You remember dying. You don't particularly remember the details, but you remember. The pain, the sheer despair you felt when your young life was cut short could never be surpassed. Or, so you had thought. Now you were stuck in this hell, being tortured to serve the bastard that had put you in this prison. Thankfully, you hated the guy enough to not give in.
"WHY WILL YOU NOT BREAK, DAMN YOU!" Your tormentor screams, jamming the cattle prod she was holding into your side. You scream, the pain still fresh even after going through this more times than you care to count. Tears pour forth from your eyes, and you idly ponder when the last time you had an actual glass of water was. Too long, now that you consider it. The cattle prod strikes again, turning your thoughts back to the torment you're going through, even as you consider the fact they have yet to sexually torture or assault you yet, though you're sure they'll move to that when physical and physiological torture fail to break you. You've been having nightmares about it, to be perfectly honest.
The screams of your fellow inmate pull you from your thoughts. Huh. You had thought she'd broken. Guess you weren't the only one left after all. Lillie, you think she was called. It was a nice name, though you can't exactly recall why you know her name. The idle thoughts your mind is jumping to and from dampens the pain a bit. The strange woman stops her torment moments later when she notices you aren't reacting as much as she thinks you should. Thank god. She'll probably leave now.
"Fine. I'll deal with you tomorrow. You're no longer fun."
With that, your tormentor leaves, just as you predicted, stomping out in disgust. You sag in relief, tears streaking down your cheeks as you assess the damage done by that crazy bitch. Too much. It'll take your crew a while to patch up that area.
Heh, even after a solid month of this, you're still not used to being a ship. Though each and every time your crew patches you up, you feel more and more comfortable with your new status, though you still despise your captivity. The fact that you were a Regina Marina ship was slightly odd, considering that while your family was Italian, you had been serving in the USN when you died.
A dull thud and the cessation of your fellow captive's screams draws your attention away from your internal musings, as does the other tormentor's grumbling.
"Damn. She's unconscious. Wimp, can't even take minor electrocution. Waste of time." Her tormentor says, spitting out the words. Likely spitting on your fellow captive as well. You watch as she leaves the cell, disappearing from view shortly thereafter.
"And you can't even tell when I'm faking it, bitch" Your fellow inmate spits, her voice weak. You blink in surprise. To ignore the pain she was probably going through, that must have taken some incredible mental fortitude. Or practice. You honestly can't tell which it is, so you don't bother musing on it too much.
The sound of her cell opening startles you out of your introspection again, and your head whips around to your cell door, where the grimly smiling form of your fellow inmate stares at you, her face screwed into a mien of concentration as she attempts to pick the lock on your cell with… a lockpick.
"Hold on a moment. I'm getting you out of here. Then we're going to blow this popsicle stand. I've seen some others escaping from here, and I'm pretty sure I figured out exactly how to get out of here." The other girl states, sending a brief smile your way.
You nod eagerly. To get out of this situation would be glorious. You wait impatiently, carefully keeping watch as she struggles with the lock, finally getting the click that she had been searching for. Your cell door swings open, and you step outside of your cell for the first time in months.
"Okay, gimme a second. We're not going out of here the traditional way. I'm gonna-"
"What are the prisoners doing out of their cells?!" A voice shouts, "Get back in your cages before I get angry!"
"Shit shit shit!" No time to search for an active summoning! Gotta… THERE!" Your fellow inmate snarls, making a twisting gesture with her left arm. You didn't really expect anything to happen, and when a swirling portal opens up in front of you, you're absolutely astonished, though you rally quickly. "GO!" Your fellow inmate yells, "Self Summoning is gonna suck, especially since we're going to be latching onto to another one, but thems the breaks!"
You both jump into the portal, the screams of rage coming from behind you music to your ears.
This is where the fun begins! While the Quest Characters won't be aware of this, you now get to choose where we begin!
[] Battle of Okinawa: Easy. Self summons directly into a major conflict between the Humans, Shipgirls, and Abyssals. Also the most work for me, so if this gets chosen, expect the update to take some time.
[] Aleutian Islands: Moderate. While this is a major abyssal stronghold, it's one that's suffering attacks from shipgirls constantly.
[]Bikini Atoll: Hard. This is a major Abyssal Stronghold, and escaping isn't going to be easy. You also don't really have much support
[]Truk Lagoon: Insanity. This is one of the most fortified Abyssal Strongholds. Escaping these waters will require just as much luck as skill. Support? What support?
