Well, I am grateful for all of the positive feedback and the support you guys have shown me on this new project. I hope to continue making you proud as the story goes on.

Before we go any further, I want to thank Lucenthia, Legionary Prime, H R C Stanley, Chirithy564, and soraroxas123 for reviewing. I've already thanked each of you privately but it's important to me that I recognize all of you who give feedback here as well. I also want to thank Kristen Verne and Squidbagger for favoriting the story, along with those who reviewed that did the same.

This chapter, we will finally meet our new protagonist, who I have been teasing about for the last few months now. Enjoy and I'll see you at the end!


Chapter 2: Son of the Grandmaster

Far away from the arguments being held within the halls of Radiant Garden, a large and crude-looking ship was flying through the Lanes Between. Worlds passed by in a blur of light as the ship maintained its course for the inner Realm.

Within the ship's cockpit was a throne, upon which was seated a fearsome man wearing spiky black armor. His eyes were cold and dark and his facial scars stretched back over his bald head. He turned his gaze away from the colorful lights of the Lanes and looked down at the man seated to his right. "Inform the Fleet that we are on course. They are to rendezvous with us in Agrabah's outskirts in the next hour." he said in a gravelly voice almost akin to a growl.

"Yes, sir. The others are in route with their cargo. Our contact will be ready on the ground to transport the…slaves, sir." the pilot said somewhat fearfully. The man sitting on the throne smiled widely, showing several blackened teeth.

"Those slaves are worth a hundred thousand Munny each. Be sure that the others know that no mistakes will be forgiven." he replied. The pilot nodded and relayed the information. The captain then snapped his fingers, at which point another young man scrambled into his view. Springing to a fearful salute, the other man spoke with a trembling voice.

"Yes, Captain?" he muttered.

"Has our prisoner spoken yet?" the seated man asked. The cadet slowly shook his head.

"No, sir. He is refusing to break." he replied. The captain chuckled and rubbed his forehead.

"Typical LE Agent…..Increase the interrogation. I want to know exactly who he is and how he got aboard my ship." he said quietly. The cadet nodded and began walking away. "And Israc?" the captain spoke, causing the young man to stop and look back. "If you cannot get him to break, I suggest you find yourself a swift demise. Come to me with disappointing news again, and your death shall be anything but." he said dangerously.

The cadet gulped fearfully and scurried from the room. With that, the captain narrowed his eyes and leaned back on his throne.

Within the lower levels of the vessel was a dark cell. Inside of it were two more men. One was chained to a chair and was hunched forward with his head hanging toward the ground. His long blonde hair fell downward, blocking his face from view. He wore shining Keyblade Armor emblazoned with the insignia of the Light's Enforcers. Standing facing him was a brutish looking man rubbing his bloody knuckles. "You have great strength, but everyone breaks. The sooner you speak, the sooner the pain can end." he said with a fiendish smile.

The seated man slowly looked up, only to be punched hard in the jaw. He lurched back from the strike but remained silent. He then shook his hair out of his eyes and stared at his torturer. His eyes were a deep blue, and there was no sign of defeat or weakness in them. He smiled, before leaning forward and spitting a mouthful of blood into the other man's face. Groaning in disgust, the torturer wiped away as much as he could. "You're going to pay for that, Wielder." he growled angrily.

The blonde-haired man laughed under his breath, unfazed. "Not nearly as much as you are, ugly." he quipped. Frowning furiously, the other man stepped toward him with his fist raised. However, at that moment a Keyblade emerged through his chest with a slicing sound and he gasped in surprise. The weapon was then pulled out and he fell to the ground in a crumbled heap. Standing in his place was another man wearing Keyblade Armor. This man had green eyes and neat brown hair, his bangs spiked upward. "You're late, Lorne." the chained man muttered.

Lorne smiled slightly and twirled his Keyblade, swinging it with an expert flourish. In one motion, the chains holding the other man's hands were cut. He sighed and stood up. "Hey, you volunteered to be the distraction. Maybe next time we should toss a coin, Raelyn." said Lorne, shrugging his shoulders casually. Raelyn chuckled lightheartedly and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing it out of his face once more.

"Sounds like a plan. What were you able to find?" he asked. Lorne motioned his head toward the door and the two began to move as they spoke.

