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IC: Idlyx Haeve - Ga-Metru "Ooh, handcuffs? You didn't seem like that type of guy."

IC: Nale Vella and Jutori - Po-Metru "What do you mean, Toa Stannis?" *** Nale sat against the wall of the cargo bay and exhaled. From what she could tell, Vyarik was gone. Her rifle and Arkius' elemental abilities had seen to it. She got to her feet and put her rifle away, knowing that whether she'd been what finished off the Hunter or not, she had crossed a line that she had told herself she never would. The Fa-Toa didn't know if that mattered to either of her brethren, but it certainly mattered to her. Choosing to speak to him in person rather than use the radio, Nale climbed up to the bridge to see the ship's captain. "The Hunter...is taken care of," she told Knichou. @BULiK

With the prerequisite of three Revenants out of the way, a new stretch goal unlocked for the Untethered faction! Kaita: Three revenants may form a single entity with access to the combined powers of the revenants involved. This entity is known as an Untethered Kaita. Untethered Kaita may use noble kanohi. All of the players involved in a Kaita may post as the Kaita. Coordinate in PMs or OOC for best effect. For size and damage, consider an Untethered Kaita larger than a titan (i.e. Brutaka) and treat all damage as if they are a normal PC. Untethered Kaita revert to individual revenants when dealt a mortal blow. Revenants must wait until the next dawn to attempt to combine again.

IC: Stan | Po "Do what?"

IC: Sans, Le-Metru "Sorry, friend, I really can't stop right now. We've got a meeting to make! We'll smell ya later, huhuhuhuhu!" Sans was beyond this newcomer now, and taking behemoth strides away. His mind was filled with thoughts... mostly about where he would be sleeping tonight, if there were any more terrorists inside the City of Legends he would have to worry about, and wondering what that one lizard was doing right now. OOC: @Vezok's Friend

OOC: Some light bunnying with the permission of Xemnas and Narrator to move us along. IC: Taja | Nixie's House "No," the scholar replied. "I don't think it's a mistake." Sitting up from the telescope, she looked down at the half-finished star chart in her lap. Hastily scrawled coordinates dotted its surface; it was messy work, the kind Jaa would have torn up before her eyes. But it was clear enough for her to see that things were not as they should be. "I was monitoring Turaga Dume's star before the skies changes. It was... flickering. One day it was there, and the next it wasn't. Look—" she held out the chart with one hand and pointed at an empty space with the other. "It's gone again. Vanished." Taja rubbed her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. "I double— no, triple-checked that Toa Tuyet's star was gone just this morning. It wasn't a mistake then, and it isn't now. These stars are flickering like old lightstones. Toa Tuyet isn't dead, but—" "—she's not alive, either," Nixie finished. Kohara looked a little lost, but she understood the gravity of the situation. Holding up the two charts she was working on, she cleared her throat. "While we're talking about changing stars... Here. Look at these two. They haven't vanished, but they've moved. A lot." Nixie peered at the map, silently mouthing the coordinates, then began to flip through one of her books. Taja leaned over and frowned. One of those stars was familiar, now that she was taking a second look. Wasn't it one of the stars she'd investigated earlier? Wasn't it— "Lhikan's star," Nixie said, looking up from her book. "And the other one's Nidhiki's. They're drifting." "Especially Nidhiki's," Kohara said, pointing out the discrepancy between the maps. "You said this is the Mangai cluster, right? It's hardly part of that constellation now." "You catch on quick," Taja said. She smiled, but it quickly disappeared as she contemplated the weight of their discovery. "You're right. All the stars have moved, but the Mangai cluster stayed relative to each other. Except for those two. Toa Nidhiki's star isn't even in the nebula anymore." "It's a lone star now," Nixie said quietly. "It doesn't belong to a constellation at all."

IC: Sidra - Ta-Metru Despite the warmth radiating around her, Sidra felt incredibly, horrifyingly cold in that moment. That wasn't possible. How was Othorak still functioning with half of his skull blown off? How had he gained fire powers? What has he become? She leveled the launcher and fired again, this time aiming to sever the undead being's head at the neck. Perhaps a total decapitation would be enough to stop him... _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ IC: Vyarik - Po-Metru There it was. The fury, the fire, the ferocity, of a Toa who had finally hit his breaking point. Vyarik hadn't expected the mention of Dume to be such a powerful motivator. Stannis didn't seem to care about his own life, or have much regard for those he dragged into his madness, so it had come as surprise that he'd finally snapped over the mere mention of the city's decrepit figurehead. The moment he heard Stannis' words, witnessed that vicious intensity in his eyes, saw him raise his hand, Vyarik started to duck down, tightening his grip on the railing before him. But the attack, when it came, was not the assault of stone he had anticipated, and the lance of searing light flung him to the floor of the transport. Skin stinging, vision reduced to a blurry haze, Vyarik stayed where he lay for several long moments, his shattered focus forcing him to return to his full size. "You call yourself a hero!" He snarled as he forced himself, unsteadily, to rise to his feet, "Who have you saved? What have you stopped?" The world around him was little more than a beige haze, punctuated by vague splotches of colour, but he focused his glazed glare at the one he knew to be Stannis, "Nuparu died right before you, and you let his killer slip away. While you escaped in the skies, a terrorist wreaked havoc in Le-Metru. Now dozens more lie dead in Ta-Metru because you busied yourself playing in the sand instead of saving them."

