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CLINK

The sound of steel on steel.

ding CLANK ding-ding

Swords crossing, fighting, dueling.

Clank

A man versus a woman.

The man had used a sword and had been trained by the world's finest tutors since he was old enough to pick up a blade. The woman had only picked on up two weeks ago.

And she was giving the man the best duel of his life.

shkkkkkkkink

Despite Prince Drake's best efforts the girl matched him move for move. While she could never gain the upper hand, Drake could not score a single point. She managed to block every single move he made.

Dong!

The bell sounded and the match ended in a draw. Drake took off his helmet and saluted the girl.

Jessica Hart.

Jessica had made an outstanding recovery as her strong will refused to keep her down for long. Jessica Hart, whom only weeks ago had been a prisoner of the Kraven Corperation. Whom had starved herself to avoid becoming a birthing vecotor. Whom only weeks ago had managed to escape her prison in the desert.

Jessica Hart was a survivor.

The Kraven had given her a gift as a parting present. They had replaced her hand with a metal one. The operation had been extermely painful. The pain was so great it had unlocked something that all Fourheartsmen where capable of, but only Jessica had discovered.

Telepathy.

Which was the reason she was able to keep up with The Prince of the Sky. She was able to read all his moves before he made them. She could not only read minds, but she could project her thoughts and feelings into others. Even Pain.

She was still learning to control her newfound powers. There was one thing that was still bothering her.

She could still hear them.

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When Prince Drake first heard the request, he refused outright. The young lady wanted to go back to the Fleet. She wanted to fight Kraven.

Drake refused. He wouldn't let somebody who had gone through so much go through more Hell. However, Jessica had discovered something that would not alllow her rest.

She could still hear them.

Prince Drake allowed her the request...and went one step further.

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-SECRET-

TO: 5th Battalion/King's Regiment
FROM: Prince Drake of the Heart Family

NEW ASSIGNMENT/CHANGE OF COMMAND

5/KING shall be placed on alert for deployment for Whytica. The target shall be the facility where Kraven created the Centaurions. This mission will also aim to liberate the POWs being used as birthing vectors. While previous intel indidcated that these women where brain dead, new intelligence has proven otherwise.

Your new Knight will be a former POW of this facility. While she may appear weak and vunerable, she is strong willed and has certain qualities that make her a great asset. You will give her your utmost respect and follow her orders to the letter.

This mission is top secret.


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OCC: This story is a side story to the current Kraven Conflict. It tells the story from the veiwpoint of Jessica Hart, former POW of Kraven. As the war progresses, the stories will entertwine. This paticular side of the story is closed pending an invite. Obviously, Kraven and Whytica are invited.

OCC2: 5/KING is a Spec Ops Unit that is designed for Urban/Close Combat Operations.

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5th King was out in formation in front of the Palace. Black Dress Uniforms standing out against the blue marble floor. Boots polished and clean, capes flying in the wind, swords glistening in the morning sunlight. The Airship NEW DAWN was overhead standing watch over the ceremony.

Prince Drake of the Heart Family stood on the balcony before the troops.

"Today is a dark new dawn. As we speak, our forces are engaged in a war with the Kraven Menance. As we speak, good men are dying to protect the freedom of Fourhearts and the World.

Today is not a day for tears. Today is not a day for fear. Today is a day for reckoning. For courage. To let the world know that so long as there is breath in our bodies we are willing to fight.

Today we honor one who has answered the call above and beyond what is asked. Today we send forth a Champion of Freedom and Liberty. Today we are to knight Jessica Hart. THE UNVANQUISHED."

At that moment, Jessica entered on the Balcony and every troop kneeled the same moment Jessica did. Drake took his sword and tapped her shoulder.

"I NOW KNIGHT YOU: LADY JESSICA HART THE UNVANQUISHED AND CHAMPION OF THE KINGDOM OF FOURHEARTS."

My name is Lady Jessica Hart.

I was a little girl once. Young and full of hope. I joined the Nurse Corp because I wanted to help people.

I was on a humanitarian mission when I was captured and handed over to the Kraven.

Their original intention was to 'process' me into a birthing vector. That's what the Kraven's call a baby factory. They seeked to turn me into a machine that would produce thier monsters.

I resisted and starved myself. I only ate what I needed to barely survive. I lost half my body weight and became unsuitable for thier vile purposes.

Lies, torture, pain. Just another day as a prisoner of Kraven.

Seeing as they could not break me, they decided to turn me into one of thier sins against nature. They tore me open and ripped out my bones to replace them with steel.

I was awake. I screamed. Everyone in the Kingdom heard me.

I was rescued by a doctor and two Kreigsmarines. We set sail to escape only to face more danger...and more death.



Now, I can do things that no other member of my nation can do. I can read your mind. I can transmit these thoughts and images and emotions into your mind. Just like I'm doing now.

You're not going to like what I'm about to show you. You're not going to like it at all. You'll want to turn away. You'll want to shut your eyes. You'll want to make it all just go away.

But you can't. You must hear this. You must see this. You must feel this.


I can still hear them. Can't you?

[Screaming]

[Pain]

[Sorrow]

[Hopelessness]

You can't move. You want to scream but you can't. You can't do anything.

Except create monsters.

[Throbbing]
[Searing Pain]
[Heartache]

First they strap you down to a chair. They pull the restraints tight. You're going to lose weight, and they don't want you to fall out of the chair. They cut into your wrists. You scream. You cry. They place your head inside a cage so you can't move it.

[Fear]

They inject you with chemicals. You start to feel strange. Then they blind you. They take this machine and pop them out like a pimple.

[PAIN]

They attach cold cables to your eye sockets. You can't see. You can't see.

[Horror]

You can't see them as the machine attaches itself to your body. You just feel pain in certain spots. All over your body. You can't see. You can't move.

And now you can't even scream.

They've done something to you. The chemicals. You can't do anything. You can't do anything at all.

[Fear]
[Pain]
[Agony]

Then you feel it. The cold knife cutting through your hot skin straight through your stomach.

And it goes on...just like this

You feel something growing inside, but something isn't right. You don't feel happy about it. You know it's evil. You can feel it growing. You can feel the machine doing something to it. Terrible things. Terrible things.

Regret

You can feel your baby crying.

Can you feel it? Can you feel their pain? The agony that they feel? Their silent screaming?

[I can still hear them. They call to me.]

[My name is Lady Jessica Hart.]
[I am their Champion.]

[I will be the voice for those who can not scream. ]
[I will shed tears for those who can not cry.]

[I will free them.]

[So help me God.]

Kraven Held Whyatica, Gidi Prime Facility, beneath The Whyatican Sands

Two officers strode down a long, darkly lit Corridor, various Capitol Police Troopers stood on guard, ensuring the Corporations will was enforced, their red eyes staring ahead of them, their weapons holstered on the back pack mounting...

The Corridor was metal, its walls were plate steel, and its floor was metal grate, undeneath snaked cables and air ducts that blasted cool air into the facility...

as the two officers walked their footfalls made distinct noises against the grating...

They both wore black uniforms signifiying they were of the Secret Police branch of the Kraven Military, not Reichmarshals, but Officers, ReichScharfurhrers (Sargents) they talked quietly to one another, while reading through dossiers and note pads...

"Did you hear what happend?"

"About, The Facility Reichmarshal?"

"Yeah, I don't like it one bit..."

"Neither do I... its become even worse now..."

"I agree, The Secret Police has its advantages... but it has its downsides as well... and these are really down..."

"You can say that again..."