Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 5, 2009 Report Share Posted October 5, 2009 (edited) Somewhere in the Eggman Empire Hannah Asgiersson tried to open her eyes, it was hard, but she knew that if she spent enough time on it that she'd be able to see. After regaining her sight, she tried to move her fingers, this was hard as well, but after about five minutes she could do this as well. The process repeated with her arms, legs, neck, and finally after about thirty minutes of shuffling through the wreckage that was on top of her, the former Hanseatic General was free from her prison of broken metal and crimson snow. Everything, everything had happened so fast, the storm, the plane dropping from the sky, and the ball of fire that incinerated everyone around her, it was this reason that Hannah almost found it humorous that she was even alive, through really in her state of mind she didn't care much whether she was alive or dead. The plane had been part of an international refugee flight that had taken off from Darwin Airport probably about a day and a half ago, maybe it was two days, Hannah hadn't been keeping track. She had been on the flight to travel to the new nation of Cyneriice Northan in the South Arctic, this nation had been on the news almost constantly for their strides to create a free society, open to refugees from around the world. Hannah had teared up, it seemed that the Hanseatic legacy was dying all around her, being replaced by every other new nation. However, Hannah gave Cyneriice Northan the benefit of the doubt and perhaps at least she could build a possible future for herself in the new Queendom, away from the turmoil gripping Brisbane. The plane never arrived, instead a violent storm had formed just as the jet had passed over the shores of the Eggman Empire, communications were knocked out because of the storm and in the blink of an eye, one hundred worlds were crashed down to the rocky shore line, and ninety-nine of them had perished. It was near dawn when Hannah had finally freed herself from the under wreckage of the crashed plane, the arctic sun, bright but cold to the touch shining down on her, making the former doctor shield her eyes as she looked out into the desolate waste of snow. There was no hope out there and really, because of the scale of the crash, there was really no hope where she had landed either. Prepared for the coldness of her new home, Hannah had brought with her, the appropriate wear as she made her way through the wreckage, pulling out her suitcase and shuffling through her clothes. She put on two pairs of pants over top of her own, plus snow leggings, two shirts, and a snow jacket over that, plus gloves and a hat. She at least now felt a little bit more prepared for the rest of the day. Settling back, under the shadow of a jagged piece of metal sticking up from the ground Hannah folded her arms and tucked her head deep into her chest. It was now time to play the waiting game, someone would have to have seen the craft crash, or at least regional authorities would come by and escort her to a shelter. She could then continue her journey to Cyneriice Northan, then her mind stopped for a moment as the thoughts of hatred, thoughts of what the world had turned her and her people into. They blamed Sarah, they blamed her for what was happening in Brisbane, they would blame her for the wars in Europe and Asia, this was a world that could not take responsibility for itself. "And what do these successor states do?" They speak loud and refuse to act. "One hegemony gone and yet, the fall of the Dragons will not prove anything, just that there was a weak man on the throne." Hannah clawed at her face. She would do anything to bring back that glory days, to bring back the Ancien Régime. Buried deep in her clothes, a silver locket hung on her chest, the Crest of the Lady Protector. Their destiny, her destiny was not over, not yet. OOC: Closed, me and Kintober. Edited October 5, 2009 by Sarah Tintagyl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 6, 2009 Report Share Posted October 6, 2009 *Recon Base #14* "What's the situation?" The Colonel asked, as he entered the room. "A couple minutes age, the EEAF was tracking a Vaule diplomatic flight crossing over our territory en route to Cyneriice Northan. They made the mistake of trying to fly through one of our snow storms, and EEAF consequently picked up a may-day signal before the plane stopped transmitting." A major replied, handing a folder of papers to the Colonel. "Intel reports there were some high-priority personnel on that plane. Command has informed other bases, but since we're the closest, they want all available units to search for wreckage and investigate for survivors." The major continued. The Colonel nodded, flipping through the papers. He handed them back to the major. "I want a search grid. The land it supposedly crashed in is fairly flat, so a standard square grid search should due fine. Inform Companies Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie. I want all their Pitbulls and Guardians outside the wire and carrying out the search NOW. Inform Delta company to have it's vehicles on-line and ready to go, and have the Medics get their vehicles ready for trauma patients. Tell the hospital to do the same. And tell Echo company to ready their Hammerheads. They're to take off as soon as the weather is flyable again. I want all wreckage secured and searched. And I also want the site locked down. Nobody sets foot in that area except for authorized personnel." The colonel ordered. "Now get to it!" He shouted, noting his staff lagging slightly. ------ "This is Sierra Romeo 6, calling Icebox. Come in." "This is Icebox, you found something Sierra Romeo 6?" "Confirmed. We've just come across some wreckage, just like the flyboys said. I think it's the main body of the plane. We could use some more help here. Transmitting coordinates now." "Coordinates confirmed. Your message is being relayed to Sierra Romeo 5, 7, and 8. They'll be there in a few minutes. More help is on the way. Dismount and start looking." "Wilco. We'll keep an open line if we find anything. Out." The comms. man placed the phone back next to the radio and turned to his Sargent. "Higher up is sending backup. Right now they want us to dismount and search for survivors." He said. The Sargent nodded. He turned to face the rest of his squad. "Alright boys, highers say we gotta get out and look for anybody still alive in this scrap heap. Get to it!" He ordered. There was a small murmur of discontent at the idea of leaving the relatively warm Guardian APC and poke through twisted metal in the freezing morning, but a glare from the Sargent shut them up. The ramp on the back lowered, and they shuffled out and made their way to the ruins of the plane. --- PV2 Alex Calburg and PFC Erik Gerow shuffled through the snow, kicking bits of metal and plastic out of their way as they looked for an opening in the plane's hull. Gerow was in the mood to complain. "I'm tellin' ya man, There ain't nobody left alive in this wreck. We're freezing our butts of for nothing!" "Screw off." Growled Calburg, as he bit down on a cigarette gripped in his teeth. "There might be, and I don't want to live the rest of my life knowing I could've saved someone but instead let 'em freeze. Besides, I was talking to one of the flight jockys at the Canteen yesterday, and he was telling me about this one crash he saw, just like this. Said over 100 passengers on board, only 28 died." "That's a load a crock. What was he drinking when he said that? Whiskey or Vodka? I'll bet-" Gerow countered, but Calburg shushed him and gestured to a hole in the fuselage. "See that?" He asked. "What, the hole?" "No, the tracks you moron! And look!" He said pointing to a patch of red just inside the hole. "Blood! Someone's under there! They might be trapped! We gotta help 'em!" Calburg exclaimed, accidentally dropping his smoke. "Probably just a corpse...eh, screw it. Hey Sargent! Found something!" Gerow exclaimed, gesturing his Sargent and a few others over. The Sargent gave the hole a glance, and then gestured at Gerow and Calburg. "Whattya waitin' for? A mailed invitation? Get your @#$% in there!" He snarled. The two privates hurried to obey. Getting down on all fours, the crawled inside the wreck. "That way." Gerow said, pointing at the blood trail. They crawled over to a lump of blankets where the blood trail led to. Gerow prodded them with his M4 and nothing stirred. He gave Calburg a depressed look. Calburg bit his lip, and moved forward to take some of the blankets off. He'd already removed two, and was incredibly surprised to see the head of a woman after he removed the third. "Woah! Is she alive?" Gerow asked. "Look, I can see her breath!" Calburg exclaimed. True enough, little puffs of foggy air escaped her nostrils and lips every few seconds. Upon closer inspection, one could see her shivering as well. "Sarge! We found a survivor!" Calburg yelled. "Don't move her! She could have internal injuries or some !@#$! Just keep her alive until the medics get here. Try and wake her up so we can find out who she is!" The Sargent yelled back. "Gotcha Sarge! Tell them medics to hurry!" Gerow replied. He then turned his attention back to the woman. He wondered how to wake her up, then he got an idea. He fished around in his assault pack and found what he was looking for. A sulfur scent stick. He waved it under the woman's nose once or twice. She made a face, and turned her head away. "Common lady! Ya gotta wake up! We need to move you soon!" Gerow exclaimed. The woman moaned and her eyes fluttered. "Great! Can ya talk? Who are you? Do you know what happened?" He asked. The woman shook her head as reality came into focus. She was quite shocked when she realized there were two strangers in front of her. She tried to shrink back. "S'all right lady. We're the good guys, see?" Calburg pointed to the Eggman Empire flag patch on his uniform. "We saw your plane crash and we're here to help. Are you okay?" He asked. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 6, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 6, 2009 Hannah's eyes opened from the smell of sulfur in the air around her, she turned her face as the sounds of voices entered her ears. "Common lady! Ya gotta wake up! We need to move you soon." Hannah moaned as her eyes opened from a deep sleep. "Great! Can ya talk? Who are you? Do you know what happened?" Seeing the two men in front of her, the former Hanseatic General immediately shrunk back away from the soldier looking down at her. He put out his hand in surprise. "S'all right lady. We're the good guys, see?" Calburg pointed to the Eggman Empire flag patch on his uniform. "We saw your plane crash and we're here to help. Are you okay? The general groaned again as she sat up, lightly bleeding from her head, her blonde hair was caked with dry blood and snow, while her green eyes were pale from the harsh arctic sunlight shining through the fuselage. "Yeah, I...I can talk." She reached up and grabbed the soldier's arm and hoisted herself to sit perfectly straight. "My name is Hannah Asgeirsson, I am a Hanseatic refugee feeling Brisbane after the city got nuked. Some idiot took over the country with backing from an overseas nation in North America and things have just gotten so back that I had to get out of there. I boarded a flight in Darwin, in Promised Land to Cyneriice Northan, but," tears began to well up in her eyes, "well, we never made it." She wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket, blood, snot and puss all forming on the side. "I don't know what happened, the plane hit a storm and the next think I knew I woke up and everyone was dead. I've been trying to stay warm since the beginning of the day, but with night coming on, I didn't think I was going to be able to survive. Its getting so cold now." Hannah was ethnically Finnish and had pale skin, much like Sarah's own, but she had the complexion of a ghost from being out in the cold for so long and even her blonde hair didn't seem like it belonged on her head. "I just want to go somewhere and warm up and rest for a bit, I'm so scared right now and..." She wanted to tell them how angry she was at the world. But it would probably better if she kept that fact hidden for another time, these men had nothing to do with her own hatred of her previous homeland and what it had become. "Please just help me." Her green eyes meeting the sunlight behind the soldiers for the first time directly. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 6, 2009 Report Share Posted October 6, 2009 "S'all right lady, s'all right. We gotta nice warm APC waiting for ya and some hot chow to boot. Medics should be here soon too." Gerow soothed. "Sargent, she's awake, but we gotta move her to the APC!" He yelled out as he offered a hand to the refugee. "Well don't let the poor woman freeze for God's sake! Get your @#$% moving!" The sargent bellowed from outside. Gerow sighed and with the aid of Calburg, helped the woman out of the wreckage. They brought her to the APC where the platoon medic gave Hannah a quick look over. He applied some combat dressing over her wounds and gave her an I.V. Then she was placed near the heater and wrapped up in dry blankets. Calburg stayed with the medic and proceeded to feed her a protein bar out of an MRE and give her some warm water. While this was happening, the Sargent radioed higher about the situation. "Can't tell you how sorry I am to hear your crash...You didn't lose any friends in it, did you?" Calburg asked out of morbid curiosity. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 6, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 6, 2009 (edited) Getting inside the APC, the warm blankets, water, and even the protein bar and could slowly feel her energy returning to her body. Though it slow process. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, at least now she knew she wasn't going to die. "Can't tell you how sorry I am to hear your crash...You didn't lose any friends in it, did you?" "No." She shook her head. "I pretty much came alone. I was the only Finn on the plane to be honest, I didn't know anyone. Like I said, I'm a refugee, I don't have a home, I barely have any friends right now. Since the Hansa collapsed its been really hard, for all of us." The soldier didn't seem to understand what she was saying though, could it be that up here, this far north people had no idea of the great Commonwealth which had reigned supreme over the Pacific for so long? "Maybe I should tell you a little more about myself then." Hannah coughed into her hand, smarting from the pain for a moment and sighed as she began her story. "I was a general in the Hanseatic army, stationed in Vladivostok, and one of Sarah Tintagyl's best friends. When she resigned, the people in Australia elected to disband the government and wait until a new government rose to take her place, while the colonies each formed their own government. Honestly, giving the situation, it was the best thing to do, even if I didn't agree with it." The general bowed her head in sadness. "Since Sarah left, we were doing just fine for about a year. No chaos, no problems, until the Queenslander Government rose up in Brisbane. Almost immediately after, the city was nuked by a rogue. I don't know why, I don't want to know why, I know Sarah came back and that she's hunting for the rogue now, but after that happened the government began to round up Finns in the south, jailing, sometimes even executing them." Tears began to stream down Hannah's eyes. "In the north, groups of Finns, calling themselves 'Tintagylians' have been doing the same thing with other ethnicities. Neither side realizes just how diverse that country was, there's so much senseless killing and death. And at the middle of it, some self-proclaimed savior from North America is trying to tell us how to run our country." Hannah slammed her fist into the wall of the APC. "The !@#$%*!" The General looked back up at the soldiers. "I'm sorry, I have no life right now, its a bit hard." Edited October 6, 2009 by Sarah Tintagyl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 6, 2009 Report Share Posted October 6, 2009 To be honest, Calburg could sympathize with this poor woman. He'd the misfortune of enlisting right before Kintober's brother, Jack, had started an armed revolution. Calburg's original unit was charged with defending Isen from attack. Although it lasted for only a few short weeks, the city had been semi-demolished, and Calburg's unit had been all but eradicated during the fighting. Nearly all of Calburg's friends in his unit had died. Infact, the only person Calburg knew had survived from his original unit was Gerow. "Well miss, I'm not sure if this helps, but I know what it's like to see a situation go FUBAR and watch your friends die as it happens. All I can say is I feel for you and your country. Our's is a bit isolationist so I never paid to much attention to what went on below us...Now I wish I knew more about your country. " Calburg said. "Sounds like it was a nice place." He added with a sigh. Before they could talk further, the Sargent came back from the radio, looking a bit shaken. "What's the word, Sargent?" Calburg asked. "Lady...I don't know who you are, but you definitely raised some eyebrows when your name went out over the channels." He said to Hannah. He then turned to Calburg. "We gotta new mission. This woman has been designated a priority one. We're to protect her at all cost until a detachment from the 9th Ex division gets here to secure her. From there she's going to Robotropolis." He stated. "The 9th Ex division? But that's where they stick the Happy Smilers!" Calburg said, a bit alarmed. The Sargent shrugged. "Ain't squat I can do, private. My suggestion is keep the lady here safe until those nutjobs show up, then don't look 'em in the eye when they pick her up. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta let the rest of the guys know." The Sargent stated. With that, he left the cabin and headed outside to inform the rest of the squad. Calburg felt a bit spooked, and then noticed Hannah's own alarmed expression. He chewed his lip on how to explain what was going on. "Well...I guess you really are a general, huh?" He asked. She glared at him. "Well of course you are...anyway...." He said, trying to think of a way to put things. "See, the 9th Ex Division is where all the Happy Smilers go." Hannah gave him a look saying she still didn't understand. "Well, see the Happy Smilers are, I guess, our government's version of a supersoldier. They're fast, strong, accurate, and never surrender in a fight. They say one Happy Smiler is worth one platoon of men. The reason why regular grunts like me and Sarge don't trust em is cause they act like they're crazy most of the time. And in a firefight they just loose it and go nuts. That, and during a recent rebellion, the other side used Happy Smiler knock-offs against us. They slaughtered us." Calburg frowned as he remembered some of the things he'd witnessed in Isen. They weren't pretty. "Look, I know the way we're talking a few moments ago might've been a bit scary, but you don't have to worry. For all their instability, the 9th Ex Div will get the job done. And if they're involved, you're probably going to see some politician. Maybe even our Emperor. He's the one who really controls them." Hannah looked at him in disbelief and shock. He shrugged. "That's the only theory I got. Anything else you wanna ask?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 Hannah couldn't help but try and shrink back from where she was sitting looking up at the soldier and though she was happy that her name had come up on the records, being escorted to the Eggman capital by a squadron of psychopaths wasn't her idea of a good time either. Before the fall of the Hansa, Eggman and the Commonwealth had been growing to become steady allies, so it made sense that the second in command of all Hanseatic ground forces would be given the proper respect, though she was more of a refugee than anything at the moment. However, Hannah did follow a bit of the rumors that came out of the Eggman Empire, all of which were gruesome, and now that she was stranded here, she couldn't help but feel a bit offset. People were said to disappear into the snow and never come back out, she grabbed the small locket on her chest and gripped it through her coat. "You're probably going to see some politician. Maybe even our Emperor. He's the one who really controls them." Her eyes boggled. "The Emperor?" "That's the only theory I got. Anything else you wanna ask?" She swallowed the spit that was building in her mouth and rubbed her arms anxiously. "No, not really. I really appreciate you taking care of me. I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for you guys." Hannah looked at the name on his uniform. "Calburg, if I do end up seeing the Emperor, I'll be sure to tell him that I'd be dead if it wasn't for you." She gave him a light hug, before the feeling of lost energy over took her young body and the general fell back slowly to the ground and rested her head, wide awake and still anxious for the 9th Expeditionary Division to arrive and take her to the capital. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 7, 2009 Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 (edited) Calburg felt a bit choked up after the hug, but tried not to show it. Her statement to him really stirred up something inside him. Ever since he'd made it out of Isen, he'd been dealing with survivor's guilt. He'd even been to a counselor over depression. He'd pulled through that bit, but it still weighed down on him sometimes. But Hannah's words seemed to wash away the burden he'd made himself carry. He felt free, renewed. He wasn't quite sure how to explain it. He simply nodded. "Thanks. That means...a lot to me. It really does." He said, a bit of a smile appearing on his face. Calburg couldn't think of anything else to say, so he put another blanket around Hannah, sat back, and waited with her. --- Hannah's escort had arrived in under 30 minutes. They appeared in the form of three Hammerhead gunship helicopters. Unlike the rest of the military vehicles, which had a winter camo, these helicopters were solid white, except for black painted on the edges. Emblazoned on their sides was the crest of the 9th Ex Division (OOC: see my avatar). Two of the choppers split and began to circle the forces on the ground, keeping an eye out for problems, while the third landed, blowing snow and ice in the faces of the ground troops. The troop hatch opened and a Colonel with two escorts walked out. He took a quick glance at his surroundings, and promptly headed for the APC where Hannah was, ignoring all else. The trio reached the vehicle and entered. Both Hannah and Calburg looked up, and Calburg snapped to attention when he saw the man. The Colonel didn't do much except give Hannah a glance over. Then he motioned for her to follow. "Come, you are expected." He merely stated. He turned to Calburg. "This whole ordeal is now highly classified. Tell anyone about anything you saw or heard here, and I promise you nobody will figure out where you disappeared to." With that, he gestured to his escorts to help Hannah up and take her to the helicopter. Neither Calburg or Hannah got to say goodbye before she was carried/dragged into the helicopter and it took off. --- Inside the helicopter, Hannah was scared. Three complete strangers had simply landed, threatened her guardian, pulled her out of the APC, and hauled her into the helicopter before it took off. The speed they pulled it off in somewhat stunned her. The Colonel sat in the seat opposite her, with two soldiers on either side of him. Hannah noticed that there was a guard on either side of her as well. The soldiers wore gasmask so Hannah couldn't see their faces. The Colonel then spoke up. "We're en route to Eggman Empire's capitol, Robotropolis. There, you will be escorted to see the Emperor. After you and him have talked, you'll be free to leave. You may feel you are entitled to something, seeing how you're a former general under Sarah Tintagyl, however, you're now a refugee whom we've found in a crashed wreck. Any attempts to try anything, either en route or in the Emperor's presence, will result in your termination. I don't care if you find these terms unacceptable. Protesting them is a waste of time. Simply sit back, and wait." The man informed her. With that, he got up, and entered the cockpit section. Hannah didn't see him again for the rest of the trip. --- The Hammerhead arrived at the Imperial palace nearly two hours after they'd taken off, and Hannah had fallen into a restless sleep. She was awakened by the Colonel, who said nothing, and had her promptly carried out of the helicopter by two of the soldiers. Outside, Hannah could see they were on a landing pad on the top of the Palace. Surrounding her were several AAA flak guns, Missile pods, machine gun nests, and even a few artillery pieces. The Colonel didn't give her time to gawk as she was pulled into a nearby elevator. It brought them to a hall with several doors on the sides. The Colonel marched up to one, opened it, pushed Hannah through, and closed it, leaving Hannah in the room alone with the other occupant. The man looked up at her and grinned. "Well, well. Ex-General Hannah Asgeirsson, now Hanseatic refugee! Tell me, what brings a friend of Sarah's to my humble country?" Sammyace Kintober asked, sounding rather intrigued. Edited October 7, 2009 by DrKintobor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 When the Expeditionary Division arrived they came in a feeling of secrecy and intimidation, from the APC, Hannah could see the other Eggman soldiers standing either at attention or anxiety as the Division Colonel walked through the snow towards the APC and upon entering the vehicle he barely acknowledged Hannah's presence before looked back out into the snowy wilderness. Weren't these the men who were to take her to the capital, to show her what the Eggman Empire was truly like? Well the rumors were true then, if these were the types of men that were in charge of security, no wonder people disappeared. "Come, you are expected." The twenty-eight year old closed her eyes as she pulled herself out of the blanket and stretched her body before walking towards the Colonel. She turned back to Calburg to say good-bye and thank him once more before she left, but as the two other officers grabbed her arms, Hannah felt herself dragged out into the snow towards the helicopter still twirling in the distance. Their hands were tight on her wrists and the former general felt more like she was being dragged to a prison camp than a helicopter to an allied capital. "Please, you're hurting my wrists." But the officers only glared back at her as they continued