*Holoterminals across the galaxy shifted abruptly as it seemed that, yet again, the GNS had been hacked. What else is new, could be a thought on any watcher's mind as such an occurrence happens only...once an hour? Anyway, a human appears on the screen from the shoulders up. Surprisingly missing his sunglasses, the man's cybernetic eyes pierce into the camera. Slowly the camera pans out to show a rather pathetic-looking "reporter", genuine or not, standing next to the Kuati. The "reporter" soon speaks*

"This is Jackric Eson reporting from an undisclosed location..." Alright, so already a bad cover up name. Meh. "...And we're here with Eric Taylor Jackson, businessman and well-known Kuati. Mr. Jackson, thank you for joining us today."

Eric perked a brow and glanced down to the reporter - who was probably a good six inches shorter then him - and shook his head. "The pleasure is all mine." he responded neutrally.

"Now sir..." the reporter continued. "We at the Galactic News Service have received reports of a Kuati Clan Election taking place recently, with former Brigadier General Durand Tremere assuming command over the Kuati people. Your thoughts, Mr. Jackson?"
"A vote among all the Kuati clans, eh?" Eric began, a brow perking curiously. "Well that's interesting. I didn