Lisa Escher turned off the monitor showing the ceremony. She still had work work to do after all. At the end of a narrow and cold corridor, she entered the interrogation room, dropping her bag on the desk, sitting down in an accentuated calm manner; “Greetings Commander Kra'taah, do you think we could make some progress today?” Kra'taah remained silent. She knew it wasn't any kind of language barrier, the former vice-director of the Go'aari intelligence network being one of the very few of his kind who spoke English fluently, although with a weird accent. But given his anatomy, it was rather surprising humans could make out any of the sounds leaving his mouth at all, that is if he decided to speak. After a few minutes spent on asking relatively harmless questions and getting no answers whatsoever, she left the room. This would lead nowhere. Go'aari had a strong mind, they could not be broken by any known methods, they would only cooperate if they actually wanted to deep down inside their souls. If Kra'taah wouldn't start giving answers soon, he would most likely be executed, or just vented into space. That's when it dawned on Lisa. Kra'taah wanted to die. The rigid social structures of the Go'aari wouldn't allow him to return. Most likely, he was facing a death sentence for failure in service already, before Gold Team abducted him. No matter what the humans would do with him, most certainly the fate that awaited him in his home world would be worse. This realization is exactly why Lisa was tasked with interrogating the alien in the first place.
