The nameless yaujta stood high in the trees almost amused at the ooman female that had seemed to look right in his direction, as if she saw him so clearly only to brush it off as a trick of the light. The thought of mounting Ooman a heads on the wall was delightful, if they were a challenge that is. Challenging or not, killing oomans were not a priority for his team this mission. his main duties were to capture the young traitors before they did something stupid. His two teammates X'ol and Salvak who although quite different from each other, they made an interesting crew.
Hot headed but very impressive in hand to hand combat and raw power was Salvak, a more up close and personal hunter and X'ol, although a little obsessive and compulsive, was smart and proved to be very patient with his prey, a long to mid range fighter. his canon precision against the hard meats were among the highest of the new bloods.
X'ol and his two brothers were all very talented with technology they decided to split up to challenge themselves further. Salvak however, trained to be his own siblings, his pure brute strength and raw instinct made so that he always had his own back, even when in a team. Although it was never proved, there was a rumor that during his trial claiming that he ripped a chunk of his brothers head out during an argument. but it was mostly just to scare the maturing cubs from bothering him with sparring. Surely Salvak was fully capable of ripping flesh as hard as his own kind but his brethren had met an honorable death by the hard meat queen.
Similar to Salvak the Namless New Brother also wanted to hunt alone ever since his two teammates fell on his trial in the jungle he decided he wanted to hunt without a team and be by himself.
On his own he was capable in many ways, but he would not be allowed to hunt alone until he had much more experience and trophies. Being young is truly a process for a teenage yautja, slaying hard meats in the temple seemed much easier than this, stalking, preying on his own kind for the good of his clan. The only good thing was that he had earned the right to his cannon and his armory, but even still, this was new even for him.
Being back on earth, but far away from the temple in which he trained since cubhood to dominate and succeed. He was now free in a forest teaming with life, a new setting a new challenge, new opportunity to battle to was both invigorating and exhausting.
although he couldn't feel the warmth of the sun from his own atmospheric netting, he felt it began to rise and bring warmth to the trees and earth around him.
Somewhere between these river and rocks and trees, his targets hid from sight as best they can.
But he would not let them escape his claws.
Their team was one out of the three of young blooded teams, tasked with finding them, the first team to find them will be the victor and gain the most experience, and be the most rewarded. His clan unlike some others, enjoyed the thrill of the game.
A mission given to his team and a few other newly blooded brothers to find the bad bloods, capture them ,and subdue the hatchlings before things got out of hand, the elders could have easily sent an experienced Enforcer to track them, but the elders love to challenge the young even in travesties such as so.
Those who went against the Yautja code of honor were very rare selection of spineless idiots. He wouldn't be able to find their motive without choking it out of one of them. Even his best guess was still very unclear to him.
Bad bloods with around the same experience as himself, maybe less. they were young and had potential and yet they ruin their own standing like this? For what?
He and X'ol conversed about it through coms when they first split up to divide and conquer.
Why steal the the hatchlings?
X'ol had growled, hanging upside down in a tree as it clicked quietly, a few hikers trekking up the trail beneath him.
For war? For their own personal hunt?,
Already a mile or two away from him he moved through the trees against the ways of the rivers.
Were they that insane?
Maybe they meant to train them as their own hunting hounds?
No, they lack the experience.
they were way too inexperienced to coax a hard meat in such a way or else they would have just sent enforcers after them.
This planet is teaming with different life forms especially the sentient Ooman race, some proved as worthy opponents and trophies while others easy kills.
the batch of humans down hill were not very promising. They may just get in his way, but hopefully they got in the ways of the bad bloods and slowed them down for he can capture them. In his studies and training he had learned that
most humans are weak, but it is their wit and craftsmanship that catch his kind off guard more than rarely.
It would be dishonorable to kill the weak and young of any kind, but with their status being ripped right from them, the bad bloods might not follow the code of honor anymore.
He climbed up a high trunk almost effortlessly and began a wide search scan on the surroundings in front of him. There were several humans and animals in the radius, a pack of humans right below the rocky erosion of mountain to another rocky trail. His scans picked up a trace of untagged Yautja pheromones, each team had their blood tagged as allies, this predator would have to be one of bad bloods that were down there across the river.
Would this really be that easy?
