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Delia needed to get off this ship. This is probably her only chance at getting out of this hell hole. She’s being resold which means she’s on a transport ship, one that is stupidly under staffed. There are so few guards, that’s why now is the perfect time to escape. She even has an amazing plan! Well- it’s actually really fucking stupid and might just kill her but death is a hell of a lot better than slavery. Now all she has to do is get into the armory. A piece of cake really.
It’s pitch black on the ship all for a few small lanterns. Each guard had to carry one. She has spent weeks preparing for this, stealing keys, gathering stray medical supplies and food.
She slips out of her cell silently, her uncle's training being useful for once. She slowly made her way through the halls. The Armory was on deck so she needed to get up there without being seen. If she’s seen she’ll surely be killed or worse after all her stupid brand made her nothing more than an object in their eyes.
She froze and pushed herself flush against a small doorway, she held her breath as two guards walked by. She let that breath out once they were out of sight. She trailed them, making sure to stay as far back as possible. If she follows them then she’ll be led above deck, then she's finally home free.
She stayed in the shadows as much as possible, only stepping out when she absolutely needed to. She can not risk being caught.
She needed to get back to her sister. At any cost.
She must have stepped too hard while walking because a guard froze and turned around. She tried to hide but it was too late, she had been spotted. She’s so fucked now.
Delia didn’t waste a single second before bolting around them, shoving them into each other. She grabbed one of their guns, praying to Nika that there was actual ammunition in them and not blanks.
“Get back here! We need back up now! We have an escapee!” The taller of the two guards yelled into his Den Den Mushi, they ran after her.
She cried out as a bullet grazed her shoulder, shit! Will she be able to get out of this one?! She brought her gun up and shot into the group of slavers now chasing her. There had to be at least 20 of the fuckers. She managed to hit a few before she ran out of ammo. She ducked around a corner but came face to face with a smaller group of slavers. She roughly kicked someone in the crotch and all but threw him at the others. She then ran down the hall.
She got lucky when the next door she came to led up onto the deck.
She busted through the door, her shoulder throbbing from the bullet wound and using it to break the door. She ran to the door that she thought was the Armories but was wrong. She dodged as another guard ran at her with a sword. The sword embedded in the wall behind her, she used her bag to force the guard to jump away. She grabbed the hilt of the weapon and yanked it out of the wall. She used it to block an attack and slice right through a guy's arm.
She finally made it to the right room. She struggled to unlock the door but managed to get it before she could get shot again.
She jammed a chair under the door handle to hopefully keep them at bay for at least a few moments. Right now she needs a plan, her original one isn't going to work anymore. Not since everyone knows she's trying to escape. Looking around the room she doesn’t see anything that would be very useful in this situation. Sure there are weapons but a few guns aren’t going to keep them off her. There are at least 30-40 guards and slavers outside that door.
Something however does catch her eye, dynamite. There's dynamite and cannon balls in here. Fuck if she’s going down than she’s taking everyone with her! She laughs quietly to herself. It was a sound she was unused to.
She started gathering up the dynamite and cannon balls into a pile. She waits till the door gets busted open before she lights a match with a giggle. “See ya Mother Fuckers” Then she dropped the match and everything went black.
Within what felt like a second everything was coming back to her. She felt herself floating. Like actually floating. She cracked open her eyes to see water. How had she survived?
That doesn't matter now, she needs to get to safety and fast.