Post by blackmage on Nov 17, 2009 2:25:27 GMT -5
On board a Salamis Class "Caratan"
A Zeon soldier sat slumped over in a chair with his hands tied behind him to restrict his movement. In the corner of the man's head a wound was visible thanks to the lights in the quiet room he sat in. He begin to take quick deep breaths as he now came back into the world. Amazingly to him, he was alive. The attack on the Cleopatra was a sudden surprise to her crew and even to the harden Cima Garahu. The man winced to try and help his eyes adjust to the bright lighting. His head now begin to throb. His head wound was now beginning to take its toll on him. He shook his head violently to try and to gain some measure of relief.
"Evening." A voice said from the side of the room. The man looked to his right in the direction of where he heard the voice. Cato sat with his right leg crossed on top of his left. The Federation officer smiled at the Zeon prisoner without showing his teeth. It had been a long time since he had something to smile about. With the successful attack on the Cleopatra in Earth's Orbit and now with the capture of a Zeon pilot that some how survived the attack, it appeared to Cato as if fate was conspiring to help him.
"Where....where am I?" The Zeon pilot asked nervously. Cato uncrossed his legs and got up from his chair.
"Oh please don't get up! That wont be necessary!" Cato said in a voice laced with enthusasim. "It's awfully bright in here isn't it? I'll dim the lights some." Cato turned a knob on the far end of the room and the lights slowly dimmed. The Zeon soldier struggled to get himself loose from his restraints as the lights dimmed. "Now let us have are conversation I've been waiting so patiently for." Cato said as he turned and walked back toward the Zeon pilot. The pounding inside of the pilot's head continued despite the lights being dimmer then before. Cato grabbed his chair and turned it backwards and sat facing the pilot with a smile like what a lion would have if it had cornered a young zebra. "Tell me, what is your name boy?" Cato said with a strong Texan accent.
"Karasue Ferdinand." The pilot looked around the room to see if anyone else was in the room with Cato. The Federation ensign smiled. "706824!" The Zeon pilot blurted out just as Cato was about to speak. Cato looked on at the pilot for a moment and then gathered his thoughts.
"Well I didn't ask for..."
"Karasue Ferdinand! 706824!" The Zeon pilot yelled again. Cato narrowed his eye at the Zeon pilot as he felt his own blood begin to boil inside his body.
"Who..." The Zeon pilot interrupted once more with the same line. Cato growled as he slung his chair out of his way and slapped Karasue across the face. The Zeon pilot attempted to answer with the same line as before, but Cato stopped him before he could finish his first name with a backhand. Cato gave in to temptation and continued slapping and backhanding the Zeon pilot not allowing him to answer. Cato continued to give in to his hatred for the Zeon and now started punching Karasue in the chest. With every strike the Zeon pilot cried out in pain as the sound of ribs being broken with every forced compression of his chest. "Never interrupt me!" Cato said as he punched the pilot in the nose. Karasue screamed out in pain as his chair fell backwards on to the ground because of the force of the punch.
"You broke my nose Feddie scum!" Karasue shouted as he took deep breaths. Cato extended his foot and planted it in to the leg of the chair causing the chair to swing back up right. Blood dripped from around the nose of Karasue like a set of bad pipes in a basement.
"That looks nasty." Cato smirked as Karasue looked down at his uniform and noticed his once green Zeon flight suit now begin to show splashes of crimson when his nose continued to bleed on it. "Now tell me, who is Wu Jinyuan. The Zeon pilot raised his head up and looked up at his Federation care taker with a surprised look on his face as blood continued to drip from his nose.
"Wu Jinyuan?" He continued to stare at Cato in a state of disbelief. Cato let out a loud sigh and facepalmed and pulled out his M9 and then pointed it at the forehead of Karasue. "Wait a second! I'll you all I know about the guy!" The Zeon pilot pleaded with Cato.
"Bout time I make some progress." Cato said as he lowered his pistol. His patience was beginning to wear thin and the frustration of not knowing who this Wu Jinyuan was beginning to annoy him.
