The Emperor of Chugustus arrives on a starship. Two other star ships land as well with royal guards. An airplane flew by with a banner reading "Welcome back, Emperor!"
"What a warm welcome," the Emperor of Chugustus comments as he disembarks the ship.
"Emperor of Chugustus, how good to see you again. What is the itinerary of your stay?" President Aaron Firehand asks.
"I'm here to discuss future plans and public relations."
"Then let us do so."
"Where shall we discuss this?"
"Here on the podium is fine. The people must see the positives of our agreement."
"Very well, let's start our discussion with a drink." The Emperor's royal guards brings mugs of root beer from Chugustus. "I saw one of your drinks and we tried to recreated it with what we have."
"I'm sure it tastes just as good as this drink of old." The Emperor pours the president a glass, to which he finishes in a gulp.
"As long as I've known you, we have never actually discussed the laws of our people."
"My government is a democracy, and we give our people the votes that they would like. And yours?"
"My people get to elect who they see fit to rule as long as they have clean records, any trace of corruption is punishable."
"What a fascinating policy," Aaron comments.
"That means no bribes or lies, give the people the truth."
"The truth shall always set you free. That is what my parents told me."
"A rulers term lasts about a hundred years, or if the emperor abuses the power, they can be voted out."
"A hundred years? Only? What a blink of an eye."
"That is good advi-" Before the Emperor could finish his statement, a shot rings out from the crowd and from the direction of the royal guards. "President, get down!"
"Assassination! Every man for themselves!" He throws down a smoke bomb, and disappears.
"I've prepared for this my whole life," Devin McCown says, as a brown-haired girl runs behind him. He pulls out twin guns and fires everywhere suspicious. "Die, you commies!"
A group of Chugustians board a ship and promptly leave.
"Traitors!" The Emperor yells. "I will contact the Musketeer and he will help with the hunt of these assassins. I will deal with my people."
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
