Posted Feb 14 2012 - 05:07 PM
Sorry about missing Saturday. I...don't really have much of an excuse....except I was gone for a while taking the ACT. No, I'm not a Senior trying to get into college, I was picked to take it early (I take it again to get into high school my senior year) due to my "high SAT scores" or whatever. So I guess I'm smart...?
[trying to think of Legend of Zelda/Smash Bros./Halo/Skyrim reference to make here...]
Oh, screw it.
@JL: Oh, Chinese people. And not to get into a huge gaming talk, but I think CoD used to be very good, but they've stopped putting effort and originality into it. My view is that if they actually take more than a year to make one of them, I will pre-order, buy it, buy merchandise, tattoo on my arm, anything, because I know that if the developers put more time into it it could be fantastic again, ala Call of Duty 3. Not Modern Warfare 3, just 3. That one was amazing.
Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter Fifty-Eight: Rebels in Koddo
On the moon...
Lewa: Where was the last place you left him?
Drarak: ...he’s not car keys or a phone! And besides, this is the moon! We’re never gonna find him by looking around out there! He’ll find the space station eventually.
Lewa: Wait-I have an idea. Let’s communicate with Earth!
Lewa walked over to a weird headset-type thing and put it on. He pressed a button on it, and static came over it.
Voice: Hello? This is mission control, do you read me?
Lewa: Of course I read you, fool! I’m the one who called.
Mission Control (MC): Uh...yeah. So, have you found the samples we were looking for?
Drarak (whispering): What is he talking about?
Lewa: Uh...yeah....sure...but...uh...I need to bring them down to Earth.
MC: Yes, that’s why we sent you.
Lewa: And...uh...I forgot where I parked my spaceship. Could you tell me?
MC: Coordinates are approximately 35 N, 67 E.
Lewa: 35 what? Feet?
MC (chuckling): Yeah, sure.
Lewa: Okay, thanks. Bye.
Lewa turned off the headset, then turned and high-fived Drarak.
Thirty feet north, sixty seven feet east from the space station...
Lewa: ...
In Tertus...
The Barraki walked in to Tertus, the capitol of the Urohk Army. It seemed to be a steampunk-type city, with a giant tower reminiscent of something from Majora’s Mask in the center of the city, with a clock on the side. A clocktower. Factories and machinery seemed dominant over the city.
Pridak: Now, would Kurahkzon be in the clock tower?
Mantax: Whatever happened to finding a weapon of mass destruction?
Pridak: Trust me Mantax...
Pridak pulled a mini-rocket launcher and a revolver out of his chest armor.
Pridak: ...I’m an expert on storage space. Don’t need no space bag!
Takadox: Is that Stormer’s blood splattered on that revolver?
Pridak: Oops! Gotta stop forgetting to clean it after I use it at such close range. Anyways, let’s move in! If that really is Kurahkzon’s fortress, there’s bound to be an armory somewhere!
The group began to move down the street, the gate behind them.
Carapar: Why Ehlek not making walk?
Ehlek hadn’t yet begun to follow them. He was standing there staring at the clock tower.
Mantax: Ehlek! What are you doing?
Ehlek: Oh, sorry. Nintendo 64 nostalgia.
Takadox: Best dang kinda nostalgia there is.
Mantax: Next to seventies or eighties. Or nineties. Or any time period before this stupid 2010s decade.
In Koddo, in the cellar of an inn...
Fire Toa: Are you sure no one knows that this is our secret meeting place?
Water Toa: No, Genas. Hunul would never rat us out, or slip up and let us get caught.
Air Toa: If you ask me, he’s the best dang innkeeper ever.
Someone opened the hatch leading to one of the rooms in the inn, and climbed down the ladder into the cellar, holding a sword. They stepped out into the light and took a seat at the head of the long table the group was assembled at. He was a Toa, the same one who’d taken the sword from the Urohk Army delivery truck.
Toa: Hello, friends.
The Toa, whose name was Tamus, held up the weapon, then slid it across the table. It went right into an Earth Toa’s hands. The Toa of Earth spoke in a gruff voice.
Earth Toa: How is it, Tamus, that you have secured this weapon? I am amazed!
Tamus: Thank you, Grane. Genas, Kipi, Dejar, Lunod?
Kipi (Toa of Water): This is truly astonishing, Tamus. The Phoenix Blade!
Dejar (Toa of Air): At last!
Lunod (Toa of Light): And now, that phase of our plan is complete.
Tamus: And Master Stune?
Stune (Turaga of Stone): I must say, Tamus, this is a fantastic deed. We should report this to the General himself, immediately.
Tamus: Thank you. And what next, Master?
Stune: The next part of our plan-we have to secure the Toa Cerun, to reunite Kazarac with his sword.
At that moment, the hatch opened and someone dropped into the cellar, ignoring the ladder. They landed on their feet, knees bent. They straightened and walked forward, but only far enough into the light to reveal the lower half, diagonally, of their mask.
Stune: Ah, Erenor, have you brought us any news?
Erenor: The Toa Cerun have returned.
Entire Group: *gasp*
Dejar: How do you know this to be true?
Erenor: Kazarac was spotted in Molta, involved in a ship crash that destroyed the Cerun Gate. That dimwitted Ice Toa, the guard who nearly messed up my last visit there, took him to court. I was there watching, and I saw his friends break in and get him out. There were three of them, all Skakdi. One had a gun, and he shot out some windows. One of them-my new favorite-beat up that Ice Toa and tossed him out a window. After they made it out, I saw them run out of Molta. That’s when I took my ship back here. I’m guessing they’re not too far from Molta, maybe they’ve reached Dunsot.
