Stalking
"What the Hell is that?" Miguel thought wearily as he felt someone prodding him awake. As he slowly got up he looked to see who had been prodding him and he froze. Gro'Kesh was standing over him with Gi'Ha framed in the doorway.
"Gro'Kesh, what are you doing here?" Miguel asked in a puzzled manner as he slowly sat up from his bed.
"Young Fury, there is more danger here than we originally expected, all three of the brothers and many of there associates have congregated in this Ooman city" Gro'Kesh said with a note of urgency etched into his voice.
"Tell me something I don't already know" Miguel said with a yawn. "I already killed one of those bad blood associates but not before he told me virtually the same story" he continued his tone weary.
"Really, what happened to this bad blood associate?" Gi'Ha asked his tone slightly skeptical.
"You could say he went to all to pieces after telling me what he knew about his bosses" Miguel replied to Gi'Ha with a smirk that suggested that what he had just said was more than a figure of speech.
Getting out of his bed Miguel stood up and turned to Gro'Kesh with a weary expression on his face. "So now that you're here is there anything else you ask to tell me?" Miguel asked tiredly.
"Yes, where are the two arbitrators that were sent here with you?" Gro'Kesh asked in a monotonous voice.
"I don't know, we separated when we touched down and I haven't heard from them since" Miguel said apprehensively. Now that he thought about it; the fact that the arbitrators were not coming back to the ship probably meant that they had been killed but by whom he couldn't be certain.
"That is troubling news Young Fury, we must find out who killed or captured them and where they are now" Gro'Kesh said with a tone of urgency obvious in his voice.
"Young Fury, why do you have so much Ooman weaponry with you?" Gi'Ha asked as he looked around the room, his eyes taking in the sight of Miguel's human arsenal.
"Seemed like a good idea to have both sets" Miguel said disinterestedly as he turned to face Gro'Kesh
"Gro'Kesh, can you take Gi'Ha and look for them or their corpses while I ask around? I might have a few leads I can follow" Miguel said scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"Fine Young Fury, as you have been on the hunt in this Ooman city for longer than we have I will trust your judgment" Gro'Kesh replied as he motioned for Gi'Ha to follow and with that Gro'Kesh headed out with Gi'Ha following closely behind.
Donning his Yautja armor under his black trench coat Miguel breathed in a deep sigh before placing his mask on. "This situation has to be escalating if Gro'Kesh would come here like that" Miguel thought wearily as he cocked each of his desert eagles and holstered them before likewise mounting his shurikens and combi-stick in places that hid them under his black trench coat.
Mounting his wrist blades and wrist comp on his left and right wrists, Miguel walked out and inhaled a deep breath of hot summer air through his mask. "I guess maybe I should find out what these doors Benelli found mean" he thought stroking the pendent hanging around his neck.
Moving swiftly he bounded across the rooftops heading to the location that Benelli had indicated these mysterious doors were located.
"Why did he have to come with me!?" Si'Mara groaned quietly as she moved silently across the rooftops with Hi'Cho following closely behind. She couldn't have been madder at him if she tried hard, first he had tried unsuccessfully to seduce her and he still had the gumption to follow her around.
She hid her anger however as they continued to move toward where Young Fury had indicated that most of the Ooman bad bloods were located. Looking down from her perch on the rooftop she observed a fairly large group of Oomans loitering on one of the many street corners and motioned to Hi'Cho.
"That's them all right" Si'Mara thought as she tech scanned the group of Ooman bad bloods confirming that all of them were armed with at least some type of weapon.
Silently the two of them observed as one of the gang members cocked a 38. Caliber revolver and began waving it around as if the little pee shooter meant anything. Moving in a coordinated ambush style Si'Mara circled around behind the group while Hi'Cho remained placid on the roof top they had previously occupied.
"3…2…1" She thought signaling Hi'Cho of her intentions. With a roar the two of them activated their cloaking devices and dropped into the midst of the group. As she fell downward into the crowd of gang members Si'Mara somersaulted and extended her glaive bringing it down on one of the gang members. The glaive cleaved his skull and he went down.