IC: Kovac Krossfari - Ga-Metru ("I just want my phonecall.") The Toa stared into Idlyx's eyes, unhealthy urges flowing through his mind, his fist shaking as the adrenaline refused to wear off quickly. "...Go ahead." He finally said, a strange smirk on his face. "But do me a favour." A malicious twinkle in his eyes. "...Show me what your master sent you?" OOC: @Tarn IC: Thom - Silver Sea Island (Borrowing some transport) Trudging through all the twice dead corpses, the Skakdi was surprised to find many boats unoccupied about the beachhead. Not disappointed, of course, just surprised. He wondered how long it'd take him to get to Metru-Nui on one of them. Considering they were powered by technology, he reckoned it shouldn't take him more than a day. Maybe less if he was very lucky. He was hardly in a rush, after all. Toa, frustratingly, tended to stick around longer than their occupational hazards would imply. He was sure Nale would still be functioning once he arrived. Of course, not after he arrived, but he was getting ahead of himself. Selecting a smallish dinghy that would suit a low profile expedition starring himself, he hopped on excitedly.

IC Kilo-M9 - Po-metru Sculpture Fields: Possible miscalculation. Updating specifications for level 7 weakness disks. Beginning excavation. The steel sentinel was silent as the effects of its actions occurred. It was silent still as the collapsing of stone and rumbling of flowing sand slowly came to a halt. Once all was said and done, and the results were beginning to settle in the minds of its hopefully not former allies, there was only one thing to be said. “Interior of pyramid now accessible. This unit will search for clues.” Without any hesitation, the machine descended into the ruins and began picking apart the rubble, examining the bits of marble it found for any semblance of carvings or indicators, tossing the unmarked bits out of the new dig site. If there was anything left to find, the automaton wouldn’t stop unless it found something, or a better idea presented itself. For a being unable to feel, there was only the mission.

I actually have been preparing to build a CCBS based G2 style revamp of Solek; just because of how much of a meme that character is for in part due to this opinion. More so with a spoof a TTV's jokes on the subject, but it seems pretty universal Solek is disliked. Personally, I think the mask is kind of neat; but it suffers the same problem all masks post 2004 had, they aren't ABS plastic and feel thinner. I am glad I never got the original Av-Matoran though, I feel like my CCBS rebuilds on them will be better since they won't have such weak joints. I don't have Solek really that far along yet, but I am finished with Gavla and Kirop is almost finished... so its kind of my example of how these characters look in a different style. I guess what my MOC is trying to say, is the Av-Matoran and Shadow Matoran had some neat ideas... but Lego executed them poorly in 2008 with the socket design, limited articulation and low piece count; but their silhouettes offer plenty of potential.

Life's been a whirlwind of some kind of magnitude, but I've been up in Canada successfully working toward my PhD. Poutine is amazing. Even more amazing than mashed potatoes in french fry form is that after having started a relationship and working toward a life together, Aanchir (Skye) proposed on Valentine's Day! It's been an incredible feeling - warm, peaceful, and also how I end up just beaming like a dork when I get to say "my fiancée" in conversation at school and everywhere, really. We don't have a specific time fixed for the wedding yet, since Skye's going to get everything in place to move up here permanently in place first, but consider: LEGOLAND wedding.

IC: Taja | Nixie's House It seemed the stars were aligning to send her on a quest for the Great Disks, regardless of her own plans. Taja swallowed, suddenly a little anxious. She preferred the study of destiny to the carrying out of destiny. There was less pressure. But if the Great Spirit called, who was she to deny it? Her life's purpose was to listen to his words. And now a knock on the door. Someone named Okuo. Was destiny sending them another companion? "Hello, Okuo," she said, suddenly bold. "Are you here about the Great Disk?" @Onaku

OOC: and with Vyraik's death... IC: Wish With Me You’re so sure about what you want Hold me How can you see your destiny When I fixed the stars? Life is not a dream For you My dreams are your life Join me Feel alive because I can’t See the world like I did When we are sure about what we want ... Othorak’s horrific wail echoed through the bones of those around. Fa’Amatai’s body twisted with the wail leagues away on a beach in the middle of a silvery sea. Beneath the sandy dunes of the Po-Metru sculpture fields another revenant’s spirit core birthed into existence. They all called each other, and they all heard each other, and they needed each other. They were more than Othorak, or Fa’Amatai, or the hundreds of undead, or Vyarik. They lived. And they died. And they lived… Wish me Dream me Caress me Spell the words on my palm when I cannot see Give me life so I may live it Among the stars Of your destinies

IC: Raz - Coliseum "Oh boy, here I go killing again." Raz said quietly, out of earshot of anyone. They couldn't help but feel a little bit excited about this prospect. Old man locked up at the top of a tower with robotic guard dogs and who-knew-what-else up there with him. This was going to be interesting. These kinds of jobs were what made this job worth doing. Approaching the Coliseum gates, Raz looked around for the nearest person or Vahki they could speak with. "Excuse me, I'm here to see Dume? Important Dark Hunter business that very much concerns him and can't be delayed."

IC, Atamai: Po-Metru I shook my head. "I think that's a bad idea. A blade burrower might make the situation worse. I think Stannis should program a power into his mask that'll let him fix the pyramid."

IC: Jutori - Po-Metru "When you say it out loud it sounds stupid."