Or is this an orcistrated attack or trap.
The moment he looked down is where an Ooman female had caught sight of a shine of his cloak against the rising sun. Without even realizing it, clumsy and dumb for the most part, the ooman had an eye for a very distant glare off of his cloaked armor. She looked right at him and then had fallen and forgotten all about it. The humans seemed to head in the same direction he was scouting to pass through. Hanging on the thick branch, he began to study his options in his teams best interest . It may be best to hang back until the oomans left before crossing, causing a panic in the oomans could also make the bad bloods even more aware that they were being tracked. however the bad blooded would not simply wait to be captured. He would have to move soon if he had any hopes of locating them and the stolen hard meat hatchlings.
His com growled in Salvak's voice and he turned away from watching the humans to face his com on his gauntlet.
"What have you found?" He clicks his mandibles lowly
"Dead oomans. distant south, Bad bloods hunting" Salvak growled in response.
"Hunting in pack? How many you tracked?" He looked behind is shoulder to the distant humans continuing to drag their luggage across the compact paved dirt and rock making an opening for him to pass. He started to swap trees, waiting for his teammates response
"No. Tracing Single bad blood, will track." Salvak grunted
""Keep contact, alert us what found " he clicked back
"Yes," Salvak hissed.
He crossed another tree before dropping down to the floor on his haunches
He flipped his data flap back open on his gauntlet, preparing his armor and camo for crossing the river before slipping in and swimming across.
"Were approaching the camping area," the Student Professor Aldierez said, "split into four groups of 8 and go to the professor to get your keys for your assigned cabins, and before you ask, males can not group with females."
"Aww, it's 2018 professor. way to spoil a party." Samantha teased.
Eric, age 24 shrugged and grinned, "too bad ladies, you'll just have to wait till later to eat your hearts out."
"Oh please," Angela freed her black hair free from its ponytail for some much needed air.
"I'd rather throw up."
Shana leans into Cassandra with a smirk,
"I kinda agree with Angie' for once." Shana chuckled to Cassandra's snarky grin She had made besides her.
Cass nodded
"Cooties, Is pretty common with these kinds of boys. I'm not surprised."
Christian threw his bag over his shoulder and moved past Cass and Shana to his posse of art prodigy buttwipes who look just like him.
"Ouch Cassandra, not all men have cooties, right Shana?"
Shana was stuck for a second and shrugged. "I don't know about all men having cooties, but Eric Jefferson is definitely infected." She chuckles and smiles at Christian
Cassandra stood in front of Shana slightly and pointed at him behind her back, just for Shana to see.
"He has cooties too."
After a dramatic eye roll from Shana Cass turned away to analyze the little cabins.
She didn't know anyone besides Shana for the most part, besides knowing some names. She would be sure to be in Shana's Cabin, even if she had to football tackle someone out of the picking leaders drawn from paper straws.
She dropped her luggage on the gym mat style mattress. She brought a two blankets but not a sheet so she would have to just do the fold in half method.
The time showed to be now 9:00am and it made her want to sink and melt. Shana placed her items in the top bunk above Shana and she climbed up.
"Did you already check for bugs?"
"Negative." She brought out her flashlight and began to check the mats crevasses. Shana followed her lead and so did the other six girls that shared her cabin.
Angela ,Sam, brigette, Alex, Steph and Asia. The girls from her art class, the other girls Jessie, Mariah, and to be honest she didn't know the rest of the girls name.
"Where are the bathrooms!?" Sam looked in every little storage closet frantically. Brigette had beautiful red hair. Cass watched as she slid off her bunk above Asia's
"The bathrooms and showers are in a separate buildings, I can show you if you want?"
Sam nodded frantically and bounded behind her out of the cabin.
"So what are we doing next?" Cassandra asked Shana, laying down her blankets on the pathetic mat after finding it free of critters for the moment.
"Professor said we regroup at 2 o clock, so for now we eat and nap and stuff."
"Sounds good to me, did you want to go out with me and-"
"I think I'm just gonna rest for now." Shana managed to say through her pillow before going limp.
Cass sighed, with her stomach growling she was definitely ready to snack. She pulled out her nerdy looking lunchbox and grabbed her art bag to venture to locate the perfect snacking spot.
