SPD: David/guard

[Pete Boulay]

>"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."

>The Mag guard started to laugh quite hard, having to lean against the wall with one hand for a moment until he could regain his composure. "Sure, why not? I can >call up the Romulan supreme commander, too, and Emperor Kahless, if you like." He turned and walked back to his post. "Next thing you'll be telling me is that >you're a whitelighter sent from God, and that I should call him. Ahh" he sighed, sitting back at his desk. "Everytime I start to wonder why you rebels should be >exterminated, someone like you comes along and reminds me that you're all mad as loons. Goodnight, 'Captain'." He hit a button on his desk and the doorway >darkened to black, cutting off the sound of the guard's chuckling as well.

David stood in disbelief-first he was going to die in an enemy camp, now he was going to die in a friendly camp....he just laid on the cot and let his mind drift...