... Hello there. So uh… yeah, I'm doing another Apex story. Hope I didn't offend anybody with the ToD thing. I'm getting addicted to writing them (thanks Insane, you do those too well). But anyway, I've decided to write a story centering around Bloodhound because, well, they're my main. Anyway, I won't keep you any longer, please, enjoy. Also, if I accidentally gender Bloodhound, please notify me so I can fix it. I honestly don't mean to, I'm just… used to using he/him or she/her pronouns, if that makes sense. So, I apologize, and let me know. I'll do my best to catch them before they get to the final product though.

Chapter One

"Attention. Winner decided," the screens across the Outlands changed to show the Champions of the season ending Apex match. "You… are the Apex Champions," the screen showed Wraith, Bloodhound, and Octane, whom, of course, was hopping in excitement. While the Legends were loaded onto a dropship and taken away, the screens showed their stats. Bloodhound was on top of the game, scoring a whopping 13 kills with 4,238 damage racked up. Wraith and Octane were close behind them. Octane was fidgeting the entire time back to the large ship that housed the Legends during the season.

"Ugh, now I'm gonna be bored the entire off-season," Octane groaned.

"Hopefully you learn to sit quietly," Wraith muttered.

"Hm," Bloodhound simply sounded, inspecting Raven's Bite.

"So, what are you amigos gonna do with the winnings?" Octane asked. Wraith sighed and clenched her fist. She, supposedly, did not feeling like dealing with Octane.

"I don't know. Get off-planet before mobs swarm me," Wraith answered quietly.

"I will be going off-planet as well," Bloodhound simply answered, replacing Raven's Bite on their belt. They didn't voice their thoughts on the rift being driven between the Legends.

"Cool, cool. I dunno what I'm going to do,"

"Oh, you'll find something, I'm sure of it," Wraith muttered. The ship finally docked in front of the other ship and they were taken off. They came back to the mostly stewing silence the Legends had become used to. There were the usual congratulations from Gibraltar, Pathfinder, Lifeline, and Mirage. Caustic was holed up in his little area, as was Crypto, Rampart was working on Sheila, and Revenant was supposedly stalking Loba and Wattson was reading in her area. Bloodhound silently moved to their area next to Wattson and released Artur from his cage. They put Artur on their shoulder and fed him a treat then scratched his neck.

"Do not worry Artur," Bloodhound said. "We will be on the Hunt again soon," Artur seemed to caw in happiness.

"Hey, real quick," Bloodhound looked up to find Wraith standing at the entrance to his abode. "Wherever you're going, be careful. There's a… web, you could say, around whatever you're doing. You're the only levelheaded one of us right now. Don't go dying," Wraith walked away, leaving Bloodhound to ponder over the premonition.

"We are capable fighters, yes Artur? We'll be alright," Artur cawed in response and Bloodhound scratched his neck. "The Gods will bless our Hunt. I'm sure of it," Bloodhound leaned back and closed their eyes behind their mask. Artur hopped onto their desk and Bloodhound fell asleep quietly.

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Bloodhound awoke late at night. The rest of the Legends were asleep and outside their window the night sky was alive with the city's lights. Bloodhound stood and lit a candle, leaving their corner of the dropship. They walked into the small entrance area and left. They walked around the city in full gear, catching the eyes of many passersby. Nobody gave them trouble though. Finally, Bloodhound reached the space port. Stepping inside, the Ticketmaster stood and straightened his back.

"B-Bloodhound, sir… ma'am… Bloodhound, um, to what do I owe you the pleasure of this visit," Asked the Ticketmaster, eyes darting.

"At ease, please, Felagi. I just wish to purchase a ticket," the Ticketmaster sat down slowly and opened his computer.

"A-and to wh-where would you l-like to g-go?" The Ticketmaster asked, stuttering heavily.

"Apollo, please," Bloodhound responded. The Ticketmaster's mouth fell agape and his eyes clouded. Eventually, he came back to the world.

"Uh… you, do realize that's at least a three month journey. It'll take a lot of-" the Ticketmaster was cut off as over a million Apex Tokens were deposited into the electronic deposit bin.

"Will that be enough?"