"Well, your idea worked. They were so focused on you that they never suspected I was onboard. I was able to get into their computers and find out what their plans are. I also know where we're going." he explained. Raelyn reached the cell doorway and carefully peered out into the hallway, looking for more guards. Seeing none, the two Keyblade Wielders exited the cell and made their way toward the stairs leading to the next floor.

"Was our Intel correct?" Raelyn asked, reaching the stairway and running up them two at a time. He was about to step onto the top stair when Lorne grabbed his shoulder and forced him to the ground. They both dropped to their stomachs on the stairs and lay motionless. The doorway just above them was open and voices were growing louder. A moment later, two armed guards strolled past. Raelyn waited until he could no longer hear them and then slowly got back to his feet. Motioning to Lorne, the two quickly got on either side of the door and looked at one another.

"The captain of this ship is the Fleet Commander. He's the head of the snake. The other ships are meeting us in Agrabah, and they're planning to unload hundreds of slaves into the black markets." Lorne whispered. Raelyn frowned in disgust.

"I can't believe there are still people twisted enough to do these kinds of things." he muttered. Lorne nodded and glanced into the next hallway, seeing two guards standing silently in front of a closed door. He looked back at Raelyn and held up two fingers, pointing in the guards' direction. The other Wielder nodded in understanding and readied to move. Raelyn prepared to summon his Keyblade, but Lorne shook his head. He pointed above Raelyn's head, causing him to look up and see an electrical box. Knowing what he was conveying, Raelyn nodded and reached up. He quietly opened the box and flipped the switch inside. Instantly, the hall went dark and all lights turned off.

"Another faulty switch?" one of the guards groaned.

"I'll check it. I swear, this whole place is ready to fall apart…." the second one muttered. Through the darkness, they could hear a set of footsteps growing steadily louder. Raelyn and Lorne remained on either side of the door completely shrouded in the shadows and motionless. Raelyn narrowed his eyes and waited patiently. As the guard stepped through the doorway, Lorne lunged forward. He placed one hand over the guard's mouth and wrapped his other arm around his neck. The man struggled for several moments, unable to breathe or make a sound. After that, he went limp and fell unconscious. Lorne relaxed his grip and carefully set the man down as quietly as he could.

"Is it the switch? Do I need to call for backup?" the other guard called through the darkness. Raelyn prepared to move into the hallway, until a small light shone toward the doorway they were hiding behind. The guard had found a flashlight. Raelyn saw a glimpse of Lorne's face from the adjacent light, who motioned forward.

Without hesitation, Raelyn lunged into the hallway and sprinted for the guard. The man's eyes widened with surprise and he fumbled for the communicator on his wrist. "Intruders on….." he began, but Raelyn's Keyblade silenced him before he could say anything further.

"Good speed. You've been practicing." Lorne remarked as he walked up. Raelyn smiled and dismissed his blade. They faced the closed door, but stopped as a voice came on over the ship's intercoms.

"Arrival to Agrabah in ten minutes. Man your stations and prepare for landing." it said.

The two Wielders looked at each other, sighing. "Well, screw the stealth and cardboard boxes. We're out of time." Raelyn muttered. Lorne nodded in agreement.

"I'm gonna head to the engine rooms and make sure everyone knows I'm going there. Hopefully that will leave you a clear path to the cockpit. Don't let that bastard get away again. I'm not spending another six months chasing him." he said.

"Be careful." Raelyn told him. Lorne smiled confidently.

"Come on. Careful is for the day-shift Masters, not us." he retorted. With that, he summoned his Keyblade and sprinted down the hallway, slashing at everything on the walls as he went.

Raelyn laughed quietly and, hearing incoming footsteps, stepped through the door and ducked into a nearby closet. Two dozen guards raced by and ran down the path that Lorne had taken. He didn't have a lot of time. He emerged from his hiding place and sprinted down the new hallway until he found another set of stairs. Skipping three at a time, he found himself at the top floor in less than a minute.

At that moment the ship rumbled, almost knocking him off of his feet. The intercom voice began speaking again. "Sabotage in the engine rooms. An intruder in the engine rooms." it spoke.

"Well, he's ahead of me, I guess." Raelyn muttered and found only one path ahead of him. He was near the cockpit now.

He rounded the next corner and stopped short, seeing two guards blocking the next doorway. They looked at him in surprise and simultaneously raised their guns toward him. Raelyn glanced at them and smiled. "Let me guess, the boss is on the other side of that door. Here's your chance to walk away grateful for your lives." he told them. In response, the two guards opened fire. Sighing, Raelyn raised his hand and conjured a magical barrier. The bullets bounced off of it as the Wielder patiently waited.

