The Bad-Blood shook the disorientation from its head. It checked the star-map aboard the escape pod and clicked its mandibles in joy when it saw the coordinates.
"There it is! The being from the sky!" A deep voice said. Murmurs of agreement surrounded the pod. The Bad-Blood sent out its wrist blades and chuckled. This would be fun. The Bad-Blood kicked at the hatch, causing it to fly into the sky. The first thing it noticed were the trees. It was in some sort of forest. The next thing it noticed were the zebras. The black and white equines were wearing primitive wooden armor and were armed with spears and knives. "Wh-Who are you?!" The head zebra asked. The Bad-Blood titled its head. These would not be very honorable prey, but that didn't matter to it. With a roar The Bad-Blood charged. The wrist blades went up a zebra skull. With a tug, the head came right off.
"Kill the demon!" One of the remaining zebras yelled. The small group charged the monster. Two plasma shots dwindled their population by two. The Bad-Blood kicked another one in the stomach, tearing it apart. With disgust, it noted the entrails stuck to his boot. By this time the survivors began to run. That wouldn't do at all, The Bad-Blood soon realized. This world didn't need to know of its existence. Not yet anyway. Leaping into the trees, The Bad-Blood gave chase.
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Ciede awoke with a start. His pod had landed somewhere near rapids, if the sound of rushing water was to be believed. He checked the star-map to see where The Bad-Bloods pod had crashed. The computer told him it was 3.5 Kilometers to the south-east. Before heading out, Ciede checked his equipment. Plasma caster was fine. Wrist blades functional. Vision modes online. Spear at peak condition. Armor relatively unharmed. Three healing crystals. With a grunt of satisfaction, Ciede popped the hatch. The pod was stuck between two rocks in the middle of a rapid river.
"Oh pauk." Ciede said. The opening of the pod caused one of the rocks to move a few inches. It was enough. The rapids caught onto the pod and began dragging it through the water. Ciede looked at his surroundings and realized he was in a jungle. Ciede would've been content to let his makeshift boat take him along but his helmet told him he was heading north. He dropped one of the screws from inside the pod to test the rapids strength. The screw immediately shot forward. Swimming wasn't possible here. Up ahead were several vines hanging from trees. The few hunts Ciede had been in had all taken place in a jungle. He knew how to move in one. With one fluid motion, Ciede leapt from the pod and grabbed the vine. He began pulling himself up. Suddenly, a loud cracking noise rang in the air. Ciede looked over at the tree supporting his vine. It was a flimsy thing. "Please don't." He said in an attempt to appease the tree. Unfortunately, the tree was having none of that and snapped in half. Ciede fell into the rapids like a rock. His helmet would allow him to breathe but at the speed the rapids were going it would only take a single collision to fracture his bones. Rocks and logs sped by at alarming speeds as Ciede resurfaced. He began desperately searching for a way out. Soon, one presented itself. A Zebranian fishing boat was fast approaching. It seemed to be made of a primitive metal. Ciede had no idea if it would survive the impact at such speeds. With a sickening crack, Ciede slammed into the bottom of the boat, his wrist blades stabbed at the metal.
"What the hell was that?!" A voice yelled. Much to Ciedes surprise, a zebra head popped over the side. A look of horror immediately overcame the creature. "Demon!" He yelled. Ciede was also surprised his translator was working. Suddenly, realization overcame him. The generational secret. This was the world of the sentient equines. With a few tugs, Ciede found himself on the boat proper.
"H-Head back to where you came, river demon!" Another zebra said. This one was wielding a fishing spear. A quick scan told him the weapon could barely scratch his armor, let alone puncture it. With a suitable place to leap from, Ciede crouched down and then leapt into the air. He landed on the river bank and took off into the jungle. From behind him he could hear voices.
"Did you see that?! Zaraan saved our lives!"
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The Bad-Blood finished skinning its latest trophy. The skinned zebra would be put on display for all to see. After attaching a vine to the bodies leg, The Bad-Blood dropped the corpse. All around this section of the jungle were similar displays. There were no survivors left.
Content with its work, The Bad-Blood leaped from tree to tree. Its helmet informed it that it was nearing its destination. The sounds of excavation reached its ears.
