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from their prisoner. Plat got to his feet and walked over, taking a stance at Kyber’s head. He watched the Seneecian open his eyes, blinking several times, but it didn’t appear that his former Por D’har was grasping his current situation.
                Kyber turned a dazed expression at him. “What…” An instant later, fury filled the man’s face. Kyber snarled and struggled against his bonds.
                Plat grinned down at him. “Your struggles are in vain.”
                Kyber paused. There was a moment of confusion on his face, then it disappeared as he struggled harder to be free. Droplets of sweat flew from his head as he whipped it from side to side.
                “Vile creatures!”
                Plat stepped back in surprise.
                “Hey, Plat?”
                Kyber snarled, showing his fangs. “I will kill you all!”
                “D’har?”
                Plat turned to Isup.
                “The fever has turned him,” Isup stated.
                Dayall made a rude sound.
                “Vile, despicable creatures!” Kyber roared and continued to fight against his binds. “You will not get the best of me!”
                Plat pointed at their prisoner. “That is not the Kyber Nau I know. I have served with this man too long not to recognize when a man is not in his right mind.”
                “I will kill you all!” Kyber screamed again. His voice broke. He tried to growl, but his throat refused to utter the sound. He coughed but he continued to snarl, his breathing becoming fast and raspy.
                “Is he going to die?” Dayall asked.
                Plat took another step back. “I do not know.”
                Isup got to his feet. “Will he infect us?”
                “I do not know.”
                “Then explain to me again why we don’t just go ahead and kill him?” Dayall demanded, also getting to his feet. “Why are we risking our own health by keeping him alive?”
                He turned and tried to wrest their only weapon from Isup, but the Seneecian managed to keep the gun from the man’s grasp. The two men glared at each other. Isup lifted a lip and growled softly.
                “Enough,” Plat stated.
                Isup dropped the snarl, but his eyes remained on the Terran. “We are still enemies,” he softly reminded Dayall. “As soon as we no longer need you to help us survive, we will kill you.”
                Dayall replied with an oily grin. “You’re assuming you’ll live long enough to do that.”
                “I said enough! ”
                Isup walked over to stand beside Plat. “I do not think we can get any information from Kyber when he is in this condition. What if his delirium worsens?”
                “Let us hope it worsens.”
                Isup gave him a surprised look. “Why?”
                “Then he will no longer be just our enemy. He will be theirs as well.”
                “How are you going to accomplish that?” Dayall tried to put as much sarcasm into his voice as possible. “The moment you untie him, he’s going to attack us.”
                “He will not attack us if we are not around when he awakens.” Plat smirked. “When he sleeps again, we will take him where the others will find him. And when he comes to…” The Seneecian smiled.
                Isup finished the sentence for him. “When he comes to, he will be deeper into his fever and attack them. He will be our weapon against them.”
                “But what if he dies before all that happens?” Dayall persisted. “So much for your grand scheme of things.”
                Plat straightened. “If