"He's the guy that had the balls to grab Lady Kycilia Zabi's ass." Karasue blurted out. Cato stood quiet for a few seconds and then raised his M9 to the forehead of the Zeon prisoner. "He's balls deep in the defense industry that's all I know I swear it!" Karasue screamed as both of his eyes crossed to focus on the barrel of the gun. Cato smiled now that he knew a little more about Jinyuan. Cato lowered his pistol. Karasue let out a deep sigh of relief as he felt his life was no longer hanging in the balance.
"Thank you for all your information." Cato swung and smashed Karasue in the side of the mouth with butt of his M9. The Zeon pilot screamed as his chair fell to its side. Cato quickly kicked Karasue multiple times as he laid on the floor and now begin to cough up blood as Cato kicked with more ferocity with every blow he dished out.
"I told you everything I know why are you doing this!" Karasue shouted in a blood gurgling scream as Cato continued kicking him. The blood thirsty officer stopped and then kicked the Zeon prisoner one last time. Cato stepped back away from the battered and bloodied Zeon pilot as he tried to catch his breath.
"The TV is broken, and I feel like killing me a space nazee today." Cato smiled as he raised his M9 and aimed for the side of Karasue's head. The pilot screamed out one last time and pleaded for his life but he was soon interrupted with a lone gunshot.
Moments later the door to the interrogation room slid open and Cato walked out wiping traces of blood off of his face. At the entrance of the door stood the captain of the Caratan. He had the same wrinkled but yet authoritative look that Jamitov had, it appeared to Cato that the Admiral must hand pick Federation personal to enter his inner circle based how scary they look. It was all too amusing to Cato.
"What do you want me to report to Admiral Heiman?" The captain asked Cato as both men walked down the hallway away from the interrogation room. As they did a group of soldiers walked past them to go and obtain the body.
"We know a little bit more then before." Cato groaned. He had hoped the Zeon pilot would have more information on the man that was leading the Mobile Assault Force's mining operations. To Cato he was now reaching a consensus that Wu Jinyuan was practically a ghost in intelligence circles. "Be sure to dump that body in the Earth's orbit and let the gravitational pull do the rest. No one will ever know we had him."
A Zeon soldier sat slumped over in a chair with his hands tied behind him to restrict his movement. In the corner of the man's head a wound was visible thanks to the lights in the quiet room he sat in. He begin to take quick deep breaths as he now came back into the world. Amazingly to him, he was alive. The attack on the Cleopatra was a sudden surprise to her crew and even to the harden Cima Garahu. The man winced to try and help his eyes adjust to the bright lighting. His head now begin to throb. His head wound was now beginning to take its toll on him. He shook his head violently to try and to gain some measure of relief.
"Evening." A voice said from the side of the room. The man looked to his right in the direction of where he heard the voice. Cato sat with his right leg crossed on top of his left. The Federation officer smiled at the Zeon prisoner without showing his teeth. It had been a long time since he had something to smile about. With the successful attack on the Cleopatra in Earth's Orbit and now with the capture of a Zeon pilot that some how survived the attack, it appeared to Cato as if fate was conspiring to help him.
"Where....where am I?" The Zeon pilot asked nervously. Cato uncrossed his legs and got up from his chair.
"Oh please don't get up! That wont be necessary!" Cato said in a voice laced with enthusasim. "It's awfully bright in here isn't it? I'll dim the lights some." Cato turned a knob on the far end of the room and the lights slowly dimmed. The Zeon soldier struggled to get himself loose from his restraints as the lights dimmed. "Now let us have are conversation I've been waiting so patiently for." Cato said as he turned and walked back toward the Zeon pilot. The pounding inside of the pilot's head continued despite the lights being dimmer then before. Cato grabbed his chair and turned it backwards and sat facing the pilot with a smile like what a lion would have if it had cornered a young zebra. "Tell me, what is your name boy?" Cato said with a strong Texan accent.
"Karasue Ferdinand." The pilot looked around the room to see if anyone else was in the room with Cato. The Federation ensign smiled. "706824!" The Zeon pilot blurted out just as Cato was about to speak. Cato looked on at the pilot for a moment and then gathered his thoughts.
