[member="Cali Ziiva"]
The fat man that was commanding them raised his hand. <"Wait">, he barked in Ra'Kathan, and the guards halted their curved swords mid-air. Shakily standing up, with an obvious amount of effort, the man staggered drunkenly to his feet before he narrowed his eyes at the Zeltron that stood before him. Although he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, and drunk to boot, the leader of the Golden Masks knew something was off. When he usually sentenced prisoners to death, his victims would plead for mercy or simply cry out in fear of the inevitability of their death. Yet this small pink woman merely sat there and smiled, continuing on with her conversation as if nothing was the matter.Little did the man know that they were not alone in interest with the pink woman. With the commotion of the Bazaar and the fires caused by outsiders, a posse of Kemotat guards had unbeknownst to either of the Confederacy women followed the two in their pursuit of the Golden Masks. Spying on the proceedings from a distance, they had gathered the nearby garrison when they discovered that this pink-haried, pink-skin outsider had led them to the den of the Golden Masks. Now, it would be the time of reckoning for the terrorists that had plagued the citizens of Ra'Katha for far too long.
With the deep bass reverbation of a longhorn, armored Kemotat guards suddenly burst into the room with traditional war cries and war chants of glory to the Kemotar. The Golden Masks had been caught unawares, and all those who were armed were nearly instantly cut down by the wicked sickles of the Kemotat guard, with the few that tried to resist being almost instantly overpowered by the sheer numbers of the Kemotat. Given on any other day, the battle between the two forces might've been more drawn out, but those among the Golden Masks had been drinking hard, and they were grossly outmatched by the fully alert and prepared Kemotat guards. And thus, the den of Golden Masks had been cleared out in the span of minutes, and the Captain of the unit came and saluted to the outsider. "Thank to you for lead us to Gold Masks," he said in his best, yet broken and highly accented Basic. "I will tell Kemotar of you, and give many praise."
And thus, word of the Confederate's actions would eventually make their way to Bastille Rommer, Kemotar of Saltuhn. Although the events within the Bazaar had introduced some reservations into the man's intergalactic views, the story of [member="Cali Ziiva"]'s daring and near sacrifice for the good of Ra'Katha would not only be told to him, but his entire court, and the hardened hearts of those still holding fast to isolation would soften. But more importantly, the leader of the Golden Masks had finally been eliminated, and hopefully peace could finally be restored to Ra'Katha.