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“People of Nede, today marks the one-thousandth anniversary of the Emorian Empire’s foundation and the one-hundredth anniversary of my ascension to the throne. For one thousand years this planet have been united under the banner of justice, equality, and stability and for one hundred years I have held that banner with pride. You have all heard the stories of the Empire came to be, of how the nations of Nede set aside their petty differences in the face of a common foe, the Marba Republic. For centuries the Marba lived lives of excessive decadence, forcing others to create extravagant luxuries that only they were ever allowed to e

Atop a platform on the edge of a vast artificial chasm, Kara stood, handcuffed, surrounded by the holographic avatars of Sirene, Vorsch, Rankin, and CeeVee. “So, you wanted to ask me questions?” Kara asked Sirene. “Affirmative,” Sirene answered. “…Sure!” Kara sat down. “Ask all you want!” “Please get back on your feet,” Vorsch demanded. “We have specialized rooms for interrogating outsiders.” “It’s alright Vorsch,” Sirene said. “This isn’t an interrogation. Besides, we’ll still be able to record our conversation from here.

            It was midnight when two men approached Bennington Mall. The younger of the two wore a black jacket and green sunglasses while the elder, who was smoking from a pipe, was clad in a long brown coat. There was a barricade in the parking lot, but the gaping three-story hole that had been torn into the mall could still be seen.            “Identify yourselves,” an officer said as they approached the barricade.            “Louis Judah Gabriel,” the younger man answered. “Bail enforcement and fugitive recovery.”            The elder followed suit. “Cyrus Brightside, private investigator. W