What happens if you become a prisoner of war? After all, it is possible. Isolation, fear, injury—all work in favor of the enemy to increase the chances of capture, in spite of a determined effort on your part to evade. The surrender of your arms, however, doesn't mean that you forfeit you responsibilities as an American soldier. The armed forces code of conduct directs that you begin planning your escape the minute you are taken prisoner.
FM 21-76 Department of the ARMY Field Manual SURVIVAL
Headquarters, Department of the ARMY, October 1970
Pg. 10, Paragraph 2, Bullet a
Kamikaze sighed as he hung upside down with his entire body enclosed in a massive pair of shackles. "Unfortunately, when writing this, the army did not think that the reader would be contained in magnetically sealed constraints."
"Quiet!" a small guard yelled from his chair as he looked up from his data tablet.
Kamikaze narrowed his eyes and stared at the guard. I'm going to hurt you when I get free. He relaxed his body and though about the position he was in. only his head was visible from the outside but he could still move his arms around. He felt around on the inside of the device. There's gotta be some type of service panel. There's no way something this bulky is disposable. He started to tap his knuckles on the inside of the device. Its not hallow. They must run high voltage through the shackles and grounding them out onto the ceiling through electromagnets. Only way I could get out of this was if I could short circuit it and bypass the electromagnets. Don't think I can do that in my current position. "Hey! Pecker head!" The guard looked up from his tablet with a scowl on his face. "Lemme out. I gotta take a piss."
The guard looked down at his tablet. "Nice try. I'm not going to fall for something that easily." the guard looked back down at his tablet and continued his reading. The guard sniffed the air smelling something foul and pungent and the heard the sound of water dripping. He looked up at his prisoner whose fur was wet and was now smiling as he stretched his neck and let the yellow fluid drip off his chin. "Ow… Disgusting!"
The guard punched in a few keys on a console near his desk and a small door opened up in the wall. A small robot flew out of the hatch and began to suck up the urine. Kamikaze looked at the hatch in the wall. Hmmm… maybe a way to get out? As the robot finished cleaning up it turned around drove its self back where it came from. The guard looked at Kamikaze. Kamikaze smiled and shook his head flinging the remaining urine off his fur. The guard shook his head in disgust and looked back down at his tablet. "Hey! Pecker head!"
The Guard slapped his tablet on the tablet. "What!"
"I gotta take a shit." Kamikaze said with a smile on his face.
The guard slapped his hand onto his forehead and then wiped it down his face. "Will you just hold it? We're almost there."
"Where we going commander of the cleaner?"
The guard picked up his tablet and continued his reading. "To prison, where else?"
"Why?"
"Because you did bad things"
"Why?"
"I should be asking you that question."
"Why?"
"Because you committed the crime not me."
"Why?" The guard slammed his fist down on the table and punched another set of keys. A glass dome slid over Kamikaze and his constraints. Oh crud. A series of valves around his constraints began to hiss and release a white gas into the dome around him. As the valves closed and the dome retracted allowing the gas to dissipate into the room Kamikaze was left dangling from his constraints.
"Goodnight." The guard said as he picked up his tablet and finished reading.
A small video screen came up out of the table the guard was sitting at and turned on showing an image of the Grand Counsel Woman. The guard shuffled in his seat and sat up strait. "Release the prisoner. we have arrived at the galactic penitentiary. I will be sending two armed escorts to transport him."
"Yes ma'am." The guard nodded and punched a few keys on his table and two arms came up from the floor beneath kamikaze and latched onto the sides of the magnetically sealed constraints. As it pulled Kamikaze down it turned his restraints flipping him right side up.
The main door to the room hissed open and two armed reptilian guards walked in brandishing plasma pistols. They both walked over to Kamikaze's constraints and one of them input a code on the underside of the constraints. The constraints split in two dropping Kamikaze to the floor. Both of the guards grab one of Kamikaze's arms and began to drag him out of the room. Kamikaze cracked an eye open and looked at the guard who was sitting back down at his table reading his tablet. Dumb ass.