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Dave Smith

A simple businessman living trying to get by.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Lord Saladin

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Dave Smith entered the bar with a dejected demeanour. It had been a hard day's work of dealing with awkward, overly-demanding customers who didn't quite understand the concepts that surrounded real-life business. Not only that, the soldiers had been in the streets again; some alien group who thought it was okay to take over a relatively peaceful city and world.

The smoke in the bar was heavy, as usual, the smooth plaster on some walls had been left unpainted: There was little point in wasting the money when they were likely to be blown up again.

Making his way through the small crowd, Dave sat at the bar and remembered the old days before the foreigners were around. With a flat, weary tone, he spoke to the barkeep, "A beer, please."

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Dave Smith listened to the barkeep, noting his accent. This wasn't the usual guy who served him. With a slight frown, Dave eyed the fellow, digging into his trouser pocket to take out his wallet. The man's accent was familiar, somehow.

As handed the keep a 20-credit note, he enquired, "Don't I know you?"

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Dave Smith titled his head, noticing the barkeep pocket the twenty. The flourish was a little much; there was little reason to be so jubilant nowadays. Even as he requested his change, Dave noticed the door open and an Asken walk in. Or they were called something like that, he didn't take the time to care.

"The name doesn't quite ring a bell, I'm afraid. Why have you been gone? And what do you think of them?" He emphasised that last word with a nod in the direction of the soldier who had just sat at a table giving a full view of the bar and its patrons.

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Dave Smith took a deep swallow of his beer and sighed. It tasted good but didn't do much to lift his spirits. The other patron sat a few stools away was a peculiar looking sort of chap, with his chainmail and slightly archaic speech. It still amazed Dave that people wore chainmail with all the soldiers around - it would never do much good against one of their blasters.

"I'm a Wing City native, born and bred in this city. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Not exactly true, but his home was his home, after all. Everything he knew was here: Family, business, friends.

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Dave Smith took the change and slid it into the breast pocket of his light-grey shirt. In equally hushed tones, he responded, "You could say that. They arrived a few years ago and decided they wanted this place. There was little we could do, they far overpowered us."

He took another swallow of the beer after swilling a mouthful around his teeth. It was indeed a very good drink, but he had expected that of late. "Well, of course I realise you own this place, but I thought I may have known you on a more personal level."

He sighed again, and leaned in towards the bar's owner, "Do you want in on a secret? Businessman to fellow businessman."

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Dave Smith turned his head slightly to make sure the soldier wasn't looking in their direction, they had a habit of paranoid actions. Seeing that he wasn't, Dave lowered his voice even further. "A few of the local businessfolk have banded together. These Asken or whatever they call themselves are a menace, and business has suffered city-wide as a result."

He looked across at the soldier again, to make sure he hadn't changed his focus. It was strange to be so frank about this with a stranger, but something drew him to the heavily accented barkeep.

"So, we've banded together to look for ways to ..." He stopped as he saw the battle-axe enter the bar and walk towards him. This was an unsanctioned solicitation, and he didn't want to deal with her knowing what he was doing right now. Though they had never officially met, Dave had seen her on occasion in meetings. She seemed formidable and hardly the sort of person he would want to socialise with.

"Weapons, right?"

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Dave Smith nodded at the woman, "Yes, it is. And yes, we are." As far as he knew, she was already part of the resistance, but perhaps he was wrong - it had been a while since any meetings had taken place. The Asken fellows had recently increased security after attempts by another group had failed.

The red eyes of Remy sparked a memory somewhere in Dave's mind, something from his youth. Wing City had never been the most peaceful of places, and there had been a few who successfully fought against corporations who had grown too power hungry. He sighed as he drank again, finishing the pint. He requested another with a gesture for the barkeep to lean in towards him.

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Dave Smith handed Remy the ten-credit note from his shirt pocket and spoke in the same hushed tones, glad for the two newcomers were now blocking him from the view of the soldier, but was cautious when two more came to join him. Either way, Dave had to ask his question, "You've been around for an long time, old man. You must know some people who can help get rid of these aliens?"

He held his breath, unsure of whether a serious mistake had been made or not. It made no sense to just throw the suggestion out there, but something drove him on. "We're getting pretty desperate now."

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Dave Smith widens his eyes as the chain-mailed man offered his services, "Keep it hush, will ya! Those soldiers over there," he cocked his head in the direction of the three Aschen soldiers at the other end of the building, "will shoot us dead if they hear any signs of dissent. I'd much rather go home to my wife and kids tonight!"

