"Failure is not an option. Failure never was."
Xylak stood before Erux in a dimly lit room. Erux was seated at the other end of a wooden table, and Xylak looked like he had been sitting there, but now he was on his feet, his fists slammed down on the surface. Vorex sat in the corner, calmly observing the situation.
"This isn't the first time," Erux pointed out, smirking. "Remember Illicia?"
Xylak sat back down, glaring darkly at Erux. "Illicia gave us unreliable information once. I'm sure that it was just a change of plan."
"But the Pala-Koro attack, Xylak? It was planned. That much is obvious." Erux was clearly enjoying this. "It's done, Xylak. You brought me round to your way of thinking, and I've stuck with it for eighty years. Now, it's clear that that's been eighty years too long."
"You can't do this." Xylak argued, although he had the appearance of a defeated man. "You can't."
Erux stood up, and walked behind Xylak, leaning down to hiss poisonously into his ear. "Oh, I can. We had an agreement, Xylak. We would wait, and stick with your plan. And when it failed -- not if, when -- we went with mine."
Xylak remained silent.
The Vortixx straightened herself, standing tall, towering over Xylak, who had shrunk into himself. "We'll stay with your plan for the Matoran. But we're changing things up. You wanted the end of next week."
She turned, grinning menacingly. "I want 48 hours."
"As you wish..." The De-Toa muttered. Gone was the pride, the strength. He was small, and broken, just like his plans for peace. Erux had taken the position of the master.
"You were never anything more than a dreamer, Xylak." Erux smirked. "I made us what we are. You thought up the plans, I made them a reality. You're nothing more than a dreamer. I'm the Engineer."