Posted Jul 09 2012 - 10:00 PM
Jaller shook his head to keep himself awake. He always hated the late night shift. Even when he was just the Matoran guarding Ta-Koro, he had never looked forward to the lonely nights standing on a wall, just waiting for an enemy to attack. But Jaller had come a long way since his days as the Captain of the Ta-Koro Guard. He was a Toa who had fought back in the Makuta Wars. There were few Toa left on Spherus Magna, and Jaller was among one of the strongest.
Despite all that, Jaller now occupied a position that was reminiscent of his time as a Matoran; he was the Captain of the Royal Guard of New Atero.
And he was yet again on guard duty.
Jaller smiled to himself as he remembered the days of his past. It wasn’t quite the same as guarding Ta-Koro. There were not vicious Rahi preparing to attack the walls, and he no longer had to rely on a spear to fight them off. All the same, the Capital Building in New Atero required constant surveillance. Ever since the Jungle Empire of Bota Magna declared war on The Northern Hemisphere, security had been tight.
The North was comprised of mostly Matoran, Agori, and their allies. But the criminals who had escaped from Mata Nui’s robotic body had fled to the south, and over time they had allied with everybody else who disliked the culture of the Matoran and Agori. Peace treaties had been made multiple times, but there had always been hostilities beneath the surface. In the recent months, something had changed. The various tribes in the south were uniting and becoming stronger than ever before. And then they declared war.
But the war had not yet erupted. A few of the smaller borderline colonies had reported some minor raids, but true conflict had not reached the Northern Hemisphere. Jaller could almost believe that the rumored war was just some traveler’s exaggeration. Yet the guard had to take the news seriously, and Jaller made sure that there was always somebody watching the Capital Building. Tonight, it was him.
Suddenly, there was a mighty explosion, and Jaller snapped his head around. It had originated from Prime Minister Onua’s office! Jaller quickly trigger the alarm, which would awaken the reserve guards and send them into action. But as of now, he was the only one who could respond.
As Jaller rushed to Onua’s office, he wished he had a Kakama mask. Unfortunately, Kanohi masks were harder to come by than in the past, and Jaller was lucky enough to have a Suva of extra masks to begin with. For now, he would just have to run.
Jaller burst into Onua’s office, but the room was pitch-black. Jaller could easily summon flames to light the scene, but that would present an attacker with an opportunity to strike him. Instead, he activated his Kanohi Arthron and did a quick sonar sweep of the room. There were two beings inside. Jaller recognized the shape of one of them; it was Prime Minister Onua, and he lay limply on the ground. The other being stood over him.
Jaller summoned a blast of fire to his hands and launched it at the intruder. The fire flew so fast that the being was unable to react, and it hit him and threw him across the room. In the flash of light from the fire, Jaller saw who the intruder was: Gresh.
The lights were activated in the office as the Matoran and Agori members of the guard flooded into the room. Half of them quickly surrounded the fallen Gresh and took his weapon. Jaller, meanwhile, knelt down next to Prime Minister Onua. Unfortunately, he realized that he was too late. Onua was dead.
“And so passes another one of the Nuva,” Jaller said to himself sadly. He gestured to two of the guards. “Please, take care of his body, and remove him from this room. He deserves a more comfortable place of rest now.”
With that said, Jaller now turned towards the assassin. He couldn’t believe that Gresh would do such a thing; Gresh had always been a loyal Glatorian scout, and had just recently returned from a dangerous mission in Tajun. What would send him over the edge to assassinate the Prime Minister?
Gresh was starting to stir, even as the Guards shackled him down. “What… where am I?” he asked, dazed.
“That’s not the question I would ask, traitor,” Jaller said sternly. He pointed his sword at Gresh’s throat, and watched as his eyes lit up in fear. “Why did you do it, Gresh? Why did you kill Onua?”
“Why did I… what?” Gresh exclaimed. “What happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember, I was entering Tajun? What happened to Onua?”
Jaller narrowed his eyes. Was Gresh feigning this confusion, or was he really unaware of what had just happened? He would have to address those questions later. “Place him within our maximum security prison,” Jaller said. “Make sure he doesn’t come in contact with anybody. We can begin interrogating him later.”
Gresh started to protest, but one of the Agori Guards applied a sedative, and the jungle Glatorian quickly fell asleep. As he was hauled off, Jaller looked around the crime scene, investigating every nook and cranny with his mask of sonar. He needed to figure out what had happened.
Onua’s assassination would not go over well with the public. If the war with Bota Magna heated up, then the fact that they had killed off the Prime Minister would cut down on moral. Additionally, there were hundreds of projects that Onua had been supervising, and without him they would all be put on hold. Jaller had to close this case quickly before things spiraled out of control.
He looked at Gresh’s fallen weapon. “What is this?” he asked.
One of the Matoran Guards observed it closely. “Looks like a fireworks revolver,” he said. “A rare but powerful weapon. It’s rumored to be a favorite of the Skakdi.”
“I want this examined,” Jaller said. “And there’s only one engineer who I would trust with this. Summon Toa Nuparu.”