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Giles Fabron

There is hope for Aslund's future; a future that is bright and uninhibited by the malicious shadow of years past.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

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PERSONAL
Character Name: Giles Fabron
Character Age: 54
Character Species: Human
Place of Origin: Terra, Aslund, Midland, Wing City
Terran Citizen For: 54

POLITICAL
Position: Parliament
Party-Affiliation: Center-Leftist

Representative Region: Central Aslund
Secretary: Leif Lotical
Political Focus: Giles interest lies strongly within law enforcement. Having been raised in Wing City, infamously rife with crime and war, Giles became determined to "clean up" the loose and corrupt lands within Central Aslund, though he does not plan to limit that to Wing City, as much attention as it desires. He believes that Central Aslund, with all its diversity and hardiness, could rise to something greater than its pitiful reputation.

Furthermore, Giles seeks to strengthen the TNG's military. Years of planetary abuse has lead a clear message that they "cannot play sitting duck and wait for the next faction to land their filthy ships onto what is our soil, our territories, our homes, and demand we change the rights that we currently endeavor to uphold, that we shall succeed to pride ourselves in!"

So begins...

Giles Fabron's Story

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Funds Against Famine


The name is simple, Giles thought as he stood at the front of the conference center's entrance. But it gets the idea across just fine.

Giles walked into the building and down the hall into one of the rooms, dressed smartly in a blue dress shirt, khakis, and a simple black tie. It was just right for the occasion- one couldn't overdress for a dinner and a talk. And it was simply that albeit a bit expensive per plate. It was all for the fundraiser, part of it backing money that would help countless people left homeless by numerous attacks on Wing City, and part of it going to his campaign. He had some competition, and without significant media exposure or frontrunner status, he had to get his name and reputation out from the ground.

One of the rooms was filled with rows and rows of dinner tables, with fancy hangings and a few hundred chairs. Already, people began to pour in, and he greeted each and every one with enthusiasm. He had a tag right across his left breast; it read his name in simple, readable font.

Giles Fabron.

A name the people of Wing City would come to be very familiar with.

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The fundraiser event was not something so simple that it didn't need security. It was, after all, Wing City. More importantly, it was Wing City politics, and such a thing wasn't to be taken lightly.

Giles had decided that an indoors event would be much safer. That, in the very least, erased snipers from the equation. There were people making security checks at the door, making sure that any weapons were not allowed through. Equally, since various magic folk could not simply leave their abilities at the door such as one could do with a gun, there were guards smattered around that were apt at offsetting those very abilities. Others were WCPD officers, trustworthy mercenaries, and others that added variety to their levels of security. Many guards stood outside, circling the conference center.

One of many security guards was Ariel Moore, previously an intergalactic soldier who hunted dangerous criminals around the universe. She had quit- few people knew why- but her reputation and success was more than decent. She walked around the conference center disguised as WCPD police officer, though her battlesuit was what gave off the illusion.

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#, as written by Varden
Among those that had ventured to come to the event was one, John Rosenthal dressed in khakis, a gray button down, and a red silk tie. Behind him trailed the Express News crew, all making it uneventfully though the security check where and when John moved in the direction of a nearby table He proceeded to smile and greet a few dignitaries and the news crew stepped to the side to prepare to report on the event.

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> Execute Command: Patrol

STRONG-ARM roamed the crowd, its advanced sensors snooping through each individual, monitoring the situation for trouble. It was a highly-advanced piece of machinery; constructed from durable metals and outfitted with state-of-the-art weapons and software. It was one of the prouder additions of the WCPD's arsenal. Or should it be considered an enlistment?

Either way, STRONG-ARM's directive was to monitor for trouble, and to neutralize any that reared its head. Scanning the faces of those in attendance, it kept a record of some of the more important faces.

> Scanning......Target Identified: Giles Fabron: Host; Member Of Terran Parliament; Central Aslund Representative
> Scanning......Target Identified: Ariel Moore: Former Intergalactic Bounty Hunter; Security Personnel
> Scanning......Target Identified: John Rosenthal: Councilor; Varden Council

STRONG-ARM made a "mental" note to keep a close watch on these particular individuals, especially Giles. If anything went awry, it would have to respond quickly to protect people, but politicians were priority.

