Mistress vanessa

Growing up in what could only be described as the wrong side of the tracks in New Cairo in the East African Economic Zone, Vanessa is the product of environment and chance. Possessing a high IQ over 170, she was overlooked attending the International Credit Fund development school which began to fall into disarray, leaving much of her fellow 40,000 students with little to no options. A woman in the adjacent building who was about 7 years older than her had returned from a trip away to collect belongings. Dressed in stylish clothes and looking extremely fit, Vanessa approached her to ask where she had been? How did she afford all of this stuff? The woman barked at her that she will not tell her and don’t ask her again. Vanessa was not taking no for an answer. She followed her into the elevator where she caught a glimpse of a letter head reading “Black Faction Corps” Vanessa hit the next closest floor snatched the paper and ran down the corridor. The woman proceeded after her begging her to give her the paper back and not to read it. It was too late Vanessa had seen the amount of credits she was paid. The woman told her everything, the discipline, the combat, shootouts, people being killed, eaten alive, how the company does not care if you live or die. The woman expressed how she wished she never went and that she will never go back to Mallera-9. Vanessa gave her back the paper, walked into her apartment and entered “how do you join Black Faction Corps” into a search engine.

During her basic training the Zuvic incursion occurred. Her training was unremarkable other than a larger than normal intake of recruits. She was deployed to HQ 4 where for 1 full month, nothing happened. She participated in Static Patrols and standby duties. Considering the Apex wars were raging throughout Mallera-9 this was strange. However her sector was being reserved for the Mistress’s big move.

Sector HQ 4 was deployed to Mallera-Deep to attempt to remove combat units from the Azologoth Storage Sacs. After a month of doing nothing Vanessa was yearning to fight. About one third of the sector was consumed by the environment on the way down to the very bottom where the bulk of the sacs were. Walls, ground and ceiling were infested with Azologoth entrances, pulling combat units in to disappear into the abyss. 600 made it through the Vore gauntlet where they encountered a force of CPD units roughly the same size, where at that point one of the largest single skirms broke out. Vanessa found herself in an unimaginable slaughter. Firing into a crowd and a crowd firing back. Within minutes both sides were cut by half, the bodies provide cover to continue. Up until that point it had been the ultimate adventure for her. But when the fighting was slugging it out, the ultimate adventure, deep underground in the dark, death at any moment, abyss breathing down her neck, it had become her ultimate fantasy. The icing on the cake was eliminating the enemy, killing the other with zero consequence, each one downed being a micro victory riding the adrenalin higher. Every ounce of it fed a sense of satisfaction knowing she was making the Mistress proud. After less than 10 minutes the CPD force was eliminated, but only 4 Standards were left, including Vanessa. They proceeded down further to their objective, the remains of the skirm being consumed by the environment. Reaching the sacs they began cutting the victims out. The horror of reality set in for the recently freed units and they immediately crawled back into the Monsters sacs. Mallera Deep, the Mistresses Plan, was all for nothing.

Operation Mallera Deep abandoned, her entire Sector Expended along with thousands of other Black Faction and CPD units, Vanessa was ordered back to the surface. Through the darkness she was hit by an enemy round where the Mistress wanted to have her return alive so she could report on what she had seen down there and what exactly happened. After recovering in the HQ infirmary for 2 weeks, Vanessa had her ORC manually dissolved when she was brought before the Mistress herself to give her account of the Deep. Her soft demeaner explaining her actions took the Mistress back. This young woman, who had been with the company barely 3 months and was still a long way off turning 19, had killed dozens of CPD combat units, survived the plunge into the most terrifying depths of the Island and lived to stare into her eyes, convicted of her service to her.

The Mistress appointed her a special category of Admin to see out her service contract in relative safety. The Mistress wanted to see her flourish. But others had plans.

Her past as a Combat Unit was to be one of the most closely guarded secrets in the Company. Her knowledge of the Sacs and the Bliss experienced in there was to never be spoken of……as far as anyone knew, no one made it back from the bottom.

The Commander of her Sector, Kandi was attempting to create a highly effective elite unit from within her own ranks. One of the best ways to train is in live combat exercises. Becoming an enemy unit for training is reserved for punishment and the smallest mis-step would land someone as a “training target’.

Vanessa wore her uniform with a wrong facing knot and was immediately repurposed to a training unit. Non lethal dosed BDR rounds would be used in combat scenarios. Facing off against Elites in what was tactically advantageous scenarios didnt provide much learning benefit.

Vanessa would be taken out almost a dozen times in the training scenarios. Rounds hitting at full velocity break skin, bruise flesh and can crack ribs. Legs, body, stomach, back, arms, she was hit everywhere eventually. Each time she was taken out required a minimum 2 week recovery. Until one day she loaded fully dosed BDR rounds into her rifle and permanently retired a high ranking Elite. Notice for disposal was raised through the system where they discovered she was flagged as high value. Mistress Serena intervened and reallocated her back to Admin duties. But the wild west nature of the company was evident to her then. She was doing her own thing.

While organising supplies for an operation Vanessa noticed a large allocation to a Mission titled SUGAR. A small amount of digging revealed a device that had a very high value for the Mistress. So to poise herself to be elevated higher in the Company she set out to began to operate autonomously. Appropriating company assets in the form of Combat Units to achieve her goal, she chewed through 4 rotundas trying the find the device. Covering her tracks by ensuring every last Unit who participated in her scheme perished. It wasn’t long until word reached higher up where rather than being punished, she was granted unlimited resources by Serena. Another change in Company policy at the time was the introduction of PSUs. Partially in response to Vanessa using Standards for her own gains, but also other high ranking units appropriating resources.

Vanessa would appropriate an Elite Unit as a PSU, eliminating her competition within the company and securing the SUGAR device for the Mistress. At that time she had control over Sector HQ5 at a temporary location. As soon as she sent word to the Mistress that she had the device, everything changed.

The Mistress ordered her to abandon The Sector and make sure no one left alive. The location of the device shall remain a mystery, along with the knowledge inside Vanessa’s head. The most destructive Skirm took place when CPD, Zuvic and KTS attacked the sector in hopes of finding the device. Vanessa narrowly escaping before the downfall.

Enter Mistress Vanessa

A few months from her 19th Birthday, The Mistress appointed her as second in command of Black Faction. Essentially the head of all operations. Recklessness, carelessness with all the vigour of psychotic youth. A young woman after a thrill, lamenting in sacrificing others. Zero fear, zero recourse, zero guilt. Black Faction had become its most dangerous not only to its enemies but to its own employees. Her appointment drove many insane, women with decades of experience at all levels, had to bow to her will and address her as Mistress.

Recruiting giantess Phaedra to her side, Vanessa set out on the most aggressive campaign against CPD in the history of Mallera-9. Targeting lower ranking commanders for implantation of ORC she began to unravel the CPD ranks from the inside. Her missions were going excellent and the plan was unfolding well, but she wanted in on the action, she wanted to capture one of the commanders herself. She couldnt resist, she threw on a Standard Combat uniform and went out with a squad sent to capture an interesting subject.

Vanessa was no match for this commander, her and the squad she clipped to got taken out with ease. Vanessa was lucky Phaedra was there to not only capture the commander, but notice that she was on the ground wounded.

Vanessa seen her life until this point as an odyssey, like Greek mythos coming to life on Mallera-9. She wanted to signal to the Mistress her return triumph, like Theseus returning with white sails, a symbol for her successes, from then on she would wear white. The Mistresses code had been cracked. For Black Sails meant death for those who wear it.