The gang turned, tried to organize but Hi'Cho's combi-stick stuck through the back of rear-most gang member. The next several minutes passed in a blur as the gang members fell in droves. As Si'Mara wrenched her wrist blades out of her most recent kill she turned her attention to the last of the gang members.
"What the hell are you!!!" he yelled as he raised his revolver. Moving as quickly as she could Si'Mara ran towards the man closing the distance before he even got off a shot. Moments later the man lay dead upon the ground bleeding excessively from the two deep puncture wounds in his chest.
"You hunt with great skill Si'Mara; you will be perfect as my mate" Hi'Cho said resolutely as he pulled out his ritual knife and began taking the skull of one of the gang members.
"I should use my knife on you so I can cut that idea right out of your thick skull" she thought angrily as she drew her ritual knife and began taking the skull of the Ooman that she had just killed.
From a distance Fo'Sun watched as the female and Yautja young blood she was hunting with peeled away into the darkness leaving behind a bloody mess of slaughtered Oomans. Moving so silently that even the most attuned Yautja senses would have had trouble detecting him. Fo'Sun discreetly followed the two of them as they bounded over the rooftops unaware of his presence.
"That's it lead me right to where you hide female, maybe then we can draw this unusually powerful and mysterious Ooman warrior into the open" Fo'Sun thought happily as he continued to follow them keeping out of sight.
"What is that Yautja doing following us?" Si'Mara thought slightly worried as she and Hi'Cho continued to move across the roof tops and descended into their ships hiding place. She had noticed the Yautja a few moments ago and it had made her feel very unnerved, however the possibility did exist that he was simply another hunter of a different pack.
"Guess I should contact Young Fury just in case he means trouble" Si'Mara thought as she keyed the frequency Young Fury had given her to her into her wrist computer. She had just completed inputting the code when the rest of the Yautja that comprised her pack greeted them effectively distracting her.
Just outside the hideout Fo'Sun punched in a frequency on his own wrist comp. "Hrak'Ni, this is Fo'Sun, I have found the female's hideout, gather all of our associates that you can and converge on my location" he said excitedly as he activated his beacon.
Miguel stopped in his tracks as he heard the com on his wrist computer emit a small whine signaling that someone was trying to contact him.
"Si'Mara what is it?" Miguel asked quietly as a holographic image of her appeared on his wrist comp.
"Some strange Yautja followed me and one other member of my hunting pack back to my ship, I think he might want to cause us some trouble." Si'Mara said quietly with worry evident in her voice.
"I'm on my way, where is your ship located?" Miguel asked glancing around to see if there was anyone following him.
"I'll activate the ships beacon to the frequency of your wrist comp" she replied. Moments later a pulsing dot appeared on his holographic map of the city.
Without even pausing to think about it, he changed his direction and began moving swiftly in the direction of Si'Mara's ship.
"I'm going out for some more hunting" Hi'Cho announced as he made his way towards the ship's ramp and disappeared down it.
"Finally he leaves!" Si'Mara thought with relief as she mounted her skull on the wall of her quarters. To her his exit meant that perhaps she could finally get some peace for once.
Outside of the ships hiding place the three concealed brothers watched silently as one of the Young Bloods exited the ship and made his way off into the night.
"Now we move!" Hrak'Ni said motioning to the dozen or so Yautja behind him. In a swiftness that rivaled that of a cheetah the bad bloods moved out of their hiding place and up the still open ramp of the ship quickly dispatching the Young blood that stood guarding the entrance.
The Young Blood pack in the ship was taken aback as the bad blood group stormed up the ramp and into the ship. Their surprise lasted only moments however as they quickly took cover and powered up their plasma casters.
Si'Mara cocked her head in alarm and confusion as she heard a roar of rage and the loud whines of plasma caster fire. Si'Mara thinking quickly hid one of the small beacons in the bottom part of her loincloth. These beacons were carried by most hunters for situations which they became stranded but not dishonored like if the wrist comp and its beacon had been destroyed in battle.
Collecting her glaive she ran to the door and keyed it open before stepping out and moving towards the sounds of battle.
"C'jit!" Si'Lok cursed as a plasma bolt narrowly missed him. These Young Bloods put up a spirited resistance he had to admit but there fight was in vain. 3 of the six in the pack had been killed in the initial attack but the remaining three had pinned them down and there was still no sign of the female.
