A Post By Lieutenant JG Mathias Kivicus

=/\=Interrogation Area =/\=

The real Mathias Kivicus sat tired to a chair, his chin was on his chest, trying to suck in breath . Blood dripped from his  busted lip and bleeding nose. The Kazon interrogator  had beaten him with a crooked stick numberious times in the chest and face, trying to get info about where the Captain. “Where is your Captain?!” the Interrogator asked holding Kivicus face up with the crooked stick. Kivicus looked him in the eyes and said with anger “GO TO HELL!!” as he spit a wade of blood and spit in his face. The interrogator  swung the stick with all his mite across Kivicus face, hitting below his left eye. Kivicus head snapped to the right.  A changling standing in the shadows emerged waring a Starfleet science officer uniform but his face was blank. The changlings face began to changed matching Kivicus face, with all his current injuries. “What!? What the Hell!” was the last thing Kivcius said or saw as the crooked stick hit at the base of his neck, knocking him out cold.

=/\= Brig =/\=
The Changling Kivicus was dragged in to the brig by two Kazon guards as two more stood guard outside the cell. AS the field was was lowered Kivicus was tossed in landing with a loud thud on the deck plating, kivicus let out a moan. The Kazon laughed at the site and sounds of the Starfleet officers imprisoned.  He heard someone behind him say ““Okay, who’s got a plan?  And if no one does, who wants to hear mine?”, the changling smiled knowing that his mission was going to be easier than he thought.