"Well I didn't ask for..."
"Karasue Ferdinand! 706824!" The Zeon pilot yelled again. Cato narrowed his eye at the Zeon pilot as he felt his own blood begin to boil inside his body.
"Who..." The Zeon pilot interrupted once more with the same line. Cato growled as he slung his chair out of his way and slapped Karasue across the face. The Zeon pilot attempted to answer with the same line as before, but Cato stopped him before he could finish his first name with a backhand. Cato gave in to temptation and continued slapping and backhanding the Zeon pilot not allowing him to answer. Cato continued to give in to his hatred for the Zeon and now started punching Karasue in the chest. With every strike the Zeon pilot cried out in pain as the sound of ribs being broken with every forced compression of his chest. "Never interrupt me!" Cato said as he punched the pilot in the nose. Karasue screamed out in pain as his chair fell backwards on to the ground because of the force of the punch.
"You broke my nose Feddie scum!" Karasue shouted as he took deep breaths. Cato extended his foot and planted it in to the leg of the chair causing the chair to swing back up right. Blood dripped from around the nose of Karasue like a set of bad pipes in a basement.
"That looks nasty." Cato smirked as Karasue looked down at his uniform and noticed his once green Zeon flight suit now begin to show splashes of crimson when his nose continued to bleed on it. "Now tell me, who is Wu Jinyuan. The Zeon pilot raised his head up and looked up at his Federation care taker with a surprised look on his face as blood continued to drip from his nose.
"Wu Jinyuan?" He continued to stare at Cato in a state of disbelief. Cato let out a loud sigh and facepalmed and pulled out his M9 and then pointed it at the forehead of Karasue. "Wait a second! I'll you all I know about the guy!" The Zeon pilot pleaded with Cato.
"Bout time I make some progress." Cato said as he lowered his pistol. His patience was beginning to wear thin and the frustration of not knowing who this Wu Jinyuan was beginning to annoy him.
"He's the guy that had the balls to grab Lady Kycilia Zabi's ass." Karasue blurted out. Cato stood quiet for a few seconds and then raised his M9 to the forehead of the Zeon prisoner. "He's balls deep in the defense industry that's all I know I swear it!" Karasue screamed as both of his eyes crossed to focus on the barrel of the gun. Cato smiled now that he knew a little more about Jinyuan. Cato lowered his pistol. Karasue let out a deep sigh of relief as he felt his life was no longer hanging in the balance.
"Thank you for all your information." Cato swung and smashed Karasue in the side of the mouth with butt of his M9. The Zeon pilot screamed as his chair fell to its side. Cato quickly kicked Karasue multiple times as he laid on the floor and now begin to cough up blood as Cato kicked with more ferocity with every blow he dished out.
"I told you everything I know why are you doing this!" Karasue shouted in a blood gurgling scream as Cato continued kicking him. The blood thirsty officer stopped and then kicked the Zeon prisoner one last time. Cato stepped back away from the battered and bloodied Zeon pilot as he tried to catch his breath.
"The TV is broken, and I feel like killing me a space nazee today." Cato smiled as he raised his M9 and aimed for the side of Karasue's head. The pilot screamed out one last time and pleaded for his life but he was soon interrupted with a lone gunshot.
Moments later the door to the interrogation room slid open and Cato walked out wiping traces of blood off of his face. At the entrance of the door stood the captain of the Caratan. He had the same wrinkled but yet authoritative look that Jamitov had, it appeared to Cato that the Admiral must hand pick Federation personal to enter his inner circle based how scary they look. It was all too amusing to Cato.
"What do you want me to report to Admiral Heiman?" The captain asked Cato as both men walked down the hallway away from the interrogation room. As they did a group of soldiers walked past them to go and obtain the body.
"We know a little bit more then before." Cato groaned. He had hoped the Zeon pilot would have more information on the man that was leading the Mobile Assault Force's mining operations. To Cato he was now reaching a consensus that Wu Jinyuan was practically a ghost in intelligence circles. "Be sure to dump that body in the Earth's orbit and let the gravitational pull do the rest. No one will ever know we had him."