"U-uh… m-more than enough… I'll get you the best pilot I can," the Ticketmaster smiled and Bloodhound nodded, proceeding to walk out.

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One Week Later

Bloodhound slung a duffel bag over their shoulder and made for the exit of the dropship. Most of the other legends have already left. The only ones still packing to leave were Gibraltar, Mirage, and Crypto. Bloodhound was stopped at the exit by a deep voice.

"Hey, bruddah, you mind me asking where you're going. You seem… a lot quieter than normal," Gibraltar asked.

"Just on a hunting retreat," the Hunter replied.

"Cool, cool," Gibraltar said. He bounced on the balls of his feet a moment (Did I use that expression right?) "…Y'know… we could use your help finding the uh… red fellas source code," Gibraltar mentioned, haltingly. Bloodhound's eyes unfocused and they stared off into space. Without looking at the large man, they spoke again.

"I am fully aware. Forgive me for being harsh Felagi, but if this quest will drive a rift farther between us, then I want no part in it. You all are capable fighters. To see all this in-fighting… it is petty, pointless, and saddening," Bloodhound turned and left without another word, not waiting for Gibraltar's response.

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Bloodhound arrived at the ship port a few minutes later. The ship that would be taking him to Apollo was a medium sized one. It was black with red trim. It had two turrets beneath its wings and one on the bow of the ship. The ramp was down and the pilot was leaning on one of the hydraulic rods smoking a cigarette. He was about Bloodhound's height, with an aviator jacket and baggy dark blue cargo pants. He had a holster on his right leg and a knife on his left shoulder. His blonde hair came down to his neck and he had goggles on his head. He spotted Bloodhound and smiled.

"Hey! Over here! I guess you're my passenger," Bloodhound walked over to greet the pilot. "Damn, I wasn't informed I was transporting someone famous," he commented.

"I just wish to know if you can get me to Apollo," Bloodhound asked.

"Oh yeah, of course. I've flown there bunch of times, everyone knows about the IMC labs beneath the surface," the pilot assured.

"Good. That is all I wish," Bloodhound responded.

"Alright then. My names Zeke by the way. I can take your bag," Zeke held out his hand and Bloodhound placed his bag in it. The pilot grunted a bit under the effort but slung it over his shoulder and motioned the Hunter inside. The opening area was just a small seating area. Seats with harnesses lined the walls. A door led into four other rooms. The two on the left, Zeke explained, were bedrooms, one for his passenger and one for him. The other two, on the right were a small dining area and a storage area. Zeke placed Bloodhound's bag in the storage area then turned to the Hunter. "Alright, we'll be off in a moment. Make yourself at home, please," Zeke turned and climbed up the ladder, through the porthole, and into the cockpit. Bloodhound meanwhile entered their room. Sitting on the bed, they surveyed their surroundings.

"Alright, my passenger. Next stop, Apollo!" Zeke's voice sounded over the intercom. Bloodhound sighed and lay down, falling asleep.

Alright, well, I don't think that was too bad of an opening chapter. As always, reviews are the best way to tell me what I did wrong, what I did right, and to give me advice, so please, do that. Again, tell me if I misgendered Bloodhound and a few things. One, I don't know if Wraith can tell other people's futures, I'm gonna keep it for now as a head canon, but somebody tell me if she can or can't. Secondly, you're probably wondering "What the Hell is Apollo?" Well, I'll enlighten you on that. I wanted a planet that was IMC occupied at one point, but is now abandoned. For the most part. I couldn't find a planet or moon like that, so I made up my own, called Apollo. The farthest from its sun, Helios, Apollo spins slowly, so it's constantly caught in a state of one half of it being a hot, unlivable wasteland and the other side being a freezing cold but barely livable wasteland. The reason it's like this, even though it's the farthest from its sun, is Helios is a ridiculously strong star. Like, so strong that the four planets closest to it are not but space dust now. That doesn't really affect the solar system other than the other planets are a tad closer to the sun. Anyway, dotted underground is an entire network of IMC facilities, all of them abandoned by now… or are they? This fic might be progressing a bit faster than I want it to. Might have to throw in some useless filler, I apologize for that. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed and I'll see y'all in the next chapter