"Listen up, ponies! Caballeron wants this tomb opened yesterday!" A masculine voice roared. The Bad-Blood activated its cloak. Those voices were not expected. One last leap brought it within sight of its goal. A large, pyramid like temple loomed in the distance. It seemed very Aztec like, odd considering how far away this place is from Earth. Zebra statues, clothed in ceremonial armor, dotted the walls. Surrounding the temple were various griffons, minotaurs, and ponies. They all wore metal armor and they carried crossbows. Although, a few of the minotaur opted to use maces and hammers. The Bad-Blood chuckled. Not even an 'honorable' yautja could pass up such a hunt. Using its helmet, The Bad-Blood tagged several high profile prey. Leaders, griffons, and minotaurs mostly. The closest duo of gaurds were directly below it.
"Hell does old Cabby want this place for anyway?" The first, a griffon, asked his comrade.
"Princess Luna, The Bearer Of Magic, and Daring freaking Do are coming here looking for some aliens or something. Caballeron believes this place is the key. And you know how the boss gets about Daring." The pony replied. The griffon scoffed.
"No one takes getting dumped quite like Cabby." He said. After absorbing this information, The Bad-Blood silently dropped down. Its wrist blades entered the ponys neck, at the same time its other hand clamped down on his mouth. The pony had died silently. The griffon would not be so lucky. He had turned around.
"What the hell?!" He screamed. He flared his wings, his lighter armor allowing him to fly. The Bad-Blood quickly shot him with his plasma caster. Without a torso, the griffon fell to the ground. With a chuckle, The Bad-Blood leapt up towards the temple walls. There were several winged ponies situated around the walls, looking out towards the jungle. It began to approach the nearest one.
"So I said to him, `if you don't wanna be the one to bag Daring Do, that's fine by me. More glory for good old Hammerhead!" The pegasus said. The Bad-Blood tilted its head in confusion. The pegasus was alone and the level of weaponry and armor suggested they're far from radio wave communication. With one fluid motion, the Yautja was upon the prey. The pegasus managed one scream before The Bad-Blood could break his neck. With surprise, The Bad-Blood recognized an earpiece in his ear. Whoever the pegasus was talking to would know something is wrong.
"Hammerhead!" A deep voice roared throughout the temple. Guards and Yautja alike looked towards the source. A minotaur stood in the middle of an arena placed within the temples walls. "Whoever killed my friend, listen up! I challenge you to tweestryd! It is my peoples word for duel! Face me or be forever known as a coward!" The heavily armored minotaur screamed. The Bad-Blood roared in rage. It leapt down to the ground and decloaked. Several gasps were heard as the monster was revealed. The minotaur wore heavy armor and wielded a massive hammer. The Bad-Blood walked up to the arena. "Today, you die monster." The minotaur said. The Bad-Blood laughed.
The two foes collided in a flash of metal. The minotaur brought his hammer down as The Bad-Blood dodged to the right. Several punches pushed the minotaur back. The Bad-Blood charged, spear at the ready. The minotaur moved his body in a way that the spear didn't have a weak spot to take advantage off. The Bad-Blood pushed the spear down, launching into the air like a pole launcher. Clawed boots collided with the minotaurs body. Pushed onto the ground, the minotaur was at mercy to The Bad-Blood. The Bad-Blood dropped down onto the minotaur and began tearing at the armor with its wrist blades. Soon enough, the minotaurs helmet was gone. A scarred, blue face stared at The Bad-Blood. "Finish me, beast." He ordered. The Bad-Blood would be happy to oblige. With a few more stabs, the head came free. The Bad-Blood rose the head into the sky and let loose with a bloodcurling roar. Many onlookers began to scream, only to be silenced as The Bad-Bloods bloodthirst was quenched.
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Ciede was perched on top of a tree. The canopy was quite thick and easily supported his weight. A skinned deer was being cooked by the heat emanating from his plasma casters cooling system. Night was beginning to fall and Ciede was tired from his water ordeal. Ciede checked his helmet once more. The Bad-Blood had stopped in an area 2 kilometers south of him.
"Tomorrow, criminal. We do battle."