OOC: mobile post IC: Vyarik - Po-Metru He'd been right, of course. They were never going to let him go free. Still, he hadn't expected this level of cruel duplicity from the Toa... gunned down from behind by one mere moments after another had told him he was free to leave. They weren't righteous. They weren't heroes. They were every bit as deadly and uncaring as the League or the Hunters, they just hid it better. Winning over the hearts and minds of the weak masses, concealing their cruelty behind a veneer of nobility and a code they barely bothered to obey. His fingers were going numb, slipping away from the sandy stone. He could barely feel the pain anymore, either. He just felt cold. He'd always thought he would go down fighting, finally bested in a 1v1 with a worthy opponent. That was the fate he'd craved. This wasn't right. It wasn't fair. This wasn't- And then a mass of seething sand crashed down upon him, and he fell. Vyarik didn't flail, he didn't cry out, he just plummeted, straight down, his body folding in very anatomically-incorrect directions as he crashed down atop the spine of the steadily-sinking transport. He wished that had been enough to kill him outright, but it wasn't. So he lay there, staring skywards, barely able to feel his extremities as they were slowly swallowed by the seeping sands.

IC: Nale Vella - Po-Metru She felt like there was a dark cloud over her head. Her shot had landed, and Vyarik was injured. For some reason, that felt cathartic, maybe because she had finally landed a proper hit on the Hunter after all this time. Nale reloaded and moved her crosshair onto Vyarik again, less hesitation this time as her finger sat on the trigger, and her nerves protested little. She wondered if this was how he felt, when he had become so numb to violence and killing that the Code no longer mattered to him. Maybe the invisible man had rubbed off on her. She took another breath. Nale did not feel that funny feeling any more--she just wanted this over. This was what emotion did. The things she'd try to suppress, seeing herself as lawful and just and logical. Not like him. Not like him. She fired a second time.

IC: Skorm (Silver Sea, Barraki Fortress) Skorm cleared his throat. His nap had left his body rejuvenated, but his mind strained. He tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. Who was Nuju? "We also recovered several pieces of Nynrah technology, a servitor drone, as well as a memory crystal, Lord Carapar." He held out the satchel containing the items he had taken from the crashed airship. Who was Nuju?

OOC: mobile post IC: Vyarik - Po-Metru Vyarik grit his teeth as something struck his back, rupturing armour and tearing into the flesh beneath. He shuddered, muscles screaming, pain blossoming in his back, his ascent momentarily arrested as his brain and body struggled to process what had just happened. Stannis was gone. Arkius hadn't attacked. Who... how? The Toa with the rifle had been unaccounted for during the earlier exchange... They must have been up in the airship... They'd shot him. In the back. Even as a languid trickle of viscous liquid began to seep from the wound, Vyarik allowed himself a moment to appreciate the uncharacteristically underhanded move the Toa had made. It was exactly the kind of move a Dark Hunter would make. And then the moment was over as his hand slipped slightly, the ragged rock beneath his palm reopening his wound from the previous day, making his grip all the slipperier. He jammed his sword into the rockface with his other hand to anchor himself, clinging weakly as he ground his open hand into the sand, trying to clog the wound with sand. The action stung like a swarm of fireflyers, and his back was aflame with pain, a growing weight trying to drag him back down to his waiting death below. A part of him wanted to give up, to let go. He'd come so far, accomplished so much, slain so many. He'd made his name known, done the Dark Hunters proud, played his part to perfection. He'd earned the right to rest. But surrender was not in his nature. And so, with excruciating slowness, he brought up his hand once more, and resumed his slow ascent.

OOC: @Azibo Thanks for the heads up. Missed the line about the disc pack. IC [Zataka, Le]: The Iridescent titan watched the Turaga step over her impassively. She let out a small breath, concentrated on her mask power and turned around. “Forgive a newcomer for being inquisitive. Giant elders are an uncommon sight. Why the hurry?“ She asked aloud. The answer, if he’d give one, didn’t matter all that much. She was more interested in listening to his thoughts. As anyone who ever tried to not picture a pink Kane-Ra can attest, it is hard to not think of a subject while being prompted. By, say, an innocent question for example. Zataka leaned forward, elbows on the walkway railing, fingers interlaced.

IC: Idlyx Haeve - Ga-Metru The Hunter blinked. He hadn't expected Kovac to actually let him check his iStone, he was looking for a distraction. The fact the Vo-Toa was trying to toy with him also threw him off, and he knew that whatever he'd just received was for Dark Hunter eyes only, not some Toa-hero. "Well..." he said, reaching down as slowly as possible, "...it's personal, you know." As if it mattered. Idlyx slid the iStone out of his pocket, taking care to avoid showing Kovac the screen. He brought it up to his four eyes and couldn't help but let out an ooh noise. "I don't think you wanna see this," the Kekamaire said, then tutted. "I think you might just...kill me." He turned the tablet towards his opponent, revealing the hit on Turaga Dume. The Hunter smiled and shrugged. IC: Nale Vella - Po-Metru Vyarik had been on their trail since what felt like the beginning of time. Ever since Onu-Metru, and Nuparu's death, it seemed like the size-changer had kept pace with them and proselytized every chance he got. She had expected at least some reprieve once they reached the Sculpture Fields, but the Hunter did not know when to quit, his obsession with Stannis more zealous than the old man's own religious beliefs. The Fa-Toa sighed as she saw him fight to climb his way up from the sinkhole, and once again her emotions and the law went into conflict. She assumed that was what the funny feeling in her gut was: two combatants going to blows, fighting over whether she should squeeze the trigger or let this play out on its own. Ah, ##### it. I'm taking the shot. She took a breath, aimed and fired a shot at the Dark Hunter, intent on making him lose his grip at the very least. IC: Rose - Temple Assault ...and then came, through the fighting, a battle cry as Rose charged towards Kal with her shield raised, about to ram him in hopes of stunning the entity long enough for someone, anyone to come up and finally finish him off. Considering her size and strength, especially with her mechsuit, this was like having a freight train come at you full-speed.

