And he knew that this would not work out as the plan had indicated.
The Terran Military surrounded them.Their cloaking tech on their uniforms--very new at the time--blinded them from being seen by the Rhimodians.
One moment the area was secure, the next they were surrounded.
No quick death for them.
They were taken alive to that prison ship.
Where the Terrans started to experiment on them and try to determine the best ways to take control of their technology and adapt it to their own defenses.
All because one of them didn't follow the protocols.
"Marcin?"
He blinked."Yes?"
"Where were you just now?"
"In a memory, it seems," he replied.
"A memory of what?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Your expression shifted very dark.For a moment, I wondered if you were in pain."
He shook his head."I am not.I just remembered something that was unpleasant."
"What was that?"she asked.
"Get captured by an opposing army and put into a prisoner's camp for several years."
She gasped."You were a prisoner of war?"
He nodded.
Her eyes got wet, and he thought for a moment that she was about to cry.
Should he soothe her?He was not certain of the procedure.He did not have any rules for an upset humanoid.However, his instincts believed he should try and keep her calm."Do not get upset.That is over now."
She nodded."Sorry.I have a special place in my heart for POWs.My grandfather was POW/MIA.I always raise a glass to those who were."
He blinked.He wasn't familiar with the term."What does it mean?"
"You are not forgotten," she said.
He blinked."I hope not, you just met me."
She shook her head."POW/MIA literally means Prisoners of War or Missing in Action.It is for soldiers who have fallen or lost in war.Do you have anything like that here?Anything for representation of those?"
He shook his head.
"I am sorry that you endured that.On my world, we have a motto for those who are lost.You are Not Forgotten."
"It is easy to feel that you are forgotten when you are there."
"I can only imagine."
