<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On The USS Triton<br/>Stateroom</em><br/><br/>Yoko wouldn't have minded being assigned a job so much were it not for all the verbal and physical abuse that had come before it at the hands of the captain. In fact, she probably would've been happy to work on the sub in exchange for, y'know, not starving to death at sea. With everything that had come first, however, it was cast in a different light. It was almost like being forced into slavery. For poor Ophelia doubly so. The time outside of the room and away from the captain's penetrating stare had quelled her fear of the man for the moment. Enough to allow her to speak up when prompted. She narrowed her eyes and said, "I think I know what Ophelia is trying to say, because we're both probably thinking the same thing. I think she's trying to say that you should enjoy the command of this sub while you can because it is the last vessel you will ever see in your life. This is a violation of human rights, no matter what you may think of us or our station in life. As soon as we're on dry land again you are finished, captain. And if you're not afraid of our fathers and what a good lawyer can do, then know this; I guarantee not all of your men are cowardly enough to go along with this and I will bet that they'll testify against you as well." She leaned in, her anger boiling over. The man was dangerous and she knew it, but she'd be damned if she was going to go out quietly. Yoko could be the nicest person you ever met and she always tried to make peace between people, but she knew diplomacy would have no effect on him. "You, captain, are an absolute monster. And one more thing; if you hate me, just wait until you meet my father."<br/><br/>There. Now come what may, she's said her piece. She'll save the rest of her fury for when she gets home.