Smoke passes into the metallic chamber as the door opens. The prisoner just sits there, stunned with chilling astonishment, as the Hulk-ish warlord stomps to a position in front of him.
"Listen to me, Prisoner 2K45A," he says with a calm, yet brutal tone. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do it... well, the not-so-easy way." 2K45A felt as if the lord's stare was penetrating his soul. But what could he do besides wait for the interrogation? There was no television, no food... not even a bathroom. His cell was an enclosed space, with only a bed that looked as if it came out of an old wooden cabin on Earth.
The commander speaks again, this time with a slight increase in volume. "Where is the ultraniobium?"
It takes a moment for 2K45A to respond. He knows nothing about ultraniobium except the fact that it is an extremely radioactive substance that could potentially wipe out the population of an entire planet.
He finally speaks, with a weak, feeble squeak. "I'm not sure... it could be on Cluster Prime, or in Dimension X... it could even be hidden in an Irken battleship."
"Ah." The warlord seems to cool off. "I suppose you really aren't too sure." He pulls a tiny device out of his utility belt. "You won't be very useful here... not now, at least."
A slap. A pinch. Dizziness. Exhaustion. 2K45A doesn't know what this device is...
But whatever it is, it's nothing good.