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Good evening, everyone. I'm Ted, running for Everglade Guardian. I'll be swift and tell you why, and what you're in for with me. There are three goals I'm after.

Entertainment. As one acquaintance confided in me, the candidates last election were terribly boring. As Kierkegaard said, boredom is the root of all evil, and we can't have that, can we? This boredom was allegedly so severe that he left off voting entirely. Impressive when you consider that your devices will hound you all, loudly and relentlessly for a week should you refuse to participate. Suppose he had to do without. Well, there's no worries with me. I'm nothing if not newsworthy, and I know how to generate a headline or two.

The second is reward. Perhaps some are uninspired to partake of democracy's fruits for want of sweetness. For that I offer this remedy: a story. One unique to this place, singly entrusted to Genessia's muse, and passed on to myself. I warn you it is an extremely troubling story; as significant as it is dangerous. Such things aren't hidden without reason. If you trust me with the position, I shall entrust you with this heretofore veiled tale.

Lastly, and most importantly, is the prevention or cessation of the Guardians' possible atrocity. There is a high likelihood that they're behind perhaps the worst sin since Genessia began, and I'd like to end that as peacefully as possible. Being a fellow Guardian grants me the smoothest path that way.

Doubtless you'll think me unforgivably coy and cagey for not saying more about the nature of this hypothetical wrongdoing. I'm afraid there's nothing for it; more clarity might mean a more entrenched problem, and solving it is rather more important to me than being wholly transparent. Don't worry; when and if I get to that dreadful point, you'll know all then.

There you have it. Entertainment, reward, and my intention of putting a stop to the vilest evil in the world I know. If, indeed, it exists. Happily it may not, but better safe than sorry, eh? If you have any interesting questions, pray save them for the debate tomorrow. As I said, it has suffered from dullness in the past. Boring questions now, however, are welcome.

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You are putting forth some mysteries in your campaign. Intriguing.

I would like to know more about this vile evil.

[He thinks if it is a Guardian secret, he may not yet know about it since he's only been a deputy and temporary Guardian. Perhaps when he is official, he may know more.]

[Ted, being one to read just about everything that's on the network, has observed Greivous' gradual mellowing out. That makes him glad. He thinks a past Grievous may have jumped down his throat for making such contentious claims. Now he's merely curious, open perhaps. Hopefully that makes a difference for the better.]

Glad you think so; seems I'm fulfilling my promise to be more interesting already, eh? Well, then I advise patience. Doubtless we may have a heart-to-heart on the matter soon.

[Nova City, if his info's still current, is the nexus of that evil. If he strikes anywhere, it will be there.]

[His time being here along with some actual physical readjustments to his brain - which had been tampered with when he'd become a cyborg - had helped greatly in his more reasonable approach to things now. It didn't mean, though, that he couldn't be highly aggressive when provoked. He just hadn't had to deal with any real enemies for a while.]

Then I look forward to your information, when the time comes.

[The day approaches. Grievous is officially in that position, and Ted almost certainly isn't. Perhaps that would've given him an in, might've let him do things a smoother way. Ah well; nothing for it. A few days later...]

Grievous, I'm away at sea per the newspaper article. When I return, I'd like nothing more than to have that heart-to-heart at your HQ. The evil I spoke of still troubles me, and you're the one situated nearest. Pray grant me a private audience; just the two of us so we might handle it as sensitively as it needs. I won't be more than twenty minutes of your time, if that.

Very well. I will make time available when you return.

You will tell me all that you know of this evil and then we will conquer it.

[He's confident.]

[Cagey? Coy? More like a little suspicious.] It's hard to trust a secretive candidate. [Or any at all, Rosinante is not one who who trusts easily in general.]

[Ted, the one-man surveillance state, had only ever seen the man use text.]

That you've taken to video to say so speaks volumes. Heh, what's the occasion?

[His eyes fall and refocus]

Well, can't say I blame you. Would I could be more forward, but it's the thorniest thing I've yet encountered. It's so damn dualistic. If it's nothing and the Guardians are innocent, then no harm, no foul. If it's what I suspect--the worst thing in the world--it'll have to end, full stop. Perhaps, impossible as it is to figure, even they don't know of it. They might resist me, they might assist me.

[And when you don't know if they know, it's hard to know how to proceed, you know?]

In short, it's a can of worms the size of Leviathan, and I must straddle the razor's edge between guilt and innocence; absolution and damnation. Suppose all I can reasonably ask is that, if others have the feeling that the Guardians aren't as angelic as they ought to be, then they entrust me to root out the sin.

It's not like hiding here is going to benefit me. I don't need to protect my identity anymore. I still prefer texting. It's easier for me. But some times it's better to actually speak.

[Rosinante doesn't find his explanation appealing. It sounds like paranoia, vigilantism, things that mean very little good in the long run. While he knows the importance of weeding out corruption where it stands, this sounds like a one man vendetta rather than anything substantial. Especially with the secretive behavior.

But his expressions shows nothing of it. He's a trained Marine, a talented actor, and someone who was able to keep his cool undercover. He just seems calm, like he's listening in interest.]

Have many come to you with their doubts?

No, thankfully.

[Ted thinks it's obvious that TPTB wouldn't dream of a sin that wasn't either hidden or popular. Of course none would rankle but...well, him. The "thankfully" was an almost unconscious addition, for he's not ignorant of how this all looks. He knows people don't have much reason to trust one who won't say more of an evil than its mere potentiality. Good. Ted's tired of his almost Luffy-like ability to embroil others in his troubles. A one-man vendetta is the perfect number to ensure the least people get hurt.]

Good.

[The problem is that without a sort of evidence or something to go on, he can't place any faith in this sort of thing. Rosinante is a reasonable man, and that means trying to look at the facts. And here, they're just not present.] Good luck with your campaign.

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