For the first time in centuries, Detero was really, truly angry.
His chest armor expanded and contracted rapidly as the Vortixx stared into the darkness at the center of the chamber. He'd had it all planned out... how he would conquer the island...
A fleeing crew member bumped into Detero's shoulder as he stood, and abruptly the Vortixx found himself hanging off a floating catwalk over three thousand Bio in the air.
It would be a long fall.
Detero glanced up, feeling his fingers beginning to slip from the catwalk as the structure was pulled into the dark singularity. He had never been religious, but in that moment he found himself begging as if to a deity.
I swear, I'll do anything - weights, running, Kohlii - just get me off this ship alive.
He wasn't really expecting a response - but as if from nowhere, something smashed him in the back.
Immediately, Detero began gasping for air. He hadn't realized he'd been holding a breath, but this high above the island, air was thin and light. He grasped frantically for something, for anything to save him from the inevitable fall - just as the tip of his middle finger slid free of the catwalk.
Immediately, Detero began the long fall to the ground, grabbing frantically at the object still under his back as if in hopes that it could save him. It was only after he'd siezed the item and stared uncomprehendingly at its surface that he realized that it could.
He was holding a small metal package, the bright Po-Wahi sun glinting off of it as he attempted to read its label through blurred eyes. After what felt like ages, he was finally able to clear his eyes somewhat and decipher the Matoran lettering on its surface: PARACHUTE.
Detero grasped frantically at the pack, reaching for the handle, but it felt as though he was pushing against the surface of an Airship. He felt himself falling faster and faster, accelerating towards his untimely demise. Detero looked down... he was mere Bio from the ground now...
With a desperate lurch, Detero finally hit the lever.
Immediately, the parachute mushroomed out above him. The resulting deceleration almost tore his arms free, but Detero managed to hold on. He was approaching the surface rapidly now...
Only moments later, the Vortixx hit the ground with an resounding crash. He heard a distinct snap from his right leg as it bent at an unnatural angle, shattering both his internal and external armor around his knee. His left leg popped but did not break, instead nearly dislodging a knee joint. Pain lanced up both limbs as he struggled to stand, then gave up and settled for lifting his chin.
As if from a distance, he caught the words "acceptable losses," and managed to raise his head enough to stare at their source. Pain flared down his neck, but he managed to make out the shape of his former captain, Kauncavich, standing with a few others.
"You... and... your... karz-condemned... ideas," he coughed before passing out.