>"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?"

>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."

"Dear God...." David said as a tear rolled down his cheek...it was genuine and she would be able to see it..."I don't know your name....but if you help me I will take this evidence back and I will stop this...I have the trust of the Commander-in-Chief. However if I am tortured or harmed, I cannot promise he won't seek retribution...help me...I swear on all that is holy I will help you."


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