- " Thank You" He waved his hands towards the welcome desk " I think it would better if you return to your desk now soldier."
Mina's lip tightened as well in response, the woman may be often sleep-deprived (and perhaps a little neurotic), but she was no fool. She knew immediately what her superior officer intended to do with the Chongqing general- Quietly, she swallowed a bit and stepped away and turned her head after a salute. To kill the general of the Azure Army would certainly destabilize the country, but to spill his blood within the World Government's embassy was risky.
- "Ma, ma.." began Shaarib with a childish voice, as he saw the work the man did on his restraints. " Where you planning an escape, Sir ?" continued Shaarib while he sat on the man's back. "You are regretting your decision isn't ? " as he poked the neck of the general " You overestimated your worth" another poke " You...had...to...force...my....hand..right ?" continued SHaarib, poking the neck at each pause. "You got knocked-out without ever seeing it coming, and now you are going to have the blood of all those soldiers on your hands general." finished the birdman as his fingers suddenly were coated in haki.
The general was quiet throughout the short interrogation, not granting Shaarib the satisfaction of hearing him grunt in disgust or discomfort. He merely looked into the tile floor that he was pressed against as the Vice-Admiral gloated over and threatened him. A cold-burning fire of hatred alight in his dark eyes.
Emperor Cross said:
He took the gag off the man's mouth and spoke "Why should I keep y'all alive matey ?"
Without hesitation, the subdued general responded bluntly:
"-You shouldn't."
With no elaboration, it was clear what the general, Lu Zhaoxun, meant- He would undoubtedly see Shaarib suffer for his crimes should he be spared. After an extended pause he spoke again though.
"But should you decide to take the heads of my men- The Emperor's men? I promise you, your fellow parasites will meet their ends." He warned confidently.
"Your grave mistake will be unearthed regardless, exterminating soldiers will merely assure the complete annihilation of your pathetic troupe of thugs."
The general fell silent once more, it was clear he was only interested in his men being spared. Lu Zhaoxun would never beg to Shaarib for his own life; his honor as not only a man, but the general of the great Azure Army, would never allow for sure a thing. His men watched on from the sides of the hallway, anxious sweat beaded down their faces as they watched what seemed to be a prelude to a political execution. A charged silence hung in the air, amplifying the suspense that already enveloped the room.
...
The footsteps of men echoed through the gigantic hall, their shoes or boots clicking at repeated measures. The air was thick with tension but they still were able to watch and admire the old tapestries. The hall stretched before them, a testament to the King's will to intimidate them.
The group of men approached the great set of doors, the two guards on either side of the entrance wordlessly pulled the two doors open for the visitors of the palace. Stretched before them was an elegantly crafted throne room with a second story arcing across the room. In the center of the room, bottom of the small flight stairs behind him, stood a mighty man.
Without preamble, the emperor stood right in their line of sight, his throne sat empty atop the climb of stairs. The Emperor of Chongqing needed not posture to a group of World Government soldiers. His almond shaped eyes traced over the group with a sense of skepticism, accented with a furrowed brow slapped across his deeply tanned face.
The emperor awaited to be addressed properly by the party of marines. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his mighty katana. A perceptive eye would see he didn't foresee a need to use his weapon, simply that he always carried it with his attire. Stein bowed in the presence of the man.
"O Mighty Emperor of Azure-" Commander Stein said, still bowing.
"-We humbly answer your call."
The emperor seemed to find the greeting satisfactory and looked over the group.
"Which of you-- is Shaarib Hassan?" His voice carried a feeling of mystery and grit. Not overly deep, merely a voice used well over a lifetime. No doubt the voice of a ruler.
@Emperor Cross