Over the last recent months, between the time that the government had mobilized to answer the threats from Korsos Major the one time renegade forces had seized control of the local (in a planetary sense) government. Yet, they were still inadequately prepared to deal with the might of the Tetan Confederacy in full swing.
The clanking of unisons was music to the Captain ears as he and two troopers marched down a corridor heading towards the captured prisoner. With in minutes Opani entered the room. In a chair sat a boy no older than twenty. He had sandy blonde hair with a tint of red. His freckle less face and brown eyes gave the stereotypical appearance of freedom fighters (although he worked for the government, from a certain point of view).
“What is your name and rank?” Asked Captain Opani.
        No response.
        “What is your name?” The Captain asked again this time with a hint of anger creeping its way into the boom that was his voice; And still, no response. The Captain tried again, and to no avail did the pilot speak. Now Opani was truly mad and he ordered that the boys hand to be chopped off.
One of the guards withdrew his knife, as well as a thick two-colored strip. With his knife in his recessive left hand he pulled apart the strip. The prisoner of war looked at him quizzically—yet with a hint of fear in his eyes-- not understanding what the purpose of the strip was.
“It’s to cauterize it boy.” Said the guard who was about thirty. He gave a chuckle as he placed the strip down on the side of the knife and discarding the other half of it in a wastebasket. Holding his knife horizontally he began to laugh in a cruel way. Then, in a fell swoop he struck. Bring it down in a blur at the boys who hands had been tied down.
“KAJJIE!” The boy screamed. He was greeted by many a laughs as the guard had stopped mere millimeters before cutting off the hand.
“Is that a first or last name?” Asked the guard.
“Kajjie Deyone. That is my name.” The boy was ashamed that he had been easily tricked into giving them their name. “My rank is Corporal. I am from Korsos Major, if you haven’t guessed and I work for KMC.”
“KMC?” Opani asked.
“Korsos Major Council.”
“Ahh.” The Captain know knew what he was talking about, “That band of rebels who have seized the government. We will destroy you ya know.”
“If that happens, there won’t be a Korsos Major for you to take. “ He added coolly.
“Find out all you can from him.” The Captain said, then left.
