OOC. Small change of scenery for our little Rahkshi hunting squad. Thought I'd rain on this parade. Also Emzee: Nice slip-up in your post =D
The warm rain falling created a soft pattern of sound on the Kanohi Zatth that adorned the face of the Matoran known as Sisk. He stood stoically, watching as Kongu gave his eulogy, followed by Merror. He knew the Toa well, at least, as well as a simple Matoran could. Once again, fate reunited them here after the death of a beloved one. Thinking back, Tamaru's death seemed to have happened ages ago already. So much had happened since then. But Sisk had not forgotten the adventure they had had together, hunting for the killers of the chroniclers company. Sisk gulped hard, fighting back against the lump in his throat, that wave of emotion thretening to overwhelm him as the Toa spoke. His shoulders shuddered and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, two tears running down his cheeks, luckily blending in with the rain.
He glanced to his right. Verdi stood there, shoulder to shoulder with Lashev and Lans. Their interrogation of the last remaining Xa-Koronan had yielded no results, the Toa refusing to speak. Sisk could tell by his friends looks how they felt. Probably not much different from him. But they were not the only ones. The Rahkshi hunting-squad, the team Lans had put together, stood as one with the men of the Gukko-Force. There was Kongu, standing in front of them after his speech, his polished Miru glittering with the odd sunray breaking through the foliage above hitting the drops running down it's surface. Behind him stood the other commanding officers. Boreas and Kama were there. They all stood, paying their respects and listening to Merror and the others speak. Until at last an elderly Ko-Matoran stepped up to the podium. Sisk had not seen him before and so he listened carefully. Not just with his heart, as he had when Kongu and Merror had spoken, but with his mind. He did not know the man, so his words were not as moving. And as he listened, something started to feel wrong for the Le-Matoran.
“My friends…,” the Ko-Matoran began. “This day is a day that will live in infamy. Please accept my most sincere thoughts, and know that you shall be in my prayers”
“I remember Turaga Matau’s kind visage, his willingness to also take a joke as well as deal one out. I remember when he literally laughed in the face of danger that day the dreaded Mystix invaded. I remember how supportive he was last time we lost a beloved Le-Koronan icon. As has been said, as long as individuals like myself and you all keep and cherish these memories, Turaga Matau will live on, in our hearts.”
“However, I must remind you all of a point that may prove most beneficial. I believe that what happened today and what happened two nights ago are related. While Makuta may be a culprit, the attack on our village, creating fear in the hearts of our people, coupled with both a terrible and cowardly assassination of our most beloved, are related,” Koropaki said, “The evening before the attack, Tuuli and the Cultured Gentry volunteered to work with your village, remove all traces of Makuta’s destruction and make it so that the Le-Matoran will never be fearful again”
“I plan to follow through on that promise. After this service, I shall meet with Kongu. I will send word to gather whatever supplies Le-Koro needs that I can buy.”
Koropaki eyes narrowed with determination. “My friends, with the funding of my club, we shall fight back”
Koropaki’s dark visage then melted away, reverting to his fatherly demeanor: “But not now. War is not something we should work towards this instant. We all need our time to mourn, but know that a war is coming, and that the Cultured Gentry, while generally opposed to violence, will stop at nothing to make sure no more lives are in this village.”
Sisk started to breathe heavily, as thoughts from the past days began to flash before his inner eye. The terrorist attack, the flight to Pala-Koro; the FoM attack there, the betrayal of the ILS and the story of the dark-armored Toa. He remembered the fight for Le-Koro and the meeting with Kongu at which Dehkaz spoke and then the dark Toa again. And he remembered the warning Aparangi had spoken. I see a pattern emerging, of villages being built up through charitable means to gain their trust, only to be destroyed violently after through sabotage. More words started to pop up in his thoughts. Treason. Vigilance. Saving Angel....
"Captain!" Sisk spoke up, breaking rank and stepping forward, past the officers and up to Kongu as the crowd slowly began to disperse after the final speaker. Sisk looked the captain in the eyes intensily, then he started to talk in hushed tones, so only Kongu could hear him.
"Captain,please, do not up-take this man on his offer. He open-advertises his rich mans club at our Turaga's funeral while Matau does not even sleep-rest in his grave yet. Just two sun-cycles ago we all heard-listened to the Toa at your meeting after the Xa-Koronan attack. They all told-warned us of kind-help like this. It is money-bought trust, but we all will high-pay a price if we blindly accept. We have twice-seen it now. The ILS accepted and their fort is littlemore-nothing than smoke-smoldering ruins. And the Xa-Koronans bad-blamed us for the quick-death of their angel-saviour after their homes were ocean-swallowed. Both times they were free-helped and deep-betrayed. And I fear the same may soon-happen to us."
There was a pleading look in Sisk's eyes as he looked at Kongu. "Please, Captain..."
Leah leaned a little more against Reordin's shoulder, which she had claimed as her resting spot for now after the Ko-Matoran had started telling his story. It was a comforting feelingand there had not been many of those in the past few days, so she enjoyed these quite moments on watch as much as she could without neglecting the duty of actually keeping watch over the camp.
"Wow. That's...quite a story." she said after Reordin had finished, chuckling softly. "I guess if any of us others want to get to know him closer we'll need a lot of Bula Juice."
She looked straight ahead into the small campfire, following the spraks rising up into the sky until they disappeared. A few moments of silence followed as neither of them spoke, then Leah asked:
"How do you think the others are doing? Stannis and Oreius I mean. I doubt we would be sitting here like this if they were...well, if they had failed, we would know...right?"
Edited by Vezok's Friend, Jan 04 2013 - 09:47 PM.