<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/>It was practically a whirlwind from one place to the other. So much excitement, she barely got to open her mouth. The first thing that happened was that Jamie asked if she'd like to borrow a jacket. Yoko leaned in to reply that she wasn't cold and didn't nead one, but she could hardly get her mouth open before they were all moving along, ushered into the little rubber boat. She felt the hungry eyes of the sailors on her as they puttered along to the submarine, but paid it little heed. Really, she was too glad to be rescued to care. It was hard trying to be the hopeful one and she had started to feel down as well. It seemed like a miracle that they'd get rescued just as things really started to turn grim.<br/><br/>Once aboard they were ushered just as quickly to the stateroom. There, she looked at the commander of the sub. Or was it captain? She didn't know military ranks. What Yoko did know, however, was that he was one who was strict about the rules. She knew it from the moment she looked at his face. Her father was the exact same way. Ophelia's plea was going to fall upon deaf ears, she could tell. The man began, "Now, I imagine you're all relieved to have been spotted and rescued from your malfunctioning boat, and you have good reason to be so. But given that you are now on board a US Navy vessel - and mind you, I'm risking my job putting civilians in a US Navy sub - the least you can do in return is respect your surroundings and the rules here." Taking another puff, he continued, "Do that, and I shall personally ensure that you enjoy a comfortable stay till the time we surface next. But if there's one thing the people in this submarine have zero tolerance for," he said, looking straight into the skipper girl's eyes, "it is breaking rules. Trust me, you don't want to be on the wrong side of these men."<br/><br/>Yoko bobbed her head to herself. She'd called it. This was the kind of man who was ruler of his own little domain and he wanted things to be played by his rules. It wasn't just her father that ran things that way, she'd run into a fair amount of business people that did things the same way. They'd found a method that worked and wanted everyone to adhere to it. The best thing to do, she knew, was probably to just obey the orders. After all, they couldn't be stuck here for long... right? So when the captain requested a patdown and inspection, she stepped forward first, trying to seem amiable. She was trying her best to keep things going smoothly between the sailors and their little group. "It's a military vessel so I think we all understand the need for safety. Pat me down if you want, but I don't think I can hide anything deadly in a bikini." The asian girl smiled and then unzipped her little bag. She turned it out on the bed, revealing two sets of clothes, a hair brush, a book ('The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'), and a toothbrush. She was in such a hurry she'd packed randomly, pretty much just grabbing what she could see and was within reach at the time.