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"You may not have noticed, Stra'a," Fred said, making no move towards the
forcefield, "But I'm not an Omegan." "No, but out child is." Stra'a reached inside the tunic he wore and produced a standard hypospray. "It will not hurt, Nyota." "Sorry, but I'm not taking it, Stra'a." "You do not understand, Nyota - I am not asking." Stra'a motioned towards the guards, who dropped the forcefield and, with weapons pointed, entered the cell. Sulu wisely held back, but Chekov, younger and more impetuous, rushed toward them. "You vill not torture her, you pigs!" he excalimed. "Pavel, no!" Fred cried. Fortunately, rather than turning the business end of the ridle on him, the guard swung it around like a club, knocking the young Russian unconcious. One or two others who had made a tentative move drew back. The guards seized Fred, who twisted and struggled to no avail. Within moments, Fred found herself in front of Stra'a. "It is for the good of our child, Nyota," he said. "I find that hard to believe," she said belligerently. "Then I shall prove it to you," Stra'a proclaimed. He placed the end of the hypo against her neck and triggered it. For a brief moment, Fred's vision swirled, and she felt like she was going to vomit. Then it passed...
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