"Deadbeat Cafe," Freeport 6 Bar and Grill

[Cmdr. Blaine Chara]

The Royal pilot was thrown into the holding area in the back of Freeport 6. Matok was furious and spared the Gallic no mercy as he sent him sprawling across the floor before he smashed full force into the wall. Already bloodied from several Klingon guards beating on him, he could only move slowly, trying to get to where he could see his assailant.

"Lucky for you, Human, none of my men were killed in your little attack on my ship," he growled, "You on the other hand may not be so lucky." He then drew the dag'tagh from behind him and held it for the man to see.
"Now, why the unprovoked attack?"

"Because you're Sirian and you must be subjugated," he mumbled, "just as the Royalty ordered."
Matok only became more incensed, grabbing the bloody head of the pilot and making him face him, "Do I look like a Sirian, Human?"
The pilot stared at the angry warrior, "You live in Sirius so you are Sirian."
Matok pressed the blade of his dag'tagh firmly against the pilot's throat to which the pilot weakly stated, "Killing me gains you nothing."
"And keeping you alive gains me nothing either," he growled. He then removed the blade and threw his head back on the floor. He then walked back to his security detail, "Let him bleed awhile and he is not to be left unattended."
As Matok, still infuriated, walked down the hallway, he mumbled, "Fyre would love to work him over."

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