Richter looked out the bridge veiwport of the Pentastar, and smiled. He was killing two birds with one stone, finding a creation weapon, and attacking the yoshi homeworld in one fell swoop. The bridge door opened, and Richter turned to see who was entering without notifying him. His anger was replaced with elated joy when he saw who was walking in. Two armed shock troops walked onto the bridge, dragging a shackled Vector between them.
"Well, well. What do we have here, hmm?" Richter said, looking down on the yoshi.
"Bite me, Richter!" Vector said spitefully. "What do you want from this planet?"
"My dear ‘brother,’ you seem to have taken your stupid pills today, as you usually do. This is Yoshin, and my ultimate goal. It has also come to my attention that there is a, what are they called, oh. Creation Weapon on this pathetic world." Richter snapped his fingers as he said this, and the shock troops hauled Vector to his feet. "So, Vector. You’re a yoshi, this is Yoshin, where is the creation weapon?"
"Richter, if I knew, do you think I’d tell you?" Vector asked sarcastically. "Do yourself a favor and grow a brain."
Richter turned back to the window.
"Take him away, and give him some time to think." Richter said. "I’ll ask him later. If he still refuses, I’ll have to ‘persuade’ him a bit." He added coldly.
The armor-clad troopers saluted, and hauled Vector to the detention block.
"I will find that weapon." Richter said to himself, "And I will emerge victorious."



Vector sat in his cell, as comfortable as someone sitting in chains in a one-meter square box could be, staring at the ceiling. It wasn’t so much the fact that he was a prisoner that bothered him, it was the fact that there was a battle raging two hundred miles below, and he was no longer part of it. The windowless door slid open, and in the hallway stood Richter with an armed escort.
"Hello, Vector." Richter said, "Ready to tell me the location of this world’s creation weapon?"
"Go eat @#%$ Richter." Vector said, "It might do ya some good."
Richter frowned.
"I see," Richter said, "You leave me no choice than to pursue methods that are a tad less subtle."
"Why don’t you just say you’re going to torture the hell out of me without asking a single question? That’s how most of your ‘interrogations’ go." Vector said. "Or just admit that you’re gonna torture me just because I’m a yoshi? I know. Its because you’re too much of a chicken @#%$ to admit that you hate me, and all other yoshies because you’re scared of us."
"No," Richter said, "I don’t say that because it would be lying. There are a lot of questions I want you to answer."
Vector considered spitting at or on the human, but upon inspection of his armed entourage, he decided against it.
"Okay Richter," Vector said, "you win. There’s a creation weapon on Yoshin. I don’t know where it is, but I know who might. He’s a Karmali, named Naaro."
"Well." Richter stated, "Now we’re getting somewhere. Where might I find this karmali?"
"He’s somewhere down on the surface. In one of the major cities, probably." Vector replied.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Vector." Richter said, smiling. He turned to his escort. "You may take him to the interrogation chamber now."

Vector woke up on a metal table, after Richter’s escort saw it fit to beat him senseless even though he had no way of resisting at all. Even though he knew it was a perfectly useless gesture, he tried to get up, and as he had guessed, he was restrained to the table. The table tilted up with an electric ‘whirr’ and Vector noticed Richter and a doctor walking towards him.
"Hey Richter." Vector said, "Your goons are getting soft."
"It’s a shame, isn’t it?" Richter said, "I’d like you to meet Doctor Gordian."
"What’s he?" Vector asked, "An oral hygienist?"
"Close." Richter replied, "He’s an expert on yoshi anatomy and psychology."
The doctor stuck a syringe in Vector’s arm, and injected a red fluid into him.
"This will somewhat lower your pain tolerance." The doctor said, "Now lets see what you’re made of."
Vector prayed to whatever gods there were when the doctor sat his case of tools on a side table.



As Vector’s lifepod floated silently around Yoshin, Merlin transmitted a distress beacon continually, in hopes of getting the attention of anyone listening.
"How typical." Merlin said.