KFR7: Savannah SurvivalJuly 1, 2010. The training had been rough at times. Kespix had never had to get used to a new world form, let alone one that was as dramatic a change as this. Still, he had survived these last couple of weeks on the grassy plains as easily as he had survived in the Coliseum.This last week proved a challenge of a different flavor. Instead of the salty tang of training sweat, al he could taste was bitter boredom. The Consortium Superiors had run off to confront the Syndicate's top dogs (or cats; he didn't keep track of the world forms) after the training session ended. A good portion of the other Consortium members had also given their
FJ14: Home Sweet HomeJune 6, 2010. Complications are arising around me like waves approaching high tide. The two groups that I am in are pulling on me with conflicting ideals and their own varieties of disappointment. I first noticed this with the announcement of Organization Nu's most recent "project" and the follow-up meeting with my associate, Machelix. Needless to say this wasn't as light-hearted as our pre-tournament meeting.For this particular bit of confidentiality we arranged to meet in the world of one of our newest agents, Dranxealex. It was a somewhat obvious choice, since we had met in this world once before. Having to rely on only two fighter
KFR6: A New Kind of TrainingJune 2, 2010. The first mission of the Consortium was at hand. The airship had touched down in a world unlike any Kespix had ever seen before, a place called the Pridelands. There was hardly a possible manmade structure around other than the Crossroads. It was all grass, shrubs, and a few trees around a large stone formation in the distance. The Bitter Battler had been told by his Superiors that their enemy, the Syndicate, was planning to invade soon. Their plan was unknown, but for now each member of the Consortium was to prepare for a fight. What exactly this entailed wasn
KFR5: Setting the BoardThe rain of the previous nights had finally dried; the cloudy sky was relatively clear of precipitation. Kespix was seated in his room in the world he had come to know as home. The bed he had been generously provided made him feel as if he had slept nightly on a cloud of Olympus. The food provided him with greater strength and much more energy than ever before. His injuries, no matter how severe, were treated with precision and skill to such an extent that sustaining them seemed like only a bad dream. Such service, such protection it almost made him feel god-like. Kespix had a good chuckle at this, given his last mission.He quic
FJ13: Welcome BackApril 18, 2010. My return home wasn't quite as nonchalant as I would have liked. Three weeks had passed since my return to our base. It was curiously quiet during April Fools' Day, but the news I had received the day after Easter filled me with unease: creatures known as "velociraptors" were to be released within the base. Were they a new species of Heartless, or were they creatures native to one of the worlds? Never in my studies of the worlds had I heard of them, so I presumed the former.I would soon learn the truth.Other than the initial warning, little else had happened