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As the crowds filed in for the fundraising event, a figure mingled amongst the black tie politicians and big names of Wing City, only the most astute would recognize the man, with neatly combed brown hair, a closely shaven face and dark brown eyes, and a dark grey suit with a paisley silver tie, and white shirt. No one would likely notice just exactly who this man was.

Grasping a nearby politician and shaking his hand, he blended in and exchanged pleasantries.

Walking alongside the unassuming man was a tall, slender woman with short cropped black hair. Keeping close but not noticeably close, she made mental notes along with a constant connection through several relay nodes. Highlighting what looked like security personnel, and anyone with a weapon, she kept her lips pursed while she walked alongside the male, pretending almost to be arm candy, an attractive young woman that was taking in the surroundings.

A single table was kept reserved by a pair of men in black suits and black ties, keeping in constant communication with the female, they stood aside a small round table, reserving it for the arrival of the VIP.

It was Mollem's turn to approach and shake hands with Giles, the moment of truth.

Grasping Gile's hand in a firm handshake, the other man looked the politician in the eyes, and offered an almost condescending smile. "Mr. Fabron, it's a pleasure to actually meet you in person." He said, keeping a firm grip.

"I'll be watching your campaign in earnest, as will I be watching your rivals, and fellow candidates." He said, offering a nod, before he moved on towards his table.

The woman moved into action.

"Beta one, Beta Two, Raptor is moving to the nest, prepare the hatching." The woman said mentally through an encrypted channel to the pair of Suit clad men, whom pulled out a chair, and poured several glasses of water.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Leaf hadn't been outside since his business had been put down by a bunch of cybernetic monsters, and so, he'd visited the gun-range every day till he was allowed an open carry permit. With that permit, he bought the biggest pistol he could find. But it wasn't until he met Giles, that he had faith that the chaos in Wing City would ever change.

Leaf mingled with the political crowd briefly before striding across to Ariel Moore, trying not to look too intimidated by her and the glowing robot. "Excuse me, I need to give Mr. Fabron these papers, I'm his assistant." The ex-businessman smiled his flashy white smile and held out a card with his other hand. "My number is on this, maybe I could be your assistant too?"

If she permitted, he'd step right past her if she wasn't paying proper attention.

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#, as written by Saarai
It was a rare sight to see Fatin Alfarsi and Mary Munroe at events like this, the two leaders of the Invictus were always busy or preferred to stay out of the spotlight. But, tonight they had made their presence known. They were no strangers to philanthropy, donating to charity and the local police force in bulk.

Of course they weren't alone, a few escorts clad in black jumpsuits and armored vests staying near the two women. Wing City may have improved, but not every asshole and would-be terrorist had been captured. It was better safe than sorry.

"I don't understand why you couldn't bring the Brit with you." Phinx said as she and the others moved deeper into the conference center. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, a purple turtleneck wore beneath her suit jacket to keep up with her everlasting trend of squeezing the color everywhere she could.

Her partner-in-crime, Stryfe, wore a black dress and equally black corset over it. The angel wings tattooed on her back exposed for all to see, as well as a decent amount of cleavage and overboob thanks to her choice in clothing.

"You look like a classy pirate wench." Phinx said, "Or, a Victorian prostitute." Sandman added, "Or an extra in the first Matrix." Niko interjected, "You know, that scene where Neo goes to meet Trinity and they're in that weird goth orgy club?" He asked, "Ha! You do a little." Phinx said to Stryfe.

"You're all fired." Stryfe said, stepping out in front of the group to lead them ahead. "Okay, everyone go mingle. Find drinks, whatever. I'm going to... survey the area." Stryfe told the others.

"That means she's going to try to find a guy, or girl, to screw when this is over or while this is going on." Phinx explained, "Whatever happens, happens." Stryfe said, breaking off from the group.

"How isn't she patient zero for a new strain of ultra-Herpes?"

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The place was loaded with all manner of people, and he had secured himself a place among its patrons. Bruce Wayne, dressed in a plain black suit, a white dress shirt with a red tie, and shiny black dress shoes, strode through the crowd with a glass of ginger ale in hand, passing the carbonated beverage off as champagne. He walked about, shaking and kissing hands, depending on the gender of those he encountered. He wore a large, rather oafish smile, painted across his face like a pearly masterpiece.