IC: Kal - Temple Assault Thinking quickly, Kal used his sudden weightlessness to his advantage, tugging himself hard by the whip wrapped around Jephro's swords to send himself flying directly at the unwitting toa of gravity, evading the blast of fire from Oreius and easily kicking away the blades from Skyra, his speedy trajectory delivering him straight to Jephro with a sword raised for a devastating attack on an opponent whose weapons were out of play. IC: Arkius - Po-Metru Arkius walked to the edge of the pit Stannis had made, his axe in hand. There was an expression of disgust on his face, though clouded by surprise at the situation. He hadn't expected Stannis to resort to this, but now that it had transpired, he found himself conflicted. The conflict was relieved somewhat by the other two hunters abandoning ship and jumping to safety, but Vyarik had stayed behind, having caught the brunt of Stannis' light attack. Arkius frowned, his eyes furrowing at the Dark Hunter. "Hunter! From where I'm standing, you have three options. You can leave the transport and escape, jump up here and face me, or you can go down with it and suffocate under the sand. Only one of those will end well for you. Choose wisely!"

IC [Zataka, Northern Le-Metru Chute System]: The Vahki had let her pass. She’d toyed with the idea of disposing of the mechanical enforcers, but why ruin a good first impression? With so many eyes on her it was an opportunity to get her name and intentions into the public consciousness, so she'd submitted to city authority and told them she was on their side. A little cooperation works wonders sometimes. Passing the gates, Zataka entered the chute and now drifted at speed in the flow, casually maneuvering around cargo containers and other travelers, all the while gazing out at the Metru's skyline. Eventually she’d have to catch a junction that would take her west towards Ko-Metru, but until then, she had time to take in the view. She made a mental note of how micro patterns seemed to echo at a macro scale here. With a little abstraction, some of the buildings looked oddly like enormous body parts: The connected buildings and skyscrapers, the unique Le-Matoran architecture, the giant Turaga walking between them - With a sudden twist, she pulled up, spinning to avoid a Matoran. His startled shouts went ignored as she aimed for a rapidly approaching chute support ring. Her fingers curled around its edge as she passed it, the momentum carrying her forward and around, flinging her at speed from the chute in a spray of silver. She twisted again in mid air to land feet first on the roof below, dropping low as her legs absorbed the impact and sliding forward until coming to a stop near the edge. Turning, she scanned the skyline again until she found what she’d spotted before: there was indeed an oversize Turaga on his way through the urban jungle. First Dume’s big head, now this… She kept watching as the giant continued to walk, roughly in the direction of the coliseum, it seemed. She was just about ready to file the sight away as just another curiosity, but then noticed the other beings he carried in his arms: three Matoran, one of which in turn held onto small pack. Hostages? No, they seemed relaxed and nobody was moving to intercept either. “Well, well, well…” Even as she began crossing from rooftop to rooftop in order to catch up, the thought that this had been almost too easy nagged at her, but she ignored it. With Dume’s broadcast calling for the disks to be delivered within the same hour, this had to be more than coincidence. Though the distance between them was considerable, the Turaga had to move somewhat carefully at his size to avoid injuring other pedestrians or running into obstacles, which allowed her to close the gap within a reasonable amount of time and even get a block ahead. Zataka dropped down from the rooftop onto a walkway connecting this building to the one across the street, in full view of the Turaga and his companions. OOC: Don't mind me dropping in I hope? =) @Crimson Jester @Azibo @EmperorWhenua @Onaku

IC: Waveahk (Po-Metru, Sculpture Fields, Vahki Transport) Having seen this coming, Waveahk blasted the side wall of the transport with his Zamor, the charged kinetic energy within blasting a hole through which he leaped though, making it across the gaping chasm. "The nerve of some people." IC: Ostrox (Silver Sea, The Ripple) Ostrox was unimpressed by Mazor's choice of location. "A bag, Mazor? A BAG?! It's an artifact of unimaginable power and you keep it in the same place you'd keep your shopping!?"

OOC: sorry for the hold up, been busy IC Kanohi - Po-Metru Kanohi was … he thought he had seen a hatch on the airship, back when he had been leaping and grappling around to to examine the damage to the hull. That would be a way back inside. But he was hanging from the underside of the airship, and with nothing to grapple to, he had little way of moving from his perch. Well he could let go and then immediately try to hook the airship as he fell, but his reflexes, he doubted he could rely on them. If there were towers nearby that he could grapple to if he missed, he might try it, but in this flat sculpture field, he did not dare. He hung there as the wind roared and struck him, he wasn’t particularly strong but at least he could endure the waves of wind. And as Kanohi dangled there he could see a glint of metal below, and a plume of dust spiraled skyward. Was something happening? A Rahi attack? Dark Hunters? The League? No it … the sculptures below seemed damaged? A bio quake, here? If the Toa and the others had fallen in, or if the puzzle was broken… There … there was not much he could do up here, but Kanohi still unholstered his disk launcher. It would be difficult, but he could still try to mend things from his perch. He waited, hoping to gauge how bad the damage was.

