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Daughters of Athena (Skeith & SeductiveKitsune)

Skeith Takahata II

Lesbian Anarchist
Joined
Feb 26, 2009
Location
Elsewhere
Somewhere near the center of the Atlantic Ocean there exists an old cargo vessel. From the outside this ship looks ordinary. Various cargo crates were stacked on top, and uniformed men patrolled the deck. From the bridge, the ship's captain maintained the course of the ship and monitored the day to day activities of the ship's occupants. This however, is where the benign appearances end. For this ship had it's secrets, secrets known only to a select few, including mercenaries, terrorists, and others who chose to live off the grid.

Titan. That's what the ship was called. The vessel served as a sea-faring mega-prison. Housing the world's most dangerous and most violent of criminals. Ordinarily the ship would be able to procure funding from the various governments who sent their criminals to be housed there, but the controversial nature of their rehabilitation programs made it impossible for any government to publicly endorse it. So what to do? When a criminal was found to be sufficiently rehabilitated, or at least capable of following orders, they would sell the prisoner into the custody of various organizations needing soldiers, bodyguards, entertainment, or otherwise and how better to ensure a sale, than with a demonstration...

Enter Jayde Harper, known to most as Taz, for her multiple crippling forms of psychosis. Jayde was the daughter of the famous war criminal Sargent Dave Harper, who was determined to be K.I.A. So, to make sure that his sentence was served his daughter was imprisoned while still a child, and raised on board Titan. She was beaten, broken, and ravaged until only a shadow of her humanity remained. The prison doctor got her addicted to a medication called Valkyrie. Valkyrie rewired the chemicals in Jayde's brain, forcing her to associate situations of extreme excitement, pain, and fear with pleasure. Though eventually broken of her addiction, the effects remained permanent.

A sharp knock came upon the heavy iron door to her cell, simply a repurposed crewman's quarters stripped of potential weapons or pleasantries. Jayde's eyes quickly rose to look the man on the other side of the door in the eye. "Wake up, kid! You got a show to do..." The door was flung open, blinding the young woman with the intense light of the corridor. "On your feat!" The guard shouted as another guard stepped up beside him. She looked up at them in disbelief. She was tired, hungry, and weak. Quickly she was yanked from the floor by her arms, pressing her back harshly against the cold iron of the wall. She gave a small groan of pain before she was left airless by a blow to the stomach. A chain was attached to the iron collar she wore, and used as a leash to drag her from her cell. She coughed and groaned as she was dragged out into the hall. Her body only barely covered by what was left of her prisoner rags. She slowly rose to her feet before following the guards to the cargo hold.

The lights were kicked on one at a time as they entered. Seats for an audience were erected about a steel cage ring where another prisoner was seated. An announcer's voice broke the silence as he spoke. It was the ship's captain, and the warden of the prison. "You've paid good money for your seats, so it seems only fair that you be given a good show!" She shouted. He waved his arm towards the man already in the cage. An older, exceptionally muscular man stared through the bards as his challenger was pulled forward. "Here in the ring we have El Diablo! Wanted for 30 known murders, and a possible suspect of several others! And his challenger!" The door to the cage was opened, and Jayde was let off her chain and pushed into the ring. "A younger combatant with a violent streak of her own, Jayde Harper!" She stared emptily at her opponent while she waited for the call to begin.
 
Sabrina walked out onto the deck of the Titan. Nice little ship, and a good place for others to buy guards. But now was no time for that. She was to recruit a new girl, a dangerous fighter from what she was told. She took a seat as a match started. Some beefy guy against... Jayde?! Well, now she can prove herself. She watched the bidding on both sides, and noticed that many of them were on the big guy. "Jayde, win this..."she whispered, praying she would be ok after this.
 
A loud bell rung, and the match began. Jayde raised her gaze to look at her opponent, her expression still empty. El Diablo charged her landing a quick and heavy punch to the side of her face, followed up by another hit to the other side of her face. She recoiled backwards, only to be grabbed by her hair and forced down into his knee. She fell backwards onto the ground before rolling over onto her stomach. She let out a loud groan before pushing herself up to her knees. She spat blood out onto the ground as a smirk spread on her lips. "That it?" She whispered as she pushed herself off the ground. She stumbled slightly before taking a proper stance. "My turn."

El Diablo through another jab, but this time, it was intercepted. Jayde side stepped the blow, grabbing the man by the wrist and bicep before turning his momentum against him. She flipped him onto his back before quickly straddling his torso. She through several quick punches into his face before wrapping her body around his left arm and bringing it backwards with incredible force causing a sickening crack to spread throughout the ship, followed by the man's pained shriek. She quickly mounted the man's torso again before grabbing either side of his head. She quickly thrust her thumbs into his eye sockets giving him just enough time to acknowledge the pain before spinning his head around backwards with another sickening crack.

She panted heavily before rising to her feet. Her gaze looking over the audience now stunned and silent. The silence only broken by the announcer. "We have a winner! For this fighter, we start the bidding at one thousand dollars!" Jayde's smirk faded at his words. This was a sale? She hadn't seen outside the ship since her early childhood. Excitement and fear rolled together like a singular emotion as she stared at the audience, waiting for the verdict.
 
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