Well here is it for those of you that have been asking.
I'm thinking I could do a better job and may come back and edit it. But for now I fling upon you the beginning of the story of Fortunata Vajda.
About three years ago:
Sonya woke up early. One glance at the clock told her there were about three hours to her ten oclock meeting with her new supervisor.
No more enhancements! No more classes! No more training till she almost died! (Those medical teleporters are soo nice to have.) Today was her first day as a real Fortunata and she was excited! No more hard training! She got an office job!Yay!
Sonya finally finished waking up and stumbled out of bed onto the floor. Oh right, the foot enhancements. She still wasnt used to them. Sure they let her wear high heels all day with no problem and she could jump like never before, but in the morning she sometimes forgot how to walk.
After a quick wake up shower, Sonya put on her suit. She just had it tailored yesterday. She enjoyed the snug, smooth fit and admired herself, yet again, in the mirror. Oh yeah the suit was totally hot. She was still geeking out over it. It had the shoes built with in. It kept her cool, or warm. It felt great. And the knees didnt go baggy no matter how long she wore it.
Thinking of a scene from a pulp romance novel starting Manticore, Sonya stood in front of the full length mirror, feet apart, shoulders back, head held high and she imagined Manticore holding her from behind, pressed up close. Sonya, he breathed her name in her ear.
"Oh Manti!"
Sister Psyche came rushing in, Whats this!?
Your too late now Sister Psyche! Manti is all mine now! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Sonya broke out of her daydream and moved over to the kitchen.
Glancing out the second story window she saw three goldbrickers fly by like birds.
Over a tube of bacon, egg, and cheese flavored nutripaste Sonya reflected on the past.
At some point her grandfather decided that a beautiful female ruler would hold the world better then a he would. Sonya would be a puppet controlled by her grandfather. Her dad and granddad tinkered with her DNA to make her into a stunningly beautiful and controllable minion of a daughter. Their success backfired when at 15 an incredibly unmotivated Sonya got into a one sided argument over her failing grades with her father. In the end he declared she was going to get good grades so she could rule the world and she will like it or else. She shrugged and said whatever.
That was her entire teenage rebellion.
One year later a Widow Recruiter showed up at her birthday party and took her away.
All part of the plan. Bleh.
She tossed the used nurtipaste tube in the trash and turned on the TV for the weather report. The Deathsurge warning level was low. More strikes in Sharkhead. It was supposed to be in the 50s and party sunny. Lord Recluse was going to defeat Statesman Soon. She turned it off in the middle of a report about something called Operation Destiny.
Time to go. Sonya fitted on the breastplate and shoulder pads. Attached the butt cape and put on her helmet and headed out into the world.
It took her about 20 mins to walk to Aeon square. She grinned all the way in her helmet; secretly enjoying turning guys heads, and the guarded looks of envy from the women.
"I look cooler than youUUuu!", she jokingly thought.
Oh yah life was great!
Somebody shoved her from behind. She was going to turn around but the sword sticking out of her chest distracted her. Oh no! Her uniform was ruined! As she stupidly gazed at the sword in her chest it yanked back out though her back. She stumbled back a step. Turned, slightly and collapsed onto her side.
Sprawled on the ground she could see her killer; a teenager dressed in black with horns sticking out everywhere. The HUD in the helmet put up a name, Dark Deadly NinjaDemon.
One of the horns fell off.
Oh great Ive been killed by an idiot, Sonya thought.
The world faded out.
Well here is it for those of you that have been asking.
I'm thinking I could do a better job and may come back and edit it. But for now I fling upon you the beginning of the story of Fortunata Vajda.
About three years ago:
Sonya woke up early. One glance at the clock told her there were about three hours to her ten oclock meeting with her new supervisor.
No more enhancements! No more classes! No more training till she almost died! (Those medical teleporters are soo nice to have.) Today was her first day as a real Fortunata and she was excited! No more hard training! She got an office job!Yay!
Sonya finally finished waking up and stumbled out of bed onto the floor. Oh right, the foot enhancements. She still wasnt used to them. Sure they let her wear high heels all day with no problem and she could jump like never before, but in the morning she sometimes forgot how to walk.
After a quick wake up shower, Sonya put on her suit. She just had it tailored yesterday. She enjoyed the snug, smooth fit and admired herself, yet again, in the mirror. Oh yeah the suit was totally hot. She was still geeking out over it. It had the shoes built with in. It kept her cool, or warm. It felt great. And the knees didnt go baggy no matter how long she wore it.
Thinking of a scene from a pulp romance novel starting Manticore, Sonya stood in front of the full length mirror, feet apart, shoulders back, head held high and she imagined Manticore holding her from behind, pressed up close. Sonya, he breathed her name in her ear.
"Oh Manti!"
Sister Psyche came rushing in, Whats this!?
Your too late now Sister Psyche! Manti is all mine now! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Sonya broke out of her daydream and moved over to the kitchen.
Glancing out the second story window she saw three goldbrickers fly by like birds.
Over a tube of bacon, egg, and cheese flavored nutripaste Sonya reflected on the past.
At some point her grandfather decided that a beautiful female ruler would hold the world better then a he would. Sonya would be a puppet controlled by her grandfather. Her dad and granddad tinkered with her DNA to make her into a stunningly beautiful and controllable minion of a daughter. Their success backfired when at 15 an incredibly unmotivated Sonya got into a one sided argument over her failing grades with her father. In the end he declared she was going to get good grades so she could rule the world and she will like it or else. She shrugged and said whatever.
That was her entire teenage rebellion.
One year later a Widow Recruiter showed up at her birthday party and took her away.
All part of the plan. Bleh.
She tossed the used nurtipaste tube in the trash and turned on the TV for the weather report. The Deathsurge warning level was low. More strikes in Sharkhead. It was supposed to be in the 50s and party sunny. Lord Recluse was going to defeat Statesman Soon. She turned it off in the middle of a report about something called Operation Destiny.
Time to go. Sonya fitted on the breastplate and shoulder pads. Attached the butt cape and put on her helmet and headed out into the world.
It took her about 20 mins to walk to Aeon square. She grinned all the way in her helmet; secretly enjoying turning guys heads, and the guarded looks of envy from the women.
"I look cooler than youUUuu!", she jokingly thought.
Oh yah life was great!
Somebody shoved her from behind. She was going to turn around but the sword sticking out of her chest distracted her. Oh no! Her uniform was ruined! As she stupidly gazed at the sword in her chest it yanked back out though her back. She stumbled back a step. Turned, slightly and collapsed onto her side.
Sprawled on the ground she could see her killer; a teenager dressed in black with horns sticking out everywhere. The HUD in the helmet put up a name, Dark Deadly NinjaDemon.
One of the horns fell off.
Oh great Ive been killed by an idiot, Sonya thought.
The world faded out.