His eyes scanned the crowd, the facial recognition software in his contact lens gathering information on the function's patrons. Many were politicians, others were security, and some were of other renown. However, he was merely here to keep up appearances. Getting adjusted to Wing City hadn't been easy: he hadn't gone out in costume in some time, and had largely kept to himself recently.

Tonight, though, he was going to try to enjoy himself, as well as hope to meet some interesting people. He held out hope that he would meet someone beneficial to Batman.

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> Scanning......Target Identified: Bruce Wayne: CEO Of Wayne Enterprises; Philanthropist: Presence Unexpected; Must Be Kept Under Watch

STRONG-ARM had quickly looked over some key newcomers, but its "interest" was rather piqued by the arrival of Gotham's favorite son. Bruce Wayne was an unexpected visitor indeed, and his turning up was somewhat strange. However, STRONG-ARM had a patrol to resume, and couldn't dwell on contemplating the issue for long. It merely kept scanning faces, and looking for any signs of trouble.

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#, as written by Varden
The Varden Councilor smiled and like most, glanced about the huge room. None of the big players that had arrived went unnoticed but John did no let unpleasant company ruin his pleasant disposition. He was not here to dwell on the past.

"That means she's going to try to find a guy, or girl, to screw when this is over or while this is going on." Phinx explained, "Whatever happens, happens." Stryfe said, breaking off from the group.

"How isn't she patient zero for a new strain of ultra-Herpes?"


John had trouble maintaining the smile upon his face. "Seems I came into the conversation at just the wrong moment. No matter. It is good to see you and your cohorts are doing well Lady Stryfe." He would greet the woman with a friendly smile, nod, and a firm handshake of she permitted him. "Excellent that the Invictus could attend an event such as this.", he said.

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The Express News crew had finished setting up. The technician was performing a camera and transmission test on the APD that was now hovering at a nearby wall.

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#, as written by Tiko
As Mollem moved on from Giles, he was replaced by another.

Najia wasn't from around these parts, and in fact hailed all the way from northern Hafirjan. She was here on matters of work with Rubano Malijin, but he had told her to take the afternoon off. Given her work back in northern Hafirjan in spreading education and awareness for the less fortunate, it seemed fitting that she would find herself at a local charity event here in Wing City.

Truthfully the city lacked the touch of true poverty that was rampant in Hafirjan, but that did not make the plight of their homeless any less worthy of care or attention.

She smiled warmly as she shook Giles' hand.

"It is said that the character of a man is defined by his treatment of those that can give him nothing in return," she told him. "I will be watching your campaign with much interest." Her words were heavily accented, and she struggled with her th's as they typically came out closer to d's, and though her grammar was passable, it was well apparent that it was not her native tongue.

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Once Mollem had made his way to his table, a chair was promptly pulled out for him by one of the agents.

Slowly he lowered himself down into the table while he observed his surroundings, Aiyanna hard at work coordinating security and monitoring electronic communications in and out of the building. So far she didn't come across anything noteworthy.

Once Mollem was in his seat, he looked at the faces of people attending, leaning over towards one of his Confessors, an older man with short white hair seated adjacent from the Aschen Emperor.

"Terrans, I find them detestable, There's someone from the Varden here too, wretched curs, think they own the place." Mollem whispered, and the Confessor nodded. "...and the Invictus..."

"They will be of no consequence, Divine Shadow." Kesslee whispered back. "Though, there's an Aschen here, Sonja Petralia." He added, gesturing to the businesswoman. "I'd like to find out why she is here."

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The old man was almost surprised. Many familiar faces had entered the room, many of which he could name. He had expected the event to be smaller. It was a pleasant thought, however. Perhaps his hopes of winning the election were not so far away at this time like he had suspected.

Giles gave Mollem’s hand a tight shake, a friendly smile given to him. “Thank you, thank you. I’m not too well known just yet, but I’m climbing the ranks slowly. Also, we appreciate your donation to the Funds Against Famine.” He gave him a nod, but found himself facing yet another person as the man went to take his seat. Before he could even ask who he was.

“But who could ignore these people, most of who’ve had their homes taken away in such an unforgiving fashion? Any true citizen of Wing City would understand. Nevertheless, thank you. May I ask, what is your name? You are from Hafirjan, am I correct?”

