YSS Kaiyō
In the month following their capture, subsequently by their alternate universe counter-parts, Riku had little to do. For the first time in a long while, he truly had nothing to do, which, strangely, the Minkan was satisfied with. In his room, he sat and read whilst contemplating the ridiculous circumstances they had fallen into. Here they were, separated not by light-years, but by space and time itself; where life on this end was little better then being shoved into a tube of toothpaste waiting for the day they could be squeezed out. He had taken efforts to busy himself, maintaining his distance from the crew so as to not alarm them to any sudden changes.
Riku, above all else, wished to return home. To get back to their own universe and out of this warped version of the Kikyo Sector. Though his family was the ship and, ironically, the crew; the taciturn and serious Minkan could think of only his own back on Yamatai. Waiting for his daily messages, updates, and funny little snippets. There was a month's worth of backlog just waiting to be sent, his procedures and process interrupted by their current predicament, and so the Minkan went through the motions. He would wake up, eat, report to his station on the bridge, stare at the console before doing some basic maintenance, sign off, showered, then went back to his room to read, write, exercise, and sleep.
It was a monotonous life, made worse in that it was slowly starting to become normal, as regular an occurrence as breathing. For what purpose did their counter-parts kidnap them, after the communications between the two seemed so cordial and so full of understanding. Why, instead of being at home, did he decide to enlist and come aboard a warship?
How was he supposed to defend country, home, and family from here?