<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">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/><div style="text-align: justify;">Freya was doing her best from giving into the pain, but it was beginning to be unbearable for her. She hadn't even noticed the Professor storm out, but she could still hear the deep baritone of the Major, <span style="color: #FF8000">"...It is a pity Freya. You are such a good looking girl. Well, maybe they will make you a sex slave for the troops. Would be a pity to waste such fine reproduction material. Don't you think, Fisher? She could bear some dozen soldiers for our troops..."</span> at that, she spit at his feet. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Go fuck yourself,"</span> she snarled out. <br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Put her asleep, Fisher. And patch her up. There's a mobile x-ray in the passenger area. I want you and Geek looking for that transmitter,"</span> the Major commanded the female, and Freya sprung to life. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Leave me the hell alone! I promise you that all of you will regret this--every single one of you will suffer in one way or another. There won't be a single day that goes by that you won't see my face in your dreams. I will destroy you,"</span> Freya promised, her sweet voice was gone and replaced with the stern tone of a lioness. Freya truly believed that she would exact her revenge, and she would start with destroying the Major.</div>