<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 could only watch on in horror as things went from bad to worse. She had considered stepping in at once point, explaining to the captain how Ophelia was just stressed from being stranded and upset at being unable to repair her ship. Likewise, she was sure the men here, captain included, were also stressed from whatever mission they were on. Right? They were all just too tense and things could go better if they'd all just calm down. She understood the need to be searched, she really did. She had already figured that someone might think a boat with five beautiful women on it might be too good to be true, that it was a trap and they'd be spies. So, she was willing to defend the captain to that point.<br/><br/>Then he started talking about making Ophelia strip down and locking her in a cage. The asian finally found her voice and stepped forward, raising her hands, "Wait, wait! You can't do that to her! You can't treat us like animals! I know that this is a unique situation and there is the safety of your crew to be concerned about, captain, but we're civlilians! What do you think is going to happen when we finally get back on land? You're going to be disgraced for doing this! Furthermore," she took a breath, "this is a violation of the Geneva Convention, captain." Yoko put on the sternest face she could, setting her hands on her hips. She was about to show the navy men and her new friends that she wasn't as foolish or happy-go-lucky as she looked. "It states, and I quote; persons taking no active part in the hostilities, including members of armed forces who have laid down their arms and those placed hors de combat by sickness, wounds, detention, or any other cause, shall in all circumstances be treated humanely, without any adverse distinction founded on race, colour, religion or faith, sex, birth or wealth, or any other similar criteria. To that end, outrages upon personal dignity, in particular humiliating and degrading treatment are outlawed, captain! When we return to land you will be arrested and the only water you'll ever see again is the filthy stuff in the toilet bowl in your prison cell!"<br/><br/>She sighed. That had taken a lot out of her. She couldn't help getting so mad at the situation, despite how unlike her it was. Once the words were out of her mouth, however, she felt kind of foolish. As she'd noticed before, this captain seemed to be a lot like her father. He probably didn't care about playing by any rules but his own. Suddenly, perhaps selfishly, she hoped she didn't end up in a cage as well. Or worse, tossed out into the sea.