The night in Decentraland stretched taut with tension, the rebellion’s sector a hive of restless activity as the investigation into Claire’s abduction crystallized her likely destination—CryptoKitties City, a chaotic stronghold days away in Pepe’s southwest domain. Doge’s golden form paced relentlessly near the sapling in Nexus Square, his fur a faint glow against the dusk, his instincts a raw wound driving him to act. Solana, Bitcoin, Bonk, WIF, Chillguy, and the council’s intelligence team stood poised, their findings a grim map to Claire’s fate.
Ethereum’s voice cut through the night, sharp and commanding, “Enough scattered searching. Come regroup in the council chamber. We will strategize there now.” His form pulsed with urgency as he led the way. The rebellion’s leaders—Solana, Bitcoin, Avalanche, Near, Polygon, Cosmos, and Glyph—following in a tight knot, their steps echoing off the digital stone of the Great Blockchain Assembly.
The chamber was a cavernous space, its walls etched with the pulsing code of Decentraland’s history. The sapling’s faint light filtering through a high window. The air was thick with the weight of their task, the council assembling around a broad table where data streams flickered in the center—a digital map tracing the pod’s southwest path. Doge stood near the edge, his claws tapping restlessly, his growl a low undercurrent as Solana and Chillguy flanked him, their presence a steady anchor.
Ethereum opened the session, his voice steady, “We’ve pinpointed Claire’s likely destination is CryptoKitties City, Pepe’s chaos hub. Days out through contested zones. We need a plan to get her back —fast”
The chamber erupted, voices clashing as strategies collided. Avalanche’s crystalline form flared, “We strike hard using scouts and a full team. Hit their streams, disrupt their hold.”
Near countered, his tone measured, “That would cause quite a commotion. We need eyes inside first. My agents can infiltrate.”
Polygon pulsed, “Data assault—cripple their networks, track her signature deeper.”
Cosmos nodded, “Link it—coordinate a multi-front push. Disrupt and extract.”
Bonk barked, “No waiting—let’s roll in, smash ’em, grab her!”
WIF’s quiet voice sliced through, “Smashing draws eyes! We need to be stealthy and smarter.”
Doge’s growl grew louder, his patience fraying, “She’s out there—days away! We’re wasting time—I’m going now!”
Solana gripped his shoulder, her voice firm, “Doge, we’ll get her—I promise. But we can’t rush blind.”
Chillguy flickered, his tone sharp, “Yeah, man, chill. We’ll figure it. Best plan, not fastest.”
The arguing swelled, ideas tangling in a storm of urgency and frustration, until Bitcoin’s towering form stepped forward, his golden presence a wall of authority. His ledger flared with light, and his voice boomed, silencing the chamber, “Enough. This isn’t a brawl—it’s a rescue. We go stealth. In and out before they blink.”
The room stilled, eyes locking on him. Ethereum nodded, “Go on.”
Bitcoin’s gaze swept the council, “Pepe’s got eyes everywhere. We slip through with a small team and be precise. Get Claire, get out. No noise, no trace.”
He turned to Near, “Reach out to the special ops tokens and coins. Bring them here, now.”
Near’s form pulsed, his voice calm, “On it.” He stepped aside, his network flaring as he sent the summons.
Bitcoin continued, his tone measured, “We’ll wait for them, then we move. Doge, you’re in. Your nose found her trail—you’ll track her again.”
Doge’s growl softened, his golden eyes narrowing, “Good. I’m not sitting here.”
Chillguy shifted, his avatar flickering, his voice hesitant, “I want in too. My illusions can keep us hidden. Sui won’t see us coming.”
Bitcoin’s golden gaze fixed on him, deep in thought, then nodded, “You’re right, your tricks could tip it. You’re on.”
Solana’s form pulsed, her voice tight, “Who else?”
Bitcoin shook his head, “Small—Doge, Chillguy, me, and the ops team. The rest will stay and keep Decentraland steady. Pepe is most likely watching so our routine operations can’t falter.”
Bonk bristled, “I’m fast—I should go!”
WIF’s voice cut in, “We hold here—Solana needs us. They’ve got this.”
Solana’s eyes met Bitcoin’s, her reluctance clear, “You’re sure—just you three?”
Bitcoin’s rumble was firm, “We’re enough—speed, stealth, strength. More risks detection.”
Before debate could reignite, the chamber doors slid open, and four figures entered.—tokens and coins from the special ops team, their forms sleek and shadowed, radiating a quiet menace. Near stepped forward, his voice steady, “Meet the team—Shade, stealth specialist; Pulse, speed operative; Forge, tech disruptor; Echo, tracker.”
Shade’s form was a flicker of shadow, its voice low, “I blend—nobody sees me.”
Pulse shimmered, rapid and sharp, “I’m in and out—fast as XRP, quieter.”
Forge’s metallic frame glinted, its tone gruff, “I break their tech—shut it down.”
Echo’s form pulsed faintly, its voice a hum, “I hear what’s hidden—find her anywhere.”
Bitcoin took charge, his voice a steady thunder, “Here’s the plan—CryptoKitties City, days southwest. The pod is fast so we track its wake. Doge leads with scent, Echo backs with sound. Shade cloaks us, Pulse scouts ahead. Chillguy’s illusions mask our moves. Forge cracks their systems if we hit a wall. I will be the anchor force if it comes to it. In, grab Claire, out—quiet, clean.”
Ethereum’s form pulsed, his voice cutting in, “You need to head out tonight. The trail is still fresh. Pepe’s lead’s growing, but the wake’s traceable now. Wait longer, and it’s cold.”
Doge’s growl flared, “Tonight—good.”
Solana’s network steadied, “Supplies?”
Ethereum gestured, and an assistant entered, its form a blur of efficiency, carrying packs—data cores, stealth cloaks, disruption tools. “Everything you need—speed, concealment, tech,” he said, his voice clipped. “Go.”
No words wasted, the rescue team grabbed the gear—Doge slinging a pack over his neck and back, Chillguy pocketing cloaks, Shade and Pulse syncing cores, Forge and Echo checking tools. Bitcoin hefted his ledger, its glow dimming to a stealthy flicker. They moved out, their steps a silent storm, heading southwest through Nexus Square’s edge, the sapling’s light a fleeting glimpse as they slipped into the night.
Solana watched them go, her form taut, “Bring her back.”
Doge’s growl echoed back, “We will.”
