"How was your trip?" the Skakdi asked.
"About as well as can be expected," said the Vortixx, "Now will you kindly tell me why you cannot control your people?" Nektann sneered at her with his massive teeth.
"Pardon me," he said darkly, "But what about the Matoran rebellions in Metru-Nui?"
"The Matoran are weak and unintelligent," said the Vortixx, "Your people on the other hand, are violent, dangerous and rather dimwitted." Her words angered Nektann, but he wasn't about to show it. The Vortixx was Teridax's favorite ruler. If anyone tried to kill her, they would be dead within seconds. Still, he understood what she said. The Skakdi were well known for their violence, and could cause massive amounts of damage if not well controlled. However, he was not about to let her insult his kind.
"Vortixx, you call my people crude and primitive," he rumbled, "But we were here before you and your kind, and we will surely be here when they are gone."
"What makes you so sure of that?" The Vortixx said as a mirthful smile spread across her face.
"We can trust each other, for on thing," muttered Nektann.
"Let's get down to business," said the Vortixx as she crossed her arms, "Why have you sent for me?" Nektann looked away.
"I need a weapon. A powerful weapon."
"What do you intend to do with such a weapon?"
"I'm going to use it against the rebels."
"You wish to eliminate them?"
"No. Why would I destroy potential recruits? I only intend to scare them with it."
"You'd really risk betrayal over a few worthless rebels?" asked the Vortixx. Nektann laughed.
"I honestly thought you of all people would know better," he said, "Have you never heard of using fear as a weapon?"
"Only when I know they fear me," the Vortixx muttered.
"My kind has been using fear for generations," the Skakdi said as he grinned, "Installing fear in your followers is truly a wonder to behold. They work harder, and are far more obedient. I am certain you employ the same principle to your city."
"That's true," said the Vortixx, "So did you have a weapon in mind?"
"Not really. Some kind of explosive would be nice," said Nektann. The Vortixx smiled.
"How much are you willing to offer?"
"You'd be surprised," answered Nektann, "Do we have a deal?"
"I'll need some time to think about it," the Vortixx said as she stood up. Nektann called to a green-colored Skakdi that stood in the doorway.
"Rakar, show her to her room."
Roodaka ascended up the stairwell of the tower, running her hand against the rough, jagged stone that made up the wall. Ahead of her was Rakar, who lit the way with a torch. As they continued their climb, the wall began to feel different. It became less natural, and seemed to have defined shape and texture. She looked to see that the wall was a mixture of patchwork carvings. It only took her a second to determine that the wall had once been a mural, and had been cannibalized to build the fortress. The pictures were scrambled, and Roodaka could barely make out what it meant. A particular picture caught her eye. At first she thought it was a Skakdi. But then she saw the smaller figures that surrounded it. They were clearly Skakdi. They were fleeing from what appeared to be a monstrous giant. Its mouth was opened in a silent roar.
"What's this?" she asked. Rakar turned and followed her gaze. He snorted.
"Myths and legends," he replied, "That's a carving of Irnakk." Roodaka could sense the feeling of hatred in his voice.
"It's a story they tell us to keep us in line. They say that Irnakk will get you if you don't obey the warlords," Rakar paused, "But that's not the whole story. They say old Irnakk used to rule Zakaz, until Artahka came."
"Impossible," Roodaka said, "No one has ever seen Artahka."
"It's a legend," Rakar said irritably, "Anyway he came and banished Inrakk somehow. But like I said, it's only a legend."
The beast felt movement. The stone on its back rumbled. The motion stirred up the beast's usually dormant mind. The shaking rock made it remember the sensation of movement, a sensation that it craved to feel again. It needed to move, to hunt, to kill. Kill. The word repeated over and over in its mind. When it was free once more, the beast would kill the one who had imprisoned it, and anyone else who stood in its way. And then he would once again reign over his kingdom.
Jarok continued to pound away at the stone that was known as the Skull. The enormous rock had lay undisturbed for as long as anyone could remember. It had received its name for its grim appearance, which was that of a skull enlarged to massive proportions.
"How much rock do we need again?" he asked the foreman.
"All of it," responded the Skakdi. Jarok sighed and continued to work. Suddenly, there was a loud crack. The workers cheered as half of the stone fell away. Jarok sighed in relief. Now that the skull had split in half, cutting it up into pieces would be much easier. He and his fellow Skakdi moved into start working when someone screamed. Jarok was shocked at the noise. It was a sound of pure terror. Before Jarok could see what had happened, the ground began to quake violently. The two halves of the Skull were pushed aside as something enormous began to emerge from the earth. Dirt and rocks flew everywhere as a monstrous bellow filled the air. The noise filled Jarok with fear and dread, something that was not normally felt by a Skakdi. Jarok was so stunned that he was unable to process what was going on. All he could hear were the screams of his companions, and the roar that drowned them out. All he could see was the golden-spined monster. The last thing Jarok saw was an impossibly huge mouth, and row upon row of dagger-sized teeth.
Edited by spyder ryder, Oct 27 2011 - 08:26 PM.