Chapter Four: Confusion All 'Round
There are many questions in the universe that are quite difficult to answer. What came first: the Gukko or the egg? How does one kill a Protodite? How does one get along with a woman? Questions such as these had plagued Teltus for most of his life. He was a sort of private scholar, studying the questions no-one could, nor cared to answer. It usually made him the target of every joke. They claimed the usual; that the poor Matoran of Moonglow was wasting his life away, being a useless space consumer. But it's not like Ko-Wahi was his home, anyway. He just chose to live there 'cause it was quiet and he didn't have to talk to anyone.
At the moment, though, it was far from the quiet oasis he came for. And the question facing him immediately was one he could easily answer: What does one do when they're being chased by a four-legged bovine-tiger thing?
Answer: Run, hide, and pray.
The young Ar-Matoran was only in the early running stage. He dashed through the streets, if you could really call them streets... more like deep paths in the snow where a street should be, trying not to be hit by the acidic slime the creature was-
“Spitting at me! Help, it's spitting at me!” he screamed, watching from the corner of his eye as the spit destroyed the corner of a house, revealing the inhabitants. They seemed to be discussing how disrespectful the residents of the Wahi had become. I think spitting a hole in someone's house proves their point...
* * *
“No, I'm positive it's this building, Kara. Look, it even has the same number of floors.”
“Xinlo, it's a map. Maps aren't exact, they just represent places. I'm telling you, the streets are all wrong. We were supposed to go left back there, I told you...”
“No, I'm sure...” but as Xinlo looked at the map more carefully, he saw Kara was right. The streets looked nothing like the should, and the little picture actually had one less floor than the building before him in real life. “Alright, fine, we'll just go back to the split and turn left instead..." He paused. "Where... where are we on here?”
“Oh, for Deccius' sake! Give me that map.”
Xinlo gloomily handed the map to Kara, who shook her head, and looked it over.
“We're right here,” she said as she pointed at a lonely street, flashing the De-Matoran with that withering look he feared so much, “en route to the waste disposal plant.”
* * *
The Ce-Matoran, "Nari", her mind told her, woke up in a strange hut. She had the odd sensation of the ground swaying slightly beneath her-
She was a her, right? Yes, okay. There's a start.
She sat up, and looked around. There was hardly anything in the hut but a bed, and a sack lying on the floor beside her.
She overturned the pack, and examined its' contents. There was a few notes, some writing utensils, a book bound with a lock, and a strange rock wrapped up in a piece of paper. "Nari" grabbed it, ignoring the rest. It looked totally unfamiliar. Well, everything was unfamiliar, but this was even moreso. She felt some kind of unfamiliar familiarity with the other objects.
Unwrapping the paper, she looked back and forth between the stone and what appeared to be a map. The stone glowed faintly with a bluish hue, and the map had a red line drawn on it. Deciding she had nothing better to do, she figured she'd follow it to wherever it led. Placing all the items back in the bag, she slung it across her shoulder and opened the door of the small hut.
Chapter Five: The Beginning
The old door creaked open quietly at Kara's touch, though it seemed loud in the darkening city. This wasn't usually a quiet part of town, but there was a huge birthday celebration in the square for one of Deax-Nui's wealthiest people. That left very few at home, making the place seem abandoned and creepy.
“Why do the doors always creak?” Xinlo said, unnerved. “It's not even old...”
“Shut up, Xinlo.”
The two Matoran ventured inside cautiously, and tried to find a light switch.
“So, Xinlo, I never actually asked you where you got this map. Or what it leads to.”
“Well, it's a bit of an odd story. Short version is I got it from a Toa who told me to come find him after work hours.” replied Xinlo, finally finding the switch and flipping it on. “I have no clue why.”
