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Rubano Malijin

"Through power, victory."

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

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The Honorable Rubano Malijin, Terran Parliament Chairman

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Age: Mid-late 30's
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 210 lbs
Physique: Mesomorphic, Muscular
Eye Color: Black
Nationality: Terran
Occupation: Parliament Chairman

Rubano hails from Hafirjan, representing many of the Eastern/Central countries such as Tanzania, Uganda, and the Congo. A popular politician and likeable celebrity, Rubano is known for his charismatic persona, strong intellect and good-natured sense of humor. He demonstrates a deep sense of patriotism and loyalty toward Terra, and a passionate determination to maintain her sovereignty. Despite his strong support for Terran independence, Rubano often advocates for bills that grant more privileges and authorities to the TNG, claiming that only a "powerful government" can be a strong one. A decisive leader and influential speaker, Rubano is the creator of the 'Xenia Compromise', the foreign garrison charter that Terra uses today.


Rubano graduated from Makerere University with a bachelor's in intergalactic business and a master's in political science. He took a year for himself after he graduated, travelling across Terra and giving his time and money to many respected global charity organizations. When he returned to Kampala, his family's influence and personal connections with his former university allowed him to quickly procure a position at Makerere as a professor of political science and Director of Admissions. He worked there for two years and was well-liked among his students and colleagues, despite his notoriously strict classroom etiquette and extreme lack of tolerance for tomfoolery and academic dishonesty. After exposing an embezzling scandal perpetuated by the university's president, Rubano was promoted by the school board to Dean of Humanities and Social Sciences. After three more years of diligent and prosperous work, Rubano was appointed the president of Makerere University.

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Four years later, Rubano was offered a position as an assistant to the Ugandan Minister of Foreign Affairs. He worked with the ministry for two years, during which time he famously negotiated the release of over a hundred captured civilians from the hands of Tanzanian rebels. Using his generous wealth, Rubano also personally financed the reconstruction of several war-torn Ugandan neighborhoods. His efforts won him the Confederate Humanitarian Award and the Union Crest of Courage. Despite his relatively meager political function, Malijin had become one of this most popular politicians of the time. His fame quickly prompted presidential-hopeful Gwandoya Balondemu to elect Malijin as his running mate. When Balondemu won, Rubano became Vice President of Uganda.


Rubano spent the next four years serving the people of Uganda, using his new-found political freedoms to endorse a series of economic reforms and military expansion projects. His illustrious history, handsome person, convincing speeches and ultimately effective fiscal amendments garnered enormous support for both himself and Balondemu. Unfortunately, Balondemu would be mysteriously assassinated by Ugandan rebels in his own office one year before the end of his term. Though grieved over the loss of his friend and colleague, Rubano assumed the presidency, focusing the country's funds towards public relief efforts as well as spearheading Ugandan military efforts in ousting several rebel factions. Despite his enormous public approval, Malijin refused to run for office after his term had ended, still crestfallen over the loss of Gwandoya.


Rubano took another year off, this time travelling to other central Hafirjan countries such as Congo, Kenya, Egypt and Ethiopia. He continued his humanitarian endeavors, overseeing the construction of new homes, work places, hospitals and cultural centerpieces. He heavily endorsed anti-rebel movements and worked closely with expulsion activists, learning a good deal about military logistics and battle tactics from a myriad of different generals and commanders. He famously lead Rwandan armed forces in the Battle of Ndogo Mlima, literally charging into the fray alongside the 6th battalion and defeating the kambamti insurrectionist movement in open combat. He received the Rwandan Medal of Honor for his valor and bravery. All of this, of course, reached the ears of the Hafirjan public via media networks. Malijin's popularity was at an all time high.


When the Terran National Government assumed power and ask for Parliamentary representation from Hafirjan, Malijin submitted his candidacy. He won the election in a momentous landslide.

