AN: Uggggghhhhh! I like to apologize to everyone for the long ugly wait. You know how computer problems are. I hope everyone is still here.
Statler and Waldorf watch from the iron bars of their theater 'box'.
Statler: How long are we here for?
Waldorf: Twenty Years.
Statler: If I had know that the judge was giving us the box I'd ask for the chair!
And no the whole story won't be that long.
Anywho . . . lets continue.
CH – 11
Borglr silently shouted.
Dante saw the horror in both their eyes as Borglr silently shouted at Dante in the same fashion. The sire of the Falkuub, Jingo, was an Honored who survived hunts that few would take, battles that cost one of her arms. And the worst part of it was that she was sitting on the top row right behind them. When the burly warrior rose all made room as she came down. When Kujhade turn to point her out Dante was suddenly lifted in the air be the nape of his neck. Dante struggle before seeing the ground sway like a swing under him. The he was brought to her face. She had a stern 'You are garbage' look in those yellow and red eyes with black spaces around. The black mottled upon her green skin made Dante think she would be excellent in hiding in the deep jungle.
She then walked over picking up her son under the dreadlocks in the same fashion. Now with two people who bickered as pups fight needed to be finished.
"Both of you are going to finish this fight that my son wanted and you were foolish enough to fall into." The Honored spoke. "Though this will not be done normally."
The Honored set them down. "Normally by custom when one provokes another the two must fight. However . . . You newcomer have injured my son. He cannot fight normally. So I give you this chance: put back my foolish son heart into his chest, or you will face me."
Dante looked at the heart in his hand. Beating strongly in a pattern so different from a human.
Dante then walked back over to the son; with his hand glowing reached into his chest causing all the valves to reattach themselves and the blood to retract and the hole to close-up.
Always show some shred of mercy to a fool you defeated . . . and never fight and angry mother of any kind without probable cause.
Dante froze upon feeling a pressence behind him. It stood tall before leaning down to Dante's right ear with a deep growl that rumble from within and into his ear. "Just this time I will let this fight be postponed due to your impending Chiva. But remember: never wound what you can't make into a trophy."
Dante snapped around to see Kujhade and Borglr walking toward him while the remaining observers began to dissappear. Dante felt he may have showed off too much.
After three cycles have passed . . .
The sun rose slowly in steady from its slumber causing the rain of the past night to rise in mist the made the planet's star solar ray shine in shafts of lights through the trees. A six legged creature of deer-like appearance strode into the area before looking extending its neck down to bite the green dewy grass. The presence of no natural predators allowed the other members of the heard to appear from the mist. Though they themselves believe that they be able to graze in peace. But the sound of a objects falling out of the sky at a high velocity. With a warning call the heard the rest made a swift escape to the treeline. With a break in the clouds and a thunderous boom six dart-like objects hit the ground in a explosion of dirt and fire. The metal on the outside was red-hot upon entry in the planets atmosphere. These 'lawn-darts' began the sequence of cooling the outside hull with extinguisher smoke to make exiting easier. The hatches beeped and open to let the sunshine through the mist fill the eyes of the hunters masks.
Each took the breathing mask off and unbuckling the Unblooded exited the pods to see this world about round them. Each outfitted in the stranded armor of the trial; light sturdy armor on their shoulders, shins, wrists and waists with cloth attached to it. The stranded armor for speed which was key. Dante was probably the only one who felt vulnerable as he The six were of ready aura. With choice of weapons of which they wish to start in their lives they started off in the direction of the relay point.
Before the departure the six entered a room where they were given a lay out of the area of the ruin. From where they would land they are to venture south to near the equator where it's sited. A ruin of a thousand years of history, competition, and bloodshed. The eyes of Dante studied everything that was needed to known for this first hunt. For there is no room for failure if he wishes to live.
The jungle mist was almost blinding the group decided to find the to higher ground out of the mist before venturing to the objective. Dante looked at the green and kneed to touch it. Wet, thick, and yet alien for this the first time he stepped foot on another world. His heart beat quickened with little excitement that a little boy's fantasy came true. For him that is.
They began to make to walk as ordered by the Battlemaster that they should reduce their running or sprinting to a minimal. Kiande Amedha are not be engaged with low energy.
Dante looked and saw that the mist became to clear up revealing the natural beauty of a lush green forest world. Walking with sun piecing treetops put the group in an awe. As far as the mountain range and the green forest that covers it and the rays of morning shine this was one ideal place for a hunting ground. One of the Youngbloods took out a device that once activated 'pinged' as he held it in the air to see where the coordinates were. He then pointed that direction of a mountain.