OOC: I think Vyarik doesn't want a fight, just to bore us to death with dialogue. IC Stan | Po Stannis was aware of Arkius' grip, understood his words even, yet did not seem to hear them. The old Wanderer's razor-sharp focus was on Vyarik and the threat the Hunters had on the mission he had. He was enraged, but that anger did not translate to losing control—Stannis, it seemed, was steely calm despite the emotions burning inside. "You haven't the righteousness to speak, Hunter," he condemned Vyarik, his voice scathing, and shot another lance of light just as severe as the first to renew their incapacitation. "You are a broken record who will be stopped." And then the Stone elemental attack came, not from the surface but from beneath the vahki transport the Dark Hunters had come on. The Sculpture Fields were a volatile area, full of overmined quarries and unstable wastes so unsafe one needed experienced guides to stay safe, and as Stannis' companions had learned mere seconds earlier the presence of stone was not the most frightening thing in Po-Metru... It was the absence of it. Like a trapdoor released, the stone foundations around the vahki transport melted away, and in their place was a newly created pit of sand without a floor to sustain its volume. The transport's legs might have been quick, but there was no use in attempting to claw at a ground with no substance to it. It was a pitiful ending, but a fitting one as it swallowed the transport, and attempted to take its passengers with it, to the bottom of the quicksand pit. The sands would soon serve to silence the Hunter's words... and their tears. Stannis turned away from the sight and looked to Arkius. "Ensure their fate, Brother," was all he said as he strode to the other scene of wreckage to examine what was left of the Great Disc puzzle.

IC: Taja | Nixie's House "Yes." If the Toa was offering help, they were going to take it. She might not have any experience, but an extra set of hands would still make things move more quickly. Between the three of them, they might just be able to get something done. But they would need to work to their strengths. "I'll work the telescope," she said. "And fill in new charts that show the new positions. "You—" she pointed at the Toa, realizing, embarrassed, that she didn't yet know her name. "You can compare the new charts to the old ones. Write down the names of the stars and how far they've drifted." Her head beginning to pound now, Taja looked at Nixie. "And Nixie, you'll interpret the new positions. Do your— your parallel thing." She shook her head, wishing that Jaa were here. "Why don't we start with the Mangaia cluster. We can build off what you've already seen."

Sans carrying the Ko-Matoran to Turaga Dume's doorstep be like also Kilo-M9 is my favorite character and I don't care who knows it.

IC: Sans, The Notch "My old friend!" The jovial Turaga extended an aged hand towards the cute reptilian Rahi, who just scurried and hid. It made Sans smile. "Friends, follow me, I've been here before." Sans led his three Matoran companions down the familiar ladder and back towards the entrance to the web of chutes. They took a minute to appreciate everything they overcame. Sans was quite the surfer back in his day, but the twisting labyrinth of rushed tube currents was all he could handle, now. They all looked upon the Le-Metru Great Disk one more time before securing it inside their pack once more, then they walked back out into the more populated Le-Metru streets. Sans became dissatisfied with their pace, especially because he knew he was slowing the group down slightly with his old legs. "Here, come close, I'll get us to the Colosseum in a fraction of the time, huhuhuhu!" Before the Ko-Matoran could turn their confused (and maybe even annoyed) faces into some form of protest, Sans closed his eyes, focused, and started growing. His humble form expanded, and within mere moments, he towered higher than many of the buildings erected on either side of the street. The Le-Metru citizens paused in wonder and amazement. Then he reached down, scooped up the three Matoran in his arms, and began walking through Le-Metru, eyes fixed on the distant spire that dotted the center of the Metru-Nui map. "We'll make it to Turaga Dume in no time, so long as I don't step on any Vahki or their pointy staffs, huhuhuhuhu." OOC: @Crimson Jester @EmperorWhenua @Onaku on our way to the Colosseum! IC: Othorak, Ta-Metru Chaos "Now... I'd appreciate you coming along quietly, but I'm very well aware of the likelihood of that transpiring, so I guess this is the part where we get all rough and tumble. Still, the way you're going, one might think you're on your way to turn yourself in all by yourself. Sure would make my job a lot easier." Othorak heard, but either didn't truly understand, or didn't truly care. He spoke, slower than normal, yet with less rage than he'd once possessed. "I am..." He body stopped while he turned towards his... partner in conversation. "I am going where you would take me. I will allow you to join me." The charred titan turned again, and again lumbered forward, only to be knocked to his knees from the force of a Rhotuka twisting through his skull. Maybe a quarter of it was sent flying into the smokey air as worthless scrap, maybe a third. He stood again, and turned to face Raz. "If you're in a hurry to join us, you need only ask." His face was mainly intact, at least in regards to the immediate attack he suffered. It was the top-and-side of his skull that was removed. His Faxon now dangled precariously onto his face; it might've fallen off, had it not melted into his skin already. Flames filled his eyes as his familiar rage returned to him. Memories of all those who hindered his mission flooded his brain like rain pouring into the ocean. Airships with lights, Vahki in hallways... on the beach.. the cannons blasting the swarms of fighters fighting up the cliff-side... the emerald assassin who followed him inside... the foxhole.. the Matoran cowering in fear nearby... The small holes in Othorak's stomach burned almost white with fire before a crackling ball of fire shot out from his abdomen, intending to obliterate the cocky Raz who intended to stop his mission. At the same time, his jaws unleashed an ominous wail that could've cracked the stars themselves. As the fireball flew through the smokey Ta-Metru air, an alien presence seemed to manifest beside him. OOC: @Onaku @Nato the Traveler , also summoning @Crimson Jester (sorry for double pings)

Did somebody in po happen bring a vacuum cleaner?