Kara was about to ask something else, but a loud crash from a few rooms over stopped her dead. She and Xinlo exchanged glances, and tiptoed through the rooms to where they suspected the noise to have originated. The building looked less creepy with the lights on, as it was just a warehouse of wooden boxes. But even still, both Matoran were pretty shaken up, and hid behind a few of said boxes. Xinlo peered over it, and caught a glimpse of a darker blue Matoran pulling itself off the floor and cursing. The De-Matoran decided to take a chance and speak.
“Who are you?”
The dark blue Matoran whirled around furiously, and accidentally tripping over its own feet, fell down again.
“Holy sweet mother of all that is screwy!” She said, her voice revealing her gender in the dim lighting.
“Calm down... we just want to know who you are.” Kara said with a soothing voice. Xinlo nodded stupidly.
“Well... I don't exactly know. I just woke up in a hut with a map. I think my name's Nari.”
Xinlo's eyes widened as he remembered the names from the file card. He decided not to mention it to the two women, but kept it in the forefront of his thoughts.
“Well, hello Nari. I'm Xinlo. And this is my secretary, Kara.” he added hastily.
After a slightly awkward moment, the three Matoran compared the maps. They were identical, just with the red lines leading back to different starting points. Both lines ended at the building the three now resided in, so they decided to just sit and wait.
Toa Zarzoz made one last pass over Ko-Wahi before deciding to look elsewhere. He'd been searching for almost an hour, and there was still no sign of the young Ar-Matoran. Maybe I should ask someone, though that's very un-professional...
Seeing no other option as of yet, the lime-hued Toa landed down behind a snowbank and folded in his mechanical wings. As he stepped out on to the street, a white and sand-blue matoran slammed into him, knocking the little being backwards. The matoran quickly got up and ran behind the Toa, just as a huge grey-and-silver beast with four legs came around the bend at full speed.
“Ylunginth...” The Toa muttered, then raised his hand. A ball of glowing acid formed at his fingertips, and the beast quickly stopped its charge. The Toa walked up to it, slowly, and studied it. Ylunginth were naturally quick-tempered creatures, but really only chased people when their homes had been invaded.
“You, Matoran,”Zarzoz adressed the cowering little heap by the snow bank. “What's your name?”
The Matoran stood up, dusting himself off, trying to keep a bit of dignity. “Teltus. What's yours?”
“What were you doing before this creature chased you?”
“Uh... I was just wandering. Trying to find a quiet place to sit and play my banjo.” The Ar-Matoran held up a severely damaged guitar-like instrument. “Then it just appeared from a cave thing and charged me.”
“You must have trampled on its land. Not your fault, they're just very territorial rahi.” Zarzoz shot a small bolt of acid into the snow in front of the beast, which eyed him suspiciously, then turned around and went home. The Toa then turned his attention to the Matoran who still looked out of breath and rugged.
“You say your name's Teltus?” The matoran nodded. “Alright then, I've been looking for you. Come on.”
And with that, the acid-weilding being re-activated his wings and jets, scooped the matoran up, and took flight. He obviously ignored the Matoran's protests.
Just as the three persons in the warehouse were becoming wary, there was yet another sound, like a loud explosive hissing.
“Fire. Sounds like booster jets to me,” Kara noticed. The three Matoran got up and went to investigate, but the source of the noise found them instead.
“Toa Zarzoz!” Xinlo exclaimed, “And... Telsus?”
“Teltus, actually.” The Ar-Matoran corrected Xinlo as he was finally put down on the ground again. He wobbled on the spot for a moment looking slightly green, then mustered a quiet “Do I know you?”
“No, I don't believe we've me-”
“So, you all must be wondering why you're here, no?” Zarzoz interrupted.
“Well, yes, actually.” Nari said. “I'm kinda' wondering about everything at the moment.”
“Alright, well, I've never been one for a whole ton of mysteries, so we'll get to the point.” The Toa of Acid held out his hand. 'I need your rocks. Except you two, Kara and teltus. I have yours here.”
Xinlo and Nari handed the Toa the stones they had recieved so mysteriously, and Zarzoz added the other two. All four glowed in the same way, just with slightly different coloured light.
