The Daily Republic: The Long Night Has Passed

News is spreading throughout the Republic that General Despil, of the former Courts of Chaos, infiltrated the Amber lunar base, Mirelle, and fired the main gun upon the Senate Building, wounding hundreds.

Due to the brave efforts of many, Despil was forced to retreat and the base personnel were rescued before he could inflict further malice or invade Amber City.

However, this incursion into the heart of the great Shadow Republic has forced senators to reconsider the effectiveness of security and protection from further criminal threats. The Senate majority group, New World Order, has stated that it will debate several issues the day after the Amber coronation which will decisively determine the best course of action for the good of the Republic. Relocating the Senate to Ygg will again come before the Senate, as will the creation of a Republic Defense Force to replace the scandal ridden Jedi Order, which of late includes criminal charges against Master Benedict and other Jedi.

A heroes ceremony will be held the day after Prince Eric is crowned King of Amber. It will be held in the Senate Plaza outside where the Senate Building was blasted.

Further news may be found at our site.
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The Daily Republic: Rebma Establishes Director of Special Projects in Archeology

A small formal ceremony in Rebma Castle is held to announce Lysalas as the Director of Special Projects in Archeology for the Crown of Rebma. The elite of Rebmian social society, Republic researchers, and others have been invited to attend the event.

Of special note, is that Lysalas is non-Rebmian, which breaks with Rebmian traditions. However, when questioned the Minister of Internal Affairs commented that "While Rebma is renown for its educated professional, there are occasions when outsiders do meet its expectations and hope that Director Lysalas will perform to Rebma's satisfaction."
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The Daily Republic: Going to Glory?

A picture of a beautiful woman in her late 20's dressed in green and silver with shoulder length blonde hair and dazzling smile appears with her name below on the vid, 'Moreena Dacton.'

In a trained female media voice she begins, "Good day. I'm Moreena Dacton and you're watching The Daily Republic. Earlier today in Shadow Kashfa we interviewed the up and rising actor, Falkner Hesperia Veranth who wanted to share his opinions regarding the return of Eric of Amber."

Falkner is dressed in a casual suite with a silk shirt of crimson and loose fitting black pants. His green hair is tied back but not in a braid. He has 5 o'clock shadow on his face and his skin is tan. Since he had been fencing etc. he has had a fencing foil hung at his side.

Moreena: "You support the return to power by the recently returned Eric of Amber. To what Golden Age do you perceive him as achieving in this vastly different social-political climate?"

Falkner: He smirks and puts on his best smile, "Well Moreena, Eric held Amber even through a time of great turmoil. The late King Oberon had gone missing, and instead of heading off to explore the cosmo's Eric stayed to do what needed to be done. He ruled Amber, and ruled it well. The man was beset by his brothers, and wasn't in favor in Rebma, but he had the guts to not give in, hell he even spared his brother's life when Corwin and Bleys most assuredly would have taken his. Eric was merciful, a good ruler and someone not affraid to fight on the battlefield even when the forces of chaos came at Amber."

Moreena: "So you believe that Eric's presence will stabilize the region?"

Falkner: "Yes Moreena, I do."

Moreena: "How do you believe Eric's presence will affect the member nations of the Republic, or even your home of Rebma?"

Falkner: "I think there will certainly need to be a time for adjustment, as any change would. As far as Rebma, times have changed, hopefully this time around Eric will realize support from Rebma would help smooth things over greatly."

Moreena: She smiles, "Thank you for your time, Mr. Hesperia Veranth, better known to many as, Falkner. This is Moreena Dacton, from The Daily Republic signing off."
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The Daily Republic: Senate at a Stand Still

With the Senate divided almost entirely in half over a number of issues regarding the present and future state of the Republic, Supreme Chancellor Martin called a recess of one month's time, hoping to give both sides the opportunity to cool their jets and open their minds to alternate perspectives.

Topics such as the parasite menace, fear of rogue Jedi, conspiracy theories, and heightened criminal activity on the edge of Republic Shadowspace has increased political tension throughout the member Shadow nations, pushing available resources to their record limits.
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The Daily Republic: Conspiracy Conjectured on Shadow Avernus

MARLA CARRE: Scandal rocked the journalistic and entertainment worlds last night on the distant Shadow of Avernus, as both the notable Focus columnist Helena Shevala and famous singer Cara Sylvain reach the headlines in a very different fashion than before. As reported by our Avernus correspondent, Phil Phlannery.

PHIL PHLANNERY [in a snobby British accent]: It is a shocking story, Marla, for its unexpectedness if nothing else. Who knew that the serene and lovely countenance of the delightful Helena Shevala could hide such scandal? And famous singer Cara Sylvain’s name doesn’t avoid a splash in the mud this morning, either.

Phlannery walks over to stand in front of an elaborately decorated hotel entrance.

"It all began as a peaceful day. Sunny, as are all days here on the rocky and harsh world of Avernus, here at the well-reputed Vermilion Palace Hotel in Mos Jesby. The Vermilion Palace is the recently completed hotel and casino complex funded by Prince Bleys of Amber, Avernus’ chief benefactor.

"Sylvain, invited here to Avernus purportedly as Prince Bleys’ special guest, was planning a special concert, despite the cancellation of her most recent tour due to unspecified personal reasons. Reports indicate that Prince Bleys himself requested the concert, at a dinner the night before, which included another special guest to Avernus, Helena Shevala.

Cut to view of the amphitheater in the Vermilion Palace, as well as stock images of Cara performing at various concerts during the voiceover.

