(Sounds good to me! If I remember, they were going to interrogate him for information, but instead ind out about his past and recruit him to thier side. It could be bc Boa doesn't really look like an Agaean?)
Boa finally looked up again, realizing the sounds had stopped. He looked at Alix, then past him, seeing others of his captor's team returning. It was over then. How he'd survived, and why they kept only him alive, was beyond him, but he wasn't going to complain. He only hoped he wouldn't be killed as soon as he was no longer useful to them. He knew nothing of these rebels, only that they had personal grievances against the Agaean crown.
Which is valid, he thought dully. He would too if he was fighting against the empire.
(right! That sounds right, I just couldn't remember exactly haha)
Alix put his firelighter away, studying Boa for a moment. The guy didn't quite look Agaean, now that he had a moment to study him. But if that was the case, why was he here? He shrugged a little, leaning forward and deactivating the shield, tucking it away. "Come on." He said, reaching out to help Boa up.
Boa resignedly accepted the help, finally able to stand and walk on his own again. His shoulder ached and his left arm was trembling worse than usual, causing him to press it to himself in an attempt to steady it.
"Where are we going?" he asked, desperate for any hint of what was going to happen to him. If he knew, he could make plans, maybe send a message out somehow…he didn't know, but any information was better than no information.
"Back to base." Alix replied, tucking his firestarters away. "Somebody will have to interview you about this place, but it isn't my job." he shrugged his shoulders in a bit of a devil-may-care attitude, leading Boa along.
"Interrogate, Alix. We interrogate prisoners, not interview." Stef corrected, before looking over and frowning when her eyes landed on Boa. "Gods, Alix, have you managed to imprison one of their prisoners?"
Alix blinked. "I'm not stupid, Stef. He's wearing their uniform, even if he doesn't really look Agaean." he retorted, frowning over at his leader.
"I'm not Agaen," Boa said, not even knowing if it made a difference to these people. He hesitated, unsure whether to elaborate, realizing the giant can of worms he may or may not have just opened. If they began to ask questions about his past, where he was from, he didn't know if he could handle answering them. He'd been with the Agaen army for two years and the trauma and sorrow still felt as raw as the day he'd woken up on the Agaen borders. No, he wasn't ready for that. He sent a silent prayer to his gods, then braced himself for what his captors might say next.
Stef frowned. "What do you mean, you aren't Agaen?" She asked, eyebrows pulling together as she looked over at Boa. "No, you know what? Never mind. We have to get out of here. Questions later." She turned away, calling out to each member of the group as they headed out and back to their transport, needing to get away before anyone could come and find them here. After all, this group could only really pull off hit and runs. They weren't big enough for anything else.
Boa breathed a sigh of relief and allowed himself to be hustled along. He knew that as soon as he set foot on that transport, his chances of ever being found by the Agaen army dwindled down to near nothing, but he couldn't summon the energy to really care. Whether he would later regret that or not, he had no idea. Defeat weighed heavily on his shoulders as he walked, but he jus carried on regardless. There wasn't anything he could do about it anyway.
They packed him onto the transport, each one of them settling into seats they obviously were used to. Hekian jumped into the pilot seat, and once they were all aboard, flicked the switches and got the thing started up, and soon they were rumbling away, fast and discreet. "Tyr, we ready to initiate Ghost protocol?" Hekian asked.
"We are go for Ghost, Hekky, let's get outta here." Tyr replied, having sat in the copilot seat, a headset on and his fingers flying over the keyboard.
Robin was quiet, stretching out their long legs and sighing.
Boa huddled on his seat, silent. waiting for them to arrive at thier destination. There didn't really seem any point in doing much else. He watched the people around him carefully, wary of any sudden movements towards him.
(Sorry for the short reply, just wondering if you want to do a time skip, or keep rping here? I'm good either way ^^)
(it's fine! a timeskip would probably be good, yeah)
(Okay! Sounds good. Do you want to describe where they land, or want me to go?)
(mm you can go, I'll do the description later)
(Oki-doki!)
Boa had no idea how long they were travelling. He let himself zone out, focusing on his steady heartbeat, something he found comforting in all situations. That was one advantage of having mechanical organs, he supposed. They weren't affected by things like nerves or anxiety. His heart only ever beat at the precise rhythm it needed to to keep him alive, never faster or slower. So he'd begun to use it as a way to calm himself down when he got too upset. He barely noticed when the ship slowed, too focused on himself.
They docked in a hidden hangar, and the group started to get out. They were greeted by some of the higher ups, who frowned when they noticed Boa. "This young man is not an Agaen." One said, stepping closer to examine him. "What has this squadron done?"
Stef stepped forward. "Alix grabbed him. He's wearing their uniform, and well…most of the Agaens were dead fast, we didn't have time to be picky."
Boa took a step away from the man who had come closer to him, but held the man's eyes, trying not to show his fear. The last thing he wanted was for the people here to think he might be an easy target. He kept his trap shut, not wanting to start anything. His gaze only faltered once, flicking around to take in the situation before him as quickly as he could before returning to match the man's stare.
"Explain yourself." the man said, narrowing his eyes down at Boa. "Who are you, and why are you wearing an Agaen uniform?" he crossed his arms, many of the others in the room drawing closer or fingering weapons, ready to open fire if Boa made a wrong move.
Boa tried to hide his trembling, certain his face was bone white. It took him a moment to find his voice, and he tried to sound as confident as he could, but the words shook regardless.
"I'm…I wasn't…I'm not from Agaea," he stuttered. "They recruited me. My name's Boa, I just want to go home, I don't know anything important, I promise. I don't even want to fight for them."
He cut himself of before he said too much. His heart thundered in his chest as he waited for the reply.
Stef frowned faintly. "You don't know anything?" she asked, stepping forward to fix her gaze on the young man in front of them. She was rather tall, with blonde hair yanked back into a ponytail. She looked strong, too. Impressively so.
"I don't, I swear," he said. While it was technically an exaggeration, he was certain he knew nothing that could serve them, or anything they didn't already know. "Please, just let me go."
Stef mumbled a curse, looking over to her leaders for guidance on what to do now.
(Idk what should happen?)
(maybe they try to turn him to thier side? Since he's not technically Agaen, maybe they think they have a chance.)
(aksjsbbs but like. How? Sorry I'm stupid lmao)
(Nooo, not at all!! It's okay, it's easier to plan this stuff out than it is to execute it lol. Honestly, just having someone ask him if he wants to switch over to their side might be the way to go? Maybe they realize they can't send him home, but he might be useful to them, so they try that? Instead of having to just imprison him forever haha)
(lmao alright, I get it)
When they didn't respond, Stef turned back to Boa. "We can't just let you go." She said slowly. "It would be a safety liability for us. I hope you understand. However… you could join our squad, if you like. Rather than imprisoning you. Unless you'd prefer imprisonment?" She arched an eyebrow. The rest of the group was quiet, letting Stef make the decisions.
