I have the odd habit of creating characters I would like to add to shows. While watching Princess Resurrection, I wonder who taught Hime how to fight. So I came up with a character that would have served that role. Here is the background story and introduction to Draco.
Phil Cooper cursed his luck again. He didn’t know where he was exactly, but he knew enough that he was not going to get back to the base in time.
“Damn those bastards!”
His ‘fellow’ soldiers got him drunk and ditched him where ever here was. And here was not particularly the best place to be a lone, weaponless American soldier. Here was Japan, 1946, and an American soldier was a foreign occupier that received very mixed responses from the locals.
Why would American soldiers dump one of their own in the middle of possible hostile territory? Phil knew the answer, and people could reasonably guess just by looking at him. Though he had some of his father’s Irish features, his half Navaho heritage from his mother was clear to anyone who looked at him. Some people just could not stand anything different from them. He was different.
Phil joined the army as a code talker and translator. He was adept at languages. He wanted to help his nation. But now he had some concerns.
“Why did I sign that stupid four year deal?”
But there was no use complaining to himself. He looked around the simple country territory. He couldn’t even begin to guess exactly where he was, but the base had to be in the general eastern direction. So he headed that way.
The area was sparsely populated. There were a few farm houses here and there, but they looked nothing like the ones Phil was use too. He saw very few people as well.
“Probably hiding from the devil occupier, not that I blame them for being scared”
He greeted the few locals he saw in Japanese. Their confused looks clearly showed they did not know what to make of him. He did not look Japanese, but he didn’t look like any American to them either. Did the outside world think all American’s look European?
Fortunately, he found out his base was not that far away. He might even be able to make it back before he was in trouble. He began to run. But when he got to a narrow part of the road he was following, he heard something that made him stop. It was a girl screaming.
The area he was now in had several trees and boulders. Although he could not see where the screaming was coming from, it was loud enough to determine the direction. By law, this was not his responsibility.
“Damn conscience, I could never forgive myself.”
He headed towards the screams, but not recklessly. Training was kicking in, and he approached carefully to determine the situation. He eventually got close enough to hear other voices. He crawled over a close by boulder and looked down.
“I have got to be drunk and still asleep!”