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Emil didn't even feel the pain of the shot that killed him. Instead it felt as though he had been hit with a heavy stone, and then cold rapidly spread through his body like ice. Darkness crowded the edges of his vision. He didn't register falling. Nor hitting the hard pavement of the...

A stray gust of wind brought Emil out to his balcony. His speeder was there, though he didn't climb in. The temptation to escape his apartment and head to the office to work was flitting and brief, dying with the breeze. The Supreme Chancellor's Office at the main Senate District was not ever...

Emil was working a long night at his desk in his apartment at 500 Republica. The news cycle was aflame and he was barely able to keep ahead of it. The Jedi had won a battle at Denon, a battle he himself had not won. The Syndicates had struck and critically wounded Mon Cala. The Hutts had taken...

Emryc Thorne never ceased to be an interesting man. Emil had pegged him as the type to immediately try the more difficult slope. Which meant this day was not going to go down any path the Chancellor had anticipated. As they approached the easier slope, they crossed a stall with boots of varying...

Emryc was exactly right. These Senators weren't the right people for the job. Their loyalty was fickle, their votes lazy and haphazard. He sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a Republic without a Senate. It was a thought he didn't ever air publicly. Not just because it would make...

Emil had not been kidding himself during his half-drunken dance at the last Senate social. He did want to meet with Emryc. He also wanted to take a break from the increasingly toxic galactic political scene. But when the invitation had come into his office that the President was scheduled to...

Chandrila. Swoop biking and hover-sledding. Emil could barely believe he was hearing the words. When was the last time he took a vacation? He was sure the media liked to see his opulent dinners with other politicians in such a light. And he could hardly blame them. But to Emil, those dinners...

Emil was an excellent lead. Their conversation had not distracted him from the rhythm of their dance once. Emil often didn't admit when he was having fun, even to himself; but he couldn't deny it here. This was fun. Less fun was considering Emryc's question. Not that it was a bad one. The...

Emil was back on Coruscant thinking about his own reelection prospects when the news came to his attention, as it sometimes did, via a mob of reporters outside his office. Even as a Senator, he sometimes underestimated the media's hunger for drama between the galaxy's various leaders. Sometimes...

Emil stared up into the President's simmering slate grey gaze and smiled despite himself. There were certainly worse ways to be roasted in public. And was that a twang of jealousy he felt? He imagined Malik got to dance in this way, with this man, on numerous occasions. He harbored a brief...

Dancing tipsy was always an interesting experience. One he seldom got to experience as Chancellor, and one he didn't think he would get to share with the President of the bloody Consortium. Emryc had allowed Emil to lead him onto the floor, but that was where the Chancellor's lead ended. To...

Careful not to choke on all that envious spittle flying from your neck flaps, Hergalor, Emil thought after... how many shots had he had? He wasn't kidding when he said he needed something strong. But where drunkenness made some weep with unburdened emotions, some drag their partners to the...

Emil suspected the waiter immediately. It wasn't the seafood platter that tipped him off. It was that phrase. "The Bith." The Magistrate was a well known figure, and a frequent patrol of the rail system. He would have been a familiar face. Whoever the waiter was, he'd probably been hired for the...

"Relax, Senator," Emil huffed. He was used to other politicians underestimating him; but Jin, for all their animosity, should know better by now. "Frantic and unpredictable is exactly how we want her. For starters, she knows we're after her adoring fanbase, which means she'll spend more time in...

Emil arrived fashionably late as usual. Only this time, his tardiness wasn't motivated by a disdain for public events, but rather confusion. The invitation had it taking place in an apartment. That couldn't be right. He had been to his fair share of seedy hotels over the duration of his...