Posted Jul 23 2012 - 02:24 PM
It was all too much for Midak, as the battle raged below him. The chaos of the fight pestered his senses as he sat back, unable to focus; while the screams of his comrades mixed with Marendar’s roars in his ears, the vibrations he felt coming up the building made it impossible to tell who was who. It was utter chaos, and his lack of sight was finally driving him crazy- he wanted to be fighting down there with the others, but knew he would be almost certainly killed. Still, the task he had to do was even crazier than fighting. Ignoring the itch to do something stupid, he remained perched on the rooftop, finger on the zamor launcher’s trigger, as he tried to separate the vibrations.
The fact that elemental powers didn’t work on Marendar helped the struggling Toa none as they battled him. The machine stood surrounded, the lone solider determined to fight to the death and take as many of the enemy with him. He slashed at the Toa, who ducked just out of reach. They didn’t fight together, each absorbed in their own personal problems of figuring out their powers, and Marendar knew it would cost them. This was how he had decimated the population; divide and conquer.
“Even the toughest chain will snap with the right tug!” called Velika to the others, trying to muster their courage. Ducking underneath a swipe from the machine’s blade, the Toa of Stone charged, using one of Ahkmou’s daggers to stab the beast. The scum of Toa had been found at the gates of the Dark Hunter fortress, as a warning to his team. No note of apology was needed, nor was any tribute paid to him- his daggers were the only thing left of his memory. Made of protosteel, Velika pushed it into what he hoped was a soft part of the underarm, feeling it puncture the outer layer. Raging as it felt the wound, Marendar swung his opposite blade at Velika on his side, slashing into its own abdomen.
The Toa of Stone was clipped by the blow, rolling away from the killer machine. Marendar spun to deliver a blow, but his blade was met by an invisible force, and sent swinging backwards, large slashes appearing on its abdomen. As it rebounded, Balta came into sight at his Po-Matoran friend’s aid, scooping him up with the two upgraded repellers. Velika nodded thanks, watching as the machine stumbled and sparked. Onepu, wary of its still swinging swords, delivered a punch to the machine with his Pakari. His hand emerging from the machine with a handful of circuitry, he went for another, denting from the armor. Rage filled the Toa of Earth as he made dent after dent, determined to give the machine payback for the corpses it lay upon. He would not stop, even as the machine swiped him away.
Marendar condensed itself and began to roll away, finally retreating. Its internal warning lights were flashing, and functionality was failing with each passing moment. These Toa units were novice, he could tell, and had simply been lucky in this fight. Divide and conquer had been his strategy before. He would adapt, receive new programming, and would soon be back to finish off the mission. But for now, repairs were needed.
“Do it Midak!” screamed Dalu, looking up to the rooftop, where Midak blindly pulled the trigger. He could feel the machine moving away, and would soon be out of range. Over their heads the zamor soared, flying toward Marendar. Vican watched in anticipation and worry- the machine, however damaged it was, was veering off course from the path of the zamor. Krakua’s plan would fail in instants if he didn’t do something about it. Giving the glass sphere just a push with a breeze, he helped it on its way, as it passed through the machine’s body. Instants later, it was gone, launching itself into the sky from which it came.
The fight over, the injured Toa collected themselves. Velika and Galva had both been slashed, and the others pounded for their efforts. Helping Midak off the rooftop, the seven retreated to a hut to assess the damage.
“I can feel him,” the blind Toa said, pointing upward to the sky. “The zamor worked! I can feel the bond from whatever Krakua put in there.”
“Let’s pray it’s only detectable by us,” Galva replied dryly, not feeling the same sense of relief that the others felt. They wanted to cheer, to celebrate, but only half the mission was done. “We were meant to track him to wherever he’s going- we did, but there’s a problem, if anyone hasn’t noticed- he launched himself into the sky, and we have no possible way of following him.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Onepu grinned, holding up the Olmak. “This was in the doorway- the Great Spirit is still smiling upon us. I went to Nuhrii, before Krakua came, and we discussed Great Masks. I guess he did it.”
“Midak, you have to get us there,” Dalu insisted. “Use the mask, find out where he’s going.”
He wanted to listen to her voice, but was afraid to. While he couldn’t see it, he knew it was an Olmak they talked about, and fear came from the memories of Takanuva’s tales to him- he had landed in a number of dimensions before finally arriving at Karda Nui, who was to say that he wouldn’t send them all headfirst into the same thing? They couldn’t afford any side trips, not when what little lives they had left were at stake.
“Those who grab at many things truly only seek one true thing,” Velika cooed. “You can do it- your impulse to control the mask and at the same time feel the zamor are two different things, yet you can make them one.” Nodding, he grabbed the bottom tusks of the mask, placing it over his own. He could feel the portal open, its power blowing across his face. Murmurs of the others could be heard, as they witnessed it too.
“Someone help me,” Midak said, feeling a hand grab his own. And then together, they all blindly leapt through into the dark unknown.