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Rubano Malijin's Story

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"Ms. RinesWurth," Rubano beamed, lingering back while David entered the Institution, "good to see you. I am glad the Terran media finally has something to cover a event that is not utterly depressing or tragic." He rested himself against his cane. "I hope you don't mind. I suffered a small injury during the attack on the Government Center. Walking has become something of a chore for me."

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“Aye,” replied Neodin as he folded his paws over the pommel of his massive holy runeblade. It resonated with a divine golden aura of calming serenity. The two Aryite Chosen had seated and gazed in awe at the city’s architecture as it zoomed past. “I am familiar with the predicament. My people and our confederation have been waging a ceaseless war for over a thousand of your years. It was only recently were we blessed with a calm in the storm so we could advance our portal magic and construct our ships.” The Priest-king paused and observed as a construction worker tip-toed across some scaffolding. “Our peoples have at least one thing in common, Marna Malijin.” He said. “We both pride ourselves in our architecture. We Aryites seek to build roads and walls that will stand the test of time. Our constructions are like carefully crafted works of art. Some of the roads that bind our lands together have done so since my father’s time, over a millennium ago.” Neodin chuckled.

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"The terrorist, Whisper, remains in the custody of the Aschen," Rubano nodded, his voice suddenly a bit more grave, "we are negotiating with the Empire concerning how she is to be tried." He smiled slowly. "But come, Winne. Surely this is not the time nor place to discuss such-"

Rubano was suddenly cut off as a mob of photographers rushed passed them towards the nearly arrived Misranans. The TNG politician was startled as the alien ambassadors arrived in their usual uniquely stylish flare, cutting through the mob of flashing cameras and shouting reporters like a knife through hot butter. Malijin dark eyes widened. The night had just gotten a bit more interesting.

"You must excuse me, Winne. I would not want to consume all your time. There is quite the collection of characters gathered here tonight." He smiled, offered her his thanks, and went inside.

He followed swiftly after Fazari and Aerilyn, managing to avoid the sight Drulovic and Lebrun just as they were pulling up. The Chairman walked up alongside Fazari, nodding warmly to the man.

"Mr. Fazari," he smiled, cameras flashing in both their faces now, "good to see you here. I was not expecting the Bureau to play a part in tonight's little affair." He perked a curious brow. "Or perhaps you are here on matters of pleasure? I see you brought your lovely wife here with you." He nodded charmingly towards Aerilyn. "Honored to meet you, Mrs. Fazari. I regret that I have yet to meet you."

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"Aerilyn, Rubano; Rubano, Aerilyn," Ahmad said, incredibly pleased with the fact that he'd managed to avoid stammering at all in making the introduction as he gestured between the Center-Rightist Chairman and his spouse. "I'm, uh, I'm just here for the, uh, for the food is all. Invitation arrived earlier in the week, and thought maybe, maybe it might be good to get out of the a -- house for a bit." He offered a quick smile that barely hid his near-cringe. "And, yeah, we thought maybe it'd be a good idea to, ah, to come with the Director. She's right -- " He quickly twisted his head to catch sight of the older woman trailing behind as Lebrun wheeled farther into the festivities.

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"Ah," Rubano nodded, "so madame director Drulovic IS here?" He nodded contently. "I look forward to seeing her, then." He gestured towards the atria, laughing heartily. "But come, Mr. and Mrs. Fazari! The reporters will not bother us in the ballrooms. I insist on getting the both of you a drink. Come, come." He would lead them towards the central rooms, walking steadily with the support of his cane.

He looked over his shoulder only once to see if he could catch a glimpse of Drulovic.

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Ahmad grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, ah, we're just going to be going now," he said, urging Aerilyn to follow him after Rubano and praying he wouldn't have to speak to the damned reporter. Oh Allah, protect me from open-ended questions that I can't produce answers to within a socially acceptable amount of time. He could already hear his imam laughing at him for what must have been a ludicrous, spur of the moment pleading. "Thank you, Minister," he added, already flushing at the realization that this reaction was quite a bit delayed.

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Drulovic might suddenly be aware of a broad shadow passing over her from behind.