Happy Monday! Hey everyone, welcome to March! Just a reminder this game is over on March 31st, 2020. Plan to spend the last week of March trying to wrap up loose ends, but think about what you one thing you desperately want your characters to accomplish and go for that. The last day of February saw the reveal of the fourth in-game faction: The Untethered. While there are many interesting things already known about this strange faction, please know the larger it becomes the more powers will be unlocked. As of yet, we have yet to see their “final form.” The Dark Hunter network had an update today and is no longer compromised. Until further notice Dark Hunters will return to receiving hits as they originally did. While things may seem like they couldn't get zanier, there is still more in the wild rush of SKE. We'll be burning the nitro starting soon. Love you all <3, UN Dark Hunter Hit: Kill Dume. What happened last week in SKE? The Ripple Mazor played with the silver puzzle cube more, resulting in a double eclipse in the sky which cast the known universe into an eerie darkness. The crew wrestled with their emotions post escape from the island with the grotto. Silver Sea Metru-Nui vs Kal, the throwdown continued Kal freed Thom, who rushed away from the battle Barraki Takadox inspired Amartakonen to kill Barraki Carapar during the planned final assault on Metru-Nui. Metru-Nui Okuo and Kovac helped Vhisola evade a new Dark Hunter threat. She chose to hide out at the Great Temple and gather more information about the Great Disc hidden somewhere near there. Taja visited Nixie to discuss the changes in the stars Ta-Metru Disc Hunters snuck onto the conveyor belts heading into the Great Furnace Odd Squad and Wanderers Inc. reached the second step in the Po-Metru Great Disc Puzzle, but were halted in their quest by Vyarik and the Brute Squad. Le-Metru Disc Puzzle team succeeded! See the breakdown on the Le-Metru puzzles. Turaga Nidhiki is loose in Metru-Nui. Welcome Zataka, Queen of Techwear

IC Stan | Po The Wanderer's philosophy was one of asking many questions and traveling wherever the Great Spirit guided him. The City of Legends still contained a great deal many answers, and key to the effective defense of the city against the Barraki was its leadership. With the Toa Mangai removed and Lhikan's sage management no longer a possibility, the continuity of Turaga Dume's reign, however questionable in manner to had been of late, was essential. There was no other leader who the whole of the citizenry would obey, and that throne was certainly not one Stannis wanted for himself, either, though there were some half-or-so of those who knew him who would theoretically endorse his enthronement. No, Dume was essential, and above that Dume was a representative of the Matoran nations. He needed to be protected, for no small number of reasons. .:Does he speak truth?:. he asked of Vashni across their mental network. .:He does.:. came a curt but somber reply. Up until then, Vyarik represented little more than an annoyance to Stannis, who's placid assuredness in his own abilities to more than effectively defend himself and his allies from the single Dark Hunter had banished the thought of a real danger. Stannis had not been concerned for his own safety but for others', an ethic that was represented not only at that moment's bravado but in the very existence of the matoran who stood and worked behind him, all of whom either looked up to him as a hero or were saved by him in distant battles and lands. It took a lot to draw The Wanderer into action as ironically, despite his reputation as a warrior and general, he much preferred his roles of wanderer and chronicler which were relatively pacifist vocations, vocations at the time manifested by the rucksack still slung on his shoulders. The precious contents of that bag were also—though he purposefully did not mention it to anyone—the single most important reason he never once considered giving himself in to the Vahki, and also the "donation" to which the archivist Atamai had earlier referred. Stannis had come to Metru Nui as a historian and teacher, and as such chose not to directly engage in hostility against any sentient being. That is, until Vyarik said his last sentence. In that instant, Vyarik became a credible threat to Stannis' prerogative on Metru Nui, as any Dark Hunter who worked in the city was a danger to Turaga Dume. And there was no arguing with Vyarik—he would not heed pleadings of mercy or cast aside of his bloodshed ways, nor would his pride allow him to consider anything besides a dogged persistence at achieving his contract, as his statement in front of Stannis a moment before confirmed. Words slid off his mind like water on wax, and there was only one way Stannis could stop Vyarik from attempting another mission. "Hunter, I told you, I will deny you the taking of even a single life on Metru Nui," Stannis scolded, his pearly eyes glowing with the same brilliant intensity Vyarik had seen right before he was banished from the Taku's hold with the snap of Stannis' fingers. "Not mine, not my friends', and not Turaga Dume's." He raised a hand, and suddenly a burst of energy bright like a solar flare lanced from his palm to Vyarik and arced in a cone before Stannis. Anyone there who looked in his direction with unprotected eyes, either Vyarik or the others in the transport, would very well be blinded—if not stunned—by the attack. Finally, the assembled companies would witness the famed Wanderer fighting for a cause again.

