Raydorn: The War in the Black (Chapter 4. Pt 1)
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The War in the Black has begun with the betrayal of the Black Legion. Will mercenaries survive an onslaught from three different nations or will they die before they get the chance.

Raydorn: The War in the Black (Chapter 4. Pt 1)

Andy heard them coming first. The sound of greaves clanking against the marble floor set off her nerves.

The sound of Stormguard always set her off.

Like the drunken fool she was, she stumbled her way to the loud sounds, took what was left of the highly flammable moonshine, and opened the door.

She saw three of each man, but that was enough to know that armed men were coming for them while they were partying.

Andy looked at the bottle of moonshine and thought, 'You hit too hard for something that tastes like lemons.'

Then she threw it at the crystals.

'About to learn why Starshield doesn't sell light crystals to regular people.'

She turned towards the door and damn near lost her hearing from the boom.

Kaboom!

The flickering sound of fire followed, and then came the sounds of screams.

The Black Legion had stopped partying after the explosion, but their happiness truly sank into unfamiliarity when a Stormguard ran in screaming as he burned alive.

Slick!

Malum's assassin put him down quick, clothed in black and a mask just like him. Andy assumes they're whoever Quintus asked to watch her, how else would they have reacted so fast?

Andy looked into the doorway as the wall began to collapse and block their way. 'With only two other ways out, we could find ourselves in a kill box. Better...'

Andy's train of thought stopped as she felt herself getting nauseous, To make matters worse, all eyes in the room were falling onto her.

That's when she realized, Fuck, am I the most senior person here?

'Fuck that, like on a stick, stick it into the fire, burn the pointy end, then literally shove that stick up this situation's butt, because I'm too washed to be in charge.'

'Let's 'inspiring speech the shit out of this so everyone gets out of here and I can throw up in peace.'

"We signed up for war, boys and girls, and it wasn't going to wait for you to start," she told them,

"so pick up your swords and shields and spears and get as many people up and fighting to our ships."

When nobody moved, at least, as far as Andy's swaying line-of-sight could tell, she yelled at them, "Did I fucking stutter?! Move or die, people!"

That got them going, at least as far as she could tell. The bile moved up her throat so fast, she couldn't spend the time to find out.

She found a bucket in her hands right before she threw up, and someone pulling her hair out of the way of her face, even as she fell.

When Andy finished, she looked up and found Malum's assassin looking down at her.

"Thank you... miss?" Andy asked her as if she could get one of the assassins to share something like that.

The assassin only tilted her head. She waited, checking the room to see who was left as they all poured out, but Andy couldn't see that on account of the assassin's mask and her intoxication.

"How did you know I was a woman?" the assassin asked.

"I've met only one man in my life whose thought to pull back my hair as I threw up," Andy told her as she thought she might puke again. "It's ironic that that man was Quintus..."

"Since he doesn't have hair?" the assassin finished for her.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Andy joked as if they weren't just attacked by a platoon of elemental soldiers.

The assassin returned in kind, "I've seen him around here and there."

"Heh."

"Now what do we do?"

Andy gave the assassin a sideways look from over her bile-filled bucket. "You're asking me?"

"As head of our medical division, you are the most senior accounted-for individual in the Black Legion at the moment, and you commanded the room well enough, despite how you slurred your words..

.

"You're all we have at the moment."

"That's terrifying and a bit sad." And something I need to fix, stat.

"You want an order?" Andy said as she found herself back on her feet. "Get me another bottle, something that will light the walls on fire if I need-"

Swish.

Andy looked down at the bottle in the assassin's hand bewildered.

"I was listening to the conversion with the bartender. I grabbed several to use as weapons."

Andy's eyes only narrowed on the woman as she slowly took the bottle of what smelled like more moonshine to her.

"I'm gonna take this," she said, "and I'm going to find the others." Then Andy pointed to the assassin, who leaned back, which told Andy she might be leaning forward.

"You go to Lucilla's ship, rally Jack's trainees and Astrid's little... cult, and anyone else on the way to defend it and as many ships as you can.

Lucy's little fleet has the biggest and fastest ships we have. They'll get us out of here if Raydorn is trying to trap us in."

"You're drunk."

"So?" Andy said with a raised eyebrow.

Andelyn waited for the argument to come, that she's in no shape to go it alone.

'I've fought worse scraps while puking my guts out, I don't need a babysitter and if she thinks I do, then Malum's little-'

"Alright."

"Pardon?"

"I'll do what you say, good luck."

The assassin was gone before Andy finished blinking her eyes.

Andy looked around and found herself alone in the large drinking hall. Its emptiness was quite literally a testament to how each and everyone had listened to her.

She placed her fists on her hips and thought, "Huh, yay-ulk!"

Thankfully, no one saw her throw up again.

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