"The next day, after a schedule full of meetings with people with questionable reputations, we catch up with both women at Sylvain’s concert, where witnesses recount Shevala danced with someone whose description matches that of the renowned Master Dworkin of Amber. Their dance was interrupted by one of Sylvain’s security personnel, who spent some time talking to them before returning to his duties. Unconfirmed reports indicate that the security person in question now claims to be a Jedi Knight by the name of Aidan De’Eain, and had met with Shevala several times earlier that day.

"In the same vein, Sylvain herself drew a number of whispers when she performed a lap dance while singing her infamous ‘Taboo’ to none other than Prince Bleys himself during the concert. This in front of Sylvain’s long-time lover, Senator Marcus Grakt of Shadow Tara, causing many to conjecture that their relationship is on the rocks. Grakt tried to re-establish his position right after the concert, meeting with her privately as well as having a public dance. This move seems to have had limited success, as the fickle songstress was seen later that evening having dinner with another recent arrival on Avernus – King Rinaldo of Kashfa.

Cut to a slow pan of the street in front of the Palace. "Shevala and Dworkin then went for a walk after the concert. None can say exactly what they spoke of, but guesses can be made by the events that followed shortly after returning to the Palace for a dinner meeting with De’Eain in the hotel’s restaurant.

Cut back to Phlannery sitting at a booth in the Palace restaurant. "The three sat here, ordering a variety of meals including barbecued ribs for Master Dworkin. Sylvain was sitting only a small distance away over there." He points to another table. "What followed is an unprecedented series of events that led to the arrest and detention of Rinaldo, Shevala, and De’Eain, as well as a warrant issued for Sylvain’s arrest for conspiracy against the Republic after she blasted out of Avernus aboard her private ship.

"During dinner, witnesses report that Master Dworkin became more and more agitated with Shevala and De’Eain. Several outbursts, including the remark that he was going to ‘Crush the life’ out of De’Eain, as well as calling him a ‘slimy double-dealing son of a red-head’ were overheard by many present in the restaurant. What exactly Dworkin had against De’Eain had not become clear, however, when suddenly Dworkin passed out, slumping over the table in a fit some witnesses report was similar to the way other Jedi have been acting since the introduction of the parasite into the Republic.

Cut to a view of a sterile hallway with several plain doors. "Master Dworkin was rushed here, to the medical facilities in the Vermilion Palace. He was accompanied, along with the medical personnel, by Shevala, De’Eain, and Sylvain. So here you have Sylvain and Shevala, two people who were seen having a private dinner with Prince Bleys the night before. Along with De’Eain, who has had several dealings with Shevala and currently works for Sylvain, and King Rinaldo of Kashfa, who has an apparent interest in Sylvain.

Cut back to Phlannery, still in the restaurant. "Dworkin was taken safely out of De’Eain’s hands and put into the care of medical personnel. Reports indicate that De’Eain waited outside the door, under guard, while King Rinaldo visited with his kinsman, and Shevala and Sylvain left for another private meeting with Prince Bleys. But when Shevala returned, she and De’Eain had the audacity to ask to see Dworkin. They were refused.

"Official reports of the Marines on duty indicate that both De’Eain and Shevala became belligerent at that point, demanding to see Dworkin. King Rinaldo attempted to mediate, and Sylvain returned to the scene to join in on the demands to see Dworkin. De’Eain then verbally assaulted the officer on duty, prompting the arrest of all the involved parties.

Cut back to Phlannery standing at the mouth of a dark tunnel. "De’Eain, Shevala, Sylvain, and Rinaldo were taken to one of the underground tunnels leading to the detention area maintained by Bleys for the marines he trains for Amber. A tunnel very similar to this one. Long, dark, cold at night, it can be a frightening place. What happened exactly in the tunnel is uncertain, as reports conflicts and no official word on questioning the prisoners has been issued. What we know is only this.

"While being taken for processing for their behavior in the restaurant and outside the medical facility, Shevala, clearly in a state of hysteria, admitted that the group was involved in a conspiracy against the Republic, also implicating Prince Bleys. She began threatening the guards, resulting in her being physically restrained. At this time, De’Eain apparently tried to engineer an escape, attacking a marine and taking possession of his weapon. It was at this time that forces hired by Sylvain blasted into the detention area, shooting several marines and allowing Sylvain to escape. However, King Rinaldo, Shevala, and De’Eain, who had been wounded during his attempted escape, were left behind and are now in custody. Sylvain, who blasted away in her ship, has been listed as one of the Republic’s most wanted.

"So what is this conspiracy that has been brewing here on Avernus between Sylvain, Shevala, Rinaldo, and Bleys? Where is Bleys, now that his co-conspirators are under wraps? Was Sylvain allowed to escape in the hopes that she would lead Republic forces to find the missing Prince? Who is De’Eain and what will the Jedi have to say about an imposter claiming to be a Jedi who also was carrying a lightsaber, which is a restricted weapon. None can say for sure, until the prisoners have been questioned, and higher authorities are able to get to the bottom of these incidents.

"And as for Dworkin? Dworkin is still resting comfortably in the Palace’s medical facilities, none the worse for wear. I’ll be here with the latest as it happens, Marla. This is Phil Phlannery on Avernus."

MARLA: Thank you, Phil. Indeed a shocking and curious set of events, as well as a sad blow to the entertainment and journalistic worlds today. Just as a further note on that story, in an unprecedented move, Supreme Chancellor Martin has authorized the use of bounty hunters in the hunt for Sylvain. As you know, the use of bounty hunters by the Republic has never before been legalized. We’ll keep you updated on the status of the hunt, as it progresses.
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Idle Chatter

Here are a number of things commonly mentioned by people here and there.