The two guards continued firing until their guns clicked empty. They looked fearfully over at Raelyn, still holding his barrier in front of him. He then threw his hand forward and caused the magic to shatter. Every bullet that had been sent his way went screaming back to where they had come. The dozens of projectiles sank into their owners and left the door behind them riddled with holes. As the two guards sank to the ground, Raelyn strode forward and stepped over them. He threw the doors loudly open and walked inside.

He stopped a couple of feet inside the cockpit and saw two men waiting for him. One was the pilot, who quickly raised a small gun and fired a single bullet. Reacting instinctively, Raelyn summoned his Keyblade and deflected it expertly. The bullet bounced back and struck its shooter, killing him instantly and sending him backward onto the control panel. Now only one man remained, standing in front of his throne with a jagged sword in hand. His dark eyes studied the newcomer, the light above shining off of his bald head and scarred face.

"I take it you're the captain of this slaving enterprise?" Raelyn asked. The man smiled.

"Indeed. With the LE so intent on ending all wars and conflicts, you have left us few choices. We can no longer serve as paid soldiers or mercenaries. Now, instead, we must be thieves of the highest caliber." he replied. Raelyn narrowed his eyes scornfully.

"You steal people and sell them to the highest bidder. That makes you a bigger scumbag than the Heartless that prowl the Realm of Darkness." he said. At this, the captain laughed loudly and began to pace, not taking his eyes off of the young man.

"Only an LE Agent can stand and speak with such smug superiority. You think because you walk in the shadows of your precious Founders that you can dictate the lives of the rest of us? I disagree. Neither the Keyblade Wielders nor that wretched Council shall tell me what I can and cannot do. However, I would know the identity of the man who stole aboard my ship and proved bold enough to try and stop me." he growled angrily. Raelyn's lip curled into a sneer as he held his Keyblade at the ready.

"Oh? You don't know who I am?" he asked, his blue eyes shining with amusement. The captain groaned with irritation and dragged the tip of his sword as he walked, leaving a line in the floor.

"No doubt some whelp trying to impress his pathetic Grandmaster. The Light's Enforcers should have sent their best to face me." he replied. Raelyn chuckled out loud at this, causing the captain's smirk to falter.

"I am much more than some Keyblade Master out to prove himself." he said, knowing that he had the captain's full attention. As the captain stared intently at him, he continued to speak. "The LE did indeed send its best. I am Raelyn Yoric, son of the Grandmaster of the Order. I have hunted you across the Realm of Light for half a year. You will not escape us again, Talin." Raelyn boldly declared.

The captain's smile completely vanished upon hearing the man's words. "Yoric…..the same young Keyblade Wielder who crushed the Lords of Anarchy in the battle over Camelot?" he asked, a hint of unease now in his voice. Raelyn smiled slightly.

"The same. Here is your one chance to surrender. Otherwise this will be settled the usual way." he replied. Talin frowned furiously and raised his sword into a battle stance.

"I'll not spend the rest of my life in a cage!" he declared. Raelyn raised his eyebrows.

"It would be no worse than what you did to those people you sold as slaves. Of course, my policy is that slavers only deserve one fate. I can only hope you'll refuse my mandatory offer of surrender." he said. He and Talin stared at one another for several moments, waiting for the other to make a move. (Invidia, Final Fantasy XV)

"I will never bow before the Keyblade Wielders, Raelyn Yoric!" Talin yelled and charged forward, swinging his jagged sword. Raelyn twirled his Keyblade and slammed it against the sword. Wasting no time, he pushed the weapon out of the way and ducked low. Bringing his Keyblade back around as he moved, he expertly slashed Talin across the chest. The older man cried out from the new wound and raised his sword overhead, swinging down in an attempt to crush his opponent underneath it.

Raelyn sidestepped the strike and covered his fist in fire energy before punching at Talin's face, causing the man to stumble off-balance. Raelyn then leaped up and kicked his leg forward with a mighty effort. His boot connected to the captain's chest and sent him flying onto his back. Talin groaned, seeing Raelyn calmly walking toward him. Grimacing angrily, he reached behind and threw his throne forward as he stood to his feet. The Keyblade Wielder sliced it cleanly in two and continued his advance. Talin cursed under his breath and looked around desperately for anything he could use to his advantage. Finding nothing, he once more raised his sword toward Raelyn. "You have nowhere to go, and no options left. It's over." the Wielder said calmly.

