MSNPC Numiz II:: Searching for answers ((tag: Pandorn, Rhani, Vondaryan ))

[Lt.Cmdr. Alexander Williams]

((Warship JW Victory, Hocktinsea))

Numiz: Why dont you sit down...

::Numig signaled the guard right away and the man was put into a seat:: 

Numiz: Now leave us.

Guard: But, sir....

::Numiz rose and struck the guard, hard. With a trickle of blood running down the guard nose, Numiz motioned to two other guard to remove the third. He straightened his uniform and returned to the table.::

Numiz: Forgive me, it’s hard to find people who can follow orders these days. I’m sure you understand discipline is required… anyway.. Where were we?

Pandorn: We're at the part where I give you the 'name, rank and serial number' song. It's about all you will believe from me.

Numiz: Name would be advisible…

Pandorn: And I bet you would have sat by docilely and not taken a chance to escape if you were abducted, bound and thrown into a cell, being beaten for a while as well. I think not.

Numiz: Calm down… I am not the enemy here. I simply need answers. And you will provide them!

::Numiz noted the man was thinking about something. Then it seemed like he was biting his tongue for some reason. A cough followed with what appeared to be blood.::

oO Panic? I sure hope so! Oo

Numiz: Now spill it out! Why are you here?

Pandorn: We've *been* telling the truth. Over and over again. We are *not* here to conquer or whatever else you think we are here for. The 'hospitality' you are showing won't change that. 

::another cough followed. Numiz wondered what had happened to the man.::

oO A beating was well deserved but he didn’t want him in pain. Not yet.  Oo

Numiz: Sure… an alien race just shows up to say “hello” I doubht that. I need you to work with me here my friend. Otherwise we cant contienu this hospitality. :: He pointed at the food again which hadn’t been touched yet::

Pandorn: Threaten all you like. I figure I have maybe 30-48 hours to live anyway.

oO The answer knocked Numiz off-guard Oo

Numiz: how so? 

Pandorn: A little gift your people gave us when we came aboard the Pathfinder. A virus the little creatures that are with you have. Virulent and deadly. I didn't feel any bites, thanks to your 'welcome'.

Guard Largon: Sir, the green-skinned one, the one they called 'Captain' wishes to speak with you. A matter of biology. She also said before there are corpses to clean up.

Numiz: What? 

::He looked at the other guy, hoping for an explanation ::

Pandorn: ?

Numiz: Care to explain?

Pandorn: ?

Numiz: Fair enough…. Get them in here. There is more then enough food anyway… Make sure you bring the security detachment as well.

::Largon bowed slightly and left. He returned a moment later with half a dozen guards and the remaining members of the invaders::

 

Numiz: So now that we are all here. Lets talk… Why are you here? What are your plans? And why did you form an alliance with our nemesis?

Pandorn/Rhani/Vondaryan: Response

TAGS / TBC

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With great pleasure written as :

Field Marshall Numiz

Leader of the Warcouncil of Justio

as simmed by:

Lt. Cmdr. Alexander Williams

Chief Tactical/Security Officer

USS Za

News Team member

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