"Madame Director," Rubano crossed to stand beside her, his voice like honey. He held his cane in his hand, only applying a light pressure on the ebony support.

"It's been too long."

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"Been better," Rubano said plainly, looking out into the crowds of milling patrons, not meeting Drulovic's eye, "a bit worse for wear. The terrorist attack didn't treat me well." He almost seemed to chuckle. "In hindsight, I suppose I got lucky."

He looked down on the director. "I see you caught some bad luck yourself." He smirked. "Strange. I heard you were dead."

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"I am quite selective on what little rumors I allow myself to entertain," Rubano spoke plainly, "in truth, I have a nasty tendency to take to heart those small tidbits of gossip that I find... appealing..."

It was then that Sheodin walked up to them. The tension fell from Rubano's shoulders immediately. "Archmage!" he smiled warmly, "honored to see you! I trust the Aryite diplomats have found Terra to their liking? Is King Neodin well?"

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"Excellent," Rubano clearly looked pleased, "we have been looking forward to opening up trading routes with your nation for quite some time. The foods and gifts you gave to use during our initial diplomatic negotiations were exquisite." The chairman cleared his throat. "There does, however, remain the daunting challenge of recourse distribution. We DO exist on different dimensions, after all. How do you suggest we open up a viable trading route?"

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"An excellent idea, Archmage," Rubano smiled, "I am certain that this would further the bond between our worlds considerably. Both our nations would benefit." He sipped at the wine in his hands curiously. "When was the council planning on commencing construction here in Terra? I am certain Parliament would not object to it."

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"Of course, Archmage," Rubano replied, "I can name three dozen Terrans off the top of my head who would kill for the chance to see your homeworld in all its glory. If it is half as lovely as the stories your king told us of it when he visited here, then it must quite a sight indeed."

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"Cars, Archmage," Rubano smiled, "cars and vehicles. I look forward to learning more about your world just as you learn from mine."

The chairman suddenly picked up his phone. "Ah, you must excuse me, Archmage. Mr. Walker needs me in a different wing of the Institution." Thanking the Aryite, he walked away.

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The duo would be lead to the office of Rubano Malijin, a room furnished with an elegent black-dark red theme, boldly modest while subtly professional. The carpet, a deep shade of sanguine, lay stretched about the floor-space; slick-ebony furniture jutting from the red artistically. Several portraits and artifacts of Ugandan make lay arranged about the room; mounted on displays or hung up fashionably. A massive window made up most of the far wall, giving way to a stunning view of night-time Wing City.

Malijin himself sat behind a large dark-oak desk, his eyes focused on several documents. As the two mercenaries entered his room, he looked up, a bright smile flitting across his face.

"Gentlemen!" he sat up, standing to his full 6' 5" potential, "so glad you could make it. Please, come in, sit." He gestured to the chairs on the other side of his desk, noticeably smaller then his own. "Would you like a refreshment? Some wine, perhaps?"

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"Of course gentlemen, of course," Rubano smiled, "very to-the-point. I like it." He reclined in his chair, his hands knitting together below his seat. "I'm sure it must be no surprise to you both that I have need of your services. With Cranford dead and the TAF just returning to the planet, Terra has found herself in a period of political instability. Between impending war... terrorism... assassination... it's clear that we're not in a good place right now." He nodded towards the mercs. "That's where you come in. I'd like to hire you, privately, for the good of the Terran government. Our law enforcement is spread too thin these days. I need to take matters into my own hands." He briefly opened a drawer in his desk, retrieving two files.

"I intend on deputizing you both and sending you directly after threats to Terran security," he explained, flipping through the papers, holding them up so both soldiers could see them. NPA deputation forms. "You, along with several other mercenaries of my choice, will comprise my own personal task force. You will go where I tell you to and do as I say." He looked up. "...naturally, you'll be paid very well."

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"Excellent, gentlemen," Rubano smiled grandly, "glad to have you aboard. If you could just sign here." He slid two documents over to the men for them to sign off on. There would be no loopholes or fine-print in the writing that might jeopardize the agreement.

