You knew this day would come. Surrounding yourself with powerful people has its boons, but also poses a distinct threat. You've heard them murmuring when you enter the room, you've seen them excuse themselves from your presence, and lately they've been overtly hostile. The Societal Elite<<if $arcologies[0].FSNeoImpeiralistLaw2 == 1>>, likely with the support of your ever-plotting Barons,<</if>> have turned on you.
You knew this day would come. Surrounding yourself with powerful people has its boons, but also poses a distinct threat. You've heard them murmuring when you enter the room, you've seen them excuse themselves from your presence, and lately they've been overtly hostile. The Societal Elite<<if $arcologies[0].FSNeoImperialistLaw2 == 1>>, likely with the support of your ever-plotting Barons,<</if>> have turned on you.
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You look up from your desk as the locked door to your office unseals, and a dozen individuals brazenly walk into your view.<<if _S.Bodyguard>><<setLocalPronouns _S.Bodyguard>> _S.Bodyguard.slaveName stands between you and them. A single glare from the leader of the bunch and $he backs off, eyes to the ground.<</if>>
