>"You have no idea what you arrre saying, house pet. You claim to know
much about us, but you know nothing. Yourrr technique needs worrrk. Why
don't you go play with a pet toy, and leave the rrreal worrrk to yourrr ape
masterrr?"
She raised her hand, claws extended to slice his face open, then lowered
her hand, shaking her head. "I feel sssorrry forrr you," she said, her
mane swaying. "You usssed to be like usss. Dignity, culturrre, honorrr.
Now, you arrre nothing. A viciousss canine to be kept on a chain and
frrrighten away strrrangerrs. I'm sssorrry forrr you and yourrr
childrrren." She hoped Daphne would pick up on his reaction. Beings with
children had subtle reactions to the mention of children that childless
beings did not.
They got what they were looking for. The tell tale shift of a nerve being struck.
This one had cubs.
He dripped the chair tight in an effort to keep composure. If his chair had been a
hand, every bone in it would have been splintered.
"What do you know of children let alone mine, house pet?", the calmness of his voice
was betrayed by the rest of his body language. The tension in the room could be cut
with a knife. The prisioner was on edge.
{response}
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Characters:
Adm. Samuel Lasiter,
RAdm. Markus Garibaldi,
Ambassador Marconis,
LCDR Donovan Black, and a host of others.
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