"The Hive is that way. Bearing two leagues out."
"Alright! Let's kick ass." said the goldish male. Or better defined 'kid' in Dante's opinion.
The deep inner part of the woodland areas were haunting to say the least. The alien birds that squawked and flew about and the furry long-tailed critters that hugged the tree trunks wait as six strange armored animals walked past to pushing the brush out of the way. Before long the path became less rocky and began to flatten out. Relief to those who tire from it. Dante stayed as silent as he can be. Whenever the group got into a short discussion he remain quiet, even going as far as to walk ahead of the rest. The reason for this is not because antisocial behavior. The reason was that when hunting one must be careful. Though he would like to draw attention and draw the prey out. But when they traveled to the location he has be getting a weird... vibe. He feels as if they were walking head long in a trap. Once or twice he thought he heard something whispering. He would even look into the direction about him. Nothing.
The trees that towered over them suddenly cut to a large area big and disturbing gray. The ground crunched and strained under their footsteps. "What the hell he?" The tall green one said.
"Was there a fire here?"
Dante knelt to touch the ground for a closer look. Brushing off the dust to reveal a stiff black material that with the crisscross texture that resemble webbing. Dante then crossed his sense like a electric heartbeat. Dante summoned Rebellion and stepped in-front.
"Look alive! Their coming in fast." Dante shouted as the group turned.
"What? How do you?" retorted the yellow hided male – I mean kid.
"Um oh I don't know uh I sensed it." Dante turned and glared.
"Well I think we need proof." Came the answer from the rest.
Just then Dante swung Rebellion and decapitated a black shine creature that snarled with sharped fangs and inner mouth to top it all off. Light-green blood sprayed onto his jaw down his left side of his chest and ribs. Dante gritted his teeth and doubled over as the acid blood sizzled his skin and bone. Dante dropped to one knee as he quickly activated his regeneration factor. His eyes rolled backwards hard while clutching the area of his chin as his powers fought to against the painful acid. The Youngbloods gathered to see ugly burns and jaw bone began to reverse and heal back before their infrared visioned eyes. With a huffed he stood and cracked his back.
"Oh God that hurt like hell! Simple lesson kids: don't do drugs like 'acid'." Dante exhaled as the pain vanished.
The words of Azulija resonated in his head on these vicious beasts."What are Kiande amedha? The most sacred of all prey that is hunted. They are relentless in their pursuits. Their origins are unknown but to what is known is that when we have finally had a leash on their species we decided to that they were a perfect example for the hunts. A perfect prey and a perfect killer in one lifeform."
Two of the Youngbloods helped Dante to his feet. The armor he wore was a little burned but not breached. In his opinion this armor made him feel silly. Not that he needed it in his battles. The very little that covered his left side down to this abdominals, the caves that were netted with fishnet, and the loincloth that kept riding up was all too much for gladiator's wear. Due to the heat out here it helps that he wouldn't feel hot. But the loincloth riding up his ass is not a perk for him.
They that oversee the Firsthunt fired off the energy beam that once it contacted the ruined temple released all the imprisoned serpents that were frozen in ice. But there was nothing too challenging. Only a fifty kiande amedha Warriors and Drones (The ones who made the hive webs).
"Alright if you all what to live fight on. Otherwise stay out of my way." Dante said as a warning about the intensity of his battle prowess.
"Why?" The tall one scoffed.
Dante merely held up a single molar. "That fucking acid blood hurt. Eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth." The acidic blood can really burn and melt anyone's face off.
With the piecing howl of the horde it was about to get more hairy. The six saw them advancing a far. They rushed forward. To death of life they will meet the challenge head on.
The actions he performed were the strategies Azulija taught on how to effectively defeat them. Dante saw one race on the dirt and before standing on upright to strike with its ribbed chest open - first point of attack. Dante slashed down and across the midsection with Rebellion before having to evade the claw swipes. Changing to Eryx and pummeling the elongated head before uppercut the hissy bitch into the air before bring it back down with his fist crushing the head contents out. Dante Angel dashed just a spear tipped tail barely impaled this stomach. Whipping to the side to server Dante hurdled in a twist before using Arbiter to launch the axe's head downward. The creature snarled and deflected it back causing Dante to homerun the buzzsaw blade to the side taking out a serpent as it pounced.