"Did you hear that? They're raising the bounty on those traitors? 1,000,000,000 Republic credits on each head for that Cara Sylvain, Helena Shevala, and Aidan De'Eain. Holy Unicorn, I'm going to sign up to be a bounty hunter!" "They'll never pay it. I hear the Senate is on the brink of collapse with all the spending they make for their luxury trips and hordes of retainers. They'll keep you buried in forms and you'll never see one Credit!"

"So that Unicorn Priest was murdered because he knew who was gonna take King Random? Why didn't they just kidnap the priest? And more, how'd he know?" "I bet the whole Church knows who's behind the plot to take down King Random's regime. And that Gerard guy hasn't been leaning on it so my bet is that he's in on things too."

"You know, the Jedi, they've been around for a while. I think they deserve more respect. Maybe we can pay taxes to help them. Their religion is way better than any I've come across in Shadow." "You're an idiot. The Jedi are nothing more than genetically bred super soldiers who will one day lock us mundanes up for the wants of the Supreme Chancellor. You'll see. I'm moving in a year. You better too."

"That King Corwin is so dreamy. I would love to marry him." "Wake up. He's in love his with brother, King Random. That's why he's off looking for Random instead of helping Prince Gerard with Amber."

 

"Did you hear about the homicide after that duel in Avalon?" "No!" "Yeah, that Johan guy bested some noble and then later on finished the guy off. Avalon people are mad as hell. I wouldn't want to be Johan for all the Credits in the Multiverse." "I can't believe it. He's a writer, not a murderer."

"Texorami's got the best casino--" "No, Bleys' Vermilion Palace does--" "Not after those Jedi messed with it. We all know what really happened. King Rinaldo was holding something over that Master Benedict so he got the Jedi to fake a battle right in the middle of the new Vermilion Palace and now no one wants to visit Avernus. Clever guy that Rinaldo is." "But that doesn't help Kashfa's situation, does it?" "Sure it does. Rinaldo was chief in helping Texorami upgrade. They are in it together. Rinaldo and Random, who owns most of Texorami, have been silent business partners for ages. It's a sore spot for Bleys, but who cares. I'm going to have a great time in Texorami. It's not so darn hot there and there are no Jedi."

"Hey, where can I go to get the best, you know, stuff for my money?" "If you are talking about drugs, go to Avalon. They have connections with everyone. And a fresh supply of mercenaries too from what I hear, just in case you need some help moving things." "Thanks!"

"Read the news! That whole family on Shadow Tara is a mess. Trying to take control of the government by letting a bio-engineered plague loose and then coming to the rescue with a cure. How low!" "Yeah, but fortunately Count Marcus Grakt intervened. He's one of the most respected senators around. But he's been gone from the Senate for a while. His power there has likely weakened." "Tara is a nice break from the fast pace, but yeah, I bet his opposition hasn't let up. Let's hope for the best." "I'm hoping that artificial plague doesn't hit anywhere else."
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The Daily Republic: Riots on Avernus>

Vandalism, brutality, and water riots on Shadow Avernus have forced the Republic to send a small fleet to investigate the disturbances. Witnesses state that the trouble is centered around a group of rogue Jedi. Master Benedict had no comment at this time.
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The Daily Republic (Sports Column): The Great Pod Race

At the sound of the starting whistle and to a loud crescendo of cheering from the packed stands, the cluster of 16 pods shoots away from the starting line, swirling a cloud of dust about the runway and disappearing from sight within seconds. The crowd, some too excited to sit, turns as one to the two large viewscreens, each the size of a movie screen and divided into four sections, where strategically placed cameras along the racecourse broadcast the race.

The pods skim the rough terrain at breakneck speed, thin trails of dust following them like half-hearted pennons. They first move as a pack, but as the first burst of speed levels out, the field of vehicles begins to stretch, slower pods being easily left behind. Greazybastard quickly gains a place within the front, jockeying for third position as the race passes through the beginning stage over open ground, then into a series of canyons, forcing the positions to remain fixed in the narrow flyways. Scarlet Slipper takes position in the middle of the pack with four other pods, the remaining vehicles trailing out behind in a loose line of twos or ones.

Sounds of side-betting going on, the way people previously complaining about the heat now watched the race with no concern for the sun beating on their heads, the constant comparison of pod design and racing skills going on as individuals regale their companions about the various merits of their favorites. Greazybastard is named often, apparently a favorite in the crowd.

The pods zip and swerve expertly through the narrow canyons into a slightly wider area near the exit, mostly narrowly missing the walls until number four pod, a large white and orange affair, misjudges the width of one area and tries to pass Greazybastard. With a puff of flame and a cloud of debris, the pod skims too close to the canyon wall and impacts with a small outcropping. Greazybastard swerves away, avoiding damage and continuing to closely follow the two leaders. The other pods following are forced to fly through the resultant flying pod parts though, one of which hits the number six pod, causing another casualty as the pod spins out of control and careens into the opposite wall, the forward momentum throwing the debris up over the canyon wall and into the plain ahead. Scarlet Slipper gains the number six spot, keeping close to the slim fuschia and purple pod in the number five spot.

Tearing ones attention away from Scarlet Slipper's near demise, you notice Greazybastard, seeing that the frontrunners have reached the caves and are dancing around pillars of stone, ignoring each other in favor of personal survival. No pods are lost this first time through the cave, and you can hear a few exclamations of relief over the survival of various drivers. The pods all scream over the final flat area, the sounds of the crowd growing as they approach, and as a group the audience turns its attention away from the screens and to the courtyard, cheering on their favorites as the pods appear, zoom past, and are gone again, each in sight for less than a minute.

