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IC: Ostrox | Cortex adjacent As the warrior of Mantax’s army abandoned his charge to explore his surroundings he found himself becoming lost. It wasn’t that Ostrox didn’t have a good sense of direction or know how to navigate a series of corridors. The corridors changed. He went back a few times to confirm, and realized the more he felt lost the more he seemed to be lost, the corridors of meat and slime shifting and contorting to accommodate his experience. However, in the depths of his feeling lost he found himself feeling the call of something, and smelling the scent of ocean breeze and fruits. Ostrox began walking through strange spaces, natural spaces, tropical spaces. Each one past in a blur, as if taking a walking tour through some strange museum of the private lives of individuals he'd never known. Eventually, he stumbled out onto a beach in the afternoon. The sounds of gulls echoed from up high, and the sunlight made Ostrox squint until his eyes adjusted. Behind him was the lush green tropical shrubs and grasses he emerged from, above him were palm trees and coconut trees. Ahead of him was the softest, whitest sand he ever saw, and a cerulean blue ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. In the distance along the shore rose a tiny cabana of palm leaves for a roof and carved coconut tree trunks for pillars. A matoran sat on the steps of the cabana, feet playing in the cool water up to his ankles. A thick cigar perched between his lips and he held a short glass with a single large ice cube floating in an amber liquid. From somewhere unseen beyond the sea came the sounds of steel drums, marimba, and accordion. Ostrox noticed the red color of the matoran’s armor, and a mask of regeneration rested on his face. Had he walked into memories, or into another world entirely? IC: Takadox | Leonn's Phone You better show up. There's no way I can eat all this crab!

Welcome to The Endgame! Here we are, the final week of SK:E. I’m so excited for what’s about to happen. The conclusion of this story, whatever you choose, will affect the next story we tell together in Six Kingdoms: Impact/Rebirth. I’ll do my best to be available as we approach the end for PMs, responses, etc. I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the joy you’ve given me in being able to run this game for a group of such enthusiastic role players! Cheers, UN Dark Hunter Hits: Get Nidhiki Steal the mask of creation Last Week: Coliseum: The Great Disks were assembled and several matoran who’d searched for the artifacts were turned into toa by Turaga Dume. Dume revealed the Great Disks were to make a disk of time, and the machine Nuparu fixed would create a toa of time. Dume wanted the toa of time to go back to the day the barraki ceded from the Order of Mata-Nui and use a nova blast to destroy them all in one surprise bombing. After a surprise assassination attempt by Sidra, Dume used the last of his power to turn the last few matoran into toa and then passed. The warlord Zataka disintegrated his reanimated corpse after observing a series of tattoos on his body. Ga, Ta, Ko, and Onu-Metru: the forces of the League are kept at bay by Metru-Nui’s defenders. Po-Metru: Leonn, Rose, and Skyra defeated Carapar! His forces scattered from the region of stone to rejoin other barraki in Ga-Metru and Ko-Metru. Le-Metru: Barraki Ehlek, with the help of Zaliyah, successfully destroyed the chute system’s main power stations. They have taken Le-Metru, making it next to impossible to reclaim. The Cortex: Mata-Nui’s kaita avatar requested the Krom Sphere from Mazor. Irna supported Mazor in not giving in, and Ostrox attempted to attack Mata-Nui before fleeing the Cortex to explore other regions of the Great-Spirit’s mind. Coliseum Prisons: Lhikan revealed Axonn’s secret power to Kohara, Waveahk made a wish, and so did Lhikan. Nidhiki revealed Lhikan couldn’t have killed Tuyet in the Great Temple because he killed her in Le-Metru. UPDATE: Hi everyone, please note after Sidra's attack against the Great Disk fusion of five of the Great Disks (Ta-Metru wasn't fused by Dume), I've consulted a the kanoka crafting charts on BSO1 and done a little extrapolating and also gotten @Silvan Haven to help out since they're good at keeping stuff in line with canon lore. The fused Great Disk in Atamai's bag could be forged into a mask of clairvoyance. As such, activating the level 9 Great Disk of Clairvoyance causes visions of the future or the past and exhausts the target. Update 2: Congratulations @pokemonlover360 for making the most recent page (55)! They asked about the green miasma that grants wishes and its relation to SKE2...