Lunod: That’s good news, considering Dunsot is one of our allies.
Kipi: Most of the smaller villages tend to be. They don’t receive must hospitality from Kurahkzon-that is, if any hospitality is to be had from him.
Genas: I say we head down there, a few of us, and bring him back.
Erenor: I would agree, my friend, but Kazarac has lost all memory of his first life.
Everyone: *gasps again*
Erenor: It is true.
Grane: Then what are we to do?
Tamus: I think we’ll have to take him by force, and get him to use the Phoenix Blade. That has to jog his memory.
Stune: I don’t like to use force on our greatest allies, but if we must, I will allow it. Grane, Dejar, Erenor, go with Tamus. The rest of you stay here. There is still work to be done in Koddo. Remember, this small yet crucial town is under Urohk rule right now. So I believe we have a Duke to take care of.
Tamus: Thank you, Master.
Tamus, Grane, Dejar, and Erenor got up and went to the ladder, climbing up and out of the hatch.
Stune: Now, about that Duke...
In Dunsot...
Kaza walked into a local inn, called the Bed and Bread.
Kaza: I’ll be needing four rooms for the night, please.
Innkeeper: Sure thing. Forty quanuts please.
Kaza: Quanut?
Innkeeper: Yes, Quanut. The Emperor who helped the Toa Cerun save Saron and establish our government long ago?
Kaza: ...
Innkeeper: You know, Kurahkzon may have changed the currency, but here in these rebel villages, we still go by the coin, the symbol, of what stood against everything Kurahkzon is for.
Kaza: Oh, yeah. Quanut. I’m a big fan of him.
Innkeeper: Okay. Forty quanuts, please.
Kaza: My...friends...have all my quanuts. I’ll be right back.
Kaza walked out of the inn and explained the problem to Vezok, Zaktan, and Vezon.
Vezok: So, isn’t there a currency converter?
Random Matoran: I’ll convert your money!
Kaza: Oh, thanks.
Kaza handed fifty dollars that he’d taken from his bank account before leaving for Saron to the Matoran, who immediately snatched the money and ran off.
Kaza: Dang it.
Zaktan: Nice going, Vezok.
Vezok: Oh shut up. Like you could do any better.
Vezon: Look, guys, there’s gotta be a job we can do for someone, right? To earn some quanuts?
Zaktan: YEAH! WE’RE GOING QUESTING!
Kaza: Zaktan...I believe the Level 46 Argonian is the only one here with the right to Skyrim references.
Zaktan: What if it was just to RPGs in general?
Kaza: Well then you go pay the pre-order for Xenoblade Chronicles, because my bank account is empty thanks to paying bills.
Zaktan: Fine...
Random Matoran: Excuse me, did I hear you say you were looking for a quest?
Kaza: Yes...
RM: Well, do I have the quest for you! See, some thieves stole my dagger recently, and it’s been passed down through the family for generations...
At the entrance to Molta...
Brekit: Excuse me, have you seen a Toa in white armor pass through here recently?
Nuhrii: Woah, what’s all the rubble from?
MW1: Some stupid Toa claiming to be Kazarac crashed a ship into the Cerun Gate and destroyed it. His Skakdi friends broke him out of a courtroom though. I think they fled south.
Narra: Wait...is that...?
Narra was looking towards a strange altar-looking thing, where Iruini kept trying to put incense in his mouth and smoke it, and Hydraxon prevented it, while Norik and Makuta stood by laughing.
MW2: Now we have no defense against the Urohk Army...
Brekit: Yeah, sure, great. Come on guys!
The three Toa Cerun jogged over to their friends.
Nuhrii: What’s going on?
Hydraxon: Iruini is mistaking this for something else.
Norik: Which, coincidentally, is the switched-around version of what parents in the 70s thought!
Makuta: Exactly. Funny, huh?
Narra: Hilarious. Listen, Kaza, Vezok, Vezon, and Zaktan fled south. Do you know of anywhere south of here?
Iruini gave up and threw the incense on the ground, putting away his lighter.
Iruini: I saw a road sign outside the gate saying that ‘Dunsot’ is south of here.
Brekit: Great!
Brekit walked over to the workers.
Brekit: Can you tell me about Dunsot?
MW3: Well, it’s completely pro-rebels. Not a soul in it, as far as I know, supports the Urohk. Molta, on the other hand, is pro-rebel, but with a few Urohk supporters in the right places, you know what I mean?
MW1: Like that Ice Toa, Kuhaz , who’s in charge of the guards. Not many guards agree with him, or even know that he supports them, but thanks to him, we won’t get any help from Dunsot if the Urohks attack.
MW2: It could be that maybe just because we’re a major city, and crucial to the war, but when it comes to the people, some of the rebels would let some of us die.
Brekit: Thanks for the information.
Meanwhile, in a Molta jail cell...
Guard: This is your punishment for being one of the terrorists who smashed the Cerun Gate! You’re going to rot in the dungeons!
The guard threw a blue-armored Toa into a jail cell.
Hahli: My friends couldn’t really have forgotten me, could they?
Meanwhile...
Vezok: Wait...Zaktan...it’s Valentine’s Day back on Earth...I think I was supposed to remind you to talk to someone...
Zaktan: Eh, I’m sure it’s nothing important.
THE END!
Next time: WE’RE GOING QUESTING!
"The moral of the story is, I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures Walter."