rank: 2nd Tier, 7th Seed Win Streak: 9 Odds: 1.18:1 KO Bonus: +2 ---
“It was all destined to end at some point,” said Severas. “Perhaps it does not have to,” interjected Miko. “What, you want us to stay here?” asked Eva. “I’ll be a professional Duelist, and you can be Szereth’s arms designer? Is that what you mean?” Szereth perked up at the idea, but did his best
The two of them glanced at each other quickly, and their eyes went wide in mutual realization. They could publish the footage of their morally grey work in the Empire! Probably. Hopefully. But they decided not to bring it up and kept quiet for now. “Hmm, combined with your Duelist persona, there
Retholis eased himself into a chair. It was the exact same one that he sat on when he accepted Admiral Chase’s formal surrender. In front of him was the exact same table, and the room was also the exact same. The difference now however, was that he and his officers were seated on one half of the ci
“Life keeps on going, with or without sacrifice,” he replied. “Regardless, since I can’t seem to sway you, then I accept the terms as current.” A large hologram of the terms of their agreement appeared in the space at the very middle. Every single one of its clauses was easily seen and easily read.