We do these things not because they are easy, but because they are hard!

IC: Rose - Po-Metru "Uh...Sky? Are you okay?" The Le-Toa was getting oddly chatty with Leonn's contact, and Rose realized something was definitely...wrong. She had heard the blue man giving orders which Skyra was now apparently following, and as the implications of what was happening formed in Rose's mind, gears turning, a proverbial lightstone appeared above her Hau. "Sorry to do this, hun," she said to Skyra as she gently placed Leonn on the ground and drew the war horn, swinging it towards the back of the Le-Toa's head to bonk her. @Snelly@Dane IC: The Swordsman - Ta-Metru "A Toa of...Light. You're a rare breed," I said, taking her hand and getting to my feet, before retrieving my sword and returning it to its sheath. "You lot might as well be angels with an element like that. My name..." I paused, not sure what to say. The memories I'd been faced with had reminded me of all the thing's I'd been running from. "...my name is Datrox," I replied. @Onaku

IC: Skyra Daring - Po-Metru - "Sure thing! We'll bring him right over! One question about the donuts though...what kind of cream filling? I think there's at least a couple different kinds of filling. Also, do they have to be chocolate donuts? I mean they're alright but...powdered donuts are where it's at man, come on! Also is it going on your credit? Cause I'm a bit low on money right now...they haven't paid me in a while..." She kept going on and on, in fact it was hard to say if she'd ever stop. @Tarn@Dane@Unreliable Narrator

IC: The Swordsman - Ta-Metru I'm on my knees in a darkened room, a single lightstone hanging from the ceiling to illuminate my grim features. I have made a mistake, and I am about to make another one. I look at my arm, and it's still there, and in a flash I see a stump and hear screaming--my own, this time--in the back of my head. I can still bend the flames to my will. I am still Datrox Karvan, second-in-command of the Toa Rode. If this works, however, all of this will change. Another flash. Nale's face is contorted into anger as I confess my crimes, and the heart I still have shrinks and dies. A light forms around me, stronger than the lightstone. Something is happening. The lightstone shatters as an overwhelming power is released into room, and then I am sitting in the dark and feel like someone has taken away half of me. The next day my missing arm has been wrapped in bandages, and when I snap my fingers to create a spark, nothing happens. *** I awoke gasping for air, immediately recognizing I was still alive, and my pain had left me. Not only that, I was not alone. A woman was by my side, and based upon her visage, perhaps I was dead. I looked down at my arm quickly, and saw it was still a prosthetic. I clenched my fist. Another broken memory... "Ah, come on then," I said with a groan, attempting to sit up. "Are you some kind of angel? Does He send angels, even?" I looked around. "Still in...Ta-Metru. I see, I see..." I said, and now, getting a better look at this woman, I could tell she must have been a Toa. "Who...are you?" No rest for the wicked, then. @Onaku

IC: Skyra - Po-Metru - Ah, well...that happened. It didn't surprise Skyra a whole lot, but apparently the Skakdi was all the ready to attack them as soon as they're finished off Carapar, figures... She landed on the ground by the now unconcious Leonn, Rose was quick as always and had dealt with him before he could even cry out for his boyfriend. Speaking of his boyfriend... Skyra grabbed his iStone and looked at the messages. "Ew...they're soooooo cheesy! I hate it." As she read the messages it was pretty obvious that his boyfriend was most certainly a warlord, though she had figured as much beforehand. Skyra looked back at Leonn, they could just kill him but...something about doing that just didn't feel right. She may have left the Toa Code behind when she became a soldier on the front lines, but that didn't mean she'd murder someone who couldn't even fight back... "Rose what should we do with him? If we kill him I won't be able to sleep good for at least an hour." @Tarn@Dane@Unreliable Narrator IC: Vashni - Team Stannis - " I lost contact with him during well...everything that was going on, but let me try and reach him again..." Vashni had stated, doing just that. .:Kanohi, if you can hear me, I'm with Stannis right now, we're going to Le-Metru:. Vashni grabbed her bike on the way to the airship that Stannis acquired and parked it inside. It just might come in handy for once during this adventure, you never knew. On the airship, Vashni watched as Stannis slumped onto the floor of the airship. He looked, tired, both mentally and physically. Vashni could empathise, she hadn't not had any rest since she she'd helped the Matoran gather two great disks. She decided to sit down next to the older Toa. "If you ever need to talk, about anything, I'm all ears. I'm not a professional psychiatrist or anything, but people say I'm a good listener at the very least." @EmperorWhenua@Harvali@Tarn@That Matoran with a Vahi