Talin shook his head defiantly and swung forward. Their blades clanged together, but Talin pushed them aside and wrapped his arms around Raelyn with all of his strength. The Wielder gasped in surprise from the tight grip, and a moment later Talin slammed him against the wall. The captain yelled triumphantly and placed his hand around Raelyn's throat, choking with all of his might. Raelyn coughed and struggled to breathe. He clawed at Talin's fingers, trying to pry them off his throat. When that failed, he placed his palm against the captain's forehead and channeled a thunder spell.

The lightning circuited between the both of them, and they screamed in pain for several moments. Finally, Talin could withstand no more and released his grip on Raelyn's throat. In response, the Wielder kicked off from the wall and slammed into his opponent. Together, they flew across the cockpit and tried to punch at each other. Raelyn punched the captain in the face, but Talin managed to grab the boy's shoulder and hurled him against another wall.

Raelyn crashed into it with a groan and fell to the floor, momentarily dazed. He rolled onto his back with a sigh, only to find Talin standing over him with his sword plunging downward. Thinking quickly, Raelyn erected another barrier over him at the last moment. Caught by surprise, Talin's sword bounced off of the magical surface and caused him to stumble. Seizing the opportunity, Raelyn called his Keyblade to his hand and lunged to his feet, slashing Talin across the stomach as he did so.

The captain let out a cry of pain and stumbled backward, leaning against the glass of the windshield. He clutched at his stomach, feeling the warm blood leaking from his new wound.

At that moment, the ship lurched and stopped moving. Raelyn looked out the window and could see Agrabah in the near distance. They had arrived at their destination. His spirits fell upon seeing a dozen other ships in orbit around the world, waiting for them. Talin laughed triumphantly, giving Raelyn a smug look.

"You're too late…..boy. My Fleet is already unloading their cargo. The slaves will be gone in a matter of minutes…" he muttered. Raelyn narrowed his eyes and pointed the tip of his Keyblade toward the captain's face.

"There still won't be an escape for you." he replied. Talin chuckled.

"Maybe so…" he said and shakily raised his sword, his back still against the windshield. Raelyn realized what was coming and took a step back. "But there won't be one for you, either!" Talin suddenly exclaimed. He then turned his sword backwards and thrusted it through the glass. The windshield instantly shattered and the room vented atmosphere. In a heartbeat, Talin was ripped out into the vacuum along with the contents of the room.

Raelyn had had just enough time to summon his helmet and plant his Keyblade into the ground. He held on to it for dear life, only to look out and see the other ships preparing to fire. "You've gotta be kidding me…" he muttered. He then tapped the side of his helmet, activating the communicator in his ear. "Lorne, we have to get off this ship! They're about to blow it to pieces!" he yelled.

"Way ahead of you, buddy!" Lorne's voice replied. At that moment, the doors to the cockpit burst open and Lorne flew forward in a burst of speed. He was already seated on his Keyblade Rider and he held out a hand to Raelyn as he flew past. Raelyn grasped it and pulled himself onto the back of the Rider. Together, they flew out through the hole where the windshield had been. They cleared the ship moments before the rest of the Fleet opened fire on it.

Once they were clear of the danger, Raelyn leaped off of Lorne's Rider and summoned his own. "Thanks for the quick save. I wouldn't have had the speed to get clear." he said. Lorne nodded from beside him.

"The hostages have already been unloaded on the planet, but they're in a compound just outside the city. If we hurry, we can make it in time." he explained. Raelyn shook his head.

"No, we need to make contact with our allies on the ground. They'll get there faster than we can." he said. Lorne laughed hollowly.

"We don't have any Wielders in Agrabah right now. The only military force on site is a squad of Hidden Legion operatives." he replied. Raelyn cursed under his breath and shook his head.

"We don't have a choice." he groaned. He then tapped the side of his helmet again. "This is Agent Raelyn Yoric of the Light's Enforcers, authentication code 0203. We have confirmed Intel that the Fleet's hostages have been stashed in a compound just outside of Agrabah's capital city. Can you get there before they are taken somewhere else?" he asked the open channel. It took a few moments before he heard a response.

