He remembered what happened in the cell next door and went quietly-once in the room he starts to repeat, "I am Captain David Boulay, Starfleet JAG Chief. I am the nephew of Admiral Lorin Renaud. My Serial # is...." he just started repeating it.They shackled him, shaking their heads, and led him down the hallway and out, past other cells where he could see men and women looking desolate and hopeless.
They came to an area where there was more activity in the halls; more soldiers and guards carrying out their business much s it would appear at Starfleet Command. There were men and women doing clerical duties and such; none paid any attention to him. He was taken past this area and into another more quiet place, into a room where he was put into a chair and the shackles attached to it so he couldn't run away, but he could move. The chair, however, was bolted to the floor. They were all rather matter of fact about it, not rushing him or treating him badly at all; one even gave him a little smile. Then they left, and he was alone. The room was not large, with only the chair he was in, a small table, and another chair across the table. The lighting was cove lighting inset at the top of the room.
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It was only a couple of minutes before another man came in, this one in a slightly different uniform; probably an officer from the differences. He had the gold skull on one collar, though, the commonality of everyone there.
"Good evening," he said, taking a seat in the other chair. He was older, perhaps fifties, and had the air of authority around him that said he was used to command. "How are you tonight?"
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