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[Asimov]

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Asimov tightened his grip on the leather reigns in his hands. He attempted to calm his steed, TelMori, who was impatiently stamping his hooves. As dust blew across the slatted sandstone pavers below them, Asimov looked to his companions and spoke while his eyes flashed with red emotion with each word. "People have no respect for their own word." Narrowing his eyes and turning over his shoulder, Asimov stared in the direction of a traveler tearing through the very essence of space and appearing behind them. "When I said 9:30 by the eastern skies...and he agreed...I assumed he meant it."

The Atalan turned their mounts to face the newcomer who had appeared behind them. Damian, leader of the Black Ops, had requested their presence in order to speak of something most urgent. Knowing of the Black Ops' holdings, Asimov thought it to be both ironic and fitting that their meeting should be here...at the very entrance to Kaane.

"I'm sorry I am late," spoke the newcomer. "I was tying up business with another."

The five Atalan stared evenly at the man from underneath their crimson shrouds. "We grow tired of waiting. What is it you wish to discuss," spat Asimov in the direction of Damian.

"I wish to discuss this very city. My city and that of your people," Damian responded. "It is being threatened, and together....we have the ability to defend it. It must be allowed to thrive...to live"

Asimov arched an eyebrow and peered back at the man. He had a funny view of the situation, to be sure. In any event, his facts were clearly skewed. "This city's history is death...and it's future is death. It is the resting place of our fallen, and our fallen must have peace," the Atalan bloodroot stated. Looking around at the city's current inhabitants, Asimov offered more still, "These people...this situation...this is not the peace they need."

Upon finishing his thought, Asimov sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose in response. Turning over his shoulder, he peered knowingly at the ground behind TelMori. Stepping from the shadows with a blush, Aingeal of the gypsies offered a greeting by bringing her hands to her forehead. She had been invited by the bloodroot to witness the proceedings of the eve. It was rare that the Atalan found humans of a pure and innocent bloodline that were interested in hearing of their past. Nodding a greeting in response, Asimov held up his hand and closed it into a fist. Instantly, the two Atalan to his sides, Trillin and Scythyn, walked their horses a step backwards to flank the sides of Aingeal and offer protection from the surroundings.

Damian ignored the gypsy and spoke again: "That peace is why we must act together to defend it before it is sieged. I promise that the Atalan will be able to walk these streets free of most laws."

Asimov's eyes flashed red as he snorted in laughter. "We shall walk as we please, and when we wish it...Kaane shall be returned," he asserted. "Tell me, why should we agree to aid you in your defense, when we could just as easily defend or take this city on our own with no aid from you?" Making eye contact with the man, Asimov bluntly stated, "We would just as soon flood this city with blood when the time comes, instead of sign an unnecessary pact in blood to provide assistance to one who cannot help himself OR us."

"I am sorry if our temperament or answer is offensive to you. Further, I am sorry for what we will have to do in the future if you do not wish to peacefully give up Kaane." Asimov stared ahead at Damian.

"I will not give up this city without a fight, and know too that if I am to fall, I shall take many with me when I do," the man offered in response.

Allowing his lips to curl into a smile, Asimov's eyes flashed one final time at Damian as the Atalan turned to ride out of the city... "We shall see."


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