The Raft

Chapter 1: Intake

When Victor Von Doom (Phd) seized power in Latveria (formerly Sokovia) with weapons he developed from abandoned HYDRA tech mixed with Vibranium, he pressured the UN and SHIELD to pass the Sokovia Accords on threat of global war. Many Eastern states stood firm in support of him. Fearing the beginning of World War Three, the UN turned against the Avengers, and all those like them, such as mutants. Despite staunch opposition from the Federation of Genosha, the UN, supported by Tony Stark, passed the accords. This resulted in Genosha leaving the UN, an alternative Avengers Civil War and a mutant uprising. Those who did not seek asylum in the only nation that would take them, were captured, as were the humans who aided them. It is almost as if the dictator has ulterior motives in having all the world's superheroes and supervillians incarcerated where they can not stop his plans. Perhaps he is more than he seems. While the Avengers, Fantastic Four, and the X-Men rot in prison, gears turn in the Latverian War machine.

Jessica Jones sat secured in her seat on the prison transport Quinjet, on delivery from the courthouse to The Raft Penitentiary. She was dressed in her usual gothy black leather jacket and jeans from her arrest (not that she'd have worn anything else to court if given the option) but soon enough she'd be trading that for a bright orange jumpsuit. Already it was harshly made clear to her she was a prisoner, what with the heavy set of vibranium cuffs around her wrists and the power dampening collar.

Jessica was at the wrong place at the wrong time when she witnessed the murder of Susan Alison. It had started as a simple missing persons case, and then became a fight to uncover a conspiracy in the heart of New York. She got too close and they exposed her and her abilities to the world. It wasn't long before S.H.I.E.L.D (or more accurately the shadowy 1984 like organisation that stood in the place of the organization that once at least pretended to care) came to her door, tased her, and put an inhibitor collar around her neck then dragged her off to a courthouse in the back of a windowless van.

Jessica was taking no shit during her brief trial but that hardly helped her case. She was forced to be silent at the banging of the judge's gavel.

"For the crime of unsanctioned vigilantism in callus of the Sokovia Accords, I sentence this Living Weapon of Mass Destruction to indefinite imprisonment on the Raft, effective immediately!" yelled the judge.

Jessica felt a swell of anger bubble up inside of her. She wasn't exactly shocked at her sentence, but still the idea of spending her life behind bars with the most dangerous women on Earth was the farthest thing from appealing possible. All she could manage was a "You can go fuck yourself-" before the heavily armed guards grabbed her and dragged her out of the courtroom. In the end, Jessica was just yet another victim of the practically totalitarian Sokovia Accords.

"Fuck the Alisons. If it wasn't for their fucking case I wouldn't be here." She thought as the guards applied her shackles. This was their fault in her mind at the moment. She was fine with the usual sneaking around the city at night helping people get proof their spouse was cheating on them or whatever other stupid thing they needed that helped pay her rent, but no of course she had to get dragged into a conspiracy.

Jessica sat silently contemplating the sudden pang of guilt in her chest when she thought about where she was headed. Just a few years ago she'd been forced to send her best friend Trish to The Raft when she went on a superpower driven murder spree. She had done everything she could to reason with her, but she had to make the tough decision and it remained with her constantly. Now they'd both be housed in the exact same prison. She'd missed Trish, but running into her under these circumstances wasn't very ideal. Knowing her luck they'd likely end up as cellmates.

She wasn't alone on the Quinjet that was travelling towards the prison. There were three other ladies travelling with her and she quickly assumed it was more affordable to transport multiple convicts at once. One of them appeared to be a young girl, clothed in a purple archery suit that gave the impression that she had just left the gym. Jessica pondered what she might have done after noticing that she appeared innocent and uneasy in her seat.