>[What is your proof of this?], he said angrily. He was angry, but his
confidence was most definately shaken. His grasp on his world was
slipping, unraveling. That was indeed a scary thing.
She reached inside her jacket and slid a PADD across the table at him.
"We've done sssome genetic tesssting, Horrtha. Yourrr people, whateverrr
you arrre, usssed to be us. Caitians. Until the Korrat took you and
brrred you to be theirrr sssoldierrss. They brrred you to die forrr them,
Horrtha. They brrred you frrrom usss, crrreated a bassstarrrd rrrace, to
be theirrr ssslavess." Tr'Lawsh looked at Daphne for a moment, catching
her eye. This was the moment. Even if Daphne had to force him, he had to
look at that PADD, because when he saw that data...
(resp?)
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