>They came to an area where there was more activity in the halls; more soldiers and guards carrying out their business much as 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.
David sat as ordered...he just kept quiet and waited.
>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?"
"Let's see....I was held captive by the rebels and tortured for a few days maybe..don't know because I blacked out. Then I'm released and was told I'd be free and am captured again by a group who is supposed to be associated with Starfleet but who refuses to even try to verify my identity as a Starfleet brass Captain. How should I be?"
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