It was over. Adin was dead. So was Jin'li and Rynsur.
Only Rema and Drek remained.
There were others, of course, inside Adin's units whom might be able to rise up and lead. But Rema wasn't permitting that. She had already informed the Imperial High command of Adin's demise and the status of the clandestine units in Eorzea. She was to be promoted, and given complete control of Adin's troops.
The hyur female smiled to herself as she stood in the streets of Ul'dah, gazing around. She was about to leave, taking an airship north and then a ship further north till she came to her homeland once more. There she would receive her promotion and orders. She wasn't sure how long it would be until she returned, but once she did, she was going to make Ul'dah her target. But not to destroy as Adin had. No, she wasn't like Adin. She would conquer it, win over the people of Ul'dah, and turn into a puppet of the empire. But that was a long ways off.
Beside Rema stood a hooded Roe, the male massive in size. A bag was slung over his shoulder. Jin'li's body was inside. Rema had recovered it to return it to the Empire as the sick miqo'te had wished. She had left Adin's body. She had never liked the man and his methods.
As she went to walk again, she saw a walking figure wearing a green robe with brown hair spilling down around golden eyes. Rema paused as the figure twitched his tail and Rema could tell he was keeping a low profile.
"Askier." Rema whispered softly as she seized the man's arm and pressed a knife to the male miqo'tes side. Askier's eyes jerked around as he went stiff.
"Got to watch for knives apparently." Askier growled, studying Rema's tan face. Rema nodded, her brown eyes studying the taller male.
"You should. Congratulations by the way." Rema said softly
"Why? Who are you?" Askier snarled as she pressed the knife tighter into him but did not break the skin.
"Because Adin is dead and I'm pulling out his troops form Ul'dah for a time. Your allies did an amazing job of stopping him while you were in Limsa nursing that gun wound."
"So you're his replacement?" Askier grunted. He had been sorry he had missed Adin and Jin'li being killed but he had been too busy bleeding and being healed by the mysterious Lady Grace and her healer to have been able to stop Adin.Â
"I am." Rema purred as she pulled her dagger away a few inches but kept it pointed at Askier. "I'm leaving with Jin'li's body. My troops have been ordered to leave Ul'dah until my return. I'm giving you, your sister, and your allies a chance to rest. I'm not Adin, nor have I ever liked his methods. I'll be coming for Ul'dah, but not to destroy. To conquer."
"Then I'll be here waiting to stop you." Askier said coldly, his eyes studying Rema. "This is my home now."
"How touchingly sentimental." Rema smiled at the miqo'te. "I wish you would serve your old homeland willingly again. You would be welcomed back with open arms if we played our story right. I-"
"Stop." Askier shook his head. "I'm a Garlean miqo'te, but I don't have any other ties to my homeland now. I'm done with the Empire."
"But we aren't with you, Askier." Rema winked. "I looked forward to seeing you and your friends again. Also, take that Lady Kanaria somewhere nice. She was willing to let Jin'li's final wish come true. It's a rare quality to find someone who treats their enemies so well."
Rema stepped away and began walking through the crowd, the massive Roe following after her. Askier contemplated going after her, stopping her. But someone else would replace her if he did. And Rema seemed a million times better than Adin. Askier watched until the Roe and hyur woman disappeared and turned back to the city street.
The sun shone hot down onto the paved road, the smell of dust and sweat filling the air. A cool wind was blowing and it rustled his hair and tickled his nose.
Askier wasn't sure what he would do next, or how many people still wanted him dead inside Ul'dah. But he didn't care. He was free, he was happy, and he was home.
Askier smiled and disappeared into the crowd, just another face lost inside the city of a million stories.
Only Rema and Drek remained.
There were others, of course, inside Adin's units whom might be able to rise up and lead. But Rema wasn't permitting that. She had already informed the Imperial High command of Adin's demise and the status of the clandestine units in Eorzea. She was to be promoted, and given complete control of Adin's troops.
The hyur female smiled to herself as she stood in the streets of Ul'dah, gazing around. She was about to leave, taking an airship north and then a ship further north till she came to her homeland once more. There she would receive her promotion and orders. She wasn't sure how long it would be until she returned, but once she did, she was going to make Ul'dah her target. But not to destroy as Adin had. No, she wasn't like Adin. She would conquer it, win over the people of Ul'dah, and turn into a puppet of the empire. But that was a long ways off.
Beside Rema stood a hooded Roe, the male massive in size. A bag was slung over his shoulder. Jin'li's body was inside. Rema had recovered it to return it to the Empire as the sick miqo'te had wished. She had left Adin's body. She had never liked the man and his methods.
As she went to walk again, she saw a walking figure wearing a green robe with brown hair spilling down around golden eyes. Rema paused as the figure twitched his tail and Rema could tell he was keeping a low profile.
"Askier." Rema whispered softly as she seized the man's arm and pressed a knife to the male miqo'tes side. Askier's eyes jerked around as he went stiff.
"Got to watch for knives apparently." Askier growled, studying Rema's tan face. Rema nodded, her brown eyes studying the taller male.
"You should. Congratulations by the way." Rema said softly
"Why? Who are you?" Askier snarled as she pressed the knife tighter into him but did not break the skin.
"Because Adin is dead and I'm pulling out his troops form Ul'dah for a time. Your allies did an amazing job of stopping him while you were in Limsa nursing that gun wound."
"So you're his replacement?" Askier grunted. He had been sorry he had missed Adin and Jin'li being killed but he had been too busy bleeding and being healed by the mysterious Lady Grace and her healer to have been able to stop Adin.Â
"I am." Rema purred as she pulled her dagger away a few inches but kept it pointed at Askier. "I'm leaving with Jin'li's body. My troops have been ordered to leave Ul'dah until my return. I'm giving you, your sister, and your allies a chance to rest. I'm not Adin, nor have I ever liked his methods. I'll be coming for Ul'dah, but not to destroy. To conquer."
"Then I'll be here waiting to stop you." Askier said coldly, his eyes studying Rema. "This is my home now."
"How touchingly sentimental." Rema smiled at the miqo'te. "I wish you would serve your old homeland willingly again. You would be welcomed back with open arms if we played our story right. I-"
"Stop." Askier shook his head. "I'm a Garlean miqo'te, but I don't have any other ties to my homeland now. I'm done with the Empire."
"But we aren't with you, Askier." Rema winked. "I looked forward to seeing you and your friends again. Also, take that Lady Kanaria somewhere nice. She was willing to let Jin'li's final wish come true. It's a rare quality to find someone who treats their enemies so well."
Rema stepped away and began walking through the crowd, the massive Roe following after her. Askier contemplated going after her, stopping her. But someone else would replace her if he did. And Rema seemed a million times better than Adin. Askier watched until the Roe and hyur woman disappeared and turned back to the city street.
The sun shone hot down onto the paved road, the smell of dust and sweat filling the air. A cool wind was blowing and it rustled his hair and tickled his nose.
Askier wasn't sure what he would do next, or how many people still wanted him dead inside Ul'dah. But he didn't care. He was free, he was happy, and he was home.
Askier smiled and disappeared into the crowd, just another face lost inside the city of a million stories.