“What are you-” Xinlo was cut off yet again by Zarzoz seemingly drilling into the four stones with a green beam that split into each. The stones glowed bright as the Toa handed them back to their respective Matoran. Simultaneously, all five beings fell to the ground. But while Zarzoz shrunk in size with a reserved look on his face, the four Matoran, glowing, grew and morphed with surprised expressions. Those expressions then turned to fear, then realization, as the glow wore off.
“Well, stop laying around. Get up.”
“You're a... a...” Xinlo stammered as he sat up.
“Turaga,” Zarzoz finished. “Yes, I know. And you're all Toa now.”
All four new Toa stood around with their mouths open slightly, taking everything in. Nari had transformed into a tall gold-and-dark blue hued Toa of Psionics, her pen having formed itself into a golden sowrd. Teltus was taller than Nari, and Xinlo for that matter, with a sand-blue suit and white armour. A giant pickaxe was strung across his back.
“Where'd that come from?” He asked. “I had a banjo... shouldn't it have become like... an electric banjo or something?”
Zarzoz waved him off, saying “Nobody really understands how this process works.”
Xinlo looked at himself, and found that he was dressed in a black suit with blue armour. He had very elegant-looking shoulder pauldrons, and an ornated chestpiece. His small chopping hatchet had become a full-on war Axe, with a spiked design on the side. Kara wore a dark red suit, with coal-black armour that looked almost medieval. She held two sleek blades which seemed to distort ever so slightly with rippling waves.
“Electricity...” She remarked, intrigued. “Must've transformed my defence tazer.”
Everyone looked at her somewhat surprised.
“What? A girl's gotta' defend herself if need be.”
Zarzoz began a short speach about Toa stuff, involving the Toa Code, and the responsibilities they now had to the city, but Xinlo couldn't take his gaze away from Kara. The way her long blonde hair fell down her back and contrasted the dark tones of her armour... it was hypnotizing.
“Right, so, you need to choose a leader.” This snapped the Toa of Sonics from his stupor.
“What? Why?” He asked, fearing this might cause unnecessary competition between the new team.
“I don't know, it's just how we do things. You wouldn't be very effective as a team if you all just did whatever you felt like,” the Turaga of Acid replied.
“Right, well, I don't want to lead. I'm too clumsy and out of it, I'll just mess things up,” the Toa of Moonglow, Teltus, said quickly.
“I don't remember anything,” Nari chimed in shyly, “So I don't think it'd be wise to have me be telling you what to do when I don't even know what city we're in.”
“Hmm, that is very odd...” Zarzoz said to himself. “I'll have to do some investigation on that.”
This left Kara and Xinlo to battle out who would lead, but the Toa of Fire made things simple by saying "Well, Xinlo's already had years of experience being in a position of control, so I say he should do it.”
Xinlo's eyes widened with shock and slight horror, “But I don't want to lead... I got lost just following a map to this place! I swear, this is a bad idea.”
“Well, Xin, none of us are really fit to lead here, but your our best choice,” Kara said reassuringly, then she added, “Besides, I'll be here to help you find the right place.”
Xinlo scowled, but nodded in acceptance nonetheless. Then he noticed the other two Toa were supressing smiles.
“What?” The sonics Toa asked innocently.
“She calls you Xin?” The two couldn't help it any longer, and Nari started giggling.
“Well... yeah. What's wrong with that? It's a decent nickname...”
“Well can I call you Xin then?” Teltus asked, laughing. “Or even better, Xinny?”
“No! Just, no.” Xinlo said miserably. “As my first act of being leader of this team, I forbid you to call me anything but Xinlo.”
“I still get to call you Xin, right?” Kara said smoothly, the sound of her voice melting Xinlo's resolve.
“Well... uh... um...”
“I'll take that as a yes.” She said, and smiled innocently as Zarzoz called for everyone's attention again.
Edited by Xinlo: Spirit Of Sonics, Nov 23 2011 - 02:22 AM.