The second lap begins with ferocious competition for the third and fourth place slots. Scarlet Slipper begins moving up, showing more staying power than others in its pack. Greazybastard also begins to move up on the two leaders, pulling nearly even to the number two pod and racing over the plain neck-and-neck, almost too close for the observers' comfort, heading quickly towards the mouth of the canyons. The green and gold pod in second place suddenly swerves over, attempting to push Greazybastard off to the side and into the fast-approaching wall of rock. But apparently seeing the move coming, Greazybastard also swerves, towards the competitor. The two pods clash together, a collective gasp going up from the crowd as the two pod racers play chicken with the canyon wall and each other, pods scraping and screeching against each other. Tension peaks as the rival pod, mere seconds away from oblivion, suddenly brakes desperately, leaving Greazybastard a clear shot at the canyon mouth. He shoots in without contest while the pods behind them swerve madly to avoid the now almost-still previous holder of the number two slot. The driver kicks his pod back into motion, now in last place.

One more pod is lost in the intricate twists and turns of the canyons, striking a glancing blow off of a looming pillar and spinning helplessly into the side of the canyon and bouncing back and forth between the walls for several seconds before finally lodging into a sand-filled crevice. The other stragglers quickly pass the wreckage, following the leaders, Greazybastard in second place and Scarlet Slipper holding a close third as they zoom through the caves. Another pod, taking advantage of the slight speed decrease of the leaders through the dark and dangerous cave, moves up and passes Scarlet Slipper, edging near Greazybastard as the group bursts from the cave and again flashes over the plain towards the stadium courtyard, whizzing through to another cheer, and disappearing from sight in an eyeblink.

As the second lap ends, a fight breaks out over an insult about one of the pods. Their attention is dragged away briefly from the drama on the screen as the two participants are quickly joined by others ready for a release of excitement and tension from the race. The argument is immediately transformed into a humanoid and alien pile-up, shouting and screaming, arms and legs flailing, their whole section of the stand turning its attention from the distant pods as things heat up right nearby. The fight is some distance off, but Stadium Security, a mismatched bunch of aliens in armored uniforms bearing blasters and shock sticks appears quickly, races past their little group and begins unpiling combatants, using any force necessary to subdue the disturbance.

Most of the spectators turn their attention back to the racing action, leaving the security grunts to their work, to find that the pod positions had changed very little during the short distraction. As the pods near the end of the stretch of canyons, Greazybastard in second and Scarlet Slipper in fourth, something goes wrong with the first place pod. The cameras show it seem to cough, then sputter, and then it slows dramatically, coming to a full halt and settling to the sand within moments. The other three pods speed past the unlucky one without hesitation, Greazybastard now out in front as they head towards the caves.

All three frontrunners keep their speed at maximum as they enter the caves, swerving and diving around rock formations, taking chances now on the last lap, as the race nears its dramatic end. None of the spectators pay any attention to the other pods now, all eyes fixed on the darkened screen showing bits and pieces of action from the poorly lit cave. A flash of light illuminates the screen abruptly, showing a momentary ball of fire and more flying debris, then Greazybastard and Scarlet Slipper shoot out of the caves almost even, and enter the final level stretch of the race, neither gaining any advantage over the other for several agonizing moments.

In the stands, the spectators take up a long and unbroken cheer as the leading pods break into the last leg of the race. The noise begins rising towards a peak as they turn their attention from the screen to the long runway leading again to the courtyard in front of the stands and the finish line, all looking for the first sight of the winning pod. As the two leading pods skim towards the finish, Greazybastard's driver suddenly swerves his pod over and rams into Scarlet Slipper attempting to push the other pod into a pillar of rock jutting into the race course. Scarlet Slipper skitters away from the other pod, losing a few meters as it swerves around the spike of rock, then zooms back towards the finish line, trying to make up for lost time.

Suddenly, Scarlet Slipper kicks in an unexpected burst of speed, abruptly shooting forward, catching up to and passing Greazybastard, and leaving the third place pod flatfooted. Taken by surprise, Greazybastard swerves crazily in a desperate attempt to take out the challenger, too sharply it turns out, as one of the pod's levitators hits the ground a glancing blow. The part is instantly shredded at the high speed, sending a hail of metal flying into the air as the cockpit of the pod continues to shoot forward. The screams in the crowd rise to greater pitch as the people ecstatically cheer on the winner, Scarlet Slipper, who sails past the stands, the driver lifting a hand in triumph as the pod slows, zooming around the corner, the green and gold pod taking second. Greazybastard's cockpit, carried by momentum down the runway and across the finish line, takes a nominal third place, the remaining survivors limping in after.
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The Daily Republic (Gossip Column): Sylvain Spottings

Reports from the streets in New York on Shadow Earth are that the fugitive superstar, Cara Sylvain, was seen being hustled into the offices of her attorneys under the watchful eye of Stalmos Tremane and heavy security late last night. Security is tight in and around the building and the only word from the people answering calls is "Beyond the statement issued by Bryce Garabaldi, we have no comment"

Cara Sylvain's personal transport was spotted in the Ygg sector by an alert traveler who wishes to remain anonymous this afternoon. It is believed she is heading there to meet with members of her management team and a group of financial backers.
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The Daily Republic: Official Press Release (CSFA)

I would like to start out by saying that myself and millions of others throughout the Republic are shocked, appalled and dismayed at recent events on Avernus and statements that have been issued by both Regent Gerard of Amber and Supreme Chancellor Martin. We find it distressing how quickly they have turned on their own with absolutely no evidence beyond the word of four Amber Marines whose behavior is suspect at best. Frankly, we expected better.

As Ms Sylvain risks incarceration or even death at the hands of unscrupulus bounty hunters questionably authorized by Supreme Chancellor Martin if she were to defy the counsel of her attornies and come forward to speak for herself, and since the statements of her lawyers are being ignored by those in authority, I have been selected to come forward at this time and make a statement on behalf of her supporters.