"Remember gentlemen, you work for me now," Rubano explained, "not the TNG, not the NPA. You will answer directly to me and receive your assignments from no one else but myself and designated subordinates."

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It was nearly midnight. Rubano Malijin sat at the end of a long conference table in one of the Parliamentary meeting rooms, a stack of papers in front of him. He went through them stoically, pausing only once to straighten his cufflinks and scribble a note next to the paragraphs of monotonous text.

Not far away stood Captain Ashton MacDuff, his hair a mopping mess over his furrowed brows, his captain's uniform wrinkled and generally disheveled. He was looking out the window, watching the twinkling lights of the city beneath them and the meager webwork of stars stationed above them. It was to these heavenly sentinels that he paid most attention to, grumbling impatiently as his eyes traced patterns between the luminous studs. THAT'S where he ought to be right now, not stuck in a conference room with a parliament chairman...

The door opened. Both eyes looked up. Casper Lessard entered the room, a briefcase under his arm, his fingers fiddling with his bow tie. He greeted the both of them with an honest smile, the warm expression oddly out of place on the sickly, pale condition of his complexion. "Chairman. Captain."

"Assistant Diplomat Lessard," Rubano smiled, sitting back, "pleasure to see you. I thank you again for flying in from Narita on such short notice."

"Y'look exhausted," MacDuff remarked blandly.

Casper remarked both comments with a well-tempered grin. "It was no trouble at all, really. Made the trip in a few hours with a jump-loop. I should be able to return just as quickly." He chuckled dryly. "As for my less than 'healthy' condition, I apologize. Vampirism makes for some interesting skin conditions." He set his briefcase down on the table. "It also removes all biological respite necessities and keeps my mind in perfect sobriety at all hours of the day." He looked up. "Sobriety. Is that a word you're familiar with, Captain MacDuff?"

Ashton grunted, turning away.

Rubano only chuckled, his voice deep and oiled. "Come now, Mr. Lessard. Let's try and look presentable for our Invictus friends. They should be arriving any minute."

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Stryfe made her way through the government building, several Invictus soldiers, including Anodyne and a suited Nina, following close behind. The woman waved and smiled at most she passed by, not out of any formality, but after awhile she had come to know some of these people.

And, the Invictus had a tradition of making sure everything was on a personal family. It wasn't a job, it was a family. Paychecks were like allowance in a way.

"Nina, Anodyne, you're with me. Cyrus, the rest of you stay out here, mingle or something." Stryfe said as they approached the meeting room, "You got it, Kahuna. We'll be close. But, not too close." Cyrus responded, gesturing the other Invictus soldiers away.

The Invictus leader took a breath before stepping into the room, "Good day. Or night." She said to the men, "Sorry we couldn't do this another time, but... things have gotten a lot busier for us."

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Rubano stood to his full towering height as Stryfe entered the room, smiling grandly. "Not a problem, Ms. Alfarsi. I welcome you to the Government Center, and I thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice."

Ashton grunted, offering her a curt but respectful nod. The TAF and the Invictus were on good terms for obvious reasons.

Casper smiled. "Ms. Alfarsi. A pleasure."

The parliament chairman gestured to the table. "As you said, our time is limited. Perhaps we can jump right into the discussion?" He motioned for everyone to be seated. Once situated, he cleared his throat, examining his papers once again.

"I'll begin, Ms. Alfarsi, by thanking you for the Invictus' support in our most recent defensive endeavors against the mysterious attack in Wing City. Your contribution of infantry and air support was a great help to the NPA in securing and containing the threat."

Ashton interjected now. "Veritas put him down as a vampire lord, one of the blood kings of old. That lil' attack he made downtown was tough... but we think he used up just about all of his strength in pullin' it off. I don't think we'll be seeing much of him anymore."

Casper was silent, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

"Now then," Rubano continued, "let's continue. I understand, Ms. Alfarsi, that you recently engaged in diplomatic affairs with the Volarian leadership." He leaned back in his chair. "Perhaps you can tell me how that went?"