Pulling out the pair of repeating spear guns he carried and prepping the twin plasma caster on his shoulder Si'Lok peered around the corner and prepared to make his move. As another plasma bolt singed passed his head he stepped out from cover and fired all four of his weapons at once.
Si'Lok watched with satisfaction as both bolts and spear tips impacted the Young Blood simultaneously causing him to fly backwards and impact solidly with the wall before he fell to the floor as a mass of steaming flesh. Trilling with exhilaration Si'Lok stepped back behind cover as another blue plasma bolt sailed towards him.
"Time to end this" Hrak'Ni thought angrily as he dodged yet another plasma bolt by centimeters. With a mighty roar he extended his dual wrist blades. Unlike regular wrist blades Hrak'Ni's had been customized to sport three blades instead of two and he had one on each of his wrists.
The uniqueness of these weapons combined with the brawling style of fighting that he favored made him a deadly and nasty customer in fight. With a mighty roar Hrak'Ni charged at the two remaining Young Blood Yautja with such speed that neither could fire their weapons in time.
Utilizing his great strength Hrak'Ni impaled the two at the end of his wrist blades and lifted them into the air where they hung limp. Spinning around Hrak'Ni threw the corpses with such force that they flew off of his wrist blades and crashed into the wall leaving massive dents in the steel.
"Now stop messing around and find that female, and remember she is to be taken alive" Hrak'Ni growled in frustration. Splitting up into several groups the bad bloods began to methodically search the ship for their prey.
"Come here and get me" Si'Mara thought angrily as she extended her glaive and crouched in the shadows. She knew that with the numbers they had she was dead but at least she was going to go out fighting and maybe take one or two of them with her if she was lucky.
Preparing for her ambush Si'Mara watched anxiously as a number of bad bloods rounded the corner.
"Come out, Come out wherever you are" Si'Lok trilled in amusement as he moved slowly through the corridor with several associates in tow. The female was definitely nearby he could smell her scent and it was strong with hatred and malice.
"Come on female, attack me" Si'Lok thought maliciously as he prepped the net gun on his wrist gauntlet and waited for the female to make her move.
Si'Mara positioned her glaive for a killing charge as she readied her will power and courage for what she knew had to be a suicidal charge. Taking one last breath to steady herself Si'Mara stepped from cover and charged the bad blood at the front of the pack.
"Finally" Si'Lok thought eagerly as the female came at him with a glaive and a burning heat signature that suggested she was eager to take a chunk out of his flesh.
Si'Lok reacted swiftly and rolled out of the way effectively dodging her vertical slash. The unmasked associate behind him however was not as fortunate and his skull was instantly cleaved in two as the glaive made contact with it.
Rolling onto one knee Si'Lok aimed his net gun and fired it just as the female turned. "Yes!" he thought excitedly as the capture net wrapped around her causing her to drop the glaive which fell to the floor with a loud clang.
Si'Mara groaned in anger and frustration as she felt the net pull tighter, it wasn't getting so tight that it was crushing her however so she quickly deduced that it was a live capture net. "I Can't believe I let this happen" she thought angrily as she lost her footing and fell to the floor.
Suddenly she felt something sharp sting her back, her vision blurred and her world went black.
"Now I can do to you what I did to your mother" Si'Lok thought maniacally taking the injector out of the now unconscious female hybrid and fingering the crescent shaped scar on his abdomen at the same time.
Picking up his captured prey Si'Lok moved to join his brothers and associates who were descending the ramp. Without another sound the brothers and there still living associates bounded out into the city carrying their netted captive with them. One however stayed behind and lay quietly in wait.
As Miguel landed in a squat on the roof adjacent to where Si'Mara's ships hiding place was located and deactivated his cloaking device he could immediately sense that something was wrong. Flaring his nostrils he sniffed the air to find that it reeked of Yautja blood.
"Si'Mara!" he thought desperately as he dropped to the street, drew both of his D. Eagles and moved cautiously up the ramp. He hadn't got more than a few paces however when a blue plasma bolt shot out at him and caught him full the chest.