Cara has given much to the Republic; her time and energy and not to mention profits. Even her detractors have to agree to at least that much. She risked her life by crossing the Wiermonken blockades around Amber more than once to get in and give concerts to raise troop morale-at the request of a member of Amber's royal family. When she wasn't there, she was out giving concerts to raise money for the Widows and Orphans' War Fund for a world that she wasn't even a citizen of because she *thought* she had friends there.

Obviously the standard definition of 'friend' does not hold in Amber. Every time she agrees to perform at the request of one of the royal family of Amber, she loses money. Lately the price has been much higher. She was honored and excited to be invited to perform at the Republic Celebration not all that long ago. It was there, as I have learned recently, that she was infected with the same parasite that many others were at that time. It was that infection that led to her forced haitus from performing. A physican ordered hiatus that she willing broke because General Bleys, yet another member of Amber's royal family to make such a request, asked her to give a concert at his establishment, a selfless act which has now ended with the high price of the loss of her freedom and good name.

Be aware, those who have the authority to correct this heinous situation, that we will not sit still and silent while a *Jedi*, a respected member of the *press* and citizen of Rebma, *the* most famous entertainer in the entire Republic, *and* a*ruling Monarch* of a world supposedly friendly with Amber are so grossly maligned and falsely imprisoned. Frankly, we are amazed that Kashfa is not mustering at Avernus's borders for this insult to King Rinaldo and, by extension, themselves.

Queen Coral has our sympathies and support.

Prince Bleys, wherever you are-for you have been strangely silent through all this - many with travel plans and reservations to the Vermillion Palace are cancelling even now-including myself. Word has already spread throughout the entertainment industry to avoid Avernus at all costs or risk suffering the same fate at the hands of overzealous Amber Marines. If you can tear yourself away from whatever is so pressing that this is being allowed to continue under your very nose and check your booking schedule for the coming months, you will see over a dozen future cancellations as of this morning. We really must insist that the Marines in quesiton be investigated as a whole for accusing a *Jedi* of subversion; an act that reeks of corruption that likely extends to the very heart of Amber's military. It is our contention that a full formal investigation needs to be made as soon as possible.

I am also personally aware of several thousand pieces of mail from others voicing their protests that is already heading for Avernus, Amber and the offices of the Supreme Chancellor. Until this is resolved and apologies issued for this slander, Cara's legion of fans outside of Amber will be boycotting any and all Amber trade goods and if you think that is something to sneeze at, Prince Gerard, I can provide you with hard numbers of the membership of her official fan club alone. We're talking millions and quite a few of them are people in positions of power and influence on their home worlds. Decison making power. Political power, Supreme Chancellor, that is not limited to the Esteemed Senator from Tara. What Cara's fans in Amber will be doing, well, I can only guess. But as they are in the same place as the ones who can put a stop to this madness, I can guarentee it will be both visible and vocal with a few aims where it will hurt-to the economy. If the situation weren't so serious it would be laughable.

Cara Sylvain has been very vocal in her support of the Republic for years and for anyone to believe she was knowingly involved in activites to subvert the Republic is simply absurd. Clearly her accusers have their own agendas and are using Cara and the other wrongly accused to distract authorities from their own activites.

Bryce Garabaldi President CSFA
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The Daily Republic: Various1

Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 22:17:51 -0500

Senate Battles

Earlier today the Supreme Chancellor, Martin of Rebma and Amber, broke through his coma. His physicians believe that he should make a full recovery within the next few weeks. News of the Supreme Chancellor's health has sent stocks soaring in the Republic and Trade Federation markets. However, some within the Senate are pessimistic that the young Supreme Chancellor can resolve the internal conflicts between Republic Fundamentalists and New Order Thinkers. Some believe that the vote over where the Republic Senate's location was rigged and that Amber corruption was the cause preventing the Republic from evolving into a stronger and more enlightened system in Ygg.

Black Days on Tara

In other news, Republic pathogenic investigators believe that the recent deadly plague on Shadow Tara was perhaps biological warfare rather than a natural event. Further tests are being conducted, but the strain shows signs of bacteria not native to Tara's ecosystem. The quarantine continues until investigators can completely isolate and eradicate the plague.

Stolen History

The search for the missing Sword of Chaos continues. Today, Master Benedict assigned a group of Jedi Knights to search and recover the missing museum piece. A 3 million Republic Credit reward for handing in both the sword and the thief responsible has been issued. Please be sure to contact your local Republic officer for details.

Amber Status

Where in the multiverse is King Random? King Corwin of Shadow Pariz is leading a search throughout Shadow to locate his missing sibling for the sake of Amber. Admiral Gerard of Amber has claimed temporary regency over Amber at this time until Random returns alive, or until another heir may be named should Random not be found within five years time.

Reactions to The Parasite Menace

Uproar in the Senate earlier today as a handful of senators claim to have been poisoned by Amber in retaliation for their views to open Tir-Na Nog'th mines to all members of the Republic. Senator Koresh is leading the charge, claiming that while at the 400th year Republic Birthday Party that many of his colleagues were poisoned with a parasite that has left his wife in critical condition. Senator Koresh is seeking a full investigation and restrictions on Amber to be temporarily stripped of its voting powers until the matter has been settled and an antidote distributed.

Top physicians remaining in Amber have been forced to present their data to the Senate indicating that the organism is foreign to Amber and any known within the Republic biological archives. The organism bonds with the nervous system (at the base of the spine) of an individual. For most it seemingly lies dormant, but for some it causes pain, emotional or irrational responses, and for a handful it has induced blackouts and paralysis.

Queen Xanieas remarked to Senator Koresh's allegations with the following, "When madness rules our judgement, a terrible fate awaits us. Let the answers be found."
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The Daily Republic: What Are They Teaching Children Nowadays?

