Qatar Hero

As leader of the Free Union, which basically just amounted to ensuring protection for and determining general legislative goals of Indonesia and Qatar, Stefan Soan rarely really had to get down into the weeds of running countries. Both nations had their own viceroys and governmental bodies that acted, for the most part, independently of the man who claimed ownership over them. Having never been one to enjoy or even tolerate office work, Stefan had long since mastered the art of delegating. This ensured he could focus on what he wanted to without having to set aside or ignore uninteresting work as such responsibilities were given to others more inclined to that type of work. These days he spent most of his time in Qatar instead of Indonesia due to being closer to where he lived in his past life, and as such possessing a climate and environment Stefan seemed to instinctively gravitate towards.

Wanting to maintain an active and well known presence in the Free Union, Stefan often took long walks through the streets of Doha, Qatar's capital, in order to mingle among the common people. This regular activity allowed him to keep the enforced peace in the nation by reputation and appearance alone. Who would wage war in a country with him casually walking around for all to see? If he merely sat in an ivory tower, the weak may forget what real power was and rebel or fight against the Free Union. Perhaps for something as stupid as self sovereignty. Either way, on this particular day Stefan had been making his way through the skyscraper-ridden city when he came upon a somewhat interesting scene.

From within the doors of an old family-owned jewelry store the Vizard could hear shouts. From what he could make out it seemed a gruff sounding man was demanding whatever was in the cash register. Who the fuck has a cash register in 2418? Odd equipment aside, Stefan figured he should see what's up and thus made his way into the building. His entrance caused the would-be robber to turn his head and clearly jump back in surprise. It was obvious this random man didn't expect to see him here. Frozen, the young man could do nothing as Stefan approached him and placed his battle-worn calloused hand on his shoulder. For a second it seemed nothing terrible would happen. Only for a second.

Tightening his grip on the man's color, Stefan frowned before turning and chucking him through the store's glass front window. The sound of shattering glass and sudden appearance of a bloodied man skidding across the street drew onlookers from the nearby area. At first they all seemed rather confused by the strange and violent scene before them, but once Stefan made his way outside again it was clear what had happened. "I applaud your audacity to try robbing a store in the Free Union. Really, pretty ballsy. Not sure it makes a whole lot of sense for someone as weak as you, though."

Once the distance was closed between the two, Stefan grabbed and lifted the criminal by his shirt until he was on his feet. "It's one thing to be weak, and it's a whole other ball game to be both weak and arrogant. Thinking you could do what you want without the power to back your decisions up is something I can't abide. Someone like you could never know real strength." In a flash Stefan struck the man's abdomen with a clenched fist, causing gasps for air and a stream of blood to escape his lips. Satisfied with the strength of his hit, the Vizard let go of the robber and dusted off the now-disoriented man's shoulders before casually pushing his torso with an index finger. This caused him to fall to the ground, unable to even move at this point from the excruciating pain rocking his entire body. While a brutal warrior in virtually every aspect, Stefan also didn't care to finish off weaklings. People like this weren't worth the effort, as little as it'd be, to end them. Suddenly Stefan noticed the arrival of an individual who at the very least was a standout among this rabble, honing in on their Reiatsu signature. What now?