"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...""Kamp'lor is the President of this world," she replied with a touch of surlishness. "He is also the master of the atrocities your government is helping to perpetuate." Now she was growing angry. "Did your government even bother to see what was going on here before they waded in with your Marines and their high-tech weaponry? Did you even wonder why the population of this planet has dropped by almost a third in ten years?"
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She went over to the little table in the middle of the room and opened a drawer in it, pulling out some pictures, then held them up to him one by one. They were like pictures of the Holocaust on Terra. One by one, they showed piles of dead, naked people, some in mass graves, some being set on fire. There was one that was haunting; a little girl, no more than nine, naked and shivering on snow covered ground, her bare feet almost blue. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, hoping perhaps to make the badness go away, but the man standing next to her in a planetary defense uniform had aimed a phaser at her temple, point blank range. "This is what your government is helping with fleeter," she snarled, trying to control her emotions. "This is what has been going on here for ten years. This is why we are fighting. We aren't rebels, fleeter. We're fighting for our lives."
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