"This is Captain Dylann Yirden of the Hidden Legion, code 413. Affirmative, my team and I are moving. We're five minutes out. I've also got some intel for you. We hacked the computers for the rest of the Fleet and managed to blame another captain for Talin's death. They're moments away from turning on each other." the response came.

Lorne and Raelyn looked across the empty Lanes and could indeed see the twelve ships moving into battle formations against one another. "Typical. They blamed a captain and that guy has three or four ships loyal to him. They're about to blow each other up." Lorne remarked with excitement. Raelyn smiled beneath his helmet.

"We'll let that problem take care of itself. Come on, let's get to the ground and make sure the Legion don't screw up our hard work." he replied. Lorne nodded in agreement, and together they flew down toward the world's surface. (end Invidia)


LATER, AGRABAH…..

"I swear, if they keep us waiting for one more minute..." Lorne growled. He obsessively messed with his bangs, making sure they were still spiked up. He then crossed his arms and went back to glaring across the courtyard. Raelyn clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder as they waited for the Hidden Legion to address them.

At that moment, the man wearing the captain's uniform turned toward them and nodded with a cautious expression. He then began walking their way. As he came toward them, Raelyn studied the man's features. He walked with confidence and was a tall, well-built soldier. He had black hair with bangs that bordered the sides of his face, and grey eyes that seemed to withhold his true thoughts. "Raelyn Yoric, I presume." the man said as he approached and extended his hand. Raelyn stiffly took it, not overly trusting of the Legion.

"Captain Dylann." he greeted. Dylann nodded and turned to Lorne, extending his hand to him.

"Lorne Drex." Lorne said with glared eyes and ignored the captain's offered hand. Dylann slowly curled his fingers and withdrew his arm.

"How are the hostages? Are they all accounted for?" Raelyn asked. Dylann slowly nodded.

"The computers we hacked showed a total of 85 hostages. We have them all, plus the five pirate leaders who were selling them." he explained. Lorne stepped forward in surprise.

"You have Fleet leaders as prisoners?" he asked. Dylann shut his mouth, his lips pursed. Evidently, he had not wanted to tell them. Raelyn stepped in front of the man, causing them to lock eyes with each other.

"This was an LE operation. Those prisoners will be coming back to Heroes' Forge." he said firmly. Dylann scoffed.

"Listen, you did good killing Talin, blah-blah-blah. But I have my orders. The Legion secured these prisoners and we are to take them to the Council. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let you take them. They're going before the Councilors." he replied. Lorne opened his mouth to say something foolish, but Raelyn held up his hand to stop him and spoke instead.

"The Council is more than welcome to question those prisoners…..after the Agency is done with them. This is not up for debate. This was the result of a six-month operation the LE has been conducting. I don't care what the Council has said. You know the laws as much as they do. The Agency has authority in any matters of inter-world security. These slavers have been targeting nine different worlds in the past months. That's the letter of the law." he said, carefully quoting the legal rules written. By Dylann's speechlessness, the Legion captain was not as well-versed in the matters of LE and Council cooperation. Finally, he mustered the will to speak.

"The Agency does not have legal grounds to keep these prisoners from the Council. You cannot have them without a Council representative there at all times." he replied. Raelyn smiled calmly.

"That's within your rights by law to declare. I wouldn't worry, though. I'm sure both the LE Grandmaster and a Councilor will be eagerly awaiting our return to Radiant Garden. You can be certain that Zane will agree with the laws written in this case. You won't be getting them until after we are done questioning them." he stated with a tone of finality.

This was why he proved so effective. His father trusted him to undertake these most important missions because he was more than a simple sword-swinger. He and Lorne were a great team because of their different strengths. Lorne was a mechanical genius, able to take apart any ship, computer, or security system with ease and put them back together. Raelyn was well-versed in the inter-world laws and a capable negotiator.

The Keyblade Wielders had grown so much weaker since the Founder Age that they had had to pick up additional skills to stay ahead of their opponents. They could no longer rely on brute force and magics to win all of their battles.

Dylann grumbled under his breath, knowing he had no other cards to play. "I assume you need a ride back to Radiant Garden?" he said in a monotone voice. Lorne laughed coldly.

"Thanks, but we'll be fine. The Agency keeps a spare ship in the outposts on every Council world. We'll take our prisoners and be on our way." he replied. Dylann looked back at two of his soldiers and motioned to them.

"Fine, but my lieutenants will be accompanying you back as witnesses. They will return to their posts once a Councilor has approved the transfer of the prisoners." he said. With that, he turned and walked away from them.

