The BZ-Metru Story, Chapter 33
Remorse is the pain of sin.
Early Morning, two hours before sunrise, on December 29th
“Sir, you can’t possibly be serious.”
The air in the room thickened. The suggestion had come from Mahalis, sitting on the far end of a long conference table. All eyes in the room widened at the words, waiting with baited breath to see what would happen to the dissenter.
The setting was the conference room of the CoT capital building. The BZR Leadership Council—consisting of Bfahome, Mahalis, Kex, Electric Tuhrak, Ninjo, and Nikira—had gathered to discuss just how to eliminate BZ-Metru once and for all. Ninjo had just suggested that he personally enter General Discussion to kill Black Six.
“You seem to doubt my ability, Mahalis. Do you have a better alternative?” said Ninjo coyly.
Mahalis looked about the room for any kind of distraction, but it was nowhere to be found. He struggled to respond. “Well, no sir, but I just don’t think…”
“You don’t think what?”
“…that a man of your importance should put himself in such harm.”
Ninjo glared. “You seem to be suggesting that you would be better suited for this task. You, who have not killed a man in your life. No one in this room has killed as many as I have. I am certain that all of you would fail in any attempt to emulate me. Who killed Screenguy? Who killed Gatanui, Crudelious, and even the great Bionicle Rex? I did. And yet you seem to be suggesting that I am unfit to kill again.”
“I was only…”
“Might I remind you, Mahalis, that even I must sometimes answer to orders from a superior.”
The room hushed. For Nikira, ET, and Kex, the words had no meaning—an empty threat. But for Mahalis and Bfahome, the same name crept into their heads—neither dared to speak it.
Ninjo rose from his seat at the head of the table. “Gentlemen, the next time you see me, Black Six will be dead. As for BZ-Metru, I leave it’s assimilation in your hands…” He eyed Mahalis with contempt. “…As frail as they might be.”
Without a word from himself, and a blanket of utter silence hanging over the others, Ninjo exited the room.
The silence persisted for a brief moment after he left, but it was soon broken by Kex. “What now?”
Mahalis shook his head. “I was only looking out for his own safety. If he gets killed out there, the war is over.”
“Shut up already, we’re sorry he made a fool of you, but what’s done is done. We have a war to run and, until gets back, we also have a country to run,” said Nikira. “We need to figure out our next maneuver.”
“There’s not much of a choice,” said ET. “They’re holed up in GD, we’re out here… the only choice is for us to go in and get ‘em.”
All eyes once again focused on one spot, this time on Bfahome.
“Why should we kill more? Why should we murder again? Is it really worth it to further destroy an already decimated enemy? We’re trying to create a new country here, not kill for killing’s sake.”
Mahalis’ eyes narrowed. “You’re turning soft, Bfahome. They have not learned their lesson, they have not submitted to our might. They must pay.”
“With their lives? Do you think that just because of Ninjo’s ranting against you, you have to kill countless strangers?”
“Quite frankly, I don’t give a Bohrok about what Ninjo says. He’s obviously gone insane—let him die! He has a death wish, and you all heard it yourselves: he wants us to finish this.”
The room filled with the heavy sound of silence. Bfahome was the first to break it, his tone shocked and hushed: “I… I was asking for you to consider a peaceful solution. You’re asking for madness.”
“The time for peace is past. We must end this once and for all, Bfahome. We outnumber them. We will overtake the city, and gain control for ourselves.”
Bfahome stood, just as had Ninjo. “I can’t do it. Kill all you want. There will be no more blood on my hands!”
And Bfahome, long standing supporter and agent of the Bionicle Zone Republic, left the room—and the BZR.
Once again, the room filled with silence… and once again, it was broken by Kex.
“So… what now?”
One hour before sunrise
Black Six had not slept the entire night. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was an untidy mess. Instead of enjoying peaceful slumber like the rest of the military, he was instead lying awake in his bedroom wondering how in the world he would fix the mess he had started. He knew that the BZR would attack the next day—that was doubtless. But how in the world could BZ-Metru save itself again?
A loud rap at the door awoke him from his thoughtful trance. He rolled out of bed and, brushing his hair with his hand, opened the door. It was Toaraga.
“Sir,” said his General, looking very distressed, “I have urgent news.”
“Come in, Toaraga. Sit down.”
The suggestion took Toaraga completely by surprise, but the General was in no state to decline. He sat down on a couch—the hotel room Black Six was staying in was a suite—and Six sat down in a chair by the window.
“Now, sir about that news…”
“What should we do, Toaraga?”
Toaraga was yet again taken aback. “Um… well, sir, we can discuss that later, but I have urgent…”
Six interrupted him. “There’s no way out, Toaraga. I’ve failed BZ-Metru.”
Toaraga awkwardly looked away from Six’s forlorn stare. Passively he tried to vindicate Six. “You haven’t failed, sir… we… we have all failed.”
Six sighed, almost inaudibly, and diverted his stare to the window. In the distance, silhouetted against the fading sun was the Administrator’s Palace. It stood empty, a reminder of Six’s ever fracturing regime. Just the sight of it made Six wish he could tear it down, perhaps even start all over. He was not the first head admin to face rebellion, but he was the first to crack under its pressure. Reflecting, Six was amazed that he had lasted as long as it did. He had been forced t endure almost entirely by himself—all of his superiors had been deposed of. Bionicle Rex had died before the struggle even began. Dimensioneer had not been heard from in months. And even—
Six straightened up in his chair. Of course. It had been so long since that name had ran through his mind that he had nearly forgotten—the man who had sustained the site in the years before Six’s ascent.
He suddenly rose from his chair and faced the startled Toaraga, who had been nervously checking his phone. “Come with me, Toaraga. We’re getting out of here.”
Toaraga was surprised at Six’s sudden mood change. “What? Where?”
“To find an old friend… you remember Binkmeister, right?”
Edited by Snoopy82, Oct 14 2011 - 02:36 PM.