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. That it was about to collapse into anarchy, which would have put all the people in the galaxy in the gravest danger.
"When Lord Sagan discovered that the new government under President Peter Robes was every bit as corrupt as the old, the Warlord concluded that he--one of the few surviving members of the Blood Royal had the right to try to seize control. Circumstances, the Creator, Fate--call it what you will--intervened. Lord Sagan's ambitious and, some might say, his despotic plans failed."
King Starfire's hand clenched. The famous Starfire blue eyes were lit from within by a radiance that looked well on the vidscreens. The red-golden lion's mane of hair framed a face that was youthful, handsome, earnest, intense. His godlike looks, his vibrant personality--all were rapidly making a reluctant deity of a very mortal young man.
"But I tell you, Mr. Warden, and I tell my people that I would not be here now, I would not be wearing this crown, the galaxy would not be at peace today, if it were not for the sacrifices of Lord Derek Sagan. He attempted to correct the great wrongs he had done and, in so doing, gave his life that others might live. He is one of the greatest men I have ever known. I will always honor his memory."
Bosk tossed the remainder of the jump-juice at the vidscreen. "Here's that for his fuckin' memory." The juice trickled down the screen, soaked into the threadbare carpet which covered the floor of the shabby studio apartment
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