IC: Dume | Cortex Memories with Ostrox “You’re new? Here on Mata-Nui? This island? That’s strange… No one’s been able to leave or come in for a very long time. The coral reefs and the treacherous currents further out have stopped travelers from visiting, and then there’s Xa. How’d you get in? I’m Dume, by the way. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t report you for illegal travel.” He winked, took a puff on his cigar and sighed. He opened a small case hidden on the other side of him and offered a cigar to Ostrox. “Smoke?” IC: Reliable Narrator | Cortex Mazor felt something then, a tug on the back of his mind. It was the warm and cozy sensation he felt in the airship on the ride back from the grotto. It didn't feel like the being before him. Mata-Nui wanted things, demanded things, operated on the knowledge of all things. Whatever Mazor met earlier was something else. Something timeless and perfectly happy to wait. He could see the faint glow of the red halo on the console behind Mata-Nui. Mazor felt that warm presence direct his gaze to the console on the raised platform, the one with the red halo hovering above it. He felt the Krom Sphere, or the Orb, or the fidget cube, or whatever Mazor wanted to call it, hungering to be placed in that specific console. But he couldn't just walk past Mata-Nui and place it there. He'd seen what happened to Nuju. IC: Mirror Mirror | Coliseum Office “Atamai’s right, the Nui Stone is mine,” said a woman’s voice from the mirror. She was polite, but firm. All heads turned to the large rolling mirror and they could see in the reflection a toa of water wearing dark navy armor. Amethyst gemstone shards decorated her collarbone and around her heartlight. Tuyet wore dark colored garments in the blue, smoke grey, and purple color scheme of her armor. Her eyes were a soft white glow behind her mask of intangibility. Tuyet’s hand pressed against the glass, as if she’d been leaning in on the conversation. How long she’d been there no one knew. A strange cavernous workshop formed the background behind her in the mirror’s reflection, and Knichou spied Dume’s machine surrounded by mounds of spare parts and power cords running out of the viewable reflection.

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor felt a lump in his throat. He looked at the cube, flicking the movable parts a little. He thought back to when he had been guided to use the cube and acidentaly changed the sky. He had felt genuingly happy, if this really was Mata Nui's will, and he was chosen for it, why should he hesitate, but there was still one thing. He turned to the avatar. "I understand that with the war outside, and Ostrix is going to find a way to wreck this place, you are in a hurry. I just . . . How do I know I can trust you?"

Well what are some strange things you've done with your bionicles that you regret? For me it would be the time that I in my infinite 10 year old wisdom decided to set up outside stars rahkshi and a half complete Mahri Matoro as archery targets (I was going through an archery phase at the time). One arrow hit stars rahkshi in the chest and failed to penetrate, though to this date there is a huge dent on his chest; the other one hit Matoro in the hip separating the ball joint from the rest of the piece. Luckily my dad told me it was probably best if I stopped shooting my bionicles and he probably saved my collection from further damage.

You mean alternative rock? That suits Bionicle quite well, if you ask me.

IC: Taja | Airship to Ko-Metru The newly minted Toa of Sonics looked doubtful at Turaga Sans's suggestion. Was it really a good idea to tell three rookie Toa to just start blasting when they were hundreds of bio in the air? The hull of the airship, which had appeared sturdy and reliable only moments before, suddenly seemed paper-thin, like a sneeze would tear it open and send them all hurtling to their doom. Taja frowned and tucked away these morbid thoughts. The Turaga was right: they needed at least some practice before they threw themselves into open battle. And knowing the consequences of a misfire made it all the more necessary to learn control now. Extending a hand, she closed her eyes and looked inside for the well of elemental energy that Sans had described. The only problem was, she didn't really know what she was looking for. Was it supposed to feel like a warmth? A buzzing like an electrical line? What did energy feel like? Her body felt the same as it had before, just bigger, stronger, and more unwieldy. She didn't feel any new "essence." She was the same Taja she'd always been. She clenched her fists and resisted the urge to kick something. She was already nervous, and this failure to locate her own elemental power wasn't helping. She hated feeling helpless. They were minutes away from confronting Pridak's forces and she couldn't even muster a shout. What was going to happen when they touched down and all she had was a fancy disk launcher and two big feet to trip over? Some help she would be. She had to keep trying. Her power had to be there somewhere. If she just tried hard enough, surely she'd find it. ...right?

