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>The guard looked up from his desk with a cross look. "Shut up down there! >You'll wake up the others," he yelled back angrily. "Filthy rebel scum," he >said to himself, loud enough for Boulay to hear. "Come talk to me please." >He got up from his desk, his uniform boot heels clicking against the floor >as he walked down to David's cell. The Mags were certainly better armed >than the rebels had been, and his crisp, dark burgundy uniform with shining >military emblems had a measure of authority. His cover was off, still at >his desk, and his high and tight haircut bristled with military discipline. >He had a number of commendation ribbons on his shirt, and on his collar was >some kind of rank insignia on one side of the high collar, and a shining >gold skull on the other. The guard (who had a muscled neck as thick as >Boulay's thigh) planted himself in front of the doorway, arms folded. "So, >you're a Starfleet captain, are you?" he asked with a not-too-amused look. >"Then how come you're wearing a rebel major's uniform and came out of a >rebel stronghold?" "I was taken hostage on a mission at one of the camps from Starfleet Admiralty. I have already been tortured for several days." He ripped off the shirt showing the bruises and wrap around his ribs. >"You know what I think?" he asked, leaning forward a little, sneering. "I >think you're just a lying sack of shit trying to save your own ass. At >least most of the others that have come through here have had the guts to >stand up for themselves and their foolish little rebellion. But every now >and then we get someone like you who's too scared to stand up for their >beliefs and want to avoid responsibility for their actions. Well, you >fought us, so now you're gonna pay, AND you're going to tell us all about >your little rebel friends before you go." "How about you make a call to Spacedock and confirm my identity. You torture a Starfleet officer and it would look awfully bad to your CO. Especially when the officer is the head of the Internal Investigations department. Why don't you contact Admiral Lasiter directly? I'm sure he'd love to talk to you."
