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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.
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.