His voiced was a rushed, slightly panicked whisper full of the intensity of a man wanting to keep his life. He calmed, "Your help would be appreciated, though we have no solid plans as yet."

He turned back to Remy, hoping for some kind of positive response.

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Dave Smith felt his jaw drop. Treize Khushrenada was the mastermind behind the Gundam attacks during the Wing City War while Dave was at university. "Wait... Zhelir? Zhelir Darkfall? One of the heroes of the Great War?"

Then it suddenly clicked. Gambit. Remy LeBeau. He was one of the freedom fighters during that conflict, Dave was sure of it. "I knew you were familiar: You're part of that group who saved us from The Twelve, right? I'd love to see a few of you guys on our side, we'd soon get rid of these aliens."

It took a moment to decipher the foreign accent of the obvious fighter, but when he did, Dave responded with a silent nod, then spoke "Not here, I'm afraid. Not since those bastards arrived, anyway. They're everywhere, like parasites."

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Dave Smith took the business card and placed it in his shirt pocket; it was a truly convenient place to put things - paper money, business cards, you name it. "I shall."

He took another drink of his second beer, realising the woman, Emily according to the card, wouldn't want a full-on conversation at this point.

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Dave Smith breathed a sigh of relief as Gambit covered up what was maybe a slip of the tongue, noticing the Asken thugs settle back down after being stirred by the comment.

He leaned back in his stool, seeing that the Askens were still looking in their direction and spoke in even tones, "So, do you know anyone who can help us?"

Luckily there were very few people around them at the moment, so it was unlikely anyone would hear. "A Zhelir or that silver haired guy would be a real godsend."

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Dave Smith shudders as a number of people were vaporised where they stood, a little ways behind him. The golden ball was clearly rather dangerous.

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Dave Smith nods, understanding Gambit's sentiment. He had clearly been in a lot of fights himself, and it made sense that now, especially given that he was a lot older now. Dave, on the other hand wasn't a fighter at all - he was a simple accountant who had the funds to potentially help bring the city and planet back to freedom.

He turned to Fenjor, his tone once more flattened, "Well, at least you're willing to help us."

Upon realising exactly who this Remy was, Dave had really thought he'd be able to get the assistance of some true patriots who had proven time and time again that they could deal with situations like this Asken occupation. To have the hope of real heroes helping the cause be crushed really lowered the mood of the businessman. He, in some ways, felt even more dejected than when he arrived.

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Dave Smith nods as he stands up ready to leave. "We have ample funds, you'll be appropriately reimbursed for your services. As for further meetings, I am sure we will be able to find and contact you."

With that, Dave walked towards the door, hands stuffed in his pockets, slumped slightly and eyes fixed on the floor. As he passed the three Aschen, he growled under his breath.

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Dave Smith took the card just before he walked through the door and gave the old hero a silent nod in response. Maybe he wasn't quite so bad after all.

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The day's work had yielded a reasonable amount of profit and several new customers, a few businesses that were potentials for involving themselves in the conglomerate. Dave didn't have long, it was his son's first fencing tournament later and he wanted to be home before then.

Earlier in the day, curiosity had gotten the better of the suit-wearing accountant and he had sent an email to the woman he had met in Gambit's the night previous - Emily was her name. She didn't seem like the friendliest of people, but was an at least semi-active member of the group of businesses discussing possible ways to deal with the alien occupiers.

Crossing the threshold into the park, Dave took note of the rubble hidden at the base of walls or behind some of the larger trees - signs that the city never really shed, showing the war-like legacy it had built for itself. It was sometimes an amazing feat that people were able to have ordinary lives at all in this place.

Reaching the fountain, the agreed meeting place, Dave took a moment to look for the woman, eyes swept over a bench, a couple stealing a moment in the freshness of the fountain's light spray, through children playing some new-fangled game and enjoying their innocence. No sharply dressed battle axe could be seen.

He sat down on the edge of the fountain and muttered under his breath, "I'll give her five minutes."

She certainly had not come across as a tardy woman.

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Dave looked at the woman who sat down next to him, wondering for a moment what she wanted, before recognising her as the Emily from the previous night. What a change. And a smile! Perhaps she wasn't the complete ice queen he had thought.