By Johan Bek

The Jedi Knights, an organization funded by public taxation, seem to be teaching their cadets the fine arts of dissipation, destruction, and drunkenness courtesy of the Princess Florimel.

After the abortive "Birthday Party of the Republic", Jedi Cadet D'Eain was treated to a very vigourous night on the town. There have been rumours of the Princess's influence over the Order in the past, but now she seems more than willing to come out in the open. Are her plans coming to fruition?

What would happen if the elite arbitrators of the Republic were tempted away from their vows? Even the APPEARANCE of such tarnishes their reputation and hurts the Republic. After all, the Senate is simply a market of law; something that is now biting us in the back with the apparent crimes of Mr. DuBuis, who probably owns half of the Senators. The Jedi are the last defense of the citizens of the Republic. If they are turned into Flora's bodyservants, how long will it be before the Hutts and the Trade Federation move in?

Will the whims of royalty really destroy the innocent young Jedi? I for one certainly hope not.
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The Republic Birthday Party!

The 400 year Republic Birthday Party is in Amber City, and then some. This includes events such as live entertainment, food, games, and shopping in Forest Arden, the Western Marches, the Amber Beach, and the Garnath Valley.

The space and seaports are hectic. Customs seems to take forever, but once through your characters are greeted with open arms and loud music and people. There are public information booths and Amber City Security Officers available to help guide people to and from their destinations. Plenty of speedercabs are about. Also, horses and speederbikes for rental.

The big event is the Birthday Bash at Castle Amber at sundown, however many people head to the castle long beforehand to rub elbows with the elite.

On the exterior Castle Amber seems quite ancient, however, inside it is richly decorated with a mix of handcrafted art and Tir-na Nog’th conveniences. Only certain areas of the castle are open to the public.

Acknowledged Royal family members have greater reign to wander the castle. There is an excessive amount of Amber (green and gold with a white unicorn symbol) and Republic (red and white) guards armed with blades and blasters.

The main hallway, several sitting rooms, and the main hall are open to the public. The main hall is crowded with Amber and Rebma guild members peddling their services alongside the nobles and senators who decided to make an appearance. Servants wander about offering samples of food and drink yet to come.

King Corwin is dressed in black slacks, shirt, boots, and cloak with silver trim and Greyswandir at his side and a silver rose clasping his cloak. His black hair is cut short. His blue eyes sparkle as he makes his rounds smiling and talking to people.

King Random is a short man with straw colored hair and light eyes. Random is wearing a green and gold-stripped vest over a dark brown shirt and slacks. His green cloak flows as he walks sometimes revealing his long sword or his heavy blaster. Random holds a goblet of wine in his left hand and shakes hands with his free right. His golden unicorn ring is snug on his right ring finger.

Admiral Gerard is always standing a couple steps behind Corwin and Random. Gerard is mostly quiet, though polite enough to answer questions. His hair is dark and cut close to the head in a clean military style. His heavy frame is clothed in a dark green dress uniform with golden buttons and stripes. Each button holding an image of the Unicorn rampant. His rank is indicated on his lapel. Gerard’s broadsword is sheathed at his side in dress scabbard and peace-tied. Gerard eyes the guests carefully before speaking to them.

Former Supreme Chancellor Ian is dressed in a simple gray and black tunic. Ian has black hair and blue eyes, like his late father, Prince Eric of Amber, though Ian looks worn and out of shape with a small paunch and a receding hair-line. He is open to chat with people but does not draw much attention to himself. He tends to hang out with other senator types on the fringe near the buffet tables and discuss politics, history, and the latest symphonies.

Supreme Chancellor Martin walks around the ballroom, with four dark-blue gowned Republic Guards lurking nearby. Martin is dressed in the red and white robes of the Senate Supreme Chancellor. A ring on his right hand signifies his rank as well. Martin’s hair is almost blonde and straight, combed back in a handsome fashion. His light blue-green eyes are sharply focused on anyone talking to him. Martin makes the rounds more than anyone it seems and is quite willing to speak to anyone, though he makes the comment that work talk is off-limits this evening, preferring to chat about family, hobbies, and adventures this night.

King Rinaldo discusses his fabulous Trade Federation. He manages to get it in there no matter what--much to the surprise of anyone talking to him. Rinaldo is a handsome man with longer than average red hair and green eyes. Rinaldo is dressed in the most sophisticated suit and cloak ensemble credits can buy. The subtle greens and red compliment him nicely. Rinaldo passes out holo-business cards to everyone, whether they know it or not. Rinaldo also likes to discuss sports, stocks, the Trade Federation, family gossip, and the Trade Federation.

Queen Coral is a tall woman with reddish brown hair styled in an intricate braid. There is a smaller braid off to the side on the back right that has some gray woven in. She is dressed in a simple sleeveless crimson evening gown with matching heels and long white gloves. She is wearing a diamond and ruby necklace and her rings signifying claim as queen over Begma and Kashfa. Coral makes it around to people and greets them to Amber City if she knows they are here for the first time. Coral likes to drop the official titles and enjoys talking to everyone.

General Bleys finds his way from discussion group to group, particularly if the group contains an attractive woman. Bleys is dressed in a red and brown suit. His bright orange-red hair and beard are styled attractively for the event. His blue eyes catch the attention of many young women for a few moments outside in private. Bleys is an expert on beverages, and travel spots. His sword, Aurilus, hangs by his side casually. Bleys also wears his rings and a jeweled-lightsaber.

Master Fiona is a short woman with green eyes and dark red hair tied back out of the way. She moves slowly around the room, mostly avoiding many. There always seems to be another Jedi near her at some point who receives a whispered order from Fiona. Fiona is dressed in simple Jedi robes of gray and dark brown. She has a green bracelet on her left arm that she tends to mindlessly play with during conversations.

