Kirin Talasi's Story

Kirin had watched the party of Terrans get escorted into Parran's chambers with idle curiosity from his position a short distance away outside, perched on the edge of a wall surrounding one of the many statues. The long-haired soldier whistled, glancing across to one of the guards. "Foreigners, huh? Always causing trouble." he asked, "Where from?"

The guardsman turned to look to him, raising an eyebrow. "Terra, sir. Aside from one. She's Aschen."

Kirin pulled a face. "Aschen, is it? Y'know, I've never met one of them myself. You think what everyone says about them is true? Heartless, unfeeling... You have to wonder how we got that idea. Have we ever talked to one that wasn't pointing a gun at us at the time?"

"Couldn't say sir." the guardsman replied uncomfortably.

"Of course you couldn't," Kirin sighed, leaning onto his hand dramatically, "I'm sure it's all true, though. They did, after all, point quite a large gun at us." He shrugged, kicking back and leaning against the statue. "I doubt I'll get to talk to her either. A damn shame, I'm curious now!"