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A Dangerous Rebellion
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → A Dangerous RebellionJason reassured Max that things would turn out alright. They always found a way through it.
Max chuckled, nodding. "I know...I just worry about discovery. But we have everyone on board now. We've got a goddess on our side. Whatever happens, we will make it. And you better believe we'll be there for breakfast."
"Let them find out. I dare them. If not the wrath of a goddess, they'll have my wrath to deal with." Cassie said with a smile.
On the ship that was making its way towards the harbor, the many slaves rocked with the ship, all of them shackled in one form or another. One particular woman had her hands and feet bound, and a cloth tied around her eyes.
"Honestly, I fear your wrath over Vera's. Haven't really seen her violent. With your natural abilities? Fearsome indeed," Max said. "But I am not afraid of you. I trust you completely."
Max smirked, kissing her. "Ready when you are," he said, setting off. Vera would be waiting with some of the others, ready to help.
Among the men set to help, an ex slave was set to help.
Cassie took off after Max, her hands showing her anticipation of the coming fight. She padded along with him, her eyes seemingly unfocused. She was mentally making sure she wouldn't go overboard with her anger.
She wondered when she'd be able to see again. She had been trying to think of a way to overflow some part of the slaver's anatomy, but she couldn't overfill things, just return them to their fullest capabilities.
Max helped her into the boat and they all set off. He sent a silent prayer up for his girls.
A heavily tattooed woman aboard their boat studied the pair curiously. Her ink, of various colors and designs, hummed with power as if in anticipation of what was to come. She held a great many bargains with several high ranking men who had held her captive. She dismissed the idea of using those deals. However a few dead powered people may make an appearance tonight to deliver their ends of the bargains she made. Death couldn't stop the magic trapped inside her.
Violet slept soundly, tucked into bed. Henry and Elaine checked in on the girls, smiling when they found them both asleep.
Cassie shifted into her human shape so she'd fit in the boat better. She had her head bowed and her eyes closed. She was praying for all those aboard their boat, and the slave boat.
She could hear voices from up on deck, but only the sound of labored breathing or the clinking of chains came from around her. If only she could see. She prayed to her own gods for protection and for a guiding hand to help her on the paths they made for her.
The group approached the slave ship, attacking quickly and silently. Max stayed close to Cassie as they jumped aboard.
Something told her to jump aboard the other ship. She had planned to stay and attack with bargains should she need them. But when her magic told her to do something, she did it. It was easier then the fallout.
Cassie's large form made no sound as she padded along the ship. She leapt up one of the masts and crawled into the crow's nest to dispatch the watcher who'd fallen asleep. When she came down she had blood on her claws and they left a trail when she walked. "He said the Captain should have the keys for the slaves..." She whispered and pointed to where the Captain's quarters were.
The voices had fallen silent and all she could hear were soft footsteps on the deck above them. What had happened? Why had the other slaves started to hold their breath? Were they being raided? Had they docked? She had no idea.
Max nodded, signaling to the others to take out or incapacitate the rest of the crew. He and Cassie would get the captain. Padding silently across the deck, he made his way towards the captains cabin.
She stalked towards the wheel, knocking the young man out before following her gut below deck. She could probably help calm some of the people traped below.
Cassie moved through the hall to the door with an embellished anchor symbol on it. She glanced to Max to see if he was ready before she attempted to open the door only to find it locked. She looked to him again to let him know she was going to break through it, but as she had turned her head away the door unlocked and the captain, in his skivvies, ripped open the door, pistol aimed at what would be a man's head level and let loose his charge. The adrenaline that coursed through her blood from the resounding bang of the gun allowed her the speed needed to grab his hand and pull him to her before he could reach another weapon. His hand was crushed within hers as she snarled in his face, his face twitched as he kept from crying out. "Where is the key to the slave chains..." Cassie hadn't noticed the thin cord that hung around his neck, a key just below his collar.
She heard a thud of something hitting the floor, but that could just have been a rope, or a sack of money.
Max saw it. He reached forward and snatched the key, yanking it off the mans neck. "I think we're good, Cassie. Should I kill him or would you like to?" He asked, raising his sword to skewer the man if need be. "I think he is too far gone..."
She followed the men as they filed below deck. But where her allies went to find the men, something tugged her left. She followed, hoping it wasn't another deal. She didn't have time for that now. Reaching for a door, she turned the handle and slid inside. Cages, chains and the smell of unwashed bodies overwhelmed her and threatened flashbacks. Shaking it off, she looked around, silent and small. Her tattoos swirled, moving across her thickened skin. "It's alright. I have come to help. Please, remain calm. We will have you all out in a few moments."
"He has destroyed enough lives..." Cassie let go of his hand, and the gun fell to the floor with a clatter. "I would not soil your blade or my teeth with him..." She grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him up on deck where she bound him to the mast. "Let the gods tend to your fate and pray that they'll be more merciful than you..." She turned from him and headed below deck, not looking at Max. If he wanted to dispatch the man she wouldn't stop him, but for now the others could use her help.
She heard the door open and a voice speak in a calm tone. Help? She knew that word. She remembered the guard saying that word and then laughing. If only she could understand the language.
Max wasn't about to go against Cassie. He liked her idea. He was sure someone would give the man his due. Heading with her down below, he clutched rhe key in his hand. Freedom for those who deserved and needed it was so close.
Spotting a woman in chains and a blindfold in the back, she made her way over. Her magic sung through her viens as she neared the woman. This was not a deal...but she wasn't collecting from the woman either...so why was her magic doing this? Gently, she reached out and touched the sides of the blindfold. Something bigger was at work here, she was positive.
Cassie's nose wrinkled as she caught a familiar scent. The smell of bodies that hadn't been bathed, wounds that weren't treated, and the lack of proper bathrooms. She shifted into her human shape so she wouldn't frighten the people. As soon as she reached them she began speaking softly and calmly to them as Max used the key to release them. She winced as the adrenaline left her system and the realization sunk in that the captain hadn't missed his bullet had lodged itself in her shoulder. She kept her back to Max so that they could get these people out first. That was the priority. She could wait. These people couldn't.
She could hear footsteps coming towards her and then she could feel someone in front of her. She recoiled feeling someone touch the blindfold over her eyes.
Quickly, Max unlocked cages and chains, freeing everyone as fast as he could. He hadn't reached the back yet but was coming close. He wanted badly to check out Cassie. Those gunshots had frightened him. Soon. Soon, he would check her over.
"Hey, it's alright. I won't hurt you. Can I take this off? It may make you feel better," she said softly, reassuringly. Magic, while it may not make the two capable of understanding their languages, the woman before Andomeda would know Andromeda's intent. Like a universal translater, the woman would hear Andromeda's words in her own language.
Cassie helped guide the people up onto the deck, and if they couldn't walk she would shift and carry them. It kept her mind focused on something other than the burning ache in her shoulder.
Magdalena tilted her head slightly as she understood that the woman meant no harm. She assumed that she wanted to remove the blindfold, and she nodded slowly, moving her head and holding it near the woman's hands. Once she could see she would figure out what was going on.
Andromeda smiled, carefully unknotting the fabric before letting it drop. She had long dark hair and what little skin wasn't covered in tattooes, was a dark, rich chocolate color. She wore a black cloak with the hood thrown back. Underneath, black pants and a dark shirt clung to her skin. "Let's get you out of here," she told the woman, her dark, nearly black eyes glacing over to see Max stepping closer.
Max quickly unlocked the last slave and ushered the woman towards the stairs leading to the deck.