(Placeholder) (therealcptnmrvl) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-30 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain marvel |
Who: Major Carol Danvers
NPCs: Militants, Ghazi Rashid
When: May 7, 2003
Where: Afghanistan
What: Carol wakes up to find that she's been taken prisoner by a band of militants. Part 2. (Missed Part One? Read it HERE.)
Rating: PG-13?
"Why are you here, American?"
"Did the CIA send you?"
"My medics set your leg, because I am a giving man."
"I stop my men from having their way with you because that is an act of the weak-minded."
"Yet you refuse to wake and answer my questions."
Slowly she stirred from torpidity, groaning as she oscillated in and out of consciousness. Oh, God, her fucking head - the fluorescent light coupled with the stifling heat did nothing to help her focus, in fact it made her all that more nauseous. With alertness came the excruciating pain of her leg being broke. When she rolled onto her back, she was alarmed that she couldn't move her arms and felt steal cuffs dig into her wrists. Her leg had been set (by who?) and immobilized between two planks and some ace bandages. Struggling into a sitting position left Carol out of breath, but now she could at least see where she was. She had been placed (by who?) in a small square room, harsh light hanging over her head and a solid looking steal door in front of her.
And so the waiting game began. She stared at the door, for who knows how long and just before she was about to start shouting it was flung open. Guards with masks toting AK-47s at the ready entered the room before a man with dark hair slicked back and a well groomed goatee appeared.
"Hello. Its nice of you to wake up. I have many questions for you," he said.
"Too bad I only have one answer," she responded from her seat on the floor, looking up at him calmly enough, despite the situation. Panicking right now would get her killed. "Major Carol Danvers. United States Air Force. May. 25. 1976." The Air Force's Code of Conduct, Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape was quite clear about these situations:
I am an American, fighting in the forces which guard my country and our way of life. I am prepared to give my life in their defense.
"Good to meet you, Ms. Danvers. My name is Ghazi Rashid. Welcome to Afghanistan," he continued on cooly. Stepping past his guards he closed the distance to where she was seated, kneeling down in front of her. "Now tell me...whatever happened to Ascension? Why were you sent to drop bombs on us?"
I will never surrender of my own free will. If in command I will never surrender those under my command while they still have the means to resist.
Carol was confused. Ascension? No, no, she wasn't being questioned about something she had never even heard of. "As I was saying...Major Carol Danvers. United States Air Force --"
THWACK.
If I am captured I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape and aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.
Without any warning, without so much as a muscle twitch, the back of Ghazi Rashid's hand cracked across her face. Her head jerked to the side and she began to topple in that direction when Rashid entangled his hand in her hair and fiercely pulled her straight again. Her entire jaw coursed with pain, lips numb and already swelling. Her tongue probed the area and came back with the metalic taste of blood.
If I become a prisoner of war, I will keep faith with my fellow prisoners. I will give no information nor take part in any action which might be harmful to my comrades. If I am senior I will take command. If not, I will obey the lawful orders of those appointed over me and will back them up in every way.
"My medics saved your leg! They gave you medicine my men could have used! They cleaned you when you messed yourself as an infant! We have kept you alive when we could have let you die," he screamed in her face. "You will tell me of Ascension!"
When questioned, should I become a prisoner of war, I am required to give name, rank, service number, and date of birth. I will evade answering further questions to the utmost of my ability. I will make no oral or written statements disloyal to my country and its allies or harmful to their cause.
Grinding her teeth painfully, she looked at Rashid dead in the eyes. Slowly, with restrained fury, repeated, "Major. Carol. Danvers. United. States. Air Force. May. 25. 1976." Another crack to the jaw, for her insolence, sent her toppling over. Ghazi Rashid lunged forward and gripped her by the flight suits collar, pulling her upright and onto her feet.
"I tried diplomacy, Major Danvers Now I will try something altogether different," he said while quickly dragging her from the small room.
Carol hobbled forward as quickly as she could despite her leg being bandaged the way it was. "My leg," she growled beneath her breath, pain shooting up and down with each stumbling step. She did her best to commit everything to memory despite the fact it felt like her bone was going to break all over again, as she was pulled forward. Computers. Lots of computers. Men sitting at computers.
"Your leg? It is my leg now, woman!" Rashid corrected, and pushed her forward into a second, darker room. "Prepare her."
I will never forget that I am an American, responsible for my actions, and dedicated to the principles which made my country free. I will trust in my God and in the United States of America.