to pull her forward, into the helicopter and into the unknown. Sitting there in the den of monsters herself, Hannah's whole body shook in fear as she tried to keep her eyes glued to the ground. But the gas masks kept her eyes darting between the Colonel and his guards. The Colonel turned his mask towards her as her eyes continued jumping from one body to another. His voice startling her. "We're en route to Eggman Empire's capitol, Robotropolis. There, you will be escorted to see the Emperor. After you and him have talked, you'll be free to leave. You may feel you are entitled to something, seeing how you're a former general under Sarah Tintagyl, however, you're now a refugee whom we've found in a crashed wreck. Any attempts to try anything, either en route or in the Emperor's presence, will result in your termination. I don't care if you find these terms unacceptable. Protesting them is a waste of time. Simply sit back, and wait." She watched him walk to the cockpit, living her there, feeling alone and stunned. "I...I wasn't going to say anything." Said the woman who had once beaten up one of her own soldiers for disobeying an order found herself completely empty of any courage or power. She wished she had a sword or a pistol in her hand again. Hannah clenched her eyes shut, she wished she was back in Brisbane under the Hanseatic Feather, wearing three silver stars on her shoulders, the strength that had delivered the Hansa through the Valkyrie War and the Chinese rebellion. She would do anything for that strength again. It was the last feeling before she had tilted her head to the side and feel into a dreamless, horrific sleep. Hannah awoke to the forceful hand of the Colonel grabbing on to her arm and lifted her off of her seat as they got off of the helicopter onto the landing pad on the roof of the palace. From there, the entire journey through the place was rushed and the girl could barely follow what was happening around her before she was thrown into a dark room with only a man's eyes and teeth shining through the darkness. "Well, well. Ex-General Hannah Asgeirsson, now Hanseatic refugee! Tell me, what brings a friend of Sarah's to my humble country?" Hannah backed up the man revealed himself, she was standing in front of the Emperor of the Eggman Empire. She bowed her head, her blonde hair hanging messily over her face before daring to turn her eyes back up to his own. "Your Majesty, it is an honor to be here a true honor." The General straightened herself back up as a smile crept over her face for the first time since the APC but it almost broke her heart to here Sarah's name mentioned again with such kindness. "I didn't think people respect her or any of us anymore, but maybe I've been wrong about the world." Hannah looked back at the ground and sighed. "I wish I could present myself better than this, the way an a Hanseatic General should present herself. But things have gotten so bad in Brisbane and in the former Hanseatic Homeland." Tears once again began to well up in her eyes. "I told this story to one of your soldiers before, but I feel that you deserve to know more. Your Highness, after Sarah's disappearance, God Bless wherever she is, the country became a World Protectorate as you probably already know and things were nice, they were peaceful, we finally thought that everything would stay quiet. But recently, a military Junta proclaiming the Queensland Republic has taken Brisbane and stared an ethnic war between us Finns." Hannah said almost proudly, her light features easily seen as Scandinavian. "And the other nationalities in the Commonwealth, people that we called neighbors. They call themselves Tintagylists, but Your Majesty, a true follower of Sarah Tintagyl would never kill in her name, not like they do now in Brisbane. When Sarah killed, it was for a reason, it was to free the oppressed and bring freedom to those that desired it." Her voice began to build in anger. "What more, some !@#$%* from North America is proclaiming herself as the savior of our people." The tears were now flowing swiftly down her face. "We have one savior, Lady Tintagyl, and we would, I would never bow to a foreigner demanding me or any of my men to serve them, whether as a soldier or as a resident of that vile Republic." Hannah clenched her fists. "They're destroying her good name Kintober." She looked up, fire in her green eyes. "That is why I fled the nation, I wanted to start a new life away from the turmoil, but the plane crashed and I ended up here and I have you to thank that I'm even still alive and a man named Calburg." Hannah sighed and dropped her head again. "The Colonel said that after I spoke to you I was free to go, but...I don't have anywhere to go. Your Highness, I want my home back, that's all I want. I know you can't grant wishes, but that's all I want to ask for, my homeland back and so I can destroy those who destroyed Lady Tintagyl's name." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 7, 2009 Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 Kintober looked at the woman. After hearing her request, gears began turning in his head. An idea slowly formed. When the idea had turned into a plan, the Emperor began to chuckle. The sound did not promise he had anything legal forming in that head of his. He stood up and walked around the desk. Kintober was a slight bit smaller then Hannah, yet she still felt intimidated. "Well, first and foremost, I can promise you this soldier who found you will be awarded accordingly. As to your plight, well..." He grinned and looked around, as if expecting someone was listening in, then turned back to Hannah. "I think I can help you on your quest for revenge." He began to pace. "I'm probably one of the older rulers on this little mudball, so I've had time to watch and observe the other leaders and nations around me. In fact, I dare say Eggman Empire is one of the more stable countries on this planet. But regardless, I've seen the good Sarah tried to do. In a way, it pained me to watch. The woman tried so hard to bring global peace, and her efforts were repaid with resentment, jealousy, and betrayal. The Hanseatic Republic was brought to ruin and Sarah was forced on the run by those whom were jealous of her. True, I did feel a bit betrayed when she killed Mykep, but then I realized that he was mentally unstable and that she was just defending her. What's truly sad, is when she failed in her quest world harmony, my last hope for peace died with it. From a logical stand point, I knew world peace was impossible and Sarah should've saved herself from the heartache and misery that followed, but the irrational part of me held to the belief that if anyone could do it, then it would be Sarah. Alas, my hopes were dashed and I watched you country fall into chaos and brutally attacked several times by cowards and traitors. I saw Sarah vilified by many jealous individuals. I stopped believing that humanity could halt this vicious cycle of hate, fear, and brutality."Kintober seemed to gaze off into the distance as he delivered his monologue. Then he snapped back to reality. "I was not have been able to save Sarah, or help her people in their time of need, barring humanitarian aid. Now you're here, and after hearing your plight, I think I may be able to help. You've obviously been introduced to the 9th Ex Division, and heard about my little supersoldier program. Here's what I'm offering you: The ability to go break past normal human restrictions, and achieve personal power beyond your dreams. The ability to snipe a target 500 yards away with a mere hunting rifle; The ability to break a man's skull with one blow of your fist; the ability to survive a direct wound to your heart, and much, much more." Kintober said passionately, clenching his fist. Then he composed himself and frowned. "There is a catch however. The process will not be quick, it will not be painless, and it will not be enjoyable. It will push you to your very physical, mental, and psychological limit. And there is a good chance you may die an agonizing death. You will also see things that will make you question your very humanity. These things will shock, disgust, and horrify you. You will be morbidly amazed at the things man will do to his fellow man. This journey will shake you to your very core, and you will question your sanity often." Kintober informed her seriously. The man did not believe in sugar coating things. He continued. "However, if you survive; if you make it past the hell I will put you through with your mind and body intact, you'll become more powerful then you could ever imagine. So General, what say you? Leave this room and continue on your trip to Cyneriice Northan as a nameless refugee with a sense of helpless rage haunting you forever? Or will you accept my proposal, and undertake the descent into hell to walk the path of the damned? What say you General?" Kintober asked, the passion, and a hint of insanity entering his voice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 Hannah stepped back a moment as the Emperor approached her as he finished his speech. So the madman could grant wishes after all, but the wish he granted was more geared that she would forever be changed, a horrific transformation from a human in to a monster. "I...I...I don't know what to say. I mean..." Thoughts still raced in her mind, Hannah had always been a woman that had built herself on the idea of pushing nearly every limit that society had created for the female gender. She was a soldier and a damned good soldier at that, from the age of eighteen and the creation of the League, she had rising through the ranks faster than anyone else around her. Sure maybe Sarah did have something to do with it, maybe it was the goodwill of the Lady Protector that had allowed her, but had she not earned everything she had done? Had it not been her own hand that had saved many a Hanseatic soul in the tremulous years during the Nordic Age and even after the Fall. She looked down her arm and her body and while she was taller and probably a bit stronger than the Emperor, Hannah couldn't help but feel weaker than everyone and everything around her. It was as on the helicopter, all she had wanted was the ability for power, the power to lead again, the power to control, the power to defeat the demons that were plaguing her land. She thought about his warning, that her mind and body would be every changed and she thought about the myths of the heroes of old. The heroes never just became heroes by sitting on their @#$%, they never gained the strength and wisdom of the gods by waiting around. When an opportunity was given, they took it, with dying resolve. And Kintober was right, Sarah's reputation had been damaged forever by those who knew nothing about her, those who knew nothing except her escape and they would all pay. Every enemy of the Hanseatic state, then and now would pay dearly in blood. She would make them pay. They papers had said, that Sarah had become the Angel of Death, a monster that cared not about the welfare of her people or the world. Hannah chuckled, if Sarah was the Angel of Death, she would become so much worse, so much worse. Hannah raised her face as her pupils narrowed while the General reached out her hand and took the Emperor's own. "Take me to Hell Your Majesty, transform me into the most powerful demon that the enemies of the Hanseatic State will ever begin to fear." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 8, 2009 Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 A cold smile formed on Kintober's lips. One that would send shivers down the spines of weaker men. T'was the sadistic smile of one who would be inflicting pain, and would enjoy it very much. "Very well, my good lady. I will make sure you are rebuilt. Your enemies will curse you as a demon and your allies will hail you as a god." He said with a chuckled. He turned back to his desk and rifled through some clutter before pulling out a box. With a grin, he turned around again and walked behind Hannah. She heard the sound of a case opening, and Kintober leaned into her ear and whispered "Just remember, your feeling of helplessness is your best friend, savage!" With that, he pulled the needle gun from out of the box and inserted it into Hannah's neck. Seconds later, she slumped to the ground, unconscious. "Sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to be taken to the facility asleep. The location is a top secret. I'm sure you'll understand." He told the sleeping figure. He walked back to his desk and hit a button on the phone. "Hello, yes, I've got someone I need to send to the facility...yes, she's a friend of a friend...she'll be undergoing the HS-51 treatment...no, she's fast asleep. By the time she wakes up, she be in her cell at the facility...yes, that will be fine. Bye." He hung the phone back up and smiled at Hannah. "Well I hope you were serious, because there's no going back now." --- When Hannah woke up, she found herself inside a small cell. about ten feet by twelve, there was just enough from in there for a bed, a sink, and a toilet. She looked down at herself and realized her clothes had been changed out for white medical scrubs. She attempted to sit up, but the world began to spin and she fell back to the bed, incredibly nauseous. As she inspected her surroundings, she noticed a piece of paper taped to the wall next to her. Ever so slowly, she reached for it and pulled it to her. It read Dear