Now alone, the two Wielders turned to each other and let out laughs of relief. Lorne raised his hand up and Raelyn clapped his against it. "Well done, brother." Raelyn congratulated him. Lorne nodded vigorously.

"Oh yeah. One more for the records." he replied.


THE NEXT DAY, RADIANT GARDEN…..

Lorne and Raelyn escorted their prisoners down the ramp of the Gummi ship with the two Hidden Legion operatives in tow. Awaiting them were two men. One was Turias, Raelyn's father and LE Grandmaster. The other one was the blue-haired Ancient, Zane Alkerias. Lorne kept watch over the prisoners as Raelyn strode forward to his father. Turias beamed at him proudly and the two jovially embraced one another.

"Well done, son, well done! You and Lorne have accomplished an amazing feat!" he congratulated them. Raelyn stepped back from his father with a smile.

"It's good to be home, Father. I hope to spend some time here at home before our next six-month operation." he said with a quiet laugh. Turias nodded, looking at the bruises on his son's face.

"Indeed. You took quite the beating. Report to the infirmary and then get to work on your mission report. Lorne can handle this scum." he replied, his face turning sour as he looked at the slavers. One of the Legion operatives cleared her throat, her attention on Zane.

"Sir, Captain Dylann sent us…." she began, but the Ancient waved his hand impatiently.

"Tell the captain that I am thankful for his thoroughness, and I approve the transfer. I shall remain at Heroes' Forge throughout the entire questioning." he told them. The two operatives nodded and peeled off from the group, walking in the direction of the Council's castle. Zane then looked over at Raelyn, giving him a proud smile. He walked past, gently touching the young man's shoulder as he did so. He reached the troop of prisoners and waved them on toward the LE headquarters. "Off you go, lest you learn what we Ancients do to slavers! The last one there shall serve as a demonstration to the rest of you!" he urged them. With that, the slavers all set off at a hurried pace with Zane at their heels.

Turias chuckled until they were out of sight, now alone with Lorne and Raelyn. "I am proud of you, son. Already, news of your victory has reached us. I am sure you will see no end of questions and admirers. Stop by the infirmary and then fill out your mission report. Once that is done, come by my office. Zane and I have something to discuss with you." he said. Raelyn nodded respectfully to his father.

"I only hope Eskan would have been proud of me, as well." he said with a solemn gaze. Sorrow flickered in Turias' eyes for a brief moment, but he pushed it away with a sad smile.

"Yes, I believe he would be. You fit into his shoes quite well, son." he replied. Raelyn smiled once more at his father and began walking toward the Forge. Turias sighed and looked over at Lorne, who was waiting as if hoping for some praise as well.

"Agent Lorne, I'd like you to visit the infirmary as well, just as a precaution. After that, you may rest until Raelyn has been given your next assignment. Take some time for leisure. You have earned it, my boy." he said somewhat stiffly. He then patted Lorne on the shoulder and headed off toward the lower town.

Lorne found himself standing alone, slightly crestfallen by the Grandmaster's lack of praise for him on a mission that had taken both he and Raelyn to complete. Doing his best to ignore the feeling of bitterness in his throat, he stormed after Raelyn.


Well, now we have been introduced to our new protagonist, Raelyn. He is the first original character who is not a Rikkison that I have crafted for the main character slot. I intend him to be a very different character from those who have come before him. This chapter not only introduced us to Raelyn, but a few other characters as well and set up the first few plotlines of the story. I hope you were paying close attention!

New Characters Introduced:

Raelyn Yoric: Younger son of Grandmaster Turias Yoric and the rising star of the LE. Main protagonist of the story.

Lorne Drex: Another rising Master in the LE ranks alongside Raelyn. The two have trained together for years and have established a deep bond of both friendship and rivalry. They are frequent partners on missions and Raelyn considers him his best friend.

Talin: Captain and leader of the Pirate Fleets that Raelyn and Lorne have spent six months dismantling. Deceased.

Captain Dylann Yirden: A captain in the Hidden Legion and an upright man of honor. His position in the Legion pits him at odds against the LE on principle.

I believe that is everything. I hope you enjoyed this one, as always. I think the next mission for the boys will have a few people excited. If you're a returning reader familiar with the other stories, the next couple of chapters will definitely be a callback. Stay tuned and thanks for reading!