IC: Sidra - Dume's Office "Considering you dived in front of a rhotuka for him, and he gave up the last of his power to give you yours... yes." Of course he assumed it was all about him. Toa were so self-important, heroes of their own stories, telling themselves they were chosen by their god... Sidra didn't trust people like that with power of time. Karz, she didn't trust anyone with that kind of power. Even if these Toa didn't want to use it, someone else more powerful would just take it from them, and misuse it. The mightiest of Toa had failed to hold back the march of the League of Six Kingdoms throughout the rest of the universe. This misguided pair of newborns couldn't hold the city, and they certainly couldn't be relied upon to keep the Time Disk safe. "There is no we," Sidra snapped, "I murdered their boss, and you stole his job. Any alliance between us is going to be short-lived, and we all know it." Sidra's every instinct was screaming at her to leave. She could have teleported out long before this; her mask had had ample opportunity to recharge. But something kept her there, an obligation, a sense of... purpose? This went beyond a contract, beyond the Dark Hunters, beyond the Barraki. The Great Disks, power over time itself, that was something that could change or break the universe forever. This time, this moment, was important, too important to simply run away from. "What about you?" She asked over her shoulder, to the Ga-Toa in the mirror, "What's your stake in all of this?" @Unreliable Narrator @Vezok's Friend @Onaku

IC: Mata-Nui, Cortex "Can you trust me? Well, let Me ask you this: who do you trust now? Who sent you here, with the Krom Sphere? Do you trust them? Do you trust them more than Me? Do they trust you? I trust you. I know you believe in Me. I know you don't want Our world to suffer anymore. I know you want to stop the endless wars. I trust you. Do you trust me? Trust Me with the Krom Sphere. You've brought it here, to Me, and you didn't even know why. Your purpose was to bring it to Me. Now is the time: hand it over." OOC: @Smudge8

IC: The Barraki | Metru-Nui, various Kalmah growled at the broadcast. He’d seen Zataka before, heard of her prowess in war, and never fought her. He became intrigued. Ta-Metru lost his interest. He didn’t really need the resources and the sport was poor. His troops could handle Ta-Metru without him. Kalmah began the journey to the Coliseum. He’d test his chains against her armor. Ehlek’s rousing success turned to a sudden worry as his forces began to cower at the sight of Zataka. Dume being dead was great and all, but Ehlek’s army had fought the Southern warlords before and lost pitifully. Without Carapar’s assistance, the battle would have turned to a route, and from there an inevitable massacre. Ehlek looked to Zaliyah, his fresh victory suddenly tainted by broadcast. “We must prepare to defend this Metru from any attacks. We have won this land. It is ours. Do you understand? Take troops and prepare them for an aerial invasion. She will send them that way. The chutes are broken and on foot is too slow.” Pridak’s attack missed Matrak as the announcement of Dume’s demise caught him off guard. How’d Zataka get to the island so quickly without the barraki’s spies catching wind, and how did she get to the Coliseum before them? The only answer was Dume invited her, sponsored her, and now she took his place. How cunning. Behind him he heard his troops beginning to waver. “Now’s not really a good time,” Pridak said to Matrak as his attention returned. “I hate to say this but I’m going to need you to die now.” The puddle known as Carapar sank into the desert sands. Carapar’s army abandoned their task, seeking shelter in the canyons and valleys. Without a leader, many of them were unsure of what to do. Others looked to Amartakonen for advice, fear in their eyes. There were no working broadcasting screens on level three of the Archives within view of Mantax and his soldiers as Arkius declared his intentions to duel mano a mano. The eyes of the giant barraