IC - ??? - Throne Room: The Toa of Plant Life nodded, beginning to pace back and forth in thought. His dark green eyes scanned the throne room as he considered how to word his question. Stopping before Lyxek's intricately-decorated throne, the Toa ran a hand along its armrest, feeling the card and die-shaped grooves.
"The Ring vanished the day immortality was bestowed upon the universe," he said, more casually than Kaytana might have expected. "Lyxek and his followers all disappeared without a trace--aside from a select few. Do you know what happened to them, or of any other Ring members that might be trackable?"
IC - Sanshou/Toa of Fire - Boat: Sanshou hesitated, approaching the unconscious Toa slowly. The light from a nearby lantern illuminated him, casting a warm glow on his golden armor and Kanohi. As she examined him, the Artanian raised an eye in confusion. The Toa of Fire seemed rather... familiar. He bore a great deal of resemblance to Kovian, close enough that his mask--though it had no scope--looked virtually the same as the Toa of Ice's. And yet, she was sure it wasn't. She looked at his arm, examining the wound more closely, backing away in surprise when she realized that the limb was mechanical. Bearing that in mind, she gripped the sword's handle, pulling it. A metallic groan sounded as it scraped against the metal of the Toa's arm, the rocking of the ship knocking her back slightly as it pulled free.
Weighing the sword in her hand, she looked toward the Toa as he stirred. Sanshou took several steps back, holding the sword out in front of her, aligned with the Toa's neck, as his eyes fluttered open. He gripped his head, taking a moment to gain his bearings before directing his orange-eyed gaze toward her. As the situation registered in his head, he slowly raised his hands, showing he meant no harm.
Sanshou, of course, did not buy this in the slightest.
"Who are you?" she asked, prepared to attack at the slightest hint of an aggressive response.
To her surprise, the Toa answered as one might after waking up from a nap, even though he had clearly been in a fight earlier. "I'm Torith," he said, examining the sword she held more closely. He said nothing as he moved his eyes back up to her face. "Sorry you had to find me like this; usually I'm a bit more... professional."
"Of course," Sanshou said, brushing this aside. "You mind telling me what happened here? The ship is empty--save for you."
"You and I," Torith corrected, frowning. "That's... odd."
"No kidding," Sanshou said. "Any idea where the rest of the crew went?"
Torith thought for a moment, closing his eyes as he tried to remember what had happened. "I think it was a... pirate attack... Maybe," he said. "No... That can't be right... It was a pair of Toa--one black and purple, female, like a Toa of Gravity; the other red and black, male."
"Another Toa of Fire?" Sanshou asked. Torith shook his head.
"No, no... Not Gravity or Fire..."
"Then what?" the Artanian asked.
"I... don't know," he admitted. "They weren't normal Toa--they didn't have normal elements. Not that I saw." Noticing the damage to his robotic arm, the Toa summoned a small flame in his hand, welding the hole shut as he continued. "Got the jump on us, but didn't kill anyone. Not that I know of, anyway. I tried fighting them off, but..." He looked around, genuine concern crossing his face. He looked at Sanshou again, his expression containing a mixture of panic and resolve. "I'm not sure what happened to the crew after that, or why they left me here. But I need to find them--they're my responsibility. I can't just leave them to whatever fate those fakers have in mind for them."
Sanshou stared at him, considering his story. It certainly was convenient that this 'Torith' did not remember what had happened, especially when he was the only one who seemed to have avoided some grisly fate. Then again, there was no sign of the crew, and his emotions seemed real... She sighed, lowering the sword and holding out a hand. Torith grabbed it, allowing her to help him to his feet.
"Sounds like slavers or something... I'll help you out," she said. "If your story is true... I know what it feels like to lose people to things you tried to stop. Come on--we're near Metru-Nui, so we can ask around there and look for any information that might be floating around."
"Thanks," Torith said. As Sanshou turned, beginning to walk back up the stairs, he paused. "Say, uh... Do you mind if I take my sword back?" The Artanian looked at him, noting the empty scabbard as he indicated it, and then looking at the sword she was holding as he glanced at it. Hesitating for a moment, she handed the blade to him, watching while he slid it back into its sheathe. Nodding his thanks, he followed her up the stairs, the ship continuing on toward the small island...