Hannah,First I apologize for knocking you out. I'm afraid the location of the facility is top secret, and only a very few know about it. No hard feelings? Secondly, I applaud you on your bravery. You've been selected to be processed under our newest procedure, HS-51. If you survive, you'll probably be one of the strongest humans on the planet. Anyway, I might drop in occasionally to perform a few of the operations myself. Things always run smoother when I perform them, probably because I invented the techniques. Finally, I've instructed the staff to answer any questions that might pop into your little head. Outside of that, I can't think of anything else. Hope you don't die or go insane, -Sammyace Kintober. Mere seconds after she'd read the note, two burly looking men in scrubs with eerie grins on their faces entered her cell, picked her up off the ground, and dragged her into a corridor. The hallway resembled that of a hospital, except the doors on either side were made for isolation cells. Any attempt Hannah made to communicate the two men were met with silence. They hauled her down several corridors and finally entered something resembling a waiting room. However, unlike normal waiting rooms, all the "patients" were cuffed and gagged. Also, figures in body armor wielding shock batons encompassed the room. The thing that surprised Hannah the most about the scene was that the prisoners were from every corner of the world. North and South American, European, and Asian. Before Hannah could reflect on this, the two men dragged her through the office doors and proceeded to dump her into an operating room. There, they pulled her to the table, and strapped her down. When she had been secured, the two men left without a word. Hannah felt a sense of panic beginning to build as she noticed many cutting implements that lined the walls on racks. She tried struggling against the bonds, but they held fast. "You'd best save your energy." A dreary voice from one end of the room startled Hannah into stillness. The figure walked into the light and Hannah saw he was a middle-aged man wearing scrubs, a doctor's coat, and holding a clipboard. "Ms. Hannah Asgeirsson is it? Well, I feel honored. We don't get to many famous people in here. Usually it's just the dregs of society. Speaking of which, I'm surprised the Emperor allowed you do go through with this. He's rather paranoid when it comes to dealing with the facility." The man put down the clipboard and put on a pair of rubber gloves. "I'm going to begin a full examination of your body. You know, to see what the condition of your body is. They'll be a few invasive parts involved, but that doesn't last too long. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." With that, he began by withdrawing some of Hannah's blood. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 8, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 Hannah had begun to shiver as Kintobor made his way over to her after rummaging through his desk, but the promise of his words, her being created into something greater than the world had ever seen, why, she couldn't help but let out a bit of a smirk. The last thing she knew however, was him screaming 'savage' into her ear, she turned around as quick as she could to stop him from driving the syringe into her neck, but was too late. The drugs took immediate effect as she felt her body weakening and slumping down to the ground. Hannah tried to keep her eyes open, but the drugs were too powerful and she was now at the mercy of the Eggman. "Ugh." Hannah groaned as she opened her eyes. Her entire body hurt, not a daunting physical hurt, but more of the feeling that her body was still asleep even though her mind wasn't. Looking down her head snapped back in surprise at her change of clothes, they had taken her winter coat, her sweatshirts, and blouse underneath and had put her in a while hospital gown, while her hair which had been in a tight braid now hung loosely down her back. Hannah moved to stand up and walk over to the cell door, but almost immediately as she got to her feet, her stomach felt like it was going to come out of her mouth. She felt back to the ground, her back hitting against the bed when she finally noticed the paper which had been taped to the wall. Slowly she crawled across the stone floor and held it in her hands. "HS-51?" She put her right hand up to her mouth and bit down on her fingers. "Hannah...what did you get yourself int-" Before she could finish her sentence her cell door opened as two large men in hospital scrubs opened the door to her cell and without saying a word grabbed her arms and dragged her out into the long corridor. Her body slumped over, still trying to recover her strength as her feet dragged against the ground. "Where...where are you taking me?" But they never answered as the girl asked in a soft voice a dozen more times, only to hear the echo of silence against the white walls. Finally they came to the end of the corridor and entered into a large square room that resembled a hospital waiting room. This room was more like a horror house than an actual hospital though, the people were cuffed to chairs and their mouths gagged as officers patrolled around them with batons and when one maddening figure would attempt to break his bonds, they were meet with the broadside of the baton. The two orderlies, dragged Hannah through the room into an office on the far side of the room. The office was an operation room, with a central table, leather bindings that gave a thought back to the Victorian Age and the horrible experiments that mad scientists would preform on unsuspecting women. Hannah began to sweat. They took her and laid her on the table, then taking her hands and feet, strapped leather bindings on her wrists and ankles and one last one across her waist, before leaving the room in silence. Now the fear was very real. "No! Let me out of here! This isn't what I agreed to!" She called out, the first tears forming in her eyes. "Let me go! Please! Please! Let me go! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Her head turned to see along the walls, various blades and other cutting instruments, this only made her heartbeat quicken. "Please! God! Let me go! Please!" Hannah struggled with all her strength to lift the bindings to try and break free, but they were too tight as her arms fell back to the table. The General, continuing to whimper. "You'd best save your energy." Hannah stopped and turned her head at the man that walked through the darkness. The sheer calmness of his voice, caused her to relax, if only momentarily as she ceased to struggle against the bindings. "Ms. Hannah Asgeirsson is it? Well, I feel honored. We don't get to many famous people in here. Usually it's just the dregs of society. Speaking of which, I'm surprised the Emperor allowed you do go through with this. He's rather paranoid when it comes to dealing with the facility." "I didn't know that I was that famous, just as a General." She said quietly to herself as he took out a syringe from his coat and walked over to her. "I'm going to begin a full examination of your body. You know, to see what the condition of your body is. They'll be a few invasive parts involved, but that doesn't last too long. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." He said pushing the needle into her body and took out a sample of blood. She swallowed hard. "What are you doing to me? W-What's going to happen to me?" Said the young girl of twenty-eight years. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 8, 2009 Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 "Just a few minor procedures." The doctor muttered. The man carried his tasks out with a smooth efficiency, due to practicing it on hundreds before Hannah. "It will just be like a normal doctor's visit. Except I'll have to extract some bone marrow and muscle tissue. Hold still please." He stated. He swabbed down Hannah's arm and pulled out a large needle. He gave her a quick glance, the needle hovering just millimeters over her skin. "This may hurt...a lot." With surgical precision, the man pushed the needle deep down into Hannah's arm. Hannah yelped and wiggled. "Stop moving, you'll only cause yourself more pain." The doctor stated dryly. He continued to push down until the needle finally met bone. With one last shove, the doctor pushed the needle into her bone. The man pulled back on the plunger, and the chamber began to fill with a pink substance. When the chamber was about 1/10th full, the man pulled it out, and proceded to tape a gauze pad over the wound. "There. That's all done. Now for the easy parts" He muttered. Over the next ten minutes, he proceeded to check ears, nose, and mouth. Much to Hannah's embarrassment, he lifted her gown up to continue his inspection. Hannah protested, and the man rolled his eyes. "Please, it's nothing I haven't seen a million times before. You'd better get used to this sort of thing. It will be happening a lot while your here. And don't worry about any type of sexual assault. The staff here is much to busy to waste time on that." The doctor said idly. After several uncomfortable minutes being exposed and having her "parts" poked and prodded by the doctor, the man finally pulled her dress back down. He picked up his clipboard and proceeded to fill it out. "Well Ms Hannah, I've got good news. Your in perfect physical condition. On the outside at least. We'll run a few more scans, MRIs and such, then you'll begin processing into HS-51. Good day." With that, the man left the room. Moments later, the same two orderlies entered through another door, unstrapped Hannah, and dragged her off to another part of the complex to be scanned. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 8, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 Over the course of her inspection, Hannah had never felt before so utterly violated. However, there had been no pain in her life as when the doctor had pierced her bone with the needle, as it extracted the marrow from her bones, Hannah's entire body jumped up trying to free itself from the binds. "No! Stop! Please! God! It hurts so bad!" She screamed with tears in her eyes, but as quick as the doctor had extracted the marrow, the needle was out and a gauze bandage sat where the wound had once been. For the nest twenty minutes, the procedure became much more routine as the doctor examined every part of her body from top to bottom. Finally he stopped and smiled down at her. "Well Ms Hannah, I've got good news. Your in perfect physical condition. On the outside at least. We'll run a few more scans, MRIs and such, then you'll begin processing into HS-51. Good day." And without another word from either Hannah or himself. The doctor walked out of the office, immediately followed by the two orderlies from before. They unstrapped the bindings, giving her the chance to move her wrists and ankles again before being lifted up by her arms and dragged through the 'hospital' once again. Out past the waiting room, into the original corridor, and beyond to the scanning room ahead, where she could only imagine what would happen to her there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 8, 2009 Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 (edited) The two men brought her down several more identical corridors. How they knew were to go baffled Hannah, as she could see no signs or directions posted anywhere. Finally they brought her to another waiting room, filled with more bound captives and guards with batons. Again she was dragged through another set of doors, except the room they brought her to now was filled with a multitude of machines, in addition to the surgical table. The men brought her to one station and tied her to an upright table. However, after they'd finished securing her, they did not leave the room. Seconds after she had been bound, a trio of doctors bustled through another door. There were two men and a woman. Not a word came from any of them, as they gestured for the two orderlies to push a large machine infront of Hannah. The device had several camera lenses that outlined a human figure. Hannah assumed it was an x-ray machine. The three entered a booth on one side of the wall and began working a console Hannah couldn't see from her point of view. The machine hummed, and made several clicking noises. When that machine was finished, the orderlies moved it out of the way and brought another machine forward. This time, the female doctor left the booth, and walked over to Hannah. She flicked some switches and pressed a few buttons on the device. Then she pulled some type of paddle of the machine, and smeared a clear type of gel on it. With a quick yank, the doctor pulled Hannah's gown up and held the paddle firmly to Hannah's chest. The cold gel gave Hannah goosebumps, but after a few minutes, the woman moved the pad down a few inches. After a while, the doctor had moved the paddle all the way down to Hannah's abdomen. Then she pulled the paddle off, put some more gel on it, and placed it against Hannah's left side. This time, the woman slowly moved the paddle all the way down to Hannah's hip, before switching to her other side. After repeating the process, the doctor placed the pad back on the machine, and motioned to the orderlies. They moved the machine out of the way, unfastened Hannah from her bonds, and brought her to a machine that looked like an MRI. There, they tied her down to the bed, and moved out the way. In a matter of moments, Hannah found herself getting scanned. Then, like everything else, it was done after a few minutes. When she came out of the machine, the orderlies, again, moved forward, pulled her off the bed, and brought her to the surgical table and strapped her down there. The other two doctors came out of the booth holding some files that Hannah couldn't see. "X-rays?" Asked one. "No breaks or fractures." replied the second. "Ultrasound?" "No anomalies." "MRI?" "Nothing unusual." The apparent head doctor nodded, and circled the table Hannah lay strapped to. "Well, Ms, you certainly are the picture of health. And your blood and bone work just came back. No complications whatsoever. I must say this is a fine change from working with the usual garbage they bring in here. Now for the last step-" He said, pulling a canister of sleeping gas over "-full invasive biopsy." With that, he placed the mask connected to the canister over Hannah's face, and before she could protest, she felt herself slipping away. Before she passed out, she saw all three doctors brandishing scalpels. --- When Hannah woke up, she realized she was back in her cell. She also felt incredibly tired, and her entire body ached. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and then noticed the stitches that ran up and down her arm. She quickly looked at her other arm and saw the exact same cuts in the exact same place. She took off her gown and gasped at what she saw: A large X had first been cut, then stitched onto her chest, and a long incision ran down from the center of her chest down to just past her navel. She quickly looked at her legs and saw they had been cut open and sewn back closed too. Small trickles of blood seeped from random points in the various lines, and she could only imagine what her backside looked like. Suddenly, a great thirst overwhelmed her, and she staggered from the bed to sink. She turned the nob, and drank directly from the facet. The water was luke warm and had a metallic taste to it, but Hannah didn't care too much. After she had slated her thirst, she collapsed back into her bed. She looked up at the wall and noticed another note on her wall. Wearily, she pulled the note off and read it Well Ms Asgeirsson, I see you've finished your physical. I was quiet pleased when I saw your test results. You're the epitome of health. Things will go a bit smoother for you as opposed to most who come here. Usually, we have to waste time strenghtening their bodies to the point were they can endure the procedure. But it looks like we don't have to worry about that. Oh, about the physical, you've most likely noticed the invasive surgery used to see if you had any problems the machines couldn't detect. See, the thing is, you'll be undergoing a lot more surgeries like that, unfortunately, you won't receive any pain killers. And you'll be awake. We've found that anesthetics tend to retard the potency of the agents we use to make you better. So, you'll just have to keep a chin up, and grin and bare it. Oh, and another thing, don't resist what's going to happen to you. We've found that specimens who accept what's happening to them heal 36% faster then those who struggle against it. So, with that being said, rest up. We've got a long busy couple of weeks ahead of us.(Maybe months, depending on how things work out)Look forward to more of these notes, and perhaps a personal visit from me. -Emperor Kintober. Hannah, too exhausted to contemplate what the letter held, simply relaxed on her bed, and drifted off to sleep Edited October 8, 2009 by DrKintobor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 8, 2009 Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 Hannah wasn't quite sure how long she slept, but she was woken by the same to orderlies. They proceeded to, again, pick her up, and drag her out of her cell down several mirror-image corridors, still wearing their freaky grins. They brought her to a door in one of the indistinguishable halls, and dragged her in. There, a simple metal door frame stood, with cuffs and harnesses to keep one in place. The men strapped her in, and promptly left. As Hannah looked around, she noticed a lot of machines with long needles surrounding her. There weren't just a few needles either, there were dozens, perhaps hundreds of the pointy metal sticks. She began to panic. The fear did not go away when the doctors entered. The head doctor spoke up. "Hello, Ms Asgeirsson, today you'll begin your first steps into god-hood...or madness...or death. I've seen it all go either way." The man said with a shrug. "Today we'll be starting the Bone-augmentation stage of your process. The first step is the Pre-stage. Here, we'll be injecting your bones with a special solution to be receptive to the compounds we'll be adding later." The doctor and his assistants began moving the machinery in place, and adjusted the plethora of needles in position over Hannah's body. The doctor turned to face her. "Try not to wiggle. It tends to gum up the process." With that, he stepped back over to a console that controlled the machines. With a mechanical hum, the devices crept slowly towards Hannah's skin. All the needles moved in unison, and as one, they punctured her skin. Hannah could only gasp as the machines slowly burrowed their way through her flesh and reach her bones. Then, in they all pushed down and breached her bones. Hannah barely bit back the scream. It felt like someone had just stabbed her hundreds of times at one. Although Hannah did not know it at the time, each bone in her body, minus her teeth, were being punctured by at least one needle. Her larger bones had several each. The pain was nothing compared to what would come next. The machines began to whir, and fluid coming from holding tanks they were hooked up to began to pump into Hannah's skeletal structure. This time, Hannah could not hold back. She screamed like she'd never done before in her entire life. The pain was unbearable. Her toes, her feet, her legs, her fingers her arms, her chest, her shoulders, her spine, her skull; they all felt like lava was being pored into them. Her body shuddered, but the restraints held her still. She might have cursed, or begged, or said something, but her mind was to overcome by the warning signals it was receiving to come up with something. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the fluid stopped, and the needles withdrew. The doctors moved forward and proceeded to bandage her wounds. The head doctor noticed she was still barely conscious. "I congratulate you, Ms Asgeirsson. You've shown remarkable endurance staying awake through this procedure. Most subjects pass out after the first minute or so. I think you'll pull through this hell we're going to subject you to." He chuckled. When the doctors had finished treating Hannah, the two men came in again to release Hannah from her bonds. But rather then dragging her around like garbage, they tenderly picked her slack body up, and gently carried her to her room, where they carefully placed her on her bed. With that, they left the room, leaving Hannah to her torment. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 8, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 (edited) The orderlies dragged to another operation room on the other side of the complex, though another horrific waiting room where the people where still gagged and cuffed to their chairs, guarded by the same men with batons. Going through another office door, Hannah found herself tied once again to an upright metal table, her wrists and ankles binded once again with leather straps. She still ached from the previous shot that had given the doctor a sample of her bone marrow as she watched the two grim orderlies stare at her as three doctors walked in moments, this time a woman was with them. But none of the doctors gave her any feeling of warmth or kindness. The doctors disappeared into a small booth on the far side of the room as the X-Ray machine was brought in front of Hannah's body as it began to click. After the X-Rays were finished, the doctors exited from the booth and took two paddles off of another machine, these coated in gel as they ripped Hannah's hospital robe off of her body. Never before had she felt so naked and insecure, as her naked body lay there on the table, still suspended in the air with the straps. The woman placed the paddles on her body, the gel was cold to the touch as she began to shiver, goosebumps rising all over her body from her neck to her feet. Moving the paddles from her chest, to her stomach, and to both sides of her hips, the doctor finally placed the paddles back on the machine and had the orderlies unstrap Hannah and carry her over the MRI machine in the corner of the same room. However, nothing so far was really either worrisome or gave Hannah any real reason to panic, she just wished she wasn't naked. Once the scan was finished, the orderlies unstrapped her from that machine, finally bringing her over to the surgical table in the center of the room. Now that panic began to set in again. The three doctors came back out of the booth with a folder of different files as they looked over Hannah's naked body strapped down to the table. "Well, Ms, you certainly are the picture of health. And your blood and bone work just came back. No complications whatsoever. I must say this is a fine change from working with the usual garbage they bring in here. Now for the last step. Full invasive biopsy." Said the doctor as he pulled a mask connected to a canister of anesthesia, putting it over her face. "No wai-" But the gas worked incredibly fast as Hannah felt her body slip into an anxious sleep. The last thing she saw was the doctors approaching her with sets of scalpels and other cutting devises. Hannah awoke in her cell, still groggy from the anesthesia and what worse was the horrible pain that gripped her body. As she rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the fog. But as the fog began to clear, the sight of her right arm made all her grogginess disappear in a fit of fear and anxiety. Running down her arm was a long line of stitches, her breathing quickened as she turned her head to her other arm, the same stitching held that arm together as well. "Oh my God! What did they do to me?!" Her hands trembled as she ripped her hospital gown down the front, she held her breath in horror of what she saw. From her chest down to her pelvis was the same stitching, her legs had been stitched as well, they at literally opened up every part of her body. Hannah screamed as loud as she could, she had been turned into a rag-doll, but as she screamed a horrible thirst worked its way into her throat as she covered herself back in her gown and ran over to the sink and stuck her head under the faucet. The water was warm and had a metallic taste to it, but she was so thirsty. She covered her face and hair in water as she finally withdrew from the sink, watching as drops of blood began to drip from her the stitches that barely held her body together. Overwhelmed by the stress, Hannah crept back to her bed and began to cry as she looked at her body. "Why!" She screamed into the air. "Why are you doing this to me! I don't want to be a monster! I don't want to be a monster!" She wept. Finally turning her head at the wall, another letter was taped to the stone. Slowly, with every muscle aching, she approached the letter and pulled it off and read its contents. But it didn't help her mood before she finally fell back into an uneasy and painful sleep. Sometime later, Hannah heard the door of her cell open as the two grim orderlies walked in and yanked her stitched body up into the air as they dragged her back down the mirrored corridors to an operation room. This room was much more gruesome, a single metal table with a blank light shining down on it was parallel to a terrifying machine, that looked like a porcupine of hundreds of needles sticking out of it, there were a couple of machines that surrounded the table and after she was strapped back to the table, beads of sweat formed on her body and the aching of her body began again. Finally after a few minutes strapped to the table, the trio of doctors walked in. "Hello, Ms Asgeirsson, today you'll begin your first steps into god-hood...or madness...or death. I've seen it all go either way. Today we'll be starting the Bone-augmentation stage of your process. The first step is the Pre-stage. Here, we'll be injecting your bones with a special solution to be receptive to the compounds we'll be adding later. Try not to wiggle. It tends to gum up the process." He walked behind a consul as the machine hummed and began approaching her. Hannah's breath quickened as the needles came closer and closer. "Please!" She cried. "Is there another wa-" Hannah never finished the sentence as the needles broke her skin, her body jumped forward in pain as her lips trembled, it hurt so bad, everything hurt. But that that was nothing to what was about to happen, she felt the needle break into her bones and then the humming of the machine increased as she felt her body being pumped full of something that felt like molten lava. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Hannah yelled at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing in pain as the liquid was pumped into her. Spit frothed at her mouth as it ran down her chin. Bullets of tears formed in her eyes and all feeling in her body was replaced by one singular thought. Death. So this is what death felt like. She screamed. She continued to scream, the pain was so bad, every part of her body just overflowing with pain. But the only thing she could manage was an incoherent scream of piercing volume. Finally, the machine drew back as Hannah's body slumped down from the straps, only a light breathing and whimpering could be heard from her. As the doctors approached and bandaged her arms, the head doctor smiled. "I congratulate you, Ms Asgeirsson. You've shown remarkable endurance staying awake through this procedure. Most subjects pass out after the first minute or so. I think you'll pull through this hell we're going to subject you to." "Death." Was the only thing she could say. "Death." The orderlies returned to her and took Hannah off the straps. For the first time since she had been placed in this horror house, the carried her tenderly back to her cell, as the light drops of her tears dripped on the back of their necks. Gently they took her back to her room and laid her on her bed as she rolled into a ball in the corner of the bed and began to shiver. Once again she was alone as her mind, which could barely function began to shut down. "What's happening to me?" She said softly. "What did I do to myself? I...I...don't want to di-" She said to herself before falling into a dark and dreamless sleep. The rag-doll laying motionless on the bed, her bones now over flowing with the chemical that had been pumped in, the transformation had begun. Edited October 8, 2009 by Sarah Tintagyl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 8, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 8, 2009 (edited) About a Year Ago General Hannah Asgeirsson stared across the room at the figure bent sickly over her desk, the figure's shimmering sapphire eyes seemed that they had faded from their original brilliance. She knew why she had been called up to the Lady Protector's Office late that night, she knew all too well that the Hanseatic Commonwealth was about to come to an end. Hannah stood at attention, the young twenty-eight year old who had served under Lady Tintagyl since the beginning of the Hanseatic League in Finland, though back in the old days she had only been a captain, fresh out of the Tionese Military Academy in Helsinki. She was a girl full of hope, full of desire, but unlike Sarah, Hannah had never been afraid to really get her hands dirty. She had the blood of many on her hands, Germans, Chinese, countless rebels, any one who dared cross the path of the Commonwealth and did so with hostility and for that Hannah had risen to become Sarah's most trusted confidant. The Lady Protector sat across from her, tears in her eyes, but with the calm beauty that she had always possessed. Sarah's features ever soft, while Hannah's were much sharper, the hawk that protected the dove from all harm. But that had all changed and she knew it, Sarah had become quite the adventurer in the past year, even going as far as to rescuing her own family from the reaches of the Aotearoan rebellion in New Zealand. Hannah cursed herself that she had not gone in Sarah's stead, but she couldn't help be feel a great deal of pride for the ruler, three years her elder. Taking a deep breath, Sarah lifted her head from the desk and smiled up at the General, before pushing herself out of her seat and walking over toward her. They were similar, Sarah and Hannah, both had golden blonde hair, snow white skin, and bright eyes, the characteristics of growing up in Scandinavia, both were strikingly beautiful, and both held the weight of the world on their shoulders. Though this night, where Sarah seemed so ragged, her eyes wet from tears, and her hair falling every which way, Hannah stood straight in a brilliant white frock coat of the Hanseatic Military, her hair in a single tight braid going down her back, but she struggled inside to keep her sadness from showing. "You know why you're here General." "Yes Milady." Hannah said, swallowing her spit, she could feel herself choking up. "But I wish this isn't how this country is going to end." "I will not let the Hansa get destroyed like the other nations in this world. An alliance that was dedicated to destroying the Austrians, the Earth is a disappointing planet." "Sarah please. Don't say that. If it wasn't for you, God, I don't know how this entire planet would have made it to his point. You are one of God's gifts to Earth." Sarah chuckled and shook her head. "And you Hannah talk too much and build people's egos to undesirable levels." "I speak the truth. I love you and I love this country, I would make an sacrifice for it, anything." "I know you would, I wish the others would do the same." Sarah tilted her head back out the window as the full moon shown down from the sky. "I wish everyone had your loyalty Hannah." "Sarah, you don't have to do this, you don't have to give up, we'll pull through like we always did. We can destroy the Dragons and we can destroy the Eurasians, just like we did Nordland. I know we can!" The Lady Protector put her hand up. "No, I have caused enough death to this world already and I refuse to cause anymore. I need time to think, time to make sense of the world again. But, the Hansa will not die, I will not let its spirit die or..." She paused and reached down her dress pulling out a small gold locket. "You will not let the Spirit of the Hansa die." The locket was that of the Hanseatic Feather emblazoned on the front of the Tintagyl Crest. "Hannah Asgeirsson." Sarah spoke with a new power to her voice. "Kneel." Hannah gasped in surprise at the remark, but obeyed as she was told while Sarah laid a firm hand on her forehead. "Sarah?" "Hannah Asgeirsson, First Knight of the Hanseatic Commonwealth." The words coming out of her Ladyship's mouth caught the General completely off guard. "Do you swear to forever protect the people of the Commonwealth, Finns, Japanese, Russians, Welsh, all people that once prospered under our banner against their enemies?" "I do." "Do you swear to forever protect the ideals of true peace, multi-culturalism, freedom for all men, and the respect of the poor, malnourished, diseased, and dying?" "I do." "Do you swear to forever protect the True Hanseatic State even after its fall, its memory, its ideals, its philosophy, and its promise of world peace." Sarah's eyes narrowed. "At whatever price." "I do." "Then rise, Lady Hannah Asgeirsson, Knight of the Commonwealth." "Sarah?" Sarah shut her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Please Hannah, defend my people, defend my land, and defend me, you are the last person that can do this. I beg you." The Lady Protector stepped forward and embraced her one last friend as tight as she could, the knight returning the embrace. "I swear Sarah, no harm will ever come to Australia or the Pacific, I promise." Suddenly as Hannah hung onto Sarah, the Lady Protector disappeared from her arms, vanishing into thin air as the entire office began to collapse in on itself. "What the hel-" She couldn't finish as the floor gave out into a horrible black cavern that led to nothingness and void, but as she fell the darkness gave into a bright white light as a voice filled her aching body. "I know that you're in pain Hannah, I know that they are doing horrible things to you. Your body is bruised and stitched, but this is a necessary pain to achieve the status of a Protector that will live through the myths and legends of the Hanseatic State for the rest of eternity. You can't give up, not now, not ever, my people are depending on you." --- Hannah awoke with a warm sweat covering her body, the burning inside had subsided a great deal and even her stitching didn't seem to bother her much anymore. Looking at her arms in the dark room, she could see the skin beginning to scar in certain parts, her legs looked much better and even her chest had stopped feeling like it was coming part. "Lady Tintagyl." Hannah said clenching her fist. "I swear." She was still so very weak, but she could feel in her heart a strength beginning to rise, she had no choice, she had made the promise to herself, to Kintobor and to Sarah that she would rise above the pain and nothing in Hell could stop her. Edited October 8, 2009 by Sarah Tintagyl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 9, 2009 Report Share Posted October 9, 2009 Hannah wasn't sure how long she'd been in her cell since the procedure, but it felt like at least a day or so. She assumed it was so her body had some time to heal up. They had fed her, of course. The food left something to be desired. It was a flavorless paste of sorts, it had the texture of slime, and it smelled like wet dog. The first time Hannah had tried it, she had gagged on the stuff. But hunger overran appetite, and Hannah had grown a little used to eating the meal. However, she noticed that her body seemed to be growing weaker. Every time she got up, her bones felt like jelly. Hannah chalked this up to whatever they put in her. Finally, her two orderlies came back. This time they had a wheelchair with them. Gently, they hoisted Hannah from her bed, and put her in the chair. They began the journey down the distinguishable hallways back to the room Hannah had been brought to on her last visit. The machine was still there, and Hannah shuddered. The orderlies carefully lifted her back into the "porcupine" machine and strapped her in. Fear began to build in Hannah, but she remembered her promises and struggled to stay calm. Again, the doctors entered the room, neatly dressed with carefree attitudes; as if they were performing a routine check-up and not a procedure on a human that was highly illegal and pain inducing. Hannah felt a wave of revulsion come over her. Is this how they treated all their victims? Did they treat this procedure as another boring day at work as they put their victims through hell? Did they even feel remorse? Hannah wasn't sure, but she was fairly certain one's morals would have to skewed to work here with no objections. What was their motivation anyway? Money? Power? Did they do it because they believed it was for the greater good? Because they thought it advanced the boundaries of science and medicine? Because they were sadistic and enjoyed others pain? None of the answers to these questions comforted Hannah. But her thoughts were jarred when the head doctor walked over to face her again. "Good day!" He exclaimed jovially. "I see your body is responding well to the solution. Now for phase one. We'll be injecting the formula into your foot, leg, and pelvis bones. Phases two and three will move upwards to encompass your chest, arms, and head. We start with the lower body because if anything goes wrong, the worst that will happen is that you'll be crippled from the waist down. Also, if we augmented all your bones, your immune system would be shut-down, as the white blood cell factories in your bone marrow would be out of commission." He stated pleasantly. Before Hannah could ask him anything else, he was already motioning for his assistants to activate the machine. Hannah closed her eyes and steeled herself for the pain. She grimaced as the needles engulfed her legs and hips, and managed to keep herself from screaming when they broke through her bones once again. The burning agony returned, only this time it also felt like someone had mixed shards of glass into the process. The pain was truly unique. Never had she felt this sort of agony before. She didn't even think it was possible for this level of pain to exist. It was worse then the last time, far worse. Hannah screamed. It was so powerful that it carried outside the room and down the hall. The torment seemed to last forever. Hannah's screams eventually died into choked sobs, and even that degraded into ragged breath as her mind finally shut down to protect itself from the bombardment of signals it was receiving. Hannah didn't know it, but while the last procedure had lasted ten minutes, this one had stretched out to thirty, as the doctors had to make sure her bones had been completely saturated. Finally, when the procedure was finished, the doctors left, and the orderlies came in to carry Hannah to her room. --- Hannah awoke to the feeling of pain in her lower body. It bounced around from sharp and stabbing, to dull and throbbing. She groaned and sat up. She felt a tugging on her arm, and saw someone had hooked an I.V. up to her. Several, actually. All the bags fed into one tube which, in turn fed into Hannah's arm. Hannah looked around blearily, and was suddenly shocked to discover one of the orderlies sitting on a stool opposite her, still wearing that eerie grin. He looked at her, cocked his head, and reached behind his back and pulled out something. Hannah flinched and closed her eyes. When she felt no pain, she opened her eyes and saw what the man was holding. It was a book, and on it was a note. She gingerly took the objects from the orderly's hand, who let go of them and went back to staring at a wall. Curious, she pulled the note off the book and read it. Dear Ms Asgeirsson,I must say, I've been hearing good things about you! The doctors said you took your first augmentation like a champ. Your one of a few who've managed to stay conscious for the Pre-op. Believe me, that's a very good sign. I estimate a 16% higher survival and adjustment rate for you over most normal cases. Anyway, I bet you've noticed the other person in the room. He'll be assisting you when you undergo procedures like these ones. He'll help you eat, drink, and relieve yourself. I'm afraid he doesn't make a good conversationalist, but he listens very well. I should also point out I think your orderlies have taken a shine to you (even though they won't show it.) You're probably the first person they've attended who hasn't resisted or harmed them in any way. I'm sure they'll take good care of you. Now, on to the book you should've received. It's actually a journal. There's a pen inside, and if it runs dry, just let one of the orderlies know. They'll get another one. Oh, by the way, I was informed that while they were sorting your personal belongings, they found a locket amidst them. Since most lockets have personal value attached to them, I figure the same goes for you. You'll find it on the first page when you open the book. That's about it for now. I'll probably visit you next time, -Emperor Kintober. In one frantic motion, Hannah grabbed the cover and threw the book open. There it was: Her silver locket. It looked like someone had polished it up too. Tears welled in Hannah's eyes as she grasped the piece of silver and held it close. Things might just be looking up after all. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 9, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 9, 2009 (edited) November 16th, 20XX Dear Diary, I guess I'm not sure how I'm supposed to write a journal like this. Back in Brisbane and in Helsinki, I remember I used to keep a diary, but I eventually grew out of writing all my feelings on paper. It takes a horrible thing to bring this back to the surface, but I guess what's happening to me would be classified to most as a horrible thing. As is my first entry in this journal, I would like to introduce myself, my name is Hannah Asgeirsson, I was born twenty-eight years ago on September 25th, which was only a few months ago then I left Brisbane. However, I am tired of explaining that story of how I came to come to the Eggman Empire, just know it was one of extreme grief and sadness. I was born in Helsinki, Finland and when I was twenty years old, graduated out of the military academy to serve in the Hanseatic military. I am ever faithful to that state and everything that it represents, therefore I wear the title of First Knight of the Commonwealth with pride. But I think besides a lame introduction as the one I just wrote, I should explain what I'm feeling right now, because that's what this book is for, is it not? So that my screams, so that my pains aren't the only way for me to escape the world that I currently find myself in. When I came to the Eggman Empire, I came with a black heart, my homeland burning behind me, I want only to save it and restore my country to the glory it once had. As such, the Emperor of the Eggman Empire offered me a choice, a proverbial sword in the stone, the chance to become stronger, faster, smarter, to have the abilities to save the Hansa. But now, I don't know if I made the right choice or not. I ache horribly right now, my bones feel like jelly and my skin is stitched together with thread. To be utterly truthful with you, I look like a monster that crawled out of one of those horror movies they show for Halloween. Though I don't consider myself a monster and the scars from the stitches are beginning to heal already, I wish I could say the same about my bones. In the past few days, I have been taken to this room somewhere beneath the Earth, where I am hooked up to a table, and machines that resemble porcupines stab long needles into my body, into my bones in the process of augmentation. I am guessing eventually my bones will be unable to be broken? Or that they will increase to a size where my strength and speed will be increased? I have no idea at the moment, no one tells me anything around here, I am more or less a lab rat for their newest procedure HS-51. I would assume that it is their most powerful so I should be thankful, but I think I'll be thankful once the procedure is over and my, we will call it, my transformation is complete. Until then, I find it best not to get my hopes up. At the moment, I am bed-ridden, to weak to even move and my lower body is in such pain that I can barely write. It is a miracle that I have written as much as I have, but the joy of being able to communicate again is like nothing I've ever felt before and for the first time since the procedure began, I really have cracked a true smile. There is a man with me as well, one of the orderlies who has been commanded to stay with me. At first I was bothered by the grin on his face, but over time, I've grown to get used to everything here, accept probably the pain, but maybe even one day I'll get used to that. Maybe that's when the procedures will be done, when the pain goes away. In addition, the Emperor has returned to me my locket that Lady Tintagyl gave to me when she knighted me before the Hansa fell. If there is anything to build my hopes up at this point, it is that locket and I hope that if any one ever has a chance to read this that they will know, I sacrificed my well being, my body, and my soul to my country and to My Lady. -Hannah --- Hannah closed the book and looked up at the orderly who still looked firmly at the wall. "I know you're not going to respond to me. But." She lifted a weak hand up to his face and held it in her hand for a moment. The General's soft hand and fingers running down. "Thank you, anyone around me makes me feel that I will make it through this okay. You think I'll be okay?" She looked at him, but then not bothering to wait for a response dropped her hands and folded them across her chest. She closed her eyes as the orderly took the book off of her chest and placed it lightly on the floor underneath the bed. Then with the most gentle of movements, he took the locket from her hands and slowly wrapped it around her neck, hooking it around, before pulling the covers of the bed up to her shoulders and lightly tucking her in. The girl was asleep with in minutes as the orderly slowly moved his head back up to facing the wall, as if Hannah had been tucked in by a golem which had suddenly come alive and then went back to standing guard over her body. And as Hannah drifted off to sleep, she thought she could almost hear the sounds of Mozart's Lullaby being softly played, but perhaps it was only a dream and the first time in a long time, where even with half of her body in pain, she had found true peace. Though even in her serene state, she knew all too well that it was only temporary and the pain would come again, sharper, more horrendous and perhaps her rest was not as restful as she would have liked, knowing soon it would be her chest, arms, and head. 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Eggman Empire Posted October 9, 2009 Report Share Posted October 9, 2009 (edited) It had been nearly a week since Hannah's last procedure. She knew this because when she woke up one morning and found a small digital timepiece on her book. The piece said the time and the date, which comforted Hannah a little. Attempts to get her orderly to verbally respond proved futile. In fact, the only time he ever moved, was when he needed to feed Hannah, or when she needed to relieve herself. Hannah also found herself visited by a nurse who would check her vitals, change out the IV bags, and use a needle gun to painfully extract bone tissue samples from Hannah's lower body. Hannah was beginning to grow used to the pain. However, breaks have to end, and soon, Hannah found herself being carried back to the surgery room. The orderlies went through the tasks of strapping her in, and soon she saw the familiar faces of the trio of doctors. Her stomach churned. Not at the prospect of her injections, but at the sight of them. She felt nothing but disgust for them. Hannah knew she was here voluntarily, but from her past experiences in this place, she knew many others must be here against their will. The fact that these doctors had no qualms about performing experiments on kidnapped humans sickened her. When the head doctor came up, she glared at him. He merely chuckled. "Ah, Ms Asgeirsson, I see you've reached the psychological point of hating your supposed captors. Trust me when I say it doesn't faze me. I've had men and women from every race and creed promise to kill me, yet here I am. And do you know why I do this?" He asked, speaking nonchalantly. "It's because I believe that in order to survive in this world, mankind must be upgraded. Man 2.0, if you will. See, right now, Man has made a gun in the form of nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons and put it to his head. The work I'm performing here will help man survive the mess he's going to make for himself." He said it like he was giving a lecture, but there was a glint in his eye that made Hannah suspect he was doing this more for then just the betterment of mankind. He then flashed Hannah a grin, and went back to the console. With a whir and a hum, the machines went to work. Hannah tried to brace herself for the pain, but it did little good. Again, the pain returned, but this time it was worse. Not were her arms were being worked on, but her chest as well. So in addition to the the fire-and-glass sensation she felt in her bones, her heart felt like someone was squeezing it and her lungs felt like they were imploding. Her scream turned into a horse gasping session, as she found herself struggling to breath. A horrible realization came over her as she found her world growing dimmer. 'I'm going to die' She thought. Memories and past regrets rushed through her mind, and soon she was enveloped by darkness. --- Hannah was quite surprised when she woke up again. She honestly thought she was going to die. She tried to sit up, but her chest and arms refused with a barrage of pain. She groaned. She slowly turned her head and saw the orderly sitting on his stool as usual, staring at the wall, grinning. She tried to cough, but her lungs locked up, and she spent the next few minutes gasping and wheezing for breath. With great effort, she called the orderly over to her. "Can you write?" She whispered the question. The orderly stared at the wall for a few seconds, and Hannah felt her hopes fall. Then he gave a single nod. Hannah managed a weak grin of her own. "Perfect." She muttered, before falling back into a restless slumber. OOC:I'm going to have strait duty from 8:30am saturday to 8:30am sunday. No internet connection, sorry. Btw, I'm on Korea time, just so you don't forget. Hannah's going to be couped up for a while, so feel free to do whatever, just keep it in her cell. Edited October 9, 2009 by DrKintobor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 9, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 9, 2009 "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The piercing scream filled the room and the hallways beyond as it always had when the experiments began, but soon even that powerful scream was given into nothing more than hoarse wheezing and crying as Hannah struggled to stay awake, to stay alive, as what seemed like gallons of molten lava and pieces of glass were being pumped into her chest, her arms, her veins. "Please." Said said, her voice barely audible. "Please stop, please stop." She couldn't breath and she could feel her heart beating out of her chest, the world turned red and then it turned black as her head began to slump down, the pain out of mind. --- "Why don't you just give up?" Said the Major as the steel hilt of the sword came crashing down over her head. "The military is no place for a woman, its bad enough that these kinds of reforms were ever implemented. But for someone as weak as you, you have no place here. War and politics, two places where those of the weaker sex do not belong." Hannah looked up, bleeding from her head at the bald Colonel looking down at her with hate in his eyes. Around them formed a circle of the young officers to watch the only girl in the platoon get the smack down that she deserved. "The Council should have stayed in power, this Tintagyl is going to lead the state to ruin." Sword practice was a mainstay of the Hanseatic Republic's military, it inspired an aura of class and culture to the small nation on the shores of the Baltic. But it was never something Hannah excelled at. She reached out and with her hand tightly on the hilt of the blade, used it as a tool to stand her body up. The Colonel laughed. "Oh look, the girl wants to put up a fight. You should know when you're beaten Captain Asgeirsson." He stepped forward closing in on the girl's head. Hannah rose her own sword and parried the attack, barely, and with a few more strikes the sword was broken from her hands as the Colonel with another hit from the hilt to her face, sent the twenty-year old back to the ground. She groaned in pain as she put her hands out in front of her to try and lift herself up. "Why are you still trying Asgeirsson? You're not going to make it anywhere, why don't you just give up." "I...I...I don't quit....sir." With his boot, the Colonel placed it square against her head as the drove her head down into the dirt. "You have a long journey Hannah. A long journey." Thunder sounded in the distance as a heavy summer rain began to fall on the parade ground of the barracks where they were dueling, the rain instantly turning the dirt to mud that mixed with the girl's blood. Hannah watched the rain drops fall in what seemed to be like slow motion. She