It had been two days since Commodore Wallace and his two other senior officers had been separated. Richard was concerned about where they were and how they were being treated. In the last ten days he had been treated rather well.
As far as Wallace could tell, they had been taken to a planet that was at one time a base of operations, and now was another base of operations, of sorts. Richard was in a brig-type of cell with a bed and sink and toilet. There was a red glow from a forcefield.
Richard kept wondering when his true identity would be discovered and what would happen then. As he started to ask himself that, three Mulluran males walked in. The older looking Mulluran reached over to the wall and pressed a button; after doing that, the forcefield dropped.
"I'm Colonel General Betio. I've brought Major Horenz and Captain Unize to partake in this initial questioning. If you chose not to cooperate, I promise this will be very bad for you."
Wallace crossed his arms and gave a stern look at the three officers, then turned around and faced the wall so his back was to them.
"Sergeant Crola!" Betio yelled as a rather huge looking man walked into the room. Betio motion towards Wallace's position. The Sergeant ran up to Wallace and slammed his fist into the Commodore's left side.
Wallace yelled and fell to his knees. Crola then slammed Wallace's head twice on the steel wall of the brig cell. Richard yelled in pain and started to get up but was met by a boot to his right cheek.
These damn people, Richard thought as the pain began to blur together. Betio walked into the cell and leaned over to Richard's face.
"Name, rank, position."
"Wallace, Richard, Commodore, United Federation of Planets Starfleet Service, serial number 3258904," Richard said, as he started to sit up and scowl into the man's face. He then felt the warm blood run down his cheek.
"What is your position?!" Betio asked, screaming in Wallace's face.
"Up yours," Wallace replied as he punched Betio as hard as he could in the face, breaking the man's nose. Betio fell back and began to choke on his own blood.
Sergeant Crola then kicked Wallace in the face twice and then threw him across the cell, slamming into the cell wall. Crola quickly went over and began to kick Wallace in the side rapidly.
Betio stood up and spat blood down to the floor. And stopped the beating. "Wallace, are you awake?"
"Kiss my ass."
"Very well, Commodore. You will answer my questions eventually. I hope you enjoy pain!!!"
The two left the cell and the forcefield went back up. Richard looked on as they left. He was hurting rather bad, but was more glad they didn't figure out who he was. Wallace knew more than ever his days would be numbered if they did find out.
Please send someone to find me. God, please be with my other officers.