Minuteman75
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"Five years..."
A human prisoner said out loud, sitting cross legged inside a spartan-like cell, containing only a cot, a water sink, and an toilet with grey walls that surrounded him on four sides with an locked door in the front. He wore an plain orange uniform, marking him as a 'guest' of this prison on Mandalore. When first captured, Shiro wished the Mandos had just killed him. Everything he had believed in and fought for was gone with the Republic, leaving the former lieutenant extremely bitter for the longest time. Shiro had been a stubborn prisoner when they first interrogated him and refused to give any intel he knew about the fallen GAR, in hopes they would at last put an end to his wretched existence, but they didn't.
Shiro often had nightmares about Coruscant, the day it fell. Fire, screams, and the blood of those who died haunted the spaceborn, leaving him resentful toward the Republic's leadership for failing to prepare for the onslaught, despite warnings. Eventually as time went on, his captors allowed him to excerise and read as he began to accept his fate and at last told them everything he knew as a member of the GAR. Yet Shiro Yama chose to remain a captive for these past years until today.
During that time, he had gotten to know more about the Mandalorians and their culture. Needless to say a civilization devoted to their own way of life greatly intrigued the ever curious Shiro. They not only accepted warfare as a fact of life, but embraced it as well and yet placed an great emphasis on family and loyalty. They have more purpose than I do. He thought with great envy with his eyes, reading the latest chapter a leather covered book on Mandalorian language.
Sighing, he rubbed with one hand, his black goatee beard that have grown during this stay in prison. Earlier this morning he let the guard who usually brought breakfast know he was interested in joining the Dominion. That has been a few hours ago, no doubt whoever in charge were debating about the sincerity of the request. He hoped they make up their minds up about accepting it or not soon. Then the door started to open, causing Shiro Yama to look up from where he sitting at, next to the sleeping mat.
A human prisoner said out loud, sitting cross legged inside a spartan-like cell, containing only a cot, a water sink, and an toilet with grey walls that surrounded him on four sides with an locked door in the front. He wore an plain orange uniform, marking him as a 'guest' of this prison on Mandalore. When first captured, Shiro wished the Mandos had just killed him. Everything he had believed in and fought for was gone with the Republic, leaving the former lieutenant extremely bitter for the longest time. Shiro had been a stubborn prisoner when they first interrogated him and refused to give any intel he knew about the fallen GAR, in hopes they would at last put an end to his wretched existence, but they didn't.
Shiro often had nightmares about Coruscant, the day it fell. Fire, screams, and the blood of those who died haunted the spaceborn, leaving him resentful toward the Republic's leadership for failing to prepare for the onslaught, despite warnings. Eventually as time went on, his captors allowed him to excerise and read as he began to accept his fate and at last told them everything he knew as a member of the GAR. Yet Shiro Yama chose to remain a captive for these past years until today.
During that time, he had gotten to know more about the Mandalorians and their culture. Needless to say a civilization devoted to their own way of life greatly intrigued the ever curious Shiro. They not only accepted warfare as a fact of life, but embraced it as well and yet placed an great emphasis on family and loyalty. They have more purpose than I do. He thought with great envy with his eyes, reading the latest chapter a leather covered book on Mandalorian language.
Sighing, he rubbed with one hand, his black goatee beard that have grown during this stay in prison. Earlier this morning he let the guard who usually brought breakfast know he was interested in joining the Dominion. That has been a few hours ago, no doubt whoever in charge were debating about the sincerity of the request. He hoped they make up their minds up about accepting it or not soon. Then the door started to open, causing Shiro Yama to look up from where he sitting at, next to the sleeping mat.
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