He flew backwards crashing into a concrete slab causing a good part of it to break off. He stood up quickly and realized that the bolt had not harmed his flesh, it had destroyed the upper portion of his armor.
"Shit" he cursed angrily as he tore off his ruined upper body armor and threw it to the ground in frustration. Without even pausing Miguel brought both his guns to bear on the Yautja now emerging from the shadows of the ships interior.
Miguel fired both guns rapidly and watched as the bullets smacked into the flesh and armor of his assailant. Reloading his guns Miguel holstered one of them and threw one of his shurikens. The shuriken whirled through the air with deadly precision. The Yautja moved his head just in time to prevent his head from being severed but a number of his dread locks were sheered off by the shuriken.
The Yautja let out a roar of rage and activated its triple dot targeting system attempting to draw a bead on Miguel. He didn't give the bad blood the opportunity however and dived to the side as the blue bolt flew past him and demolished the concrete behind him.
Drawing his 2nd D. Eagle and putting away his shuriken Miguel stood up and fired rapidly at the plasma caster. Several of his shots found there mark and minutes later it sparked but could not manage to emit another deadly bolt.
Slamming fresh magazines into his D. Eagles Miguel holstered them and drew out one of his shurikens in the same motion and threw it as hard as he could at the Yautja that now was charging him with combi-stick in hand.
The void steel shuriken sawed through the combi-stick with ease and severed the fingers on the bad blood's left hand. The bad blood roared in pain and stepped back clutching what remained of his hand.
Seizing the moment with alacrity, Miguel charged at the Yautja pinning him with his arm and drawing one of his D. Eagles. Miguel placed the gun under the bad bloods chin and discharged the weapon. The bullet went clear under the mask, through his mandible jawbone and into his brain causing the bad blood to collapse on the floor like a ton of bricks.
Miguel didn't even need to check to know that his assailant now lay dead.
He was about to go search the ship when the dead bad blood's wrist computer activated and caught his attention. Severing the Yautja's wrist with one of his shurikens Miguel picked it up and watched as the hologram of a Yautja appeared.
Miguel had no trouble recognizing that the one on the hologram was Hrak'Ni, the leader of the bad bloods he was hunting. As Miguel continued to look at the hologram it started speaking in a fashion that suggested that it was a prerecorded message.
"If you are hearing this message Ooman than our associate has failed in the task assigned to him. We know that you killed our brother Black Heart and now you will pay for it. We have the female hybrid with us, she is alive but we can quickly change this if you do not comply with what we want. Bring the seal of our sire to this location in 48 hours of your Ooman time or we will kill her." The message ended with a beaconed location.
Copying the location into his wrist computer Miguel sat back against a slab of concrete thinking hard. "How did it ever come to this, how could I have been so stupid as to get her involved?" Miguel asked himself angrily.
"Should I give this up?" He thought fingering what he what he believed was the seal of Black Heart's sire as Hrak'Ni had said it.
"No, I've got to find out what it all means" he thought as he got up from where he was sitting, anger like he had never known was coursing through his veins however he would utilize it instead of being consumed by it.
However what bugged him was how he would be able to fight so many Yautja, even with Gro'Kesh's help he doubted that they could do it. From the new information he had received from the elder there was as many as forty bad blood associates on the planet and he had no doubt that they had gathered every single one of them for a final showdown.
No in order to beat those odds he needed a plan, a bold plan, a plan that surpassed insanity in its level overkill, collateral damage and needless destruction, a plan that was…human.
Walking over to a payphone kiosk across the ruined street Miguel inserted a quarter found on one of his human kills and dialed in a number.
Moments later he could here Benelli's voice answer his phone. "Hello?" Benelli asked placidly if cautiously.
"Benelli, this is Miguel, think you can meet me at Luigi's in an hour?" Miguel asked.
"Sure I'll be there, why?" Benelli responded with faint confusion present in his tone.
"Were going hunting" Miguel replied resolutely before he hung up the phone and vanished into the shadows of the night.
Sorry if I am late in getting this chapter out but it has been a hellish few weeks. Also to those who also read my Warrior of the Queen story I have temporarily postponed it until I finish with this story.
Please review and I'll see you next time!!!!!