Chapter 6
Interrogation
The debris from the two destroyed ships was slowly and silently settling back on the face of the asteroid. The one half gravity of this small chunk of rock caused all movement to look like a video replay viewed in slow motion. It all looked surreal and it was a little difficult for Scott to pull himself back to the reality of his situation.
He knew he must get control of himself again, his job required it. He dealt with realism, it was essential in his occupation.
He knew it was his responsibility to investigate and thoroughly examine their captured visitor. As he started his examination of their friend the now awake individual's eyes looked directly at Scott. At first glance he seemed calm with a minor involuntary twitch and movement of his fingers on his right hand. It gave Scott the feeling that there was some underlining reason for his lack of anxiety right now.
He sat there in one of our formal visitor robes found on all Coordinator’s little star ships. Meanwhile his former attire was being spread out on the star chart table and inspected, examined and searched by Fortried. Scott took a quick look at the clothes as they laid there. They looked all too familiar but their origin escaped him at the moment due his still being influenced by recent events.
Scott had heard the many languages Fortried had used in the attempt to get some information from their new friend. All the visitor would say was “Lacgil.”. Both the Warman and Scott agreed that it must be his name. He would say it loud and slap his chest. Scott just hoped it wasn’t some type of brag or something like that. They also noticed another thing, it seemed that any direct question concerning the visitor’s reason for being here would cause his limbs to stiffen, his breathing to become labored and his eyes to roll back into his skull. Fortried would immediately change the subject and the visitor would relax and return to what we presumed was a normal person.
Scott was thinking this Lacgil was under the influence of some type of hypnotic drug. Scott asked Fortried what he thought. He also thought it might be possible.
If it was drugs, it would have to be some type of drug that acts in response to a certain phrase that would send a programmed response to his brain. Neither of us knew of any type of drug that was capable of this and, Scott thought, a Warman did know drugs. War brought out all types of mind controlling drugs and knowledge of those drugs was key to fighting and winning of any war.
Maybe it was some type of post hypnotic suggestion that rendered our friend incapable of a comprehensible response about this attack. That would protect the origin and people behind a plot against Scott's group. If this was true it would take some time and careful manipulation before any satisfactory results could be expected.