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<tr><td height="68" background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg" valign="top"><table width="761" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="34" height="48"> </td><td width="676" valign="top">May 13, 2009

Things had changed, and how. No one had seen or heard from the Emperor in weeks, not even his confidential staffers. Rumor had it that he was off gallivanting with the money from the Juddecan National Treasury, spending and squandering whatever he wished. The truth was, the man had been off spending the Treasury’s funds, but not in things that he desired. When it came to matters of his own desire, he had enough money in his trust funds to take care of his addictions and bad habits for 3 lifetimes. Albeit those lifetimes are shorter than average, nevertheless the money existed.

The Emperor was not buying the newest model Swoop, Airspeeder, or cocktail at the most exclusive and chic clubs in the surviving Inner-rim colonies. No, he was brokering deals with businesses and businessmen both legitimate and illegitimate. His plan was convoluted, filled with twists and turns. The ultimate end was clear; to redefine Juddeca’s economic base, thus freeing it from the class based uprising that was scarring the Cocytus system. The planet had been, for years, a dead end world with little or no future. With the disposal of the Vong and liberation of the Galaxy, the potential for the economic exploitation of those in need of homes and work was unmatched.

The devastation had been terrible. But like any good swindler would tell you, where there is ruin there is profit. This bit of wisdom was no mystery to the Emperor. He thought about it until the moment his foot touched the land of his sovereignty. The Baudo-Class Yacht Enchantress hissed as the inertial dampeners released the built up gasses they had accumulated on their journey.

Priggish as he was, the Emperor expected a welcoming party and a glorious parade to mark his return. No one was waiting at the landing pad. As a matter of fact, much of the populace believed him to be dead, the rest were hoping. In his time as Emperor, the Usurper had probably done more damage than he’d done good. And around those parts, that was enough to end up dead. A Rebellion was still brewing, patiently waiting for the right time to drop the ax and begin their coup d’état, and many suspected they were responsible for the lack of communication from the Emperor. Rumors spread quickly, fed by the Emperor’s own gossip networks.

Rumors are like flames, it doesn’t take a whole lot to get them started and they spread with contact. No one can ever tell just one person. It was only hours before a mass of people stood outside the Imperial building, chanting a mélange of welcome home and death to the tyrant. At the present juncture, his plan to steal favor from the rebels was failing miserably. He’d left his people without word, or warning and returned in the same fashion, it is understandable why they would be upset with him.

He looked out the broad windows at the people and their signs, and several burning effigies. The beautiful smile and the handsome smirk were lost from his face, his soft alluring eyes told a story of a different man; one of vengeance, one of anger, one of hate. The room darkened with his loathing. For all he had done for them, all he had risked in his travels, they still hated him.

Emily Coral was the first to visit him in his chambers, but when she entered she paused. Nothing she could say or do would change his mind, he’d bend the public or burn them alive. She stood in silence as he watched the skies, glancing back at the horde before staring back into the empty sky. When the rally seemed to peak, the clouds opened. From them came a swarm of merchant vessels, a convoy of amazing numbers. Panic stirred; This was not the first time Judecca had been invaded. From the comfort of his spacious room, the Emperor flipped the switch on a handheld communicator.

His voice resounded throughout the alleys and streets of the city. His voice was cold, devoid of the showy cadence he normally held.

“Any Judeccan Citizen seeking work, report to the Office of the Secretary of Agriculture, the Secretary of Transportation, or the Clerks of the Ministry of the Interior. Everyone will be given fair pay based on the work they are assigned to or qualified for. First come, first served. Applications will be reviewed and your employment status will be updated within the week. Long live Judecca, Long live the Empire, and long live…Me.” The communication stopped he never announced himself, he never named himself; It was out of character.

He turned away from the window to see his secretary hang her head. She wanted to say something to him, but couldn’t muster the courage. Just because a Tuk’ata was tame doesn’t mean you should tug on its ears, the notion was the same. She was better off staying silent, she wouldn’t face the repercussions of thinking ill of her employer if she never voiced the thoughts; So she thought…

To be continued…

</td> <td width="51"> </td></tr> </table></td></tr> <tr><td background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg"></td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg"></td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg" class="style2"> .: News :. </td> </tr><tr><td></td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td height="56" background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg" valign="top"><table width="761" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr><td width="34" height="48"></td><td width="676" valign="top"> - ** The Return of the Emperor ** Well, I am back. For some of you that is exciting, for others it is your opportunity to kick me for being away. Just to let you know what happened, I got into a minor legal dispute with my landlord. So, he shut off my internet. The short version is this…My apartment was a dump, there was a raccoon in the attic. The raccoon fell through the dilapidated ceiling and destroyed the apartment. I had to pay to get it captured, then the landlord wanted me to pay for the damages. I told her to go fudge herself…Then we went to court. Good news: I won. Bad news: I’ve already spent my settlement! Now, I am back. Hurray! - *RoaR * Ok, so as you know this has been put off while I was away. But, now that I am back, we can get it going again. The potential start date for RoaR is the 6th of July (one week from yesterday). I still have lots and lots to do to get it ready to roll, but I will let you know if anything changes. There is one very important addition to what you should expect from RoaR. To put it plainly, The Losing House will be closed. So that means you’d better step up for your House!
- ** Changes in House Acclivis Draco ** Tra’an Reith has stepped down from his position as QUA of House Acclivis Draco. In his stead Kalak Ragnose has stepped up to the plate. I have nothing but faith in Kalak and his abilities and he will surely continue the strong traditions of House Acclivis Draco. Koryn Thraagus has stepped up to AED, in which he will do well under the tutelage of Kalak. Also, Draco Maligo will be stepping up to the Rollmaster postion. Good luck HAD!
- ** The AWOL ** Clan Scholae Palatinae has lost a fair amount of its numbers; we are currently at 53 members. I know that sounds like a huge decrease, and it is, but we will overcome! - ** Christening of Vessels ** Break out those bottles of Champagne, we have some ships to name! Check the Forum for the Rules and Regulations! The names that are selected will be rewarded with some medals. Linky: http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=5826 -

• • ul> </td> <td width="51"> </td> </tr></table></td> </tr> <tr><td></td> </tr> <tr><td></td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg"> .: Props :. </td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td height="68" background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg" valign="top"><table width="761" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="34" height="48"> </td> <td width="676" valign="top">Props this week go out to the whole team who kept the ship from sinking while I was away. They had a lot to deal with and everyone did a great job keeping everything together. Good work Team.
    

Props this week also go out to Olivia Munn…cause…well, cause she was in playboy and she’s a really hot half asian girl. So…Yeah…that goes without saying.</td><td width="51"> </td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td></td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg"> .: Projects :. </td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td height="70" background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg" valign="top"><table width="761" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="34" height="48"> </td><td width="676" valign="top"> </td></tr></table>
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.: Competitions :. </td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td height="65" background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg" valign="top"><table width="761" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="34" height="48"> </td><td width="676" valign="top">.</td><td /><td width="51"></td></tr> </table></td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td background="http://archangeldesigns.nunbeer.com/CONReportThran/images/CONReportThran_05.jpg"> .: Consul's Corner:.

R.I.P The KING of Pop - Michael Jackson

R.I.P Everyone’s Favorite Pitchman - Billy Mays

R.I.P My Favorite of Charlie’s Angels – Farrah Fawcett

Untill Next time,

TO.

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