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"Ssso, the animal hasss a tongue," sneered Tr'Lawsh. "Yourrr
people
arrre butcherrrss, killing and dessstrrroying on the orrrderrss of yourrr masssterrrss holding the leash, and you call the Federrration hypocrrritess? You know so little of honorrr, yourrr ignorrrance isss assstouding. And although you live, yourrr childrrren arrre condemned to a life of slaverrry and death." Her voice softened - she really did feel for his cubs. "You werrre made forrr a purrrposse, to fight in the arrrena forrr yourrr masssterrr'ss amusssement. Thossse cubsss of yourrrss arrre no differrrent. To yourrr masssterrrss, yourrr cubsss arrre prrroperrty, an assset to be usssed orrr disscarrrded at theirrr whim. You arrre a genetically engineerrred rrrace, brrred forrr theirrr endsss, theirrr purrrposssess. Yourrr cubsss arrre sssimply a numberrr on an accounting sheet forrr them, morrre sssoldierrrss orrr brrreederrss. At leassst a baby wintharrr will lead a sssafe life on the trrrack." She shook her head again, her eyes sad for the cubs that would die alone in space for masters and reasons they would never know. "We arrre not the ignorrrant pets that you arrre. I am surrre that you came up with that theorrry all on yourrr own... with the help of yourrr ape masterrrs. We arrre awarrreof ourrr herrritage. While it is not commonly known, ourrr elderrrs, and a select few, have known for quite some time. We keep the secrrret until the day that we can make ourrr own destiny. Until that day, we do what we must.", he answered angrily. There was most definately something to these creatures that no one knew, or suspected. "Are you saying that the Masters do not truly control your people?" asked Daphne with a bit of surprise. "You are letting them use your people to fight their battles?" (felinid?)
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