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The King Of Fighters TG TF Part 6: Leona Heidern
🕑 Added 2024-09-22 16:37:16 +0000 UTCLisa’s life was simple, a routine she had built for herself after years of searching for stability. She worked as an assistant at a local gym, spending her mornings helping clients with their fitness plans and her evenings running her own training sessions. Her love for fitness wasn’t just a job—it was a way of life, a passion she had cultivated over years of hard work. With an upbeat, resilient attitude, Lisa had managed to carve out a comfortable space in the world.
Her favorite part of the day was her early morning jog. The sun rising over the horizon, the streets still quiet, and the wind brushing against her face—it was her time to think, to clear her mind before the hustle and bustle of the day took over. But it was on one of these jogs that everything began to change.
Lisa’s neighborhood was normally calm, a place where people smiled and waved, where the dangers of the outside world felt distant. That particular morning felt different though—a strange chill in the air that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She shrugged it off, shaking her head and chalking it up to a sleepless night.
Halfway through her usual route, Lisa noticed a black van parked at the corner. It wasn’t unusual to see vehicles here and there, but this one seemed out of place—too big, too ominous. Still, she kept moving. She was only a few blocks from home. As she jogged past, she heard the soft click of the van door opening behind her, but before she could react, she felt a strong hand grab her arm, yanking her backwards with terrifying strength.
Lisa tried to scream, but a cloth was quickly pressed over her mouth, the sharp chemical smell invading her senses. Her vision blurred, and her body went limp in seconds. As the darkness closed in, the last thing she saw was the black van's door shutting behind her.
When Lisa awoke, she was no longer in her familiar surroundings. Instead, she found herself strapped tightly to a cold, metal table in a sterile, dimly lit room. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled against the restraints, but her limbs were weak, and her head felt foggy from whatever drug had knocked her out.
She tried to remember what had happened. The morning jog, the van, the strangers who had grabbed her—but everything after that was a blur. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat reverberating through her mind like a warning bell. Where am I? What’s going on?
The sterile scent of the room filled her nose, and she blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. To her left, a row of ominous machines hummed softly, their purpose unknown but far from comforting. Her wrists and ankles were locked in place by cold, metallic straps, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t free herself.
"Help!" Lisa called, her voice shaky, a mix of fear and defiance. But her cry was met with silence. No one came.
The longer she lay there, the more she noticed the strange equipment around her—tools she had never seen before, screens that displayed her name and measurements, data being calculated and recorded as if she were nothing more than a lab rat.
The reality hit her like a tidal wave: she had been kidnapped. But why? Who would do this to her?
Her breath quickened, and she pulled harder against her restraints, but it was no use. The table didn’t budge, the straps digging into her skin, reminding her of the helplessness she was now bound to.
Suddenly, the door to the room slid open with a mechanical hiss, and two figures stepped inside. Both were dressed in lab coats, their faces obscured by masks. One of them held a tablet, tapping away at the screen with an unsettling precision. The other, a tall figure with sharp eyes, approached the table where Lisa lay.
“Please! Let me go!” Lisa’s voice wavered, desperation leaking into every word.
The tall figure ignored her plea, turning to the other as they discussed something in hushed voices. Lisa couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she didn’t like the way their eyes scanned over her as if she were some kind of project.
“This one will become Leona Heidern,” the shorter one finally said, his voice cold and detached. He approached Lisa’s side and glanced at the data on the screen above her.
Lisa’s eyes widened. Leona Heidern? That name was familiar—she’d seen it before, somewhere. Wasn’t that a character from those King of Fighters games her brother used to play?
“What the hell are you talking about?” Lisa demanded, her panic rising. “I’m not—this is crazy! You can’t just—”
The tall figure lifted a syringe, filled with a glowing blue liquid. Without hesitation, he plunged it into Lisa’s arm, injecting the strange serum into her veins. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room as the serum began to work, burning through her bloodstream. Her limbs thrashed, but the restraints held her down.
Her head spun, the room fading in and out of focus. “No... please…” she whispered weakly, her body going limp once more. The figures above her blurred, their voices growing distant as her consciousness slipped away, consumed by the darkness once again.