Meanwhile, Ariel gave Leaf a look of genuine loathing. She jammed her thumb in the direction of Giles. “That way, if you want the old man. You can keep the card. Really,” she rumbled, hands clasped behind her back. Everything about her was telling Leaf to move on. “You can give him the papers yourself.”

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#, as written by Tiko
Najia smiled warmly that Giles had picked out her place of origins so easily.

"That I am," she replied. "My name is Najia Okeke. But please do not let me keep you from everyone else," she added. "It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Fabron."

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#, as written by Gasmask
"Ice queen." Leaf mumbled, shaking his head, putting the card back into his backpocket and approaching Giles, rifling though the papers and finding the right page before passing it off. "Excuse me, sir. Just some minor updates and amendments to some of the events guests, some of them you might find interesting." Leaf would try and pass the sheet of paper over to the politician.

Leaf would turn to respectfully Najia and nod. This was a far cry from his business. The Aschen weren't even allowed in his old workplace, but everything had to the change for the best, right? Right.

Leaf could hope.

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"The pleasure is all mine," replied the old politician to her. "Enjoy the dinner, Miss Okeke."

As Leif approached him, the Giles turned his attention around. "Yes? Leaf, I'm not sure this is the time, but..." He took the paper and looked it over quickly, getting the general idea. He wasn't quite sure what could be so urgent.

The setting changes from Wing City Conference Center to Aslund

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Thousands of families tuned in to their favorite weekend television shows as the evening ticked away across Aslund. As a few of the popular stations broke into commercial break, the screen panned the image of a dreary metropolis. Grime and litter cluttered the streets while sirens whined in the background. An older man clad in a raggedy coat and frayed jeans loitered against the side of a building. A bottle, covered by a paper bag, dangled from his hand.

A young man dressed in a black t-shirt and baggy jeans with a bandana covering his face emerged from the side of the camera and tossed a brick into a nearby window. The glass shattered and an alarm screeched through the street.

"Over ten million violent crimes are committed in the sprawling metropoli of Aslund every year." said an intelligent voice marked with a dignified British accent. "Murders... muggings... robberies... Do you wish for the days when you could freely walk out your door, stroll to the corner store, buy a few necessities, and head home without having to look over your shoulder? I sure do..."

A figure appeared from around the corner. He was an older man clad in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks while a deep purple necktie tucked neatly beneath the collar of a snow white buttoned-down shirt and suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead and flowed downward in a sharply trimmed and groomed beard. Aged wrinkles marked his face as intelligent, observant, and lively blue eyes looked into the camera.

"Hello, my name is Gabriel Ereb." the man introduced himself, "I am a self-made man that grew up in a neighborhood that was not unlike this one. Despite my appearance, I too have known the struggles of lower class urban life. You go to one of your two or three part time jobs before finally getting off in the small hours of the morning. On your way home you pray that you don't become the quarry of someone or something lurking in the alley. Then you lock your doors, eat some beans and rice, watch some television, go to bed, and start it all over in the morning. Or you could be sitting at home because there aren't three part time jobs to feed your family. Well I plan to change that..."

"If you choose me as your parliamentary representative," he continued as a young boy appeared from the right side of the screen and stood next to the old man. Gabriel rested his hand on the boy's shoulder, "I will do whatever it takes to bring good business so you can get good paying jobs to support your family. I will make law enforcement stronger and more efficient, and crack down on street violence so your children - like Timmy here - can play in the street safely and go to a good school, receive an excellent education, and insure a bright future for himself, his family, and our country. Vote for Gabriel Ereb in this coming election, and I will bring in a brighter future that all Terrans can feel pride in. I guarantee it."

The screen panned into the sky and a picture of the old man appeared. "My name is Gabriel Ereb, and I approve this message."

The setting changes from Aslund to Wing City Hall

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#, as written by Ylanne
The grand reception hall in the heart of the center of Wing City's municipal government had never before hosted an event of such political importance as the debate between the candidates vying for the Central Aslundan seat in parliament. The thick, navy blue drapes that normally covered the arching Palladian windows along either side of the hall had been drawn back with tassels that Detective Isaac Bowdoin judged with a smirk were about as big as his fist. Unlike the last time he'd been here, which was the previous night during a final security check with that obnoxious NPA liaison, he could actually see into the hall without having to sheepishly yoink a uniformed officer's flashlight. The sun was a nice touch, though he very nearly snickered aloud at the thought of the camera operators by the windows at the front, who were no doubt struggling to find the best possible angle without accidentally backlighting the candidates too much. It was too bad they hadn't quite arrived.

