<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom couldn't hide an amused smile. She had refused to give her name and rank, but had nevertheless made it clear that she was the one to be followed. She was high up in the social pyramid, but not on the top of it. Or she would have played it low to avoid being a bait. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well. With all due respect, Lady. I doubt your words. From your words and the way you act, I assume that your society is lead by your kin. That you are high up in the command order, but not right on top. You are young, but it is obvious that you are used to get your will. My educated guess from having met similar people before - you are the spoiled daughter of the leader. Ambitious, relentless and unforgiving."</span><br/><br/>Tom had taken the seat opposite of her and looked directly in her eyes. If he wanted to learn the truth he had to break her shell. A little insulting may help. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh yes, you will stop your people from killing us. But not out of mercy or because of a soft heart - one thing I am pretty sure you don't have - but because you want to have the pleasure to kill us with your own hands. After you tortured us or did whatever you liked to do with us. Especially with my co-pilot. But just that you know. We prefer to die before we surrender. But we won't die alone, lady."</span><br/><br/>Tom leaned back and watched the young woman. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. But there was not the slightest touch of warmth in her features.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I ask for the last time, before I let our medic do her job with the injections of all those liquids that bring people to tell the truth. What is your name and who are you?"</span><br/><br/>Luckily the young medic had played along immediately, rubbing her hands in anticipation and a happy smile appearing on her face. They had no truth serum on board, but neither their prisoner nor the professor could know that. And he practically expected the professor to protest and to plead to their prisoner to speak. Civilians were so predictable.</div>