The process began in earnest. The robotic arms surrounding her table moved with mechanical precision, injecting Lisa with a serum designed to reshape her body. Her skin flushed briefly as the serum worked its way through her system, muscles twitching as they swelled and hardened, reshaping her into the toned, battle-hardened soldier that Leona was known to be. Her lean arms became stronger, her core firmer, her legs more powerful.
As Lisa’s body continued its transformation, one of the machines moved toward her mouth. A laser device hummed to life, scanning her teeth. Another robotic arm, holding a gleaming set of pliers, moved closer. With quick, deliberate motions, it began removing Lisa’s teeth one by one. The process was cold and clinical, with no need for anesthesia, as Lisa was still under the effects of sedation. Her natural teeth were extracted smoothly, and a small suction device cleaned away any traces of blood.
Another machine approached, carrying Leona’s perfectly replicated teeth. These weren't just cosmetic—Leona’s teeth had been carefully designed, including the subtle differences that allowed her to bite harder, speak more clearly in combat, and maintain a cold, steely demeanor. The new set was fitted into Lisa’s gums and fused directly to her jawline, aligning perfectly with her newly reshaped facial structure. When Lisa’s mouth closed, it was no longer hers—it was Leona’s, down to the very last detail.
Next came the changes to her voice. A delicate yet intrusive process began as a robotic arm inserted a fine tube down Lisa’s throat. It injected a specialized serum that altered her vocal cords, tightening and reshaping them to produce the sharp, commanding voice of Leona Heidern. The machines worked with painstaking precision, ensuring that every sound she made would be identical to Leona’s. After a few moments, the machine extracted the tube, leaving behind the modified vocal cords.
Lisa was still unconscious, but a small test was run. A computer-generated command echoed through the lab’s speakers: "Speak." Her mouth opened slightly, and for the first time, a sound emerged. The voice was deep, with a controlled edge, an exact match to Leona’s authoritative tone. The transformation of her voice was complete.
One of the machines moved toward her scalp, a blade gleaming in its grasp. Without hesitation, it began shaving Lisa’s hair down to the skin, preparing her for the next step. The hair removal was quick and clinical, leaving her head bare.
Next came the muscle suit. The machines lifted Lisa’s now stronger frame slightly off the table, allowing the suit to be slid beneath her. Piece by piece, the suit was fitted and glued to her altered body. Each piece was designed to match Leona’s physique perfectly—broad shoulders, defined arms, and powerful thighs. Even the fake breasts and hip pads were added, carefully adhered to Lisa’s skin and suit, not only to match Leona’s proportions but to act as storage units for ki and chakra energy, the very essence of Leona’s power. The suit adds bulk in key areas to mimic Leona’s muscular frame. This includes padding on the chest, shoulders, and thighs to give the subject the same proportions as Leona. This muscle suit also contains ki and chakra energy storage, allowing the new Leona to harness and release energy during combat, just like in the King of Fighters series.
With the muscle suit in place, the next phase began: the skinsuit. The tight, synthetic layer that would transform Lisa’s outward appearance into Leona’s was meticulously applied by the robotic arms. This skinsuit is textured to match Leona’s skin and features, including her facial structure. The suit is glued at the edges to prevent any removal, ensuring that the new form becomes a permanent part of the subject. It fused with her body, becoming inseparable from her skin. Her facial features morphed beneath the mask-like layer, her cheekbones sharpening, her jawline narrowing until she was nearly unrecognizable as Lisa. Instead, she looked every bit the fierce warrior Leona Heidern.
A compartment opened, revealing Leona’s signature blue wig. The synthetic blue strands shimmered in the dim light as the wig was glued onto Lisa’s scalp, a permanent part of her new identity.
Her eyes were the final touch—a pair of blue contact lenses slipped over her natural eyes, sealing the transformation of her face. Lisa’s brown eyes disappeared, replaced by Leona’s piercing blue gaze.
Leona’s signature outfit is brought in—her military-inspired look, complete with camo pants, combat boots, and her yellow crop top. The outfit is meticulously glued onto the subject’s skinsuit, fusing it to the body so it cannot be removed, just as in previous transformations.