However, the fact his discussion with Remy was apparently inconspicuous bothered him. The businessman had assumed he was discreet enough in his negotiations with the bar's owner for nobody to notice. A mental note was made to be more careful in the future.

Before responding, he kicked the ball back towards the kids as it rolled towards him. "I assumed I was discreet enough, and those Asken didn't bother us. Gambit, however, is a legendary soldier so it was worth the risk."

He sighed, remembering the relative indifference from the crimson-eyed fighter, it had been a disappointment and somewhat crushed youthful images of the heroes he had so admired. "There was little support from him, actually. But he did give me his business card, which is better than nothing."

He paused a moment to look above at the Aschen ship flying overhead; its engines were noisy and the search light quickly scanned the park, probably looking for a specific person that wasn't here. "But if we're to talk discretion, perhaps you should have reined in your friend."

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With a solemn nod, Dave knew the truth of Emily's word. He had a wife and two kids, but that was part of the reason he knew that he had to do something about the Aschen. This occupation wasn't just bad for business, it was no environment in which children should grow up. He had experienced a similar situation in his own youth, what with Treize and his Gundams, and did not want the same for his own kids.

It wasn't typical behaviour to be so brash in his recruitments, but it was GAMBIT. He certainly would not make the same mistake again. "Well, I suppose that's good. Found yourself a decent hand by the looks of it. Personally, I wouldn't have wasted my money; I don't see the guy being much use to our cause."

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The last revelation rendered the rest of what Emily had said lost to Dave's ears. He stood up quickly and made a slow spin as he surveyed the park for any Aschen troops. There was a certain sense of panic: The woman who had only moments before demonstrated an apparent care for his and his family's well being now revealed that she was helping the enemy.

Arms dealers were notorious for being dangerous and she had clearly done her homework on the accountant for he had not mentioned his family to her - he'd purposely left them out of any discussion with the other businesspeople he was aligned with. Unsure of what to do he figured the best thing was to distance himself from the woman.

"Okay, I have to go now. I think it's unsuitable for us to meet again." And with that he began to walk away.

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Despite her show of emotion and regret, concern even, Dave couldn't trust this woman any further. A sentiment confirmed by what Dave interpreted as a thinly-veiled threat against his family. He glared at her, feeling angry that he had made two potentially fatal errors in as many days.

"As I said, we shouldn't meet again." His voice was cold, and when Emily moved out of the way, Dave continued on out of the park. How could I have been so stupid? He berated himself and wondered if being involved in the resistance was worth the risk to his family.

He resolved to try speaking with Gambit once more, the legend was clearly a family man and maybe he could advise Dave on what to do.

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It was with a sudden explosion of pain that Dave realised he had been betrayed by a woman who truly was an ice maiden. As he fell to the ground, he felt his knees hit the concrete below before the side of his face collided with the floor. "Bitch."

His vision was blurry and as he tried to focus beyond the tears that welled in his eyes, he noticed the kids still playing that game. Hopefully they wouldn't see him, hopefully he would see his own kids again. Each breath burned like acid through his body and all he could do was lay on the ground and feel the warm moisture on his cheek and blood seeped from the wound in his chest.

His boy was sure to win the competition tonight, it was just a shame he wouldn't be there to see it. "Philli..."

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It was with a sudden bang and knocking over of a scrawny little thing just old enough to drink that the door to the bar was kicked open. Rushing as best he could with a limp body draped over his shoulders, the middle-aged man in jeans and t-shirt frantically scanned the bar, remembering the face on the business card.

His once-white tee was now stained claret from the blood of the suited man on his shoulders. The gunshot wound was bad, and the man was quickly bleeding out from the chest. There was fear, panic, a sense of real urgency in his voice as he shouted in a shaky, slightly shrill tone, "Gambit! I need to see Gambit right now!"

His eyes continued to scan the bar as he moved his way further into the establishment, hoping the man he was looking for was here.

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The middle aged man followed Gambit to the bar, "I don't know what happened, buddy, but I found him like this in the park."

Bloodied hands dug into the pocket of his jeans and the man pulled out the business card Gambit had given to Dave the night before, "He had this in his jacket pocket."

Dave stirred a little at the slap, but remained mostly out of consciousness, a sound escaped him, barely, some intelligible muttering and nothing more.

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As he was shaken once more, a single syllable was heard, weak, faint, maybe Dave's dying breath. "Em..."