>He hacked a bit and spit some water over himself-he used his shoulder and wiped his chin, "I don't want to die here."

>"Then tell us what we want to know," she replied, taking a cloth and wiped his face. "It's very easy. We ask you questions, you give us answers. And then we'll
>let you go."

>She looked at him square in the eye. "Captain, we are not those beasts your Marines are helping to annihilate our people. We don't operate death camps like >that tyrant Kamp'lor. Though we are being taken to extinction, we have honor. I give you my word, that if you tell us what we want to know, you will go free." Her >voice spoke with truth.

"Let me give you my word...I was sent here to make observations on possible Starfleet troop atrocities-I wasn't given any detailed information about the conflict and I don't know about anyone named Kamp'lor. I can't give you what I don't have..."


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