Word on the Street   A group of people, alien and human alike, make and female, were sitting around a table in a pub playing a high risk gambling game. One looks across to a group of people putting up a poster announcing the new Empress of Scholae; a large source of talk and rumors. "So...anyone got the newest word of that Empress taking Reis place?" He asked while looking at his cards.   "Ya, I've heard some new things. One particular story is...strange." A female Zabarak said tossing down some creds.   "Ohh do tell." A human female said deciding to bet her protocol droid. The Zabarak smirked and leaned in.   "Well the story goes that the new Empress had walked into Rei's personal quarters after killing all the guards and Murderer her in her sleep. The popular way is she suffocated her with her own pillow and made it look like she died someway else. From there or was a simple action of getting the coronation for her self.” She said. This got the human male next to her to shake his head. “No no no.” He said gaining everyone’s attention. “That’s just a rumor. The real story is she’s actually her long lost sister. She came back to Rei and tried asking for help but the old Empress refused, and this made her storm out the palace reeeeally angry. One person said he saw her go down into the sewers for three months straight, an hour a day, and on the last day she came out she had this weird big cannon looking thing.” He stopped to take a drink from his blue liquid and look at his cards before tossing in more credits to the pool. “She went all the way to the palace again and wished for an audience with Rei once more. From there she used the contraption ok the Empress...and it made her head grow so big till it popped!” He said standing at the end getting odd looks from the group. “That’s wrong to.” A man in a cloak said, walking up to the table. Everyone betting looked at him with suspicion as he pulled up a chair and sat down to talk. “I hear she’s from something that was involved with the Galactic Empire, hence why she has Palpatnine’s name. Some sort of strange groupie clan dedicated to protecting all the secrets he gathered and preforming his will as best they can. She’s just one of many it seems as there’s a whole society to them with working rules and roles to fill.” The cloaked man said getting only silence. After about five seconds everyone burst out laughing at him. “Friend how much did you have to drink tonight? That is the dumbest story I’ve heard yet about her.” A Twelak said to him. “Believe way at you want, it’s all simply a story to you all after all isn’t it? Have fun in your game.” He said leaving. “Weirdo. Alright cards down! Blasts!” “Hahaha!”