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A bloody awful debate@Opposition
The debate had started and Dexter was living up his moment on the stage and S’venia was watching on with glee while her eye in the sky took in the crowd; with her right eye being filled with the video being shot in real time. “Rotate left,” she spoke as the drone shifted its focus and took in another section of the crowd, this one seemed angry as Gatch spoke, “perfect, hold here,” she spoke again as the drone held its position. The mayor was currently speaking, and S’venia was more than happy to record those who were not happy with his policies, even if they were not voting for Dexter. Yet the more she recorded this group, in particular, the more she felt like she recognized someone within it, and the feeling demanded an answer. “Switch to the glove,” S’venia spoke and assumed control over the drone’s movement. She slowly twisted it left, and then right, before she settled on one face in the mess of people. “It can't be,” she paused as she locked her vision on the face before her, “full screen,” S’venia commanded and her glasses responded by switching the video feed to be fully visible, “zoom in,” she commanded again, “still shot,” S’venia spoke softly as the drone snapped a picture and as she slowly turned her head back to the debate stage, “turn off my vision,” she commanded once again, her jaw dropping ever so slightly, as the video feed was removed from her sight and as the warnings from the rest of the campaign entered her thoughts.
"And this race, Gatch... This race is about much more than bringing corporate income back to the zone. Look around you— all of you! This isn't just a race about the economy. This is about—"
*Bang*
S’venia watched as time seemed to slow around the bullets exits from what remained of Dexter’s left eye socket. The bloody and visceral nature of the wound left little doubt in her mind as to the fate of the man who promised a better future. S’venia shifted her focus as further gunshots rang out, this time by the security personnel who blindly fired upward. She watched as they fell one by one. Shortly-thereafter, the assassin announced his presence in full, landing after blowing off the incumbent mayors' leg shortly before. He charged the stage in once swift jump, and had ripped off the arm of Gatch in another swift strike. S’venia had since ducked behind a pillar, away from the bloody mess of a debate if she ever saw one.
S’venia turned her attention back to the area where she had seen a familiar face before, and she saw him again; a man bearing the likeness of the missing debate candidate. She rested her vision on him before she returned her gaze to the debate stage, her eye first falling on Dexter before they shifted over to his assassin, “save someone, S’vei, save someon- someone,” she spoke to herself before she slowly sank down the pillar. She was no warrior, no fighter that could fight something like that monster out there. It was heavily augmented, that much was clear and she bore none herself. What she could try, however, was a distraction. “Resume video, full screen, camera enter pre-programed mode 'paparazzi',” she spoke as her glasses erupted with the video as her eye in the sky erupted outward with various camera flashes and actual cameras. She used her glove to quickly shift the drone's attention towards the assassin. “Identified subject,” she spoke in a quivering voice as the drone began to move quickly towards the assassin. “Quarter second bursts, full flash each shot, continue until commanded otherwise, change direction on my command,” she paused as the drone picked up speed towards the assassin, quickly spinning around its body, resting some five feet in front of it, and then unleashed its full barrage of light on its face.
“Shift left, shift up, shift right, shift left,” S’venia commanded and the drone responded, moving in seemingly random directions while keeping its full attention on the masked face of the assassin.
