You could join Wiscard’s remnants in the Red Stars. I don’t know, though, if you’d call that fighting or piracy. Or you could join our present gracious viceroy — gracious by right of murder, pillage, rapine, and the word of a boy Emperor, since rightfully assassinated.

All the new interns had heard of his operative speed, his finesse under the attending's glare, and his memorization of the current surgical literature.

Thouſands of flow'rs their ſilken webs unfold, / Amarants, immortal amarants ariſe, / Theſe beaming bright with vegetable gold, / And theſe with azure, theſe with Tyrian dyes; […]

tubthump to promote or draw attention to, from the ancient show business custom of actors wandering the streets banging on tubs to drum up business.