IC: Mazor-The Ripple Mazor nodded, stood up, and, without thinking about it, started to put the cube in his bag. IC: Jephro-Temple Assault Jephro gasped as Kal suddenly appeared in front of him. He instinctively brought his blades into a defensive position. The whip wrapped tightly around the swords. Jephro struggled to free them but it was no use. Thinking quickly, he reversed the gravity effect he had placed on Kal then tugged on his bound swords, hoping to lift Kal off the ground and smack him into something. IC: Paju And Ellie-Ga Metru "WHAT!" Paju fell over on her back. Ellie smiled and loped over to Karista, atemting to sniff her. "Wait," Paju called. Ellie froze. Paju jumped up and ran to Karista. "I'm so sorry ms. Toa, If I had known I would have tried to stop her before you got hurt." Paju pulled out some medical tape and antiseptic to bandage Karista's arm. "It doesn't look to bad, you should be able to heal up soon. Of course, I don't know much about medicine, I've just picked up what I need to to patch myself. I tend to get in trouble a lot..." She continued to ramble on, avoiding eye contact with Karista. IC: The Informant-Po-Metru As the notification for the dark hunters came on the screen The Informant smiled. Finally, after all this panicked runing and lack of information, here was something he could control. He had already built up a weath of notes on the colluseeum, which the shadowed one had requested a while back. He had mapped out as much of the place as possible, and while It was a little old, it should do the trick. He grabbed his things and headed out, dismissing his dupes along the way so he could focus. On the dark hunters web, anyone looking at the note on the Dume case would find another message with a codeword for one of the Dark Hunter's safe houses. The one closest to the colluseum. "Meet here, Informant wants to provide information and cordinate the assasination."

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Cover Blown) Leonn's blood ran cold. It was okay, he was trained for this. All this did was accelerate the situation. He was going to get caught anyway, it was fine. At a last ditch attempt to save his act, he shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, mine's back at my safehouse. It wouldn't do to be caught with potentially vital information, would it?" A smile, masking the preparation to laser Waveahk's face off. OOC: @Toru Nui IC: Kovac Krossfari - Ga-Metru (Running Hot) The Toa's face visibly twitched. "I would've liked killing her." Rage hearkening back to a time on an island far away all but bubbled to the surface, white eyes widening in righteous fury. His fists sparked with crippled but persistent elemental energy. Idlyx was a sadist. A new breed of criminal, one that betrayed all common conceptions of what made Idlyx's peers think. That scared him, but it did worse than that. It made him wrathful, and Idlyx could plainly see that for how dangerously quiet he'd made the vigilante after his taunt. "Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to move your legs to chase after a Matoran again." The words came finally, and were laced with all but lethal poison, as he growled, sending a powerful kick to Idlyx's kneecap, in an attempt to break it entirely. OOC: @Tarn

IC: Reliable Narrator | The Ripple The pilot of The Ripple followed his Captain's orders, flying the airship quickly through the eternal night of the eclipse. He'd never seen an solar eclipse until today, and to see a double solar eclipse left him both awed and terrified. He checked the readings at his station and felt safe in their flight in case of another pirate ambush, but nothing happened on the journey home to the island of the Barraki warlords. Barraki Carapar met them all as they departed the vessel, his chin raised proudly. "Did you find the vessel?" He asked. Skorm awoke from a nightmare as The Ripple arrived at Port. In it, his sense of self washed away into a plane of nothingness -- no light, no shadow, Nothing. But even the Nothing was Something, a violent merging, greeting, assimilation, and rejection of anything. He felt stuck between the moments on a clock, trapped between reality where nothing should exist. He stood on a beach, sensations of sound and surf washing over him. He stood wreathed in flame, the vaguest outline of a tall spire peaking through smoke and screams. He woke drenched in sweat with a name on his tongue. Who was Nuju, and why did Skorm care? IC: Nixie | Ga-Metru, Great Temple "Oh hello!" Nixie said, startled. "Hello toa-hero, of course you're welcome let me just move here, uh no there, uh no here -- hi. What's your name?"

