After a long vacation, Chief Director came back with a captured Midorian and asked me to interrogate him.
Here is what I Asked him.
To start, I got to know him:
Me: "What's your name?"
Midorian: "Noebal Gramd."
Me: "Where do you live?"
Noebal Gramd: "I live.........."
Me: "Yes?"
Noebal Gramd: "I live in Heinsten."
Me: "Okay."
Then, I got serious.
Me: "Why are you Midorians so underdeveloped?"
Noebal Gramd: "We have recieved no support. Nivelians block all trade routes to Terran territory."
Me: "So you use GARBAGE?!"
Noebal Gramd: "Sadly, yes. We spray-paint it orange to hide it."
Me: "I see. Your stations too?"
Noebal Gramd: "Actually, no. Every orbit had an abandoned space station. We refurbished it and made it ours."
Me: "How did you fare against the Voids when they were around?"
Noebal Gramd: "Not well. The Voids attacked and devastated Eanya, which we were still in the process of building. Then the Nivelians took advantage of the chaos and attempted to annihilate us. But we pulled through."
Me: "Do you have any secret operations?"
Noebal Gramd: "..."
Me: "Hmm?"
Noebal Gramd: "Fine! We are organizing a black guard for our own! We want to get revenge on your kind!"
Me: ".. I will alert the guards."
And that is how it went. We are perparing for a full-scale Midorian attack.