closed her eyes as darkness came over her. "Damn." --- Hannah awoke with a horrible stinging pain in her chest and her arms, she couldn't move, she couldn't breath, she was only able to sit still on the bed wheezing in pain hoping for the feeling to subside. But the fact that she had woken up to begin with was enough for her, The General had almost been sure that had passed on with the pain of the last augmentation and for a process that was supposed to build her strength, she didn't feel any stronger or more energetic, she only felt that death would be much easier than going through this kind of pain over and over again. With her arms and her chest in such a bad shape, writing would be all but impossible and that alone dampened her spirits to a horrible level. Turning her head she looked over at the orderly staring at the wall above her. "Can you write?" The golem didn't move and a wave of despair gripped the young girl for a moment before the man nodded and a smile crept over her face. "Perfect." She said before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. --- November 23rd, 20XX Dear Diary, The pain is so great at the moment, I can barely move, in fact I am not even the person writing this entry as you will no doubt notice from the difference in handwriting, one of the orderlies is transposing my words. At the moment even my words are weak and these two sentences alone have weighed heavy on my lungs. I believe it was two days ago, though I could be wrong, the augmentation process began on my chest, arms, and my sides, this past experiment has pushed me to the point of death and perhaps even beyond it as I had assumed I had died when I blacked out. The doctors seem happy when they put me through this kind of torture and I wonder what sick mind they have succumbed to to be able to smile when someone is going through such pain. These 'doctors' if you can even call them such do this torture to me, just as would they do it to men and women that they kidnap off the streets and turn them into the demons here. The mere fact sends shivers down my now destroyed spinal chord, but as always I try and hope for the best. The Emperor continues to send letters to me as well and I look forward when I arrive back in the cell and can peel off the notes from the walls or have one of the orderlies hand them to me. I must be his pet project, the shinning example of what human prowess can lead to, if perchance I make it out of this hellhole alive. The doctors have used the term, Man 2.0, advanced in every way and able to withstand human destructiveness in the forms of nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons, the same weapons that inevitably destroyed the Hansa. However, what makes me smile more than anything is the sheer fact that the greatest of human trials, a near Herculean ordeal is being done by a woman. I have always fought through sadness and pain, my childhood, Helsinki, the Exodus, and so on, and I have always learned and grown from these experiences. There is no doubt in my mind here that I will grow and evolve from the pain I am being put through. As all journeys, especially those that lead to the underworld we change in various ways. A week or so ago I journeyed into Hell and I will fight these demons in my head, when I made it back to the surface as the Emperor promised, I will not be stopped on my mission. I will not fail. -Hannah And in an effort almost as defying as her emotions themselves, her hand formed into a strong fist with all her might, before falling back to sleep as the orderly placed the journal back down under the bed and returned to staring at the wall. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted October 11, 2009 Report Share Posted October 11, 2009 It had been weeks now, and Hannah finally found herself being brought to the room again. She'd past the time by talking to the orderly (who she was considering giving a name to) and having him write her dairy for her. Emperor Kintober seemed to be preoccupied with something else, as he was just sending her little newspaper clips related to her country and Sarah. The clippings continually strengthened her resolve. Then, just a two days ago, she'd finally been able to move her arms without unbelievable pain shooting from them. And yesterday she'd been able to get up and feed herself without the orderly's help. The powers that be decided this was a green light to move to the next step, and here she was, on her way to the cell. Then something struck Hannah as odd. It seemed like it was taking a bit longer for the orderlies to get her to the room. Maybe they were walking slowly, but Hannah suspected they might have past it. And low and behold, they brought her to another room. This one held a surgical table with cage of some type on one end that looked like it was where one's head was placed. The orderlies put her on the bed chest down, and strapped her head into the holder. As soon as they left, the doctors arrived. There were a lot more this time, perhaps over a dozen. And they had a lot of surgical equipment. The head doctor walked over to Hannah so he could do a face-to-face. "Well, I'll bet your excited. Last bone procedure. It shouldn't be too bad. And guess what? You get to be knocked out, isn't that grand?" He asked, rather happily. Hannah saw strapped in so tight that she couldn't talk. All she could do was make weird grunts and moans. The doctor continued "Anyway, you're probably wondering why your in this room rather then the other. See, the thing is, during and after the procedure, the bones tend to swell a bit. This is all well and good for the rest of your skeletal system, your skull is another deal. What we're going to do is cut the top and back of your skull into pieces, individually inject then, and then get the swelling down before we put them back. The whole process takes nearly 36 hours, so I hope you don't mind lying down. Also, I should mention that you'll wake up during the procedure every once and a while. Don't let the sensation panic you, okay? He said. Hannah stared at him in disbelief. He merely grinned back at her. He then got up and moved out of her visual range. She did her him say "apply the gas" and a breather was placed over her face and she drifted off to sleep. When she finally passed out, another figure entered the room wearing doctor's scrubs. The rest of the medical staff turned to him and gave a small bow. Kintober grinned. "Alright, time to do some cutting!" He said, picking up a scalpel. ----- Hannah woke up some time later and felt the strangest sensation on the back of her head. If felt like someone was tickling her brain. She couldn't see straight, but she suddenly felt a jolt of pain and heard a cracking noise. She saw an assistant walk past holding something that was red and white. Before the full horror could overtake her, she felt the mask put back over her face and the world faded into darkness again. ----- Hannah woke up again, this time with a killer migraine. Her skull felt like someone was smashing it with a sledgehammer. Her vision also refused to focus and the world seemed like it was on a carousel. She groaned and then winced as the noise she made assaulted her sensitive ears. It was like the hangover from hell. She slowly tilted her head to the wall, and noticed another note. She reached for it, and nearly threw up as the room started spinning. Finally, she grabbed the note, and tried to read it. Unfortunately, her vision kept blurring so she couldn't focus. She decided to sleep now and read the rest later. *What's on the note:* Well Ms Asgeirsson, let me be the first to congratulate you on finishing your first step in this difficult journey. After your bones fully heal, we'll begin on the next phase, muscle enhancement. Oh, I must say your brain is in excellent condition.Top notch. It made it an honer to lead the operation. Speaking of which, that was actually how it was originally done. Cut open the person, pull out whatever bone, juice it, and put it back. Thankfully I developed a more efficient method. And btw, we also injected some serums and such into various parts of your brain. They serve a multitude of purposes...once they kick in, anyway. So if you something akin to a hangover right now, consider yourself lucky. It means your brain didn't get damaged. Anyway, I'm sorry we couldn't have talked but I'm on a tight schedule, and I barely made the full operation. Some other time I suppose.Thats all for now, -Emperor Kintober Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted October 11, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 11, 2009 Her eyes fluttered and a sensation that she hadn't felt since sometime in high school or maybe one of those wild nights in the military academy came over her. There was no time to reach the toilet on the far side of the room as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a long stream of pink fluid stormed out of her mouth, in all of Hannah's years she had never thrown up quite like this. It felt like her entire body had become a burning geyser and her head was the epicenter of this metamorphosis. The throw up rained down on the stone floor and the smell was equally unbearable, but the orderlies would be around eventually to clean it up as she moved from the bed over to the sink. "Oh God." She wheezed. "The Hell, MY HEAD! IT HURTS SO BAD!" She reached her hands behind her as she touched her hair, but as she moved her fingers down the pale strains of hair, her index finger stopped for a moment, there was a stitching. "Oh...no..." Hannah ran her finger across the stitching as it made nearly a perfect circle around her skull. "Oh...no...no...no..." Hannah, the entire time she had been captured was thankful that there were no mirrors in her cell, as it would have driven her to a horror unknowable to humanity. Throughout her time in the cell, she had been transformed into a patchwork of strange chemicals and fluids, held together by a doctors lace. They had of course taken out the stitches after the second week of procedures, those inhuman bumps that ran up and down her body had since been replaced with thin white scars, just slightly more pale than her already snow white skin. The girl sunk down to her knees and held her head tightly in her hands as she continued running over the bumps. After the anxiety faded away, she finally moved back over to her bed, careful to avoid the puddle of vomit near the iron bed frame. On the sheets was a piece of crinkled white paper, the Emperor's note that she had tried to read from before. Picking it up she scanned her eyes over the writing before tossing it back down to the sheets and crossing her arms. "So." She said a slight smile breaking over her face. "I survived the first rung of Hell." Hannah turned her head towards the glass door of the cell. "Did you hear that? I survived the first rung. I SURVIVED!" But soon after her triumph, the feeling of tears and pain crept back into her head and she felt her body sink back to the ground. "So much pain. So much pain." --- December 7th, 20XX Dear Diary, My strength has returned to my lower and upper body, however the pain in my head is another story entirely. The final process of skeletal augmentation deals specifically with the enhancement of the skull and stimulation of the brain, which mine at the moment now has a wide range of various serums injected into it that I assume will have nothing but positive effects on my mind and body. I trust that in a few more days, a week at most, the next process will begin, muscle enhancement. As to this I am quite curious, whether it will be extremely painful or not, as to bone augmentation which required the needle to penetrate bone and leaving the body at the point of decay for several weeks. The enhancement of muscle I hope will not nearly be as bad. I have always been in top physical condition therefore, I hope that my muscular structure is able to deal with the injections much better than my bones did. Loew, the orderly, who I named after the creator of the Golem in Jewish mythology, has been my only true feeling of community while in this madhouse. He feeds me when I am weak, picks my body up tenderly when I need to relieve myself, stands guard over my person until I fall asleep at night and is my sole protector in this Hell. I believe that upon my leave from this place, I will ask His Majesty if Loew will be able to journey along with me to Australia where I will make good my promise to Lady Sarah, which according to the news, is doing quite well. I wish I could say the same for the Hansa, it would appear that Angela Spencer has solidified her control over Brisbane fully and that the world is doing nothing about it. I can say this, she has one warning to leave Australia and Queensland has one warning to repent for their sins before I personally rain hell down on them, just as hell was rained down on me here. I realize, this prison is as important to the transformation of my body as are the injections, for this changes and strengthens my mind and my spirit, the realization that no one is truly there. Only...those that serve you faithfully without ever saying a word. I think that is how the world should be. Silent, uniformed, ordered, perhaps even opinionless. I have watched the world decay for too long, if I can stop it, I will not let it decay on itself again. -Hannah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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