He had gotten tired of this, there was no reason for him to be up here anymore, whoever attacked Asuna knew the rules meaning that they weren't stupid enough to kill anyone in the city.
That didn't make the situation any better.
He had made himself an easy target but no one attacked, meaning that whoever attacked Asuna was either targeting her or she was the only one who was alone.
He looked at the metal door that led into the saloon and stared at the handle, he didn't know why he was hesitating but felt as if he was looking at something that reflected who he was.
The accursed thing was useful, yet here it was forgotten by everyone.
He opened the door and felt the electricity that filled the air.
His senses burned as the stench of blood- alcohol- and music, alongside the voices of the people inside attacked him without warning.
Then there was silence, it wasn't the silence of an empty room or the kind of silence that happens when one of those supposed higher beings takes you to some forsaken place, this was a loud silence.
He rushed into the saloon and saw that everyone inside was looking at the communicator, even before he reached the ground floor he saw what everyone was looking at.
A blend of emotions swept over him, disgust, pride, worry, and finally acceptance.
On the communicator screen, was the image of a generational prisonship, it wasn't one of the big ones and it wasn't anything that anyone expected to keep people alive.
The ship was something that punished whoever was inside it, as it forced the prisoners to take turns using the pods so that they could escape the torture of being inside it.
He would have praised whoever sent it because the thing wasn't made for warp travel, and yet someone in the Empire had figured out how to keep it from tearing itself apart.
The armored body was covered in cracks, and it was falling apart but whoever sent it had been successful.
The ship was starting the next phase, it was starting to send the prisoners, or in this case the colonists down and he watched as several pods were fired into the planet.
While he may not know if or how the pods were modified, he did know that they were able to hold at least four people, more if they were full of children.
The communicator began to beep as the ship sent all of the information it was supposed to give the planet's governors and more importantly him.
A cold sensation spread through his chest when the image of what looked like some sort of disease was shown spreading through the population of a planet.
Then the image of a Kilingon was followed by the image of what looked like a Human only much larger.
He felt his eyes widen as the realization hit him, it was the same man except for the ridges on his forehead were gone, and most while not all of the sharp edges that showed that he was Klingon were gone.
then the images of researchers followed after that was something that looked like a Klingon but wasn't, it looked much more savage, it was almost a beast that held little to no understanding of what it meant to be a warrior.
The thing displayed on the communicator screen looked as if it only ever used brute strength and nothing else, it disgusted him, but the human-looking one... if there was something beyond disgust, then he was feeling that.
If it was possible for him to fight himself and kill the one that felt all of these emotions then he would.
These were Klingons, these were his people, these were the colonists, the numbers that he had been asking for and he dared to reject them.
"General." he heard Asuan say to him as she walked up the stairs.
He didn't say anything, the woman in front of him was just as tiny as she always was, and her light skin was still as smooth as ever.
he could see her long legs every time her feet rose to give another step, he stared at her bright eyes while he silently greeted her.
He didn't understand how humans could find such a weak thing attractive.
He was well aware of the woman's strength, anyone who watched the videos of the woman hunting would agree that she was a threat even to him, but she didn't show it.
"You're staring is there something wrong?" she asks him.
"No." he stopped for a moment but decided to be blunt about what he was thinking.
"I don't understand how anyone finds you attractive where is the cold stare that makes those around you cower, you walk gracefully, but there is no power in your footsteps."
'The woman in front of me is completely different from the worrier that I see whenever you are hunting."
The woman smiled at him. "You're honest I'll give you that." she says to him before turning to look at the screen.
"It's falling apart she says before using her help screen to show him the broken ship.
"Yes it is." he says to her.
"Are you planning on fixing it?" she asks him.
He doesn't answer, the woman has a way of asking things and somehow takes more information than what she asks for.
"No, it wasn't built for it. Its job was to get here and die in orbit." he says to her.
Neither of them says anything as they watch the pods land somewhere between the transporter and the city.
"You know a lot of men find me attractive." she says to him.
"I'm aware of that' he answers her.
"My husband doesn't have any complaints about my appearance, and despite being married with a child several men desire to be with me.' she says to him.
'I never said that you weren't attractive, I said that I don't understand why your people find you attractive." he says to her.
"Because I'm cute.' she says to him before winking at him.
"So are you going to send someone to get them or"
'They will walk here and learn the difference between this world and wherever they came from." he says to her