#cadians

‘I guess it takes a commissar to get these traitors to talk, uh ma’am?’ said the sergeant.

The prisoner turned and glared up at the sergeant with his one good eye.

‘Got a problem, heretic? Want a boot up your arse?’ shouted Demin getting ready to kick the prisoner.

‘Hold on, sergeant!’ shouted the commissar with the tabac stick still between her teeth. Getting up, she shooed away the small crowd of guardsmen who were gathered around the prisoner. Then, pulling the sergeant aside, she asked, ‘So, Sergeant, tell me What-the-Throne is going on here?’

The sergeant straightened his back and looking off into the desert said, ‘There was a firefight. We over ran their position. Shot all the survivors, including the wounded. Then two hours later this heretic here…’ Demin pointed at the prisoner. ‘…Comes staggering out of the pile of dead bodies holding his head in his hands. He’s gibber jabbering away in that Blue-fish talk, “Tiki-tak ching-chang-chong oola-la-la!” So we gave him a rifle butt to the stomach, bound his hands, and sat his traitorous backside on the ground.’

‘Did you interrogate him?’