Theyra wrote:
"Well, the Vryr'yks have a tradition that when two or more parties that are hostile to each and they all same foe". "Then the parties join together to deal with this problem and after the problem is dealt with". "There is a week-long truce between them and hostilities can began after that if the parties still wish to fight"."But if someone of either party tries or successfully sabotage the other or others while dealing with the problem ,then after the problem is done with". "That guilty party is forcibly or if the party accepts it, lose their holdings, respect, honor and are called Asei. "The name means, "betrayers of the gods" in our language". "For those who like them, can not be trusted"."They can re-earn that trust and a chance at reclaiming what they lost but, it is a steep cost". "We understand that to survive you may need to work with others but, we don't forget who betray us and they will pay the price for it". Solia said and spoke in a apologetic tone. "The last part was not aimed at you or the Federation, just a long time ago we.... were betrayed by one of our own to those who we thought we could trust". "We lost much because it and we simply seek to not be betray again".
(OCC: I got Osan name mixed up with Master Yon for some reason if the name changed confused you, that's why.)
"Well, we-" Sindra was interrupted by Lahira and Korz swinging the doors right open. In the center of the Hall, Kamir was with his fellow members of the Tagali First Party when he caught sight of Consul Lahira and and Korz entering the hall, covered in Tagali blood. He had a bad feeling in his stomach. The once joyous sound of partying and laughter now turned into a murmur of gasps and whys. Lahira walked up to the sweating Representative.
"This man just had a hitman try to attack and kidnap my assistant!" She said to the crowd. The gasps grew louder.
"What is the meaning of this allegation? You have no proof! This is just another way that you Jakalan filth try to sully the good name of a loyal Kandallan!" Three Officers from the Home Guard approached him, weapons and hand cuffs draw.
"Please, Mr. Representative. Come peacefully or we'll have to take you by force." One of the Officer said, approaching Kamir. In a second of desperation, Kamir grabbed a old family revolver out of his coat and grabbed Representative Shila, a fellow member of the Tagali First Party and a political ally of Kamir. People were screaming as the Officers raised their weapons, yelling for Kamir to let her go.
"Back off! Kanai trongii ka Femag! All it will take is just one bullet!" Lahira also grabbed for her pistol out of a hidden compartment of her dress. As she raised her pistol, her natural Tagali instincts and former Huntress training kicked back in for the first time in years since she took the office of Consul. Time seemed to stop as she waited for the moment to take the shot. Every single movement Kamir made seemed to be highlighted by her senses. Soon, she found her time to strike. Her instincts picked up on Kamir changing his gaze to a random bystander for a second, thus bringing his trigger finger off of the trigger finger. Lahira noticed the muscle attached to the finger, raising itself out slighty across his arm. Lahira took the shot and time seemed to resume.
The round hit its target. Kamir yelled out in pain as round impacted his flesh, paralyzing his hand. Blood splattered across Shila's face as she began to scream. As Lahira prepared for the last shot, time seemed to slow down once again. Kamir tried to move Shila to block his head to no avail. Lahira took another shot, once time resumed, a bullet went through Kamir's head, the round piercing through the back of his head. Kamir's lifeless body fell to the ground. As soon as the he hit the floor, Home Guard Officers who seemed to appear out of thin air began to circle around Kamir's dead body, blocking it from the view of the guests. A female Officer quickly grabbed Shila, quickly taking her out of the room and comforting her.
Other Officers soon began herding the guests outside, clearing the area. Lahira just stood there, shaking. She dropped the gun to the floor. She hadn't have to kill a fellow Tagali in years, at least not by her own hand. She questioned wether she had missed the feeling or dreaded it.