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"I have my doubts that we won't see that guy again. My father, both of my fathers, taught me that you never assumed your enemy was defeated until you see a body or you personally drag them into a cell." Stryfe told Ashton, moving to take a seat for the meeting.

"Not well. The leadership there seems intent on mudslinging and defending their Taiyou neighbors because I, for good reason, am distrustful of them. It's nothing to dwell on, there are other fish in the sea. And, I don't much like the idea of catering to people who support imperialism, honestly. But, it's not my call." The woman said, shrugging a shoulder.

"And... I'd like there to be more communication between us in the future. The military and I are fine, hell, they had my back when I decided it was time to give Terra some weights and tell them to beef up. But, the politicians, you don't seem to be as keen on consorting with me and mine."

"Maybe it's the bond that soldiers share, we understand eachother, that is diluting my thoughts. You know, politicians don't understand the battlefield and all that." The Invictus leader said, "Or, are my thoughts justified?"

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"Perhaps, Ms. Alfarsi," Rubano shrugged, "but you should understand WHY Parliament has been reluctant to solidify relations with the Invictus as of late." He stroked his chin. "Your diplomatic history is... questionable. The Invictus is on terrible terms with the Taiyou. Meager relations with the Aschen. And now, according to Mr. Lessard's reports, you have garnered the ire of the Volarians." He shook his head. "You must understand, Ms. Alfarsi, that the Terran National Government very much would like to maintain diplomatic relations with these people, even if you don't. We are a government. We can't just 'not care' about people if they don't share our beliefs. Perhaps there ARE other fish in the sea, but the Volarians are in our little corner of the ocean. Being on bad terms with them is something we simply cannot do."

MacDuff folded his arms over his chest, resting his head lazily against the back of his chair. Casper remained silent, his only motion the swivel of his head between Rubano and Stryfe as they traded dialogue. He was not even making an effort to look like he was breathing.

"Surely, Ms. Alfarsi," Rubano continued, "you can understand where we're coming from with this?"

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The meeting room would have it's final guests, the sounds of boots hitting marble floors echoed through the hallway, as Aiyanna, four Imperial Marines clad in neatly pressed black uniforms, polished jack boots, and Imperial regalia adorned on their peaked caps.

"We've put down the rebellion and now Order can prevail." She said to one of her Marines. "Wait outside." She instructed, pocketing a small white crystal.

The Marine nodded, and turned to Aiyanna as he opened the door.



"I worship his shadow."

Aiyanna nodded. "I worship his Shadow."


And then she stepped into the room. Her boots thunking on the floor.

"Hounds begging for scraps at Parliament's table." She said, surveying the officials in the room.

Her blue eyes focused, and then they narrowed on Stryfe. Then back to Rubano and MacDuff, the expression of disgust forming on her face.

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"Again, as I already said, it's not my call. It's your call, if you'd like to push me aside because I have my opinion, be my guest. But, I doubt you want to lose allies." Stryfe said, "Where you're coming from is very naive, narrow-minded, just because I'm not close with someone doesn't mean you don't have to be." The woman explained.

"And, please don't tell me you're going to ignore the very reasons, the same events that befell you, for my relations with the Taiyou and the Aschen. They've invaded this planet and murdered thousands of people, millions." Stryfe said sternly, "My relations with the Taiyou is all but non-existent because they attacked a Terran police station. They injured Terran police officers." Stryfe noted.

The Invictus leader stood, looking towards Aiyanna once she entered the room. "As for the Aschen, the same reasons, mostly. The only difference is that the Aschen seem to be willing, at least in some ways, to reform. Even if they don't always seem like it. They've been trying to help, they've actually been decent."

"I can honestly say that I'll be visiting Langara soon, my other half, Mary Munroe, is heading there to drop off an Aschen that was about to be murdered in the streets. She's also bringing the fugitive, Jacob Haley, to Terra." Stryfe said, "I tell you this because it shows that I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, but I won't forget the past and roll over like your previous government."