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Iolite, the army and the protesters have encircled the palce.

Iolite: Fire!

They fire a massive artillery shell at the door of the palace, breaking it open, as a whole platoon of soldiers storms the building capturing or killing all those still loyal to the Federation! Finally, Iolite enters the king's throne-room.

King: *paranoid ramblings*

Iolite: So you must be the king, the one who ruled the Galactic Federation?

King: Yes! No! Yes! Which one won't get me killed?!

Iolite: No wonder this country is so screwed up.

She pulls out a pistol, before lining it to the king's forehead.

Iolite: But today, your reign ends.

A gunshot is heard outside the building, and every rebel knows. The dark days are over, the king is dead!