Isaac reached into his pocket, hoping to steal a glance at the time on his phone, but much to his consternation, all he could see was his own dark-skinned reflection on a black screen. "Don't tell me you let your phone go dead on the job," came a light, perhaps mocking voice from behind him.

Isaac started to turn, catching a surprisingly strong whiff of what smelled like the latest Michel Doudonne cologne. "Shit, don't tell me you're going to snitch on my ass to the Chief." Too late, he realized that the rather short, rotund woman raising her eyebrow at him was Janis McMorrow, the TNG Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"You could do yourself a favor and not give me any reason to bother your boss," McMorrow said, still smiling. Isaac shrugged, stuffing his phone back into his pants pockets. He was wearing a navy blue suit, almost the same color as the drapes, the only one he owned, and he'd had to all but whack his loser roommate over the head to force the kid, whom Isaac suspected spent most of his time in Wing City's red light district, to dig through his own mountain of unwashed laundry to retrieve Isaac's suit. He hadn't even bothered to ask how it'd gotten down there, but as it turned out, the angular-faced Avorian who'd opened the place sometime last year wasn't particularly thrilled with Isaac's near-groveling for her to please get it cleaned before the debate. "Your shirt and pants're wrinkled, you know. Doesn't WCPD have any standards for dress these days?"

Isaac looked down at himself, flushing. He exhaled audibly. "It's my court suit. I had to testify in three cases last week." Despite his attempts to maintain a level tone, a tinge of defensiveness made its way to his voice.

"Well, at least you're not Ereb or Fabron. Imagine if one of them showed up looking like that." McMorrow smirked, straightening the lapels of her own suit, which Isaac found decidedly straight and angled. Probably another way the Minister had subconsciously retained some standards of dress from her own military background. "All right, time to get started." She gave him a friendly pat on the arm and then strode to the stage, immediately culling silence from the excited chatter in the audience and among the media crew members.

"Welcome to the Central Aslundan Parliamentary Debates," said McMorrow, standing at a podium centered on the makeshift platform between four other identical podiums, two on each side and all draped with the TNG flag in maroon and gold. "I'm pleased to serve as your host and moderator this fine afternoon, and look forward to our no doubt rousing exchange of ideas between your candidates, Mr. Gabriel Ereb and Mr. Giles Fabron, each with their secretaries Ms. Alieca Keyes and Mr. Leaf Lotical." She gave a smile for the cameras, folding her hands neatly atop the podium.

"Wing City's own Gabriel Ereb, the CEO of Ereb Industries, has been campaigning diligently on his platform as a successful business visionary and entrepreneur. Originally from London, Mr. Ereb hopes to bring his significant background in business management and philanthropy to represent the people of Central Aslund. In contrast to Mr. Ereb, I am pleased to introduce to you Giles Fabron, the local philanthropist behind the Funds Against Famine campaign, who brings his lifelong experiences as a citizen of Wing City to his campaign -- a real everyman, or so he would have you believe." McMorrow chuckled a bit, knowing the candidates were waiting for her cue to emerge from the side room behind the platform. "With us today will also be Mr. Ereb's running mate, Alieca Keyes, an Aschen-born aspiring attorney closely affiliated with her MP candidate's company, and Mr. Fabron's running mate, Leaf Lotical, a businessman whose last venture was overrun by errant zombies, I'm sure to his dismay. Perhaps he will make his more successful debut in politics instead."

Isaac leaned against one of the windows, arms folded across his chest, as the occasional update filtered through his earpiece. Security would be tight today, since any incident would cast a terrible shadow over all of WCPD's careful planning. The windows were bulletproof, but despite knowing that intellectually, Isaac couldn't help but feel terribly exposed with his back to the glass. When he brought his attention back to the Minister, McMorrow was gesturing openly to the audience. "And without any further ado, I present to you your lovely candidates." Then there was applause, and Isaac straightened, scanning the entrances and exits for what must have been the umpteenth time.

