Tabloid Love triangle? No! Chancellor Ro is involved in a ménage à trois with an almost centenary Jedi and a young Firrerreo

[Lîsabé Hanivel]

Love triangle? No! Chancellor Ro is involved in a ménage a trois with an almost centenary Jedi and a young Firrerreo

Since his election, Chancellor Emil Ro has become a major source of controversy. His ill-fated inaugurational speech, where he quotted the tyrannical Emperor Palpatine, is still fresh in the mind of the citizens of the New Republic. As if that wasn't enough, he ordered a bombing of the planet Denon, without even consulting the Senate. It's obvious why some call him by the nickname of "New Palpatine".

The most recent controversy regarding the Chancellor is that he was saw clubbing at the same day that fire literally rained on Denon. And not only that, witnesses also saw him acting lovingly with a very young Firrerreo. Some people that we interviewed believe that the Chancellor have a taste for young men and that the existance of this Firrerreo lover was what made him attack the Sith-controlled Denon. However, it seems that Emil Ro's taste for lovers is far more inclusive. Our sources in the Galactic Senate revealed that Ro had several suspicious meetings with Jedi Master Alexandria Voran, who being a Morellian is nearly 100 years old! They informed us that something more than work is happening between these two during these meetings.

These same sourcers believe that the appartment of the Chancellor is being used as the place where he meets his two lovers for nights of passion, with the three together! They believe that Master Voran also influenced the Chancellor decision to attack Denon.

Everyone knows the rumors about Emperor Palpatine having several concubines. It seems that Chancellor Ro is not only trying to copy the deceased tyrant when he make his political decisions, but also in having multiple lovers! There is already rumors that he plans to add Senator Jin Vaisra of Fondor to this list.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan shot up in bed soaked in cold sweat, a hand finding his chest and counting heartbeat. Wild and erratic, pounding like drums in deep places disturbed. He looked down at himself and found skin still stubbornly silvered, the gold failing to return no matter what he tried. Golden gaze panned around the confines of Voyager's captain's quarters.

A bedside table with white cloth thrown haphazardly over it instead of moving what was on it. Messy bedsheets sheets tangled from fitful rest when Morgan could sleep at all. Taunting from the floor bottle of strong whiskey he'd gone through the day prior lay next to an open metal case of spice tabs, admixing into the throbbing headache he had now. A wall-mounted holoscreen was still running from watching something to occupy his thoughts with the white noise of history documentaries he wasn't properly listening to.

Morgan dragged himself off the bed and shuffled listlessly to the kitchen, focusing on how cold the metal plating felt on bare skin rather than anything else. He passed right by the refresher and didn't think about how his reflection might look in the mirror. Some cereal or other was poured clinking into a ceramic bowl that he gave up adding milk to halfway through, not feeling any real desire to cook for himself or even microwave something from the pile of pre-prepared meals he'd purchased.

Automatically the kitchen holo was switched on as he plopped into a seat, half-lidded eyes exhaustedly considering the moving shapes and colours. A spoon brought the dry grain flakes he didn't taste to crunch on. His thoughts turned with force of will to work that needed doing. Hadn't felt like going 'out' lately. He refused to wonder why.

Between more legitimate news something about the New Republic Chancellor popped up on the screen and Morgan found golden eyes moved to it on their own at the same time his heart sunk into his stomach.

Through the numbness permeating everything this newest headline still sent anger burning through him more and more as the narrator continued to speak. For a few moments after the 'report' the Firrerreo was very still, mouth loosely agape and brows deeply furrowed.

"I AM WHAT!?" he roared, hand cracking into the wooden table while shooting up from his seat, plain cereal completely forgotten. At least until he snatched up the bowl and threw it as hard as he could into the screen in a burst of ceramic shards and shattered glass.

How dare they insinuate he was sleeping with a Jedi woman and some other man. It was so completely ridiculous he didn't get why he even cared! Morgan blinked, datapad already held in hand. A nearly completed text to 'Soldier Boy' stared accusingly back at him and he felt like he was going to be sick.

Immediately he dropped it to the table like it'd burned him. In a sudden panic he checked to make sure the device that held onto precious pictures was still working, breathing a tense sigh relief when the screen turned back on.

A cropped picture of blue suit on broad figure filled his vision. It was so easy to imagine the frosty silvers cut off above that'd held a special warmth, the little movements of stoic face and pointed ears that sent his heart into disparate chaos. That yellow tinge that held a consuming flame and made a planet burn.

It was so hard to forget it all when it sat right there in front of him. Slender fingers shook, angry and in despair, half wanting to just hit 'send', wanting to throw the device away and never look back. As much as he begged to reach out his hands wouldn't move the way his soul demanded. A blazing flame called out and Morgan fought against himself to disobey.

So he drank instead of eating until the sickness in his stomach overcame the one in his chest. Morgan saw shades of red and drowned himself until he saw them painted black.