Master Tyr arrives at the party dressed in simple Jedi robes. His long dark hair is tied back in a ponytail. His dark eyes search out the room as he enters. He moves smoothly and fluidly despite his large size.

Aidan is a tall wiry young man, a charming smile on his clean-shaven face. His dark green eyes appear to be looking directly into yours, challengingly. He wears the uniform of a Jedi cadet. His simple white cotton shirt is clean, as are the dark grey uniform slacks, and boots he wears. His left ear is pierced with a small silver triangle. The earring matches a band of silver he wears around his right wrist.

Prince Octavian is wearing one of his trademark white outfits for the party, consisting of a full-bottomed or frock coat with elaborate embroidery and beadwork along the lapels and hem, damask waistcoat, shirt with flowing lace jabot and cuffs, satin knee britches, silk hose, and white kidskin leather dancing slippers with silver buckles. His hair is white, waved, and caught back with a velvet ribbon. He will be escorting Ms. Helena Shevala. His chauffeur and gentlemen's gentledroid, J3-VS, a tasteful gunmetal grey protocol model, is hovering around wherever droids are permitted.

Ms. Helena Shevala wears an ankle-length and long-sleeved clinging gown of shimmery royal blue with a rounded neckline. The dress is completely unadorned except for many tiny blue-pearl buttons down the back. Her lavender hair is worn swept away from her face with sapphire-edged combs, tumbling down waves to the middle of her back. Sapphire necklace and earrings, and blue high-heeled shoes complete the ensemble. She is holding a small laptop and a palm-sized recording device.

Cara Sylvain arrives in on the arm of Senator Marcus Grakt, Cara is resplendent as always. Tonight's occasion -both the celebration and her performance- warranted something new and exciting and got it in spades. Over a black semi sheer sheath, she wears a web of gold, scattered with strategically positioned cabachon cut jewels in a myriad of blues and greens arranged to resemble trailing peacock feathers. Her hair falls in loose curls down her back, kept back from her face by simple gold combs that work well with her dress and the drops of liquid-gold that hang from her ears. Around her neck and nestled perfectly in one of the diamonds formed by gold web of her gown is her trademark silver locket.

Senator, and Lord of the Third House, of Tara, Marcus Grakt has dark eyes, dark hair down to his shoulders, mustache and goatee framing his face. Marcus is dressed in an outfit of brown and black - his normal wear as a senator.

Mr. Ranma Saotome is a very handsome young man, apparently in his early 20s with gold-flecked crystal blue eyes, and shiny black hair. His skin is an attractive pale-golden hue. He's of around average height, at 5'10", and he's apparently fairly slender, at around 140 pounds. Though slender, his body is fairly muscular, and he moves with a dancer's grace. He has no facial hair, and very little body hair of any sort. Ranma is wearing a black hakama with silver inlay, and loose black trousers, along with shiny black boots. He is staying near the Prime Minister at all times, and seems to remain alert for any possible threats.

Prime Minister Yualn of Eregnor is a middle-aged looking man with thinning white hair and a heavy build. He is dressed in a blue suit with a purple cloak. His beady little black eyes search out the crowd constantly. He seems nervous and jittery and tends to spill some of his drink on himself when he sips from it. He stays near his escort, Ranma, like a shadow.

Ladro is wearing a dark blue suit with white buttons. It is flashy with a lot of flare and a wide collar. Ladro is approx. 6'1". He has strawberry blonde hair he keeps close cropped and a bright red goatee, very well trimmed. He has very fair skin and just a touch of freckles on his nose and forearms. His eyes are dark-blue and he has a large almost square chin

Sir Kemni Traquez is an older looking man with gray hair close-cropped at the sides. His blue eyes are very dark, almost black. The man is lanky and dressed in a stiff black suit and white starched shirt, without a cloak, but with small silver buttons. He holds a walking stick with a silver gryphon head at its top and a spiraling silver horn at its base. Sir Traquez wears several silver rings and of course has cufflinks. He stays on the periphery of the room, talking to the occasional quest from time to time.

Princess Juliette Rand, Senator and Heir Apparent of Avalon, appears in a gown of what looks like spun gold, it has a silky cling and fits her body like a glove. It is just off the shoulder with capped sleeves and trimmed in burgundy. She wears opera length matching gloves and her hair is braided with gold and burgundy ribbons that have tiny jewels encrusted on them and one braid is wound like a crown while the remaining braid hangs down her back ending in an elaborate golden ring at the bottom of the braid. Her hair is golden and shimmers with both the matched gold ribbon and the contrasting burgundy. Her lips are rouged a rich burgundy wine color that sets off against her fair skin. Her eyes are lined in a deep blue koal and have a soft rainbow of sparkling color on the lids and her cheeks are dusted with a soft rosy glow.

Senator Merit Azuray of Kategeno is a tall (6'3"), thin (180lbs), dark-skinned man, middle-aged, with a prominent nose, and a neatly trimmed black beard. He is wearing new sandy yellow robes and jackboots, and a plain headband of pure sky blue. He smells of sandalwood, and generally has a glass of red wine in his hand.

Colonel Norman is wearing his formal sand-and-black high uniform ("Since everyone will probably in some kind of silly costume, I'll better dress up too"). He will dutifully escort his direct superior General Kalkin to the celebration and then he will try to avoid the most formal-looking guests and to hover near a buffet. He will try (not hard) to learn the proper behavior in this kind of meetings ("Remember, Norman, since you are here you may as well try to study a bit of practical diplomacy" "Yes, sir"). He will also try to locate some Trumpnet technicians in the mess and get nosy on the mechanics (however he will not yet try to converse with people like Rinaldo or Fiona, knowing he risks starting a war).