THE ROLES OF BOTA MAGNA KRUTIERA MAGNA The Mayor of Krutiera Magna - The Mayor of Krutiera Magna acts as as a 'leader' of Krutiera Magna, chosen by a combination of the populace's votes and then the Lord of Earth picking from a pool of candidates put forward. The Mayor is expected to act on the behalf of Krutiera Magna's populace, while also keeping the Lord of Earth's rule intact. While they may seem redundant with the Lord of Earth present, the Lord of Earth cannot rule an entire city by themselves. For that reason, the Mayor is expected to report to the Lord of Earth on how things are going in Krutiera Magna. Captain of the Guard - The Captain of the Guard is in charge of Krutiera Magna's guard force, which also doubles as its military. The Captain is expected to organise the defence of Krutiera Magna against threats, outside and inside, though they cannot command the Palace Guard - only the Lord of Earth may do such a thing. They also report to the Mayor, rather than the Lord of Earth. Palace Guard - The Palace Guards serve the Lord of Earth above all else, even Krutiera Magna which the Lord of Earth rules. As such, they guard the Palace of Earth, and often accompany the Lord of Earth wherever they go, and in some aspects serve as their bodyguards, though the Lord of Earth is capable of defending themselves. In addition, they can command Krutiera Magna's guard force, a fact that can sometimes cause friction if the Palace Guard are seen to be abusing their privileges of command. Advisor to the Lord of Earth - The Lord of Earth is wise, but not infallible. As such, they need someone to advise them on certain matters, and the Advisor is also expected to accompany the Lord of Earth wherever they go. They are also the individual the Lord of Earth trusts the most - if the Lord of Earth were to be absent, and the Advisor remaining behind, the Advisor would be allowed to represent the Lord of Earth, basically taking the run of things until the Lord of Earth returns. Diplomat - The Diplomat is expected to represent Krutiera Magna when dealing with those from the other settlements such as Bota Minor and Antrauta, and in part due to that is not allowed to carry too much advanced technology on them so as to not jeopardise relations with Bota Minor. BOTA MINOR Chieftain - The Chieftain is the overall leader of Bota Minor, descending from Bota Minor's current ruling family. They are expected to act in the interests of Bota Minor, and respect its traditions while taking a zero tolerance policy towards any and all technology. Heir to the Chieftain - The Heir of the Chieftain is next in line to become Bota Minor's Chieftain, as a descendant of the Chieftain. They are to be prepared for their time leading Bota Minor, and one of these ways is by acting in place of the Chieftain whenever the Cheiftain is away, as well as advising them (which will also help them when they come to power). If they were irresponsible, they might be able to get away with a lot due to their position. Emissary - The Emissary handles diplomatic relations with the other settlements of Bota Magna, and is expected to report upon developments within those other settlements, in part so that the spread of technology does not lead to another shattering. Were they to be particularly underhanded, they might even think about sabotaging the technology they find in the possessions of others... Farmer - The Farmer farms, tending to the large farms on the swampy forest floor beneath Bota Minor. They are expected to care for and grow high-quality produce, assisted by the Scarabigs (domesticated large scarabax beetles), and are also expected to fend off anything that might threaten the farms - insects of varying size, saboteurs, disease; and are often heavily involved in the production of medical salves, poisons, and antidotes of Bota Magna. General of the Vineguard - The General of the Vineguard leads the Vineguard - a force dedicated to the safety of Bota Minor, as well as the destruction of any technology found within Bota Minor, and the well-being of the trees that Bota Minor is based upon. ANTRAUTA The Chancellor - Elected by a vaguely defined council of individuals considered to be of significance in Antrauta (who themselves are elected), the Chancellor is the closest thing Antrauta has to a proper leader. Their leadership is not concrete, and thus their authority can be challenged, though for the sake of ease many go along with it as long as the Chancellor has been earnestly representing and benefiting Antrauta, not to mention the ire of any allies the Chancellor may have. The Speaker - Like the Chancellor, the Speaker of Antrauta is elected from the council of Antrauta, however, instead of 'leading' Antrauta, the Speaker of Antrauta is expected to represent Antrauta in diplomacy. As such, rather than a subordinate of the Chancellor, they are an equal who may do what they want, with the expectation that it benefits Antrauta in some way. Commander of the Order of Outcasts - The Order of Outcasts is a militia dedicated to defending Antrauta, led by its Commander, who also does not answer to anyone's authority but their own when it comes to defending Antrauta - a fact that fortunately has not often been exploited; as unlike the Chancellor or Speaker, they are not elected from the council - the Commander is selected from within the Order of Outcasts. at least whenever a new one is needed. WILDERNESS Vorox Warlord - In the wilderness of Bota Magna, there are many Vorox - some solitary, some who live together, some feral, some spurned and exiled. While they could choose to go to Antrauta, many of them prefer to live in the wilderness of Bota Magna - their appearance does them no favours after all. Some, however, have dreams of leading their own pack, and taking what they can.. Hermit of the Northern Wastes - In the icy Northern Wastes of Bota Magna lives a small and disconnected community of Ice Agori, largely ignorant of Bota Magna at large, living in peace and often not communicating with others except for trade. This is one such Ice Agori. --- There we go, the roles of Bota Magna. These roles aren't 100% finalised, though I doubt they will change much.

Before I even begin, since this is a Marvel-related thread, I wanna ask that no one spoils Endgame. I personally have seen it, but I know that others here have not, so please be considerate! Anyways, I'm sure all of us here are fairly familiar with Thor's hammer Mjolnir, and the ever-famous "Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." enchantment that Odin put upon it. This enchant was mainly for the purpose of keeping beings such as Loki from wreaking havoc with it, and making sure Thor lived up to who he was supposed to be, but Thor and Odin are not the only beings to ever wield Mjolnir. In fact, for those who don't know, Mjolnir has even been wielded by beings outside of Marvel comics. I won't go into a list, but a few of the individuals who have wielded the hammer in comics are Spider-Man, Black Widow, Magneto, Professor X, Wonder Woman, and Superman. In the case of Superman, he was only able to wield it temporarily in a desperate hour, when he tried it to pick it back up later, he couldn't. So this begs the question...which Bionicle characters would be worthy of Mjolnir? And which characters would the hammer allow to wield its power temporarily in a desperate hour? For me, the two most obvious characters that could be worth of holding the hammer are Takanuva and Matoro. Mata Nui after his time on Bara Magna could probably wield it. Not 100% sure on Tahu, but I think he could, at least temporarily if nothing else. Just a fun little discussion me and a friend had recently, figured I'd bring it here and see what everyone else has to offer.

Interestingly, back in 2002 we were told that the silver Kanohi represented fusions of three ordinary Kanohi, whereas the golden masks were fusions of six. It wasn't until later that fans started to see the silver masks as not-worn Kanohi. Understandable really, since it makes much more sense that way and we never had any "lesser versions" of the golden Kanohi in story.