Broken Spirit, Broken Teams
Chapter Two
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For now…
Arrakis stood in the team barracks and surveyed his team, the map that the BloodRite challenge would take place in would be Rankin, an old warehouse that was best played while it was raining… Of course, it was always raining there. Arrakis thought of the best people for the job, Spark was one, the merciless robotic killer was obviously his choice.
But who would be the other member? Aurora was good at using tactics, which could get them out of a sticky situation. Then there was Hannible, a genetic mutant from the NightMare classification, who was fond of pain, and was a nut with a minigun. Then Victor, a quite type who liked the use of stealth in everything he did, usually just using his hands and a knife as weapons. But which one would he choose?
"All right, who doesn't want to fight in this one?" Arrakis said.
None of the members raised their hands.
"All right then, lets see, hmm,"
Spark walked into the room at that second "Sir, under my tactical analsyst I have found who would be the best at this arena,"
Arrakis turned, "Yes, good, who?"
Spark simply lifted a finger to Victor, who saluted the robot.
"Alright, that's the team, rest of you kids don't bring this house down while we're gone," Arrakis said.
…Rankin…
Gerard's team, consisting of him, a Gen'Mo'Kai, and one other human, were already there when Arrakis arrived, when all of them settled a Liandri member stepped forward to address the combatants, unlike the usual robots they used for buissness, this was a tall, gaunt, man with flowing robes and tattoos covering much of his head.
"Welcome gentlemen, this is a sanctioned Blood Rites challenge, it is a deathmatch where, if Gerard's team wins, they will get Spark of Arrakis' team, this is a fifteen kill match at Rankin," With that the man chuckled and pressed a button in front of them, and the arena materialized around them.
Arrakis looked around where he spawned, a bit of water dripping from a crack in the ceiling was pooling in front of him, but that didn't catch his attention, the Shock Rifle behind the puddle was, he grabbed the rifle and ran into a hallway.
Gerard had a mini-gun, and when he say the red of Arrakis' armor, he immediately fired, Arrakis ducked behind a wall, Gerard had him pinned, he began advancing and… A flak cannon tore him to shreds.
Spark looked at the Flak Cannon with admiration, if he could feel emotion, he was sure he would feel glee.
Victor made his way past a Bio-Rifle, not bothering to pick the thing up, he snuck up on a Gen'Mo'Kai, fiddled with his knife, and drove it trough the alien's throat, receiving a splat of blood on his gauntlets, he muttered "Son of a Bitch!"
Arrakis' team had quickly won the game, using perfect team work to gain the fifteen kills. Gerard wouldn't want to try Bloodrites for a LOOONG time.
Arrakis received a note after getting to the quarters: The rules were changing, the competion would become the 2nd Unreal Championship, with new melee rules and hosted on the Nahkti's home world.
