"Nigeria." I said.

"Nye-gee-ree-ah. This place had no nuclear weapons?"

I shook my head, surprised. "Nigeria, no, they don't have nukes."

"Your army could have used nuclear weapons without fear of retaliation, yet instead your soldiers were sent chasing your enemies through the jungle. Why? Because you are weak and unworthy. If this nye-gee-ree-ah was so much trouble, you should have exterminated them and taken their land." He paused for another gulp of his drink, and gestured at us with the glass. "The two of you are the finest warriors of your species? Ha! Your species is worthless to the war effort, you do know that? Letting you police this planet is indulging a spoiled, stupid pet. We never should have brought you out here! Do you know what humans on Earth are doing? Instead of working hard for the war effort, they are complaining about us damaging the planet's environment. And your workers expect to get days off for vacations? Slave don't get vacation!" He said that last with an angry screech, and slammed the glass down on the table in front of us. "I told my leader, we should bring other slave species to Earth, and show you humans how to serve us properly. You humans are lazy and useless!" He looked out the window at Paradise below us. "You shouldn't be down there at all, it should be Kristang dealing with the Ruhar! Treacherous Ruhar, to contaminate our planet with biological agents, we should kill them all." he fumed silently for a minute, sipping the drink, which was almost gone. "I have volunteered to take the experimental serum that will allow Kristang to walk freely on the planet. Then I will show you how to treat the Ruhar. There are so many of them infesting our world, who will miss a few thousand, huh? Ruhar are weak and soft, but it is good sport to hunt them." He drained the last of his drink, and said quietly, "I can't wait to hunt them. Yes."

The Kristang, whatever his name was, set the empty glass on the carpeted floor and rose unsteadily to his feet. "Enjoy the view," he laughed and waved dismissively, "it may be your new home forever, as our slaves. Or it may become your grave." He laughed again and staggered out the doorway.

"Shit." I breathed when he was out of sight.

Chang nodded, then spoke in perfect English. "I think this is not a good place for us to talk about, about, what our friend there said."

No doubt the Kristang had us under close surveillance aboard the station. "You're right, Colonel Chang." I felt ashamed that Chang spoke English, while the only word of Chinese I knew was 'pinguah', which I think was the word for 'apple'. I'd seen it on a fortune cookie, and it stuck with me. My entire language knowledge  of one of the world's oldest and greatest civilizations was from a fortune cookie. And fortune cookies were an American thing, not Chinese.