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There was an eruption of photography flashes and applause as a figure emerged from backstage. He was an older man clad in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks. A deep purple necktie was tucked neatly beneath the collar of a snow white buttoned-down shirt and suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead and flowed downward in a sharply trimmed and groomed beard. Aged wrinkles marked his face as intelligent, observant, and lively blue eyes scanned the crowd. Gabriel Ereb smiled warmly and waved as he approached the podium.

"Thank you, Ms. McMorrow." Gabriel responded in his trademark intelligent and dignified British accent. "It's good to be here, and I look forward to discussing our plans to create a better tomorrow for Aslundians and all Terrans alike."

Meanwhile, Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst paced the catwalk above the stage. Their bodies were wrapped in black mesh that defined chiseled and compact muscles. Metallic helmets clung to their heads, complete with breathing masks. Several compartments along with sheathed combat knives and pistols were attached to their waists. Large Ereb Blast Rifles were gripped tightly in their hands. Shadow-Sabre supplemented his blaster with a katana that was sheathed snugly on his back. Observant and alert eyes scanned the area through dark visors.

"Initiate environment security scan." Shadow-Sabre called out on their secure channel.

Several other Alpha Troopers dotted the area, hidden in advanced cloaking. Their network of sensors weeded through the crowd, tagging every person with varying degrees of threat levels. Paia, the artificial super-intelligence that administrated their data, scanned for weapons, abnormal or aggressive body language, and anything that may prove a threat to the proceedings.

<< Environment scan complete. No immediate threats detected. Stay frosty. >>

"Spasibo, Paia." Verhasst replied. "Stay sharp, comrades."

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It was shortly after that a similarly aged man, who was also similarly dressed to Gabriel in a black suit, shirt a pale blue, tie boldly red and gold, walked onto the stage, giving the crowd a cheery wave. He had put his name out there for his charity, and there were enough faces in the crowd that he vaguely recognized from the dinner. A hundred small wrinkles bunched at his cheeks in a very soft smile, which he attempted to exchange with his competitor.

He didn't open with a word to the audience, such as Mr. Ereb did, in what reminded Giles of a talk show personality. He swept his eyes about the audience, and instead nodded to Isaac.

Mr. Ereb was not the only one with security about. There were two young women about, both very distinct from one another. Delta Vargas and Ariel Moore, one hidden within the crowd, one backstage.

One couldn't be too safe in Wing City.

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#, as written by Ylanne
"The way this'll work, for all you folks tuning in from home," said McMorrow, nodding to each of the candidates as they took their positions on the platform, "is that Mr. Ereb and Mr. Fabron will each have five minutes to make an opening statement outlining their platforms and key policy proposals. Afterward, I have prepared a set of questions for our candidates, some addressed to Mr. Ereb and some to Mr. Fabron. For direct responses, the candidates will have two minutes to respond. After each response, the other candidate will have an opportunity to rebut once for one minute. At the conclusion of the evening, each candidate will have the option to give a five minute closing statement."

Isaac kept his eyes on Giles, giving him a brief smile in return, though his attention remained on the potential entrances and exits in the event of any disruption. He'd heard around the WCPD headquarters that someone had suggested the Intelligence Director moderate the debate--a suggestion that had undoubtedly been shot down almost immediately. Isaac could almost hear Drulović's response, and barely refrained from chuckling aloud. I think your suggestion might give that slice of Swiss cheese in your sandwich some good competition for number of holes. He wondered how long, exactly, before that intrepid minister (a politician, no doubt) had been talked out of even attempting to approach her with the proposition before McMorrow's name had finally come up.

"I've tossed a coin before we opened tonight, and Mr. Ereb will have the first opportunity to make an opening statement, followed by Mr. Fabron. For concluding statements, it will be the reverse order. The candidates have not been provided with this information or with any copies of the questions, in order to ensure as much fairness as possible." McMorrow drew her features tightly together as she looked toward Gabriel. "Mr. Ereb, the floor is yours."

Isaac stifled a yawn. Great. A good two hours stuck listening to two old white men talking politics and making promises they couldn't keep or possibly didn't even care to bother with after assuming office. Definitely not what he planned and definitely not more entertaining than a good first-person-shooter game on his new system.