"Let'sss ssswitch. They will think the young one isss making up
ssstorrriess, and fossterrr disstrrusst. Besssidess, I would like to
vent some of my angerrr on thessse animalsss. They killed sssix of my
sssquad." The way she said it was matter-of-fact, as though death was a
natural consequence of her business. But a fire smoldered in her golden
eyes, perhaps a fire that could only be quenched by blood.
Having served undercover on Qo'Nos, Daphne was used to such sentiments. She could more than understand the Captain's need to avenge her people. The felinids had not only killed them, but done so without honor. That was very important.
"Would you like to lead the way to our next 'victim'?"
Tr'Lawsh went to the Klingon in charge of the prisoners and explained their plan. "Which one would you rrreccommend?" she asked. "Sssomeone olderrr, that they would trrrusst."
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