Mr. Johan Bek looks like he has been warming up for this party for a few days. His green eyes are bloodshot and his hair is slightly rumpled, but his crimson toga is immaculate, the golden sunbursts sparkling in the light. Like many liquor aficionados, he is sporting a flask of purple, sweet-smelling stuff with just a hint of froth.

Conversations

"Good evening," Helena greets them both with a warm, if somewhat distracted smile. She hesitates, eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before suddenly her smile becomes complete. "Ah, yes. I do apologize. I had to place you both. It is good to meet both such a well-reputed Senator, and," she turns to Cara, "the quite well-received star guest of tonight's gala."

Cara smiles brilliantly and dips her head in a gracious nod. "Thank you. I must say I enjoy your work when I have a chance to read it. Which is why we wished to speak with you." She looks over at Marcus expectantly.

Helena also turns to him expectantly.

"Indeed. I was hoping to interest you in an exclusive interview about me." He smiles. "With so much rumor and such floating about, I wanted to get the true story out there."

"The truth, Senator?" she replies with a quizzical expression. "I'm not sure I am aware of what rumors you are referring to. However, I would be most pleased to meet with you to discuss anything you would like to talk about." She smiles again then, a bit mischievously, and adds, "And I may also have a few questions for you at the time. In the meantime, perhaps you would be able to share your position on the shifts in power currently taking place in the Republic with the election of a new Supreme Chancellor?"

"You obviously have good taste in literature." Marcus chuckles. "Unlike those that read Bek's writings." He smiles. "As for the shifts in power, it is the same kind of reshifting that always come with new leadership." He shrugs. "Nothing overly exciting in my view."

 

Interviews

"That is quite right, your majesty," Helena agrees. "It is good to hear such a sentiment from a reputedly tough businessman." She smiles charmingly at this, before noting, "Naturally such a venture is going to be very frightening to certain quarters. Are you able to share any plans you may have in order to make the transition easier for the guilds and consumers?"

"I'd be happy to share venture with anyone, as many here could testify to... I'm always available to discuss business. Senator Marcus Grakt for one," Rinaldo smiles and nods in Marcus' direction. "Many other senators have likewise paved the way for the road to financial advancement when they sign on with the Trade Federation." Rinaldo smiles. "The Trade Federation is also looking for excellent communicators, Ms. Shevala."

"Indeed, sir," she replies with a small smile. "I'll keep that in mind. In the meantime, I think your statement regarding paving the way to financial advancement to be an interesting turn of phrase," she observes."It makes it unclear to me who's financial advancement you may be referring to--the senators or their systems."

"I speak of everyone involved, including myself," Rinaldo replies with a smile. He hands Helena a business card for the Trade Federation on it.

 

Later

Trumpets blare and the Republic Symphony begins the anthem... it is a long drawn out piece.

The chorus fills in with the orchestra pieces. And then a sweet voice... Cara Sylvain's voice pounces into place. A platform bearing the Supreme Chancellor Martin hovers over to the front of the room. The music fades away with the applause.

"Esteemed guests of this grand celebration. Unlike in the Senate Chambers, I won't take much of your time here tonight." Martin smiles.

"Thank you for showing your support to one of the greatest achievements ever. Happy 400 years, and may we share many more!"

More applause and whistles resound throughout the ballroom. Balloons and streamers and confetti fill the room.

Another platform hovers over near Martin's and then lowers onto a cleared place. On the second platform is a twenty foot tall white icing birthday cake.

"May we join together in spirit and in cake and share our wishes for one another! And to guide us, Ms. Cara Sylvain!"

Cara begins her song with her band on stage near the cake and several senators who have moved closer to the performance.

Everyone thinks that we're crazy
Darlin' I guess that it's true.
I was so lonely
Without my only
Sweet you.

Now isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
Feeling so happy and gay
Isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
We'll kiss our worries away

For me there can be no other
Nobody else has a clue
No one gets to me
Or can see through me like you

Now isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
Feeling so happy and gay
Isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
We'll kiss our worries away

[Soulful sax solo]

Now isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
Feeling so happy and gay
Isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
We'll kiss our worries away

[longer soulful and sexy sax solo]

I was so lonely
Without my only
Sweet you.

Now isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
Feeling so happy and gay
Isn't it Lovely in Loveland?
We'll kiss our worries
We'll kiss our worries
We'll kiss our worries away

At this point Princess Flora shows up on stage with laser lights and smoke effects as the techno music rocks the crowd. The lighting in general is dimmed to near dark as the pulsating music and light show takes over. A large mix of scantily clad men and women jump out of shoots in the stage and begin to dance. Some of them approach audience members and dance with them.

Flora is singing alongside Cara. Flora's dressed with green stiletto shoes and in a shimmering jade gown with a long slit all the way up the left side with diamond pins strategically placed to keep the dress from falling open. Her hair is swept to the side with small diamonds in it. Flora's sultry voice blends well with Cara's.

Random begins to dirty dance with one of the dancers. "Yee haw!"

Bodies tangled, limbs, confused
Reaching to find another to satisfy your need.
No expectations, no promises to break
Just us, the three of us, made into one

The touch of your chest
The feel of her breast
The three of us entwined
Partners in the sublime
Partners in the sublime

A different angle, sensations, new
Touching and loving each other, no need to lead, relax
You're not dreaming, no it's a special kind of dance
Just us, the three of us, made into one

The touch of your chest
The feel of her breast
The three of us entwined
Partners in the sublime
Partners in the sublime

Who will you be when we wake up together?
Mine?
Hers?
His?

Love her, everywhere.