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Female Soldier

My name is Amara Lockman, I am a soldier and a pilot. I was part of the 34th branch when by plane was shot down. When I got out I saw the enemies and I plea for my life to be spared. But they have either plans.

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Male Interrogator

Deep within the facility from where I am, I usually sit on my desk and ran through the files. I mean, I could be anywhere else, but this is by far the safest option for now. I was then needed when one of the soldiers came by and call my name, "Mister Iskall Horton, we may need your expertise at room 117."

"I'll come right over", I replied to which the soldier stood there and I gather my things.

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No POV

Amara is in chains in a room that is all too familiar. The mirror wall, the lights, the bland colors, the metal chair and table; this is all too familiar. Now, Amara is a POW and she have heard stories and even saved her friend from a Concentration camp - and it was a horrible thing to witness. The horrid and morbid tales of these camps made her fear more. But she is a soldier, she must pass through this without revealing any new information.

The door opens and Amara waits. A man entered the rooms with guards behind him, who seemed to have their faces revealed.

?: Hello there miss.

Amara stared at him in silence. This man seemingly did not make any sort of hostility. What made her confused even more is that the man acted very surprised that the guards are in the chamber and ordered them out of the room. They complied and now it's just Amara, the Interrogator and a bunch of people watching from the two way mirror

?: I'm sorry there, miss. Security's often a pain when I'm trying to have a friendly conversation.

Amara: Y-You're not gonna try to get me to do anything?

?: Oh heavens no. Why would I force such a thing onto you?

Amara: But, you're an Interrogator! How you are not doing anything to me?! Where's the rage? Where's the -?

?: Before we can go any further, let's start with introductions. My name is Iskall Horton. What's yours?

Amara: A-Amara.

Iskall: Great! Now to answer the questions from earlier: You see, I don't like to interrogate people really. Well not like the other Interrogators.

Amara: But from where I'm from, we use whatever methods to get information from your people.

Iskall: Well, that's unfortunate for them. I mean really, it took me awhile until I actually met one of your interrogators. I must say, he has quite the attitude.

Amara: Well, whatever you are trying to get from me, forget it! I won't tell you anything!

Amara crossed her arms and shuts her eyes, waiting for any sort of incoming punishment.

Iskall: Okay, so I'm positive you are suffering from PTSD.

Amara open one of her eyes both in confusion and shock. What is he?

Iskall: I can tell you, I've seen bloodshed too many times. This is the best I could ever get to be honest.

The conversation continued between the two and no new information was ever extracted. While most would deemed it as a failure, to Iskall's base, it's a start.

While in the base, Amara do take note at the fact that this "Concentration camp" is more peaceful than previous Concentration camps. Heck, even the POWs don't seem to mind at all. Sometimes she gets a glimpse into how the base is operated, by the time one of the guards is being too forceful, until Iskall arrived and took the guard away; however, he did explicitly stated towards the ones taking the person away, "Remember, what I have taught you. No force, no need for violence, no anger."

It is clear the this man wanted no violence in his base. Amara is amused by this, considering the fact that she is currently in a war and many times she have seen friends died in front of her.

Now she's taking a walk down a forest alongside with Iskall to have a more intimate conversation.

Amara: You know, I thought your side was bad.

Iskall: It isn't news to me to consider that many would believe in propaganda, when in reality most fight for what they thought is right.

Amara: Heh y-yeah.

Iskall: I must say though, I think the red and green lights on your aircraft wings might be a signal or a form of heraldry to your people.

Amara: Really? No, every plane have those to no be confused between left and right as well as to notify others during the night time of a plane approaching.

Iskall: Hmm. And surely the display must've read the gauge of your plane.

Amara: Well, computers can be unreliable at times, so we kept it manually. We use those to communicate and to receive our missions.

There were times where Iskall acted more like a therapist to his base and POWs, even Amara.

Iskall: Hmm... Perhaps telling about yourself might be better.

Amara: Maybe... Ok. So...

Amara did went a little deep with her backstory, explaining some in such detail that Iskall has to stop her and simply ask her to just point out her major life events. However, this turned out to be a bit hard of Amara.

Amara: I... I-I don't know.

Iskall: It's okay to talk about it, you know? I know this war has done a couple on you, but what was your life before this war?

Amara: W-Well, I was planning to become an artist at some point. My mother said that my creativity seemed to be endless.

Iskall: I'm kinda surprised it's just your mother saying that. I too wanted to be come an artist of sorts.

Amara: Really? And this?

Iskall: It's my second option if my current didn't go to plan. Please, about your family life?

Amara: I... My f-family... Umm... No... I can't.

Iskall: Hmm. Do you need some time resting?

Amara: I guess.

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After the war, Amara goes through the streets as the smiles of everyone filled the atmosphere. The symbols of freedom is insurmountable. She can taste the feeling of being free and out of war.

During one of Amara's various commissions, she begin to think of something - or rather someone.

She stood by the coffee shop as a man approached her. The two entered the shop and have a drink while chatting. It seems as though old enemies have met once more. The more they have done this, the more they realize they have opportunities for each other and so the Soldier and Interrogator became friends to lovers.