It was early in Gingdale as Ceves, Certainia, Ulfrin, and Tendro were gathered in the Motel office planning their actions. "Alright, so we can't get to Dicklerson Charston right now," said Ceves as he looked over a few maps and papers with info on them.
"So, how do we get him?" Asked Certainia focusing on the map.
"Well, his head of security lives a few blocks away... and has all the keys to get into the house. So, we'll hit him first then go and get Dicklerson," said Ceves as he circled a house a few blocks away with his claw.
"Alright, so we're going in through the back door, taking out the security cameras on the way... but who's gonna watch the roads and cover our escape through...?" Asked Ulfrin as he ran his finger along two large roads next to the house.
"Hey guys," said Angel suddenly. "Listen, I can't talk too much right now, in the middle of a large ass motherfucking psionic battle. I'll give you updates on that mission but you should go to town hall right now. Big shit's happening. Can't talk, bye."
"Who the fuck was that?" Asked Ulfrin as he looked up at the sky.
"A psionic friend that gives us updates about shit going on," said Ceves as he shrugged. "Town hall though?"
"Oh... fuck..." said Certainia her eyes opening with fear. She took off running towards town hall with the others following close behind. Town hall was filled with the freed slaves with a few up on podiums and the others sitting in chairs or leaning against the wall looking at them. The four rushed through the doors as a quiet murmur filled the room.
"Ah, the heroes... and the new guy. We were just debating if anyone had informed you of this event," said one of the Anthros on the podium.
"New guy?" Asked Ulfrin as he looked around.
"They're slaves we freed and now... What the fuck is happening though?" Asked Ceves as he looked around.
"We figured we needed new leadership, so we are holding elections," said one of the Anthros on the podiums. "We have been selected as the candidates for president. We want to ask you though if any of you would want to run or participate in the elections. We, of course, want you to follow the rules as well but would like you to continue your actions of change..."
"And if you would take us on as well," said one of the Anthros leaning against the wall. He was armed with an AKM and body armor along with a few others.
"A... Small defense force for now... but with your expertise and training we'd hope you could help teach them," said one of the Anthros on the podium.
"Hold up... Listen, while I don't exactly disagree with this whole thing... Just one thing at a time, please," said Ceves as he held his paws up and pushed the air away. "First of all, ... Who are the candidates?"
"We were just about to get to that along with the constitution and budgeting," said one of the candidates on the podium. "Will you please have a seat or if any of you wish to run for president come forth?"
"Um... I'm good," said Tendro as he sat down. Certainia took a seat as well while Ceves hesitated.
Leadership of a starting country... Or just vote for such and let everything kind of just stay the same... Eh, what the heck? Thought Ceves. He walked up to one of the free podiums and got ready. Tendro made a chopping motion in front of his neck, Ulfrin shook his head, and Certainia had a confused look on her face.
"Well then, since that is everything. Let's get to the debates," said one of the Anthros. He was a male Anthro Rabbit. He was covered in black fur with large ears that flopped over the side of his head, blue eyes, and a muzzle for a mouth and nose. He had a small black and white tail coming from the back of his hips. He was wearing a black two-piece suit with a black tie and a pair of black shoes. He looked young, muscular, and healthy still but the displaced fur from the collar could still be seen on him, despite trying to hide it under the shirt.

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Helix Operatives: Creation
Science FictionOn the planet Utopia there are two races that inhabit the planet. The two races, Sinderlos and Anthros, despise each other greatly. Sinderlos rule with a heavy iron fist, keeping the Anthros in poverty and under their control, some by other means. O...