Posted Oct 06 2012 - 06:40 PM
Sisk had waited patiently as Madrihk read the scroll. The Matoran's arms were hanging down casually, but the stance of his feet showed the military background he had. they were firmly planted on the ground, about shoulder-width apart and didn't move one bit, until Madrihk had finished reading. Finally the leader of the ILF spoke again, Sisk carefully listening to everything he told him. And what he told him, was troubling, to say the least. The Le-Matoran mentally went over what he knew about battle-srategy aside from aerial combat. The Makuta appeared to be everywhere, his servants striking uot of nowhere and retreating back into the shadows, only to bring destruction to someplace else.
It was a smart tactic, to be expected of the great spirit's 'brother'. Kidnapped Turaga made sense. But allowing random attacks that were quickly repelled seemed to be a waste of resources, on first glance. But thinking more about it, their purpose became relatively clear, and to Sisk it screamed "diversion" above all else. The Makuta opened multiple fronts in this fight for Mata Nui. Rahkshi, Parakuka, dark Toa; they were all sent out to strike at targets, demoralizing the people and wearing down the defenders of the virtues. But in the shadows, Sisk was sure, there were plans that were carried out without them noticing. They were stretched too thin in trying to stop all the mindless attacks, while the really dangerous things happened out of sight. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized just how bad the situation really was. But he focused on the matters at hand again.
"I would much-very like to see-look how our great-honored Turaga is faring. I am deep-sure him and the other elders and fine-tended to with the best of good-care by your people here." he said, even smiling a little at the propect of getting to see Matau, before addressing the issue of the Gukko-Squad.
"The flying Gukko eye sees well-much from on high around Le-Koro. I am sure with some good-done preparation we can put together a recon-squad for the ILF as well. As you well-put it, they would be mugh-highly useful to quick-spot incoming enemies .From what I gather-hear you have a little-few able-bodied men ready to high-fly, right? Do you also have the bird-steeds they will need?" Sisk asked the Toa.
Leah smiled friendly at Stannis, seeing the he had found something suitable for his needs. "I am sure with a knife and a few minutes of time you will be able to give them a personal touch." she suggested, in light of the Matoran's expressed wish to craft his own spears. Even so, the way he had examined the weapons he now carried on his back told Leah quite a bit about the man she was about to follow on this dangerous quest. The wanderer was a deliberate man. He did everything with a purpose. From the way he moved, the way he had examined the wood of the pikes, even the way he spoke. Not a word was spoke that did not serve a purpose.
But above all, she could see in his honest way, that he deeply cared about the task fate had assigned him. Leah could tell the difference between a man who did what he had to, simply because he had to; and those who believed in what they did. Stannis definitely belonged in the latter category and despite the hardship she knew she had to expect from the future, she felt confident that with the Wanderer with them, they would succeed.
"That would be all for me, Leah," he said at last. "Do you have any business to be taken care of?"
"I need to make two short stops before we leave the village." she said, "I just need to take everything I need from my personal office here on the way out and stop by my hut for a few personal effects I do not wish to leave here. It won't take long."
And as they left the Gukko Force headquarter again after dropping by her office, Leah stayed true to her word. It took the two Matoran just under a quarter of an hour to gather everything Leah needed from her hut. As she closed the door of her home, Stannis could see she hesitated for a brief moment. It was obvious why. Until a few hours ago, she had just been a Matoran of Le-Koro. In charge of many others, but nobody special. Now she was about to follow-no, join- a group of chosen ones. On a mission that sounded like the fate of all of Mata Nui might very well depend on their success.
Taking a deep breath, she locked the door and turned around, looking at Stannis as she pulled taught the straps of her backpack. "I'm ready to go." she said.