<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Freya listened to Tom's words and was surprised by how similar her world and the aliens' world were. Her people never had treated soldiers any better than scum, often killing them when they did not perform the task at hand. It made for the strongest of soldiers, but it was cruel and cold, even Freya understood that. However, she was hesitant to bring it up to the aliens in front of her.<br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>"I want to ---"</span></span>Freya suddenly stopped speaking, her MRE falling from her hands as they came up to clutch her head. Her knees buckled from under her and her wide eyes snapped shut as she leaned over on the ground. A sharp pain was invading her mind with a constant rhythm. She couldn't seem to catch her breath and her heart felt as if it would explode in her chest. Tears began to stream down her face and all of her thoughts vanished in the endless pain.<br/><br/>Footsteps seemed to rush towards her, someone putting their hand on her back,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF4000">"Freya? Freya, what's wrong?"</span></span></span>She couldn't make out the voice, couldn't understand it. When she finally managed to catch a single breath, she let out a loud wail of pain, begging for any to make it stop.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Where's the stuff Tammy gave her---"</span></span></span><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Last I sa---"</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"What do you mean--"</span></span><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Gone? We're out?!"</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF00">"No, I jus--" </span></span></span><span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"The frequency---"</span></span></span><br/><br/>People were talking in a rush, but she could hardly understand the conversation, the pain only increasing with her sobs.