With the crew placed in compartments in this section of the vast freighter; the last were gathered together in this bay. They stared at their captors in silence, some with terror in their eyes, while a few others, such as the Captain, glared back in angry defiance. He had tried converting with the Centurions, but to no avail, they simply continued their surveillance in absolute silence. "I suppose we wait for someone of authority." He finally acknowledged. "Something not right about this guys." Another man stated from behind the Captain. "Either they are the most discipline group I have ever seen, or there's something way off here." The Captain eyed the group of Centurions for any kind of response to their conversation, but they remained unconcerned and motionless. "How so?" He then responded. "Every movement they make, the way the stand, even when they do speak; It's all precise and exactly the same as the one before. There's virtually no difference in them other than faces. All the exact same height and build. I may not know much about Romulans, but I have never met any race that is that identical to one another." The Captain turned his attention back to their captors and gave them more intense scrutiny. "This is not going to work." A woman whispered softly from the back of the group.