Legends of the Brigade

Legends of the Brigade is a story written by and, detailing the history, members, and missions of the Hunters' Brigade.

Prologue
The Po-Matoran ran frantically down a damp and shadowed alleyway in the southern district of Trita Nui. It was the dead of night, and while at most places in the city would still be active, this area was not. Running through the alleys like this, he ran the risk of of running into and being killed by Death Breeders, but that wasn't his main worry this night.

Sweat was beading down his face, and his heart felt like it was in his throat, he was in the clutches of total fear. He looked over his shoulder every few seconds, convinced that he would see the being who was hunting him.

His orange eyes pierced the shadows of the night, offereing a little light in the pitch darkness, but it also gave away his possition to criminals or his stalker. His tan foot squeltched in a puddle of filthy water, sending ripples through it. A lump was forming in his throat, and his muscels ached from running across about half of the district.

He was running so fast, he barely noticed the overturned thash can in front of him, until he tripped on it that is. Muttering foul curses under his breath, he heaved himself upright. He started to run, but fell back again, pain racing through his leg. He looked at his leg, and realised that he had badly twisted his ankle when he fell.

Oh no, he thought in shock and terror, for he knew that with this new injury, his speed to escape from his hunter would be greatly decreased.

Still, he rose, and started running as fast as he could with his hurt ankle. Eventualy, he fell face-foreward once again, cracking his Mask on impact with the hard ground. When he rose his head, he saw a silver, clawed foot in front of his face. He was about to scream, but the foot hit his head, hard, and sent him flying several yards back, and crashing into a dumpster.

He groaned, coughed up a glob of blood, and looked up. There, his hunter stood, spinning a blaster around his hand, his blood red eyes fixated on the Matoran. Quick as lightning, the being grabbed the unfortunate Po-Matoran, and slammed him against the wall, cracking it, and his back.

The Matoran, half dead as he was, could hear the being talking to him, his cold breath washing over his face. "Well, you certainly gave me enough of a chase, but no matter, I shall collect my reward from the Poisoners soon enough."

The being flung the Matoran onto the ground, and an audable cracking noise could be heard. The Matoran painfully turned over so he could see his hunter. "Please, don't kill me, I'm worth more alive!"

The bounty hunter chuckled softly. "It's a small difference. Besides, anyone who gives me so much trouble on a hunt earns death."

The Matoran of Stone coughed, and gasped for air. "your kind don't just kill us, you butcher us."

The being aimed his blaster at the Matoran's head. "You call it butchery. I call it killing with style."

With that said, the being pulled the trigger on his blaster, sending a bullet right through the Matoran's head, instantly killing him. The Po-Matoran's body fell to the ground, a gaping hole in his head. A puddle of blood started to form behind it.

"Lethal" picked up the body of the slain Matoran, and threw it over his shoulder. He would take it to the northeastern district, Poisoner territory and headquarters, and collect his full pay of two thousand widgets.

Ah, another completed hunt, another dead Matoran.

"Lethal" wakled through the large, iron doors of the Brigade's headquarters on Xia. Five days had past since he killed the Po-Matoran, and it had taken four of those days to get back to Xia. He walked through a long, winding hall that led to the throne room. He eventualy reached it, and sat down on the metal throne, with the symbol of the Hunters' Brigade imprinted on it.

He closed his eyes to get as much rest as he could before he would be sent on his next hunt, which would not be very long. He was awakened minutes later by the sound of his door creaking open. In stepped a lean, muscular black and grey being, with on arm and one leg that was robotic.

Witout even openening his eyes, "Lethal" knew who it was. "Hello, "Vizor"."

"Vizor" bowed to his leader. "Sir, a member of the Empire of Shadows has requested an audiance with you in Trita Nui, he says he has a private mission for you."

"Lethal" sighed, and rose from his throne. "Why couldn't they have asked me when I was on Trita Nui mere days ago? Very well, I'll be leaving right away."

"Vizor" nodded, and walked out. "Lethal" sighed. He hated the Empire, but they always made excelent payment for a completed mission.

How can the fools know that we will soon be at war with them?

"Lethal" stood at the peir of the island, watching as Klimeck loaded his supplies on his speedboat. "Be careful with those, you lummox, those are fragile and expensive."

Klimeck nodded stupidly. "Okay boss."

"Lethal" tapped his foot on the timber of the pier. He would call Klimeck and idiot, but that would be an insult to idiots everywhere. He had a very strange personality. Of corse, he was intent on killing, death, and all those things, but he one very strange thing about him: he was terrorfied of water.

Eventualy, the large being finished loading the boat, and stepped aside, careful not to fall into the water. "Lethal", without even looking at Klimeck, stepped into the boat, and activated the motor, and in less than six seconds, was speeding away from the island at a half a mio an hour. While he drove, he thought of his days of endless study of the complete history of the Brigade. Flashbacks ran through his head, as he remembered...