Mining Shaft Alpha, Olford
Tornados. I hate tornados.
Sometimes, when the sun beats down too hard, we get what we call a dust devil or, more commonly, a duster. Olford's proximity to what desert remains of Bara Magna, behind the rain shadow of the mountain range, makes us a prime target for dusters. Dusters, however, while an annoyance and a cause of some delays in surface work, possess not the power to tear apart buildings and shatter bones as tornados do.
I dive to the side as the rock I had used for cover flies like a missile into the mountainside. There are a couple cries as the four guards remaining in my entourage duck and run, hoping to divide the Toa of Air's attention. It won't work, I decide as I drop to one knee and draw an arrow: Our attacker is too focused on wanton destruction to care for picking out individual targets.
I hear the sharp whistle of a tornado bearing down on me from my two o'clock and give myself two seconds. I concentrate briefly on our attacker, magnetizing his armor so it sticks uncomfortably together. One. I stick my tongue out, estimate the effects of the wind on my arrow's flight, shift my position accordingly...
Twang. Off it goes. I watch its flight path bend with the wind just as I had predicted--
And off I go as the tornado I had noticed slams into me and flings me first into the air, then into the ground.
* * *
GM IC: Turaga Tahu
Panel HQ, Central City
"Thank you for being prompt, fellow Turaga," Tahu greeted them. Gali, Pohatu, Onua, Kopaka, Lewa -- their faces were so familiar now that Tahu's memory of their names was merged with that of their respective Kanohi. With the exception of Lewa, who had arrived before the others, Tahu nodded to each Turaga in turn.
"I called you here because I believe it's time to take drastic measures. We know thanks to active security and our Census that members of our society are missing. We know, too, that the Kanohi Vahi has disappeared. The citizens of Mata Magna aren't safe, and that, brothers and sisters, is a serious problem. Kopaka" -- for the Turaga of Ice had perked up as if to say something -- "I know it's obvious, but please, brother, let me finish my little spiel without interruption."
Kopaka acquiesced, though his gaze still rested intently upon Tahu's eyes. Maybe he was using his Akaku to examine Tahu's head as he waited for Tahu to finish speaking. The Turaga of Ice could be patient when he wanted to be, but now seemed to not be one of those times.
"Then speak!" said Gali.
Tahu inclined his head. "Very well, sister. Now... I ask that none of you call me crazy, because I already know I am, and I want to deprive Kopaka and Lewa of any possible jokes they hold at my expense." Kopaka flashed a brief smile as cold as the element he commanded; Lewa stifled a chuckle. "In light of recent events, and thanks to Professor Kora's insistences that time travel is a very real and very likely possibility... I think the time has come to use the Kanohi Olmak."
Tahu had expected disbelief, but the other Turaga's reactions were not of disbelief. No, they were of ambivalence, of scales weighing pros against cons and finding a wavering balance.
"It's dangerous, brother," said Gali. "What if we assign a team of scientists to the Olmak and find ourselves short another great Kanohi?"
"We'll watch them," said Tahu.
"Who will watch them? Us? How closely? How long?"
"I know this is a dangerous idea, but what other choice do we have?"
Another silence, this time more thoughtful. The ability to travel from dimension to dimension was far too dangerous an ability to exploit, so the Kanohi Olmak, the Turaga had decided long ago when they were still Toa, was to be locked in a place secret to all except them. To reveal undeniable proof of its existence, even to only a few people, was a concept alien to the Panel -- yet Tahu still repeated to himself, What other choice do we have?
Edited by Legolover-361, Jan 30 2013 - 04:13 PM.