The Great Debate

[Darth Metus]

The Combined Clans Building, Bothawui

With the resignation of the [member="Gerion Ardik"] from the mantle of Vicelord came an opportunity for honorable men and women to step forward. Now, candidates vied for the support of the people so that they might ascend to the position of Vicelord and serve the whole of the Confederacy as a representative of its will. After many notable individuals announced their candidacies, the uppermost auditorium within the Combined Clans Building was then dedicated to a rather auspicious event: a Town Hall-style Debate! Here, the four candidates would each take a stand and share why they deserved to be the next Vicelord of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Here, the people would be able to pick the brains of these individuals, on the spot, to see if they are truly worthy of this immense honor.

To this end, four podiums were set up upon an elevated platform which overlooked rows upon rows of seats. Before these was a desk where the Mediator would guide the Debate, in addition to a microphone so that members of the audience might come and personally pose questions to the candidates. Already, the seats were filled to the brim and quite conversations criss-crossed the aisles; excitement was in the air...and Isley Verd was feeling a touch of nerves. He, who had stared down a den full of Rakghoul and lived to tell the tale, found his palms sweating at the thought of addressing a room full of people...yet he would swallow this nervousness and soldier through it. Forgoing his beskar'gam in favor of a three-piece suit befitting the occasion, Isley gripped either side of the podium and inhaled calming breaths before offering the crowds a sincere smile.

It was only a matter of time before the Mediator arrived and the questioning began.

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[OOC;; Now that the Ballot is in place, it's time for the Candidates to do some IC campaigning. Enter the Great Debate! Everyone is welcome to join the thread and pose a question to the candidates; but please, one at a time. Let everyone answer their question before posing another one. Our own Kest will be presiding over the debate and will also pose our first question.]

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[member="Adela Verd"], [member="Aella Cadeyrn"], [member="Ahani Najwa"], [member="Alisha'ven"], [member="Alli Wren"], [member="Amarant deWinter"], [member="Anastasia Verd"], [member="ARC-247"], [member="Ashlyn Roberts"], [member="Atretes Rhoujen"], [member="Beowulf Kaa"], [member="Boone"], [member="CC-051 Jorgan"], [member="CC-192 Storm"], [member="CC-195 Caboose"], [member="CC-325 Sawtooth"], [member="CC-827 Tauranov"], [member="CC-848 Jon"], [member="Corran Serat"], @Corvinus Palpatine, [member="Cynnamon Crane"], [member="Darth Naefas"], [member="Devorah Verd"], [member="Emily Connors"], [member="Esther Griffon"], @Ethan Alde, [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Gavin Ovmar"], [member="Gerion Ardik"], @Grag-Lortal, [member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Hansky Walker"], [member="Hayato"], [member="Idiian Sayali"], [member="Judah Lesan"], [member="Kage CC-743"], @Lancer Damar, [member="Lee Radimus"], [member="Lee Astaar"], [member="M4N-SDD"], [member="Manu Xextos"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Marius"], [member="Neskar A'toll"], [member="Nocturno"], [member="Oryuken CC-128P"], [member="Phoebe Verd"], [member="Riki Tor'lor"], [member="Salem Norongachi"], @Særa Ayña Savon, [member="Scythe Zervos"], [member="Serian Loria"], [member="Serock Hoath"], [member="Shorurra"], [member="Siara Kai"], [member="Siqa"], [member="Siyndacha Aerin"], [member="Sophia Denko"], [member="Strask Ak'lya"], [member="Tanis Ashfall"], [member="TD-18"], [member="Thrasher CC-314"], [member="Tycho Shorn"], [member="Vorhi Alestrani"], [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Xavier Vi'dreya"], [member="Zahuro Ikane"]

 

[Zahuro Ikane]

Hungover. That was the one word that would come to mind if anyone looked at Zahuro right that second: Hungover, because he was. That was the state he was in after having spent ample credits drinking the previous night away. How he got back to the barracks where he was staying he didn't remember, but it was thanks to someone waking him up and telling him about this town-hall that he was there now. If not for that he would still be in his bunk sleeping last night off. He wasn't that interested in the politics of the now open seat for the Vicelord of the CIS. Hell, he was only a member of the CIS on paper because they were paying him to fly for them. But he still went. So, with dark circles under his eyes and disheveled hair he was there, silently stepping into the occupied auditorium and taking a seat near the door.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia had to keep remembering to breath as she stood at the podium awaiting for the debate to begin. She was nervous about standing in front of the room and saying something stupid or not saying anything at all. It was silly really, she gave speeches all the time and this was nothing different. The woman was passionate when it came to Chroma Zed and what she had accomplished there had made the planet flourish once more. She was sure many thought it was easy being Viceroy of the pretty planet but there was so much more to that. She put in a lot of time to see the world she loved grow and continue to grow. She wanted to do the same for the Confederacy as a whole. They had done so much for her and she wanted to give back. This venue gave her a chance to express herself and to share her passion and ideas with the rest of the Confederacy regardless if she won or not.

Taking a deep breath she glanced out into the crowd looking for any familiar faces trying to keep her composer. She was sure the debate would start soon enough. Once it did she was sure that her nerves would subside.

 

[Ak'lya]

Staring out into the crowd, Strask calmed himself. Or tried at least. The trench coat he was wearing was hot, and the stage lights didn't help. His back hurt, his head was running through some problem with the CIS or Republic,he couldn't remember, and all he could see we're the faces of the people. His people, mostly. Many of them were from Bothuwai, and most of those were Bothans. That was a good thing. He may just have their vote easily. The rest... He would need to figure that out. He smiled at [member="Isley Verd"], who seemed as nervous as he was. At least he wasn't alone.
[member="Sophia Denko"]

 

[Nyxie]

It was just like the Galactic Senate, all over again. That's what Alachei thought as she entered the auditorium and reared up behind her designated podium. Dark robes with regal purple sleeves and gold trimmed mantle draped from her shoulders to the floor, covering her body and the sorceress regalia beneath. Her skin was slick and pale and glistening, smooth as the most finely polished crystal, all but completely veiled in the shadow the stage lights cast as they illuminated her hood. Slowly, she pulled it back from her head, further revealing the large horn-like headdress cresting her skull, and those of a biological nature beside. The high queen, an exemplary sample of perfect Mnenchei grace and form, bore a slightly intimidating and yet serene appearance. Once again, the woman known for so long as the alias Deira would fight with pen over sword. Needless of scripts or drafts, the woman formulated all which she deemed necessary to say in the annuls of her mind. Only bright, purple eyes forfeit her tale.