Little did the group know that a camera drone hovered above from a safe distance to capture the imaging for the overseers; the Battlemaster and Clan leaders watched as the battle began. Each took note of each Youngbloods pros and cons. Some there favorites to whom they root for. But like all other Chivas for the Youngbloods; several may enter, few were left to crown to none were left for a funeral.
Dante growled as the wounds from acid gore healed up. He vision with skyward with the back of his hitting hard on the ground. The kiande amedha pinned him down with clear drool. Dante jerked his hands free to grab the smooth head to force the bugger off. The serpent open it maw to a wide-eyed Dante who was shakened by what was about to hit his face. The inner second mouth gnashed about in Dante's grip.
"Sorry! No ... mouth-to-mouth … for me!" Dante said with a gritted smile. With a rough jerk he pulled maw out before kicking the asshole off. With a spin with legs in a circle Dante was on his feet to take on the next group.
It never seemed to end. But once it did the ship landed to retrieve the survivors. After the landing procedures were finished the ramp lowed to and two guards ventured down before the Clan leaders followed. As expect the survivors who were seated stood up with their kill laid in rows.
Only two survived. Yeyinde and Dante.
Azulija stepped forward as Yeyinde bowed. Azulija wore her favorite black mask blue and silver paint in claw marked strokes.
"In the beginning you were born to the universe and you gave cry, for you were a suckling. As you grew and became a child your cries of need became shouts of the eager young."
The Battlemaster presented the tools to begin the blooding ritual. With the served fingers leaking blood into the metal bowl a metal tool was dipped into as she came closer. Dante was told what was going to happen and got on one knee like Yeyinde with his head raised.
"But now you have slain the sacred prey. You have taste its bite and they have died from yours. Do you accept the Mark of the Dark blades in the blood of your prey to be of great worth to your clan?"
"I do." Yeyinde and Dante spoke.
"Then with this I mark you."
Yeyinde throat rumble as the symbol was etched in the center of his head crest. Dante closed his eye once Azuljia stood in front. The pain came like a red hot porker. The blood flushed in his head as his head nerves were ablaze – yet no noise we made.
"Anointed and bound in blood. Rise Blooded and hunt with you clan."
Yeyinde and Dante rose and followed the leaders into the dropship. The crew began loading the trophy kills into the ship. But all that Dante wondered out of humor is when he will get his own lightsaber.
The knocking at the door echoed throughout the palace until an ear caught it and ventured to the entrance. Dante and Azulija waited with foot and fingers tapping due to the long wait.
"It's a beautiful house when I purchased it but anyone can get lost in there." Azulija commented.
"Exaggerating?" Dante responded.
"Yes and no." she sighed.
Dante shifted in his posture for another question was on his mind, one of a serious nature. "So . . . Besides you and Kujhade – who else is in your family?"
She was about to answer when the door was opened. Dante expected a Yautja butler to answer the door with a name something close to sounding like … somebody who's small? Dante cocked and eyebrow as a yautja child that what he can assume is, from human years, seven years of age answered. Soft ruddy hide with small white dreadlocks and eyes that with a deeper red that seem to resemble fiery rubes. The child wore a small tanktop with a waist robe.
"Greatberry, your home!" She exclaimed with glee as she rushed to embrace Azulija.
"My little sweetfang." Azulija hugged her granddaughter.
The main hall had a feel of a classical rich feel to it – in alien terms – at least that's what Dante speculated with the mounted weapons, statures, and 'rugs' that had a vibe firing neurons. Azulija told her grandchild to fetch the rest of the brood and servants.
In a remote part of the Milky Way Galaxy a monolithic ship moves as a ghost. On board in a chamber a warrior knees before a dark spectral form. Its eyes like a distant red binary star staring down before the stone still man . . .
"My Lord, We received from our Intel that our three agents we sent on the missions you ordered, were killed on their own game reserve."
"Their loss was an unfortunate. However there is a new development within the empire, Ancient. My master has foreseen a warrior of great power within the presence of the Dark Blade clan."
"How?" the shadow asked.
"It is unimportant how. The time has come for a new type of target."
"Where?"
"I what you to go to there is a Yautja base on the world Lodaebar. Within its walls is a relic of the ancient past that they have been studying for more than a century. Secure the relic and purge it of life before the wiping the base for the map. This is your orders." The phantom finished and dissipated.
*Author's Note: Please review and give you opinion. It helps improve my work evermore! ;3
