>Horrrtha read the material, much of it he did not fully understand. Too
technical for a foot soldier, but the basic point was well received. They
could tell that something was boiling inside the young felinid.nbsp; It all
came to a head when he slammed the PADD on the table, cracking the PADD.
nbsp; [NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.........] He started rambling something that the
UT could not quite translate. Most likely a primal expression of
frustration, hurt, and the realization that all that he know of his
"fathers and mothers" was wrong. nbsp; When the outburst finally calmed
down a bit, the UT picked up translating again.
>
>[General!!!!!!!!! They lied to us! General!!!!!!]
>
>He was yelling for someone that he thought would hear him.nbsp; Possibly
the trouble maker...
>
>Daphne looked over to her Caitian commander. This was not the response
she had been expecting. The felinid had cracked, but a little more than
might have bene necessary. It was probably time for the good cop to give
it a try to focus his emotions.
"Horrtha," said Tr'Lawsh. "HORRTHA!" She looked at Daphne. "Grrrab him!
Ssshake him!" They had to get him under control. "HORRTHA!" she roared,
in a voice no human could ever duplicate, and slammed her hand down on the
table. She was counting on his having been trained to be obedient first of
all, and that her tone would slice into his panic.
(resp?)
The roar worked as anticipated. He settled down straight away. His attention was
totally fixed on the Caitian. Every sense was on the cat, waiting for instructions.
Just as his training had conditioned him.
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