Daphne walked over and took one of the two empty seats next to
the felind. "Hello. My name is Commander Daphne Ares, and this is
Captain Tr'Lawsh." she said as she indicated her Caitian companion. "We
were hoping that we might have a few words with you."
The grizzled vet simply growled slightly to acknowledge that he heard
them, but said nothing.
"Well, perhaps, we could start with your name, and you could tell us how
you came to be in our custody."
"I was captured trying to reclaim the prisioners you took from one of our
training facilities.", he gruffed.
Tr'Lawsh's ears grew flat and her tail flicked irritatedly. She had not
sat down, and moved slowly closer to the big male. "Sshe asssked forrr
yourrr name, you flea-infesssted sssack of gutsss," she growled, teeth
bared. Her claws flexed as though she wanted to do a lot more than just
growl. Tr'Lawsh was not Starfleet, and was not bound by Starfleet
regulations about the treatment of prisoners. To add to that, she had
been assigned under Klingon command, and their rules about questioning
were very different from those of the Federation. Some physical
interaction was not out of the question.
The Vet was unmoved. He had been through more than a few interrogations in his
lifetime, and this one was turning out to be about the same as the others. The only
difference was that a food item was in the room for the questioning as well as a
brother felinid. {OOC or would that be sister... ;) }
"Know yourrr place, *pet*. Yourrr prrrimate keeperrr may get crrross with you.", he
answered. He had clearly had time to talk with the first 'interviewee', and thought
that the Commander was the shop boss.
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