RETOOR

-Commander.

-Yes lieutenant.

-Sir I have one of them.

-what? Finally let me see him. Did you install the translator?

-Uh yes sir the translator is in place, but…

-but what lieutenant.

-He's a she Sir. I'd say about twelve years old assuming they age like us.

-Hmm…well whatever, Section 31 wants an interrogation of one of these Ret bastards and that's what they'll get. Bring her in.

-hello little girl.

-….

-hmm… can-you-understand-me?

-….

-do-you-understand? What are you looking at? The water? Do you want water? Here. Now, are you ready to talk now.

-….

-Yes?

-..what…what are you? What do you want? Why did you attack us? Where….

-enough! We will discuss that later. In the mean time I need information.

-I...Information?

-About your people. Where are they hiding? Hmmm? Where?

-I, I don't know.

-YOU DON'T KNOW? Look I didn't travel sixty three days on a cramped war cruiser for "I don't know". now tell me or I will have to get nasty

-H, How?

-You see this, this hand phaser can fry that lovely gray Retoor skin right off your bones for starters.

-R, Retoor? But the Retoor are pirates, I am Retip.

-I don't care what you are. Give me the information or else.

-If I give you the information, will you let me go?

-Of course, sweetie.

-And you promise not to hurt my people?

-You have my word as a Federation Officer.

-…

-well, where are they?

-…On…on another planet.

-What planet? Show me on this map. What planet is it?

-…here, on this one.

-hmhmhmhmhmhm, there on Winopeqa. Of course.

-Lieutenant! Report to 31 of that Winopeqa is the target and tell Starfleet Command that we have a Retoor prisoner and are awaiting further instructions. Then contact Admiral Binghamton, tell him that reinforcements will be needed ASAP.

-Yes Sir.

-this is it I can feel it, the end of this hell hole war once and for all.

-Yes Sir. By the way Sir, Chancellor Martok has requested our immediate assistance in sector 5B with the containment of the resistance there.

-(Sigh) the Klingons. Why did we allow the Klingons to participate in this war if they cant even support themselves. I swear when this invasion is over I'm going straight to Quo'nos and take it over.

-in the mean time Sir, they are still our allies and they do need our assistance at the present moment.

-Right, right. let's go.

-Sir, about the girl?

-right, go on ahead I'll finish up here.

-Yes Sir.

-By the way, what is your name little girl?

-A…Arizol.

-Arizol…that is a beautiful name. Arizol, this is for earth.

-(Phaser Blast)

-Lieutenant, send out a division to Sector 5B , issue an order, Shot to Kill.

-Yes sir,

-Hmmm, Retoor are pirates? Well we can't let the Federation know about that, it would embarrass Star Fleet and Section 31 and worse I could loose my position.

Hmm, well that's not going to happen. I have a date with destiny, and her name is Winopeqa.