Peeking outside of her cabin the clearing was for the most part empty besides Cristian and Quinn. Quinn was her middle name, literally.
Although boy-Quinn was either several leagues talking above or several leagues down from the holy semi-feminist queen Cassadriella, but he had a nice butt, long hair and pretty eyes which made him desirable in a very low and tolerable way. Outside of their cabin, they chatted about who would make the best pieces during their assignments times later on. When He looked over at her it had been because of movement in the corner of his eyes, but when he saw her he held his gaze for more than too long. Quinn's pretty boy charming smile made her cheeks flush and she quickly made a dash out of their sights and into a nice peaceful picnic place.
"What is it with me and boys with long hair…"
Quinn was 23 and very pretty, he had long thick hair and a baby face that made you wanna throw yourself at him. But his personality was his own shut down, in her opinion. He was overconfident and arrogant in his art classes with her. That kind of personality she didn't quite click with. Not even with non males. She tried to distract herself
Think of the cooties, think of the cooties.
She made sure to keep close to the camp so she didn't get too lost but she still ventured out a bit to far for her own comfort.
If Shana was here they probably would have ditched the camp entirely without a problem and find somewhere really spectacular to eat. For now she just settled on a rock that overlooked a wimpy but still admirable stream and began to snack on her salami sub and Cheetos, also inside was a small can of cherry vanilla Pepsi and seven Keebler elf fudge cookies.
She played a rebooted generic version of Tetris on her phone as she munched on the cheesy goodness of her Cheetos in mostly silence besides a few hums of ooh-yum-yum, and the crisp sound of the opening of a semi cold soda.
All though the salami goodness was beautifully sublime to her taste buds it was was dinner that she was most excited for. Hot dogs and hamburgers over a man made fire. She was glad she packed plenty of drinks and snacks to hold her off until then. She had to be careful though, her other subs and precious E. cookies were in the cabin still, if she didn't watch it maybe a raccoon would take her food or even worse her whole bag which cost a whole 180 dollars of spending on clothes for the cute tote bag to be free.
Sales and deals sure are a way to lose money and still feel good about it.
She watched the stream, her eyes following it back and forth as she chewed. She tilted her head back up to chug the remainder of he Pepsi before almost falling completely backwards with a noise breaking the bond of silence and the sound of the waterfall.
It was a strange sound of rustling leaves
"Shana?" She tilted her head back only to come to a conclusion that the running came from across the stream in front of her and not behind. she licked the sticky spilled soda off her cheeks as she stared out into the lush greens and rocks across the little river. The rustling faded quickly. Whatever was moving through the leave was traveling against the flow of the river and clean out of her sight.
"Maybe someone was washing up in the stream and got embarrassed….I mean I am quite a woman.." she laughed to herself, a hand on her bosom with a sneer of staged confidence. "I'm sure they didn't want to ruin the perfect bond between girl and her Cheetos, but…," she looked down at her blue hoodie, little droplets of caramel colored stains were splattered lightly across the bottom of the hoodie from the rest of the little bit of Pepsi left spilling from her startle, "Awww no. Just frickin' perfect. I'm never going t get this out..."
She stood up and walked down to the little river to see if she could wash any off or at the very least lighting some of the color from it as she scooped up water in her hands she heard it again the rustling of the leaves in the distance.
She was almost tempted to see what was on the other side of the river but between the mosquitoes beginning to discover her plump flesh and the occasional cold breeze she'd rather not cross the river anyway. Maybe when Shana wanted to explore with her, she'd definitely feel more confident about adventuring if she wasn't alone.
She looked down at the damp parts of her hoodie to see if any of the stains lightened but for now it stayed unknown. She dusted off her self and began to shuffle back to camp.
Now was the perfect time to take a well needed nap.
She would find her mysterious across-the-river-person later or not at all.
With the swing of her hips she quickly grabbed her Star Wars lunchbox and the remainder of her sub and bolted back to camp before any more mosquitoes would close in on her juicy thighs.
this took me so long because I written way too much for one chapter and I was finding it hard to find out how and where to break it apart and still make sense, you guys were on me though and I appreciate it. I hope this makes sense and sounds alright for you guys, my semester is over so I will try to upload more chapters when I find the time and inspiration to not write garbage. kek.