The process starts with the crop top, which is adhered tightly to the skin. The camo pants are next, fitted securely over the subject’s new muscular legs. They feature multiple belts, holsters, and accessories that give Leona her battle-ready appearance. Combat boots are placed over the feet and fused at the ankles, completing the transformation into the tough and battle-hardened Leona Heidern.
Lisa’s body was now a perfect replica of Leona’s, but the transformation was far from over. She may have looked the part, but her mind was still her own—for now.
When Lisa regained consciousness, it was like waking up from a fevered dream. She felt disoriented, her thoughts cloudy as though submerged in water. Her entire body tingled, but she couldn’t move—her wrists and ankles still held tightly by the same metallic straps. It took her a few moments to realize that something felt different, as if her very body had changed while she was unconscious.
As her vision cleared, she noticed the machines around her buzzing and whirring, busily continuing their work. It was then she realized that her transformation had already begun.
She tried to scream, but her throat was too dry, her voice little more than a rasp. Her body was no longer hers. It was becoming something else, someone else—someone she didn’t want to be.
A serum is injected into the base of her spine after the skinsuit is fully bonded. This serum contains the key to unlocking Leona’s enhanced abilities. As it courses through her veins, it gives her the power to generate a cutting aura around her hands and feet, amplifying her combat effectiveness. She can feel the energy begin to build within her, as the serum infuses her with the control to manipulate her power, forming energy blades around her hands and feet. These sharp energy waves can slice through enemies with ease.
Leona’s control over energy manifests next. She gains the ability to create a ball of energy surrounded by blades, a technique that requires intense focus and precision. With each pulse of her energy, she can direct these blades to attack with extreme force, highlighting her mastery of the power.
Her gloves and earrings are enhanced with explosive properties as part of her transformation. Tiny charges are embedded into these accessories, allowing her to generate controlled explosions. This adds an extra layer to her fighting style, as she can use these detonations to surprise or overwhelm opponents.
As part of the final step, the serum unlocks her latent Orochi power. This ability is tied to her bloodline, and in moments of extreme stress or when she senses the presence of Orochi's power, her Riot of the Blood is activated. Her hair turns bright red, her eyes burn with a feral intensity, and her power is greatly amplified.
In this state, Leona becomes more aggressive and powerful, with her combat style becoming more chaotic and destructive. Although she can control this power when Orochi’s influence is weak, the serum makes it harder to suppress, creating a challenge for her to maintain her composure as the power takes over.
As the cold, clinical process continued, Lisa felt every small piece of herself slipping away. Her muscles twitched involuntarily as the serum took effect, and robotic arms hovered above her, preparing for the next step in her transformation.
The neural chip was next. A small incision was made at the base of her skull, allowing the chip to be implanted directly into her brain. Slowly, the download process began. Memories, skills, and instincts flooded into Lisa’s mind. The pain was sharp at first, then dulled as her thoughts became clouded. She could feel her memories—her life—being erased bit by bit, replaced with those of Leona Heidern.
She could see flashes of Leona’s life: the battlefield, her training under Heidern, the intensity of every fight, the thrill of combat. Lisa’s hands, still strapped to the table, twitched as muscle memory began to take hold. Her fingers flexed, remembering how to wield a blade, and how to strike with precision. The transformation was working.
But Lisa wasn’t gone yet. Her subconscious fought back, trying to hold onto what little pieces of herself were left. She could see her childhood home, the faces of her friends, the laughter of family gatherings. But it was all slipping away, dissolving under the weight of Leona’s new persona. The images grew darker, more distant, until all that remained was the cold, emotionless soldier.
Lisa was gone. Leona Heidern had taken her place.
The hypnosis was the final touch. As her body continued to lie still on the table, robotic arms held her head in place as screens flashed before her eyes, imprinting combat footage, Leona’s relationships, her loyalty to her team, and her strategic mind. Even the darkest parts of Leona’s past—the uncontrollable rage, the Orochi blood running through her veins—were forced upon Lisa, sealing her fate.
Their hair, tied into Leona’s signature blue ponytail, is adjusted and glued into place. The final touches are applied, including Leona’s arm bands, belts, and gloves.
No longer the confused, vulnerable Lisa, she was now the warrior, Leona, ready for the next challenge once regains conciseness for the tournament.
