Cat & Mouse

Clash of Titans

Blaze, Archer, and Blade had tracked the bad blood to an abandoned planet. It was very dense with tall, thick trees. It also had many mountains, valleys and gorges. Naturally the three went their separate ways in order to scout around to find where the bad blood had made camp. Archer was the one to find it. Looking around the camp there were a few large cages. One could only assume the bad blood had hounds, or they once housed the kidnapped game he was now hunting. There was one smaller cage and Archer had a bad feeling about it. Pulling up his gauntlet he looked at another 3D holographic map of the planet. Tapping a few more buttons, the heat signatures appeared. Once he located the smallest one, he instantly ran towards it. In fact he actually sprinted. When he arrived to the heat signature the child was hunkered down and crying quietly. He silently climbed into a tree, his cloaking device on. He stayed there and watched over the child. He sent Blade and Blaze a message. Instructing them to observe the other humans. If they were honorable, Archer planned to bring them and the child together. Blaze responded that a few of the captives had joined together. Two were female, one appeared to be medical staff and the other appeared to be military. The male in the group seemed to be ex-military. Archer sent Blaze the coordinates of the child with the instructions to chase the trio to it.

Blaze and Blade joined together in order to start corraling the trio to the location. They merely had to show themselves, growl and lunged at them. The group immediately sprinted away as they yelled. Archer snapped his attention at a distant howl. Glancing at the heat signatures, the hound would make it to the child before the humans did. Archer stood up from his perch, preparing to intercept. The hound came into view, charging full speed. The child screamed, conveniently standing up and running towards the trio. Archer leaped from the tree hitting the ground in a sprint. Dropping his center mass, he slammed his shoulder into the oversized hound tackling it to the ground some meters away from the child. He pulled his bow and an arrow. He nocked and loosed the arrow at the oncoming second hound. The hound shrieked before collapsing and dying. Where there were hounds, a Yautja wasn't far behind. In this case, a bad blood. Before the tackled hound could stand to charge again, Archer pulled his knife out. He swiftly stabbed it into the canine's torso, puncturing through the lung, ribs and into the heart. Allowing the canine to die as painlessly as possible. Archer's cover was already blown now thanks to rescuing the child. He didn't bother to cloak himself again when he came face to face with the bad blood. The bad blood and Archer stared each other down. This was bad, Archer knew hand to hand, but it wasn't his specialty. By the time he was able to ready his bow and aim the Bad blood would already be reaching him and he'd be wide open. Really didn't think this through so well. He knows, and used a child as bait... Archer thought to himself. The bad blood had an amused and arrogant gleam in his eye. "Blooded are so predictable." He sneered in their language. Just then one other bad blood uncloaked behind the first one. That was definitely not in our briefing. Archer thought internally. Archer just growled. He only needed to distract them so the child could get away. Glancing at his gauntlet he saw they were close. In his field of vision he could see a message from Blaze. The child and the trio had met, and of course they took the child in. The emotions of human females were weaknesses at times. Other times they became strengths. The drive to protect due to the maternal instincts of the human race knew no bounds. Unfortunately the group was traveling his way.

Archer started to step backwards. The Bad bloods tensed ready to attack. He had an arrow nocked in seconds and launched it at the duo of bad bloods. It exploded near them, and did some damage to their legs, but didn't hit them enough to kill them. Archer turned and ran. The Bad bloods roared in anger and began chasing after him. Their plasma castors firing rapidly. Archer was navigating through the dense forest at a nearly blinding speed while dodging blast after blast, zigging and zagging to make it harder to aim. He knew he wasn't going to get away, but escaping was not his intention. He was simply using himself as bait. He wanted to get the pair as far away from the group as possible, and so far it was working. He also knew what awaited him once he got captured, but it didn't matter. Behind him he could hear the bad bloods were only getting angrier. An unseen force slammed into Archer from the side. A third bad blood uncloaked itself as it tackled Archer to the ground. Archer roared kicking him off. He quickly stood, but the other two had arrived and he was surrounded. One landed a powerful punch, making Archer stumble into the fist of another. Once again stumbling back only to be punched again. They repeated this process of punch after punch for some time. They even escalated it to kicking him or slicing through his flesh with a knife. Archer was beginning to lose consciousness, his vision switching between blurred and dark. Finally one of them grabbed Archer by his throat and lifted him up as their hand tightened around his esophagus. With a roar the bad blood raised Archer higher before slamming him down as hard as possible. There was a distinctive crack, and Archer hacked up some blood. It was at this point everything went dark. After many attempts and nearly 24 hours, Blaze and Blade were still unable to reach Archer at all. They glanced at each other. Blaze began typing into his gauntlet. Using his mask he tapped into Archer's mask. All he saw was his brother's body. He was tied against a large stone pillar. His armor had been stripped off, and his weapons were gone as well. His head hung low, the dreadlocks covering his face. However it was easy to see the flourescent green blood dripping from his mouth. Looking at the rest of his broken body there was more blood: some dry and some fresh. It wasn't hard to guess he had been tortured. Blaze growled. The bad blood was going to pay for that. Blade snarled at the sight, it only made him think of what happened to his clan and his younger brother. Blaze instructed his brother's mask to scan the area. Once the mask recognized the coordinates and pin pointed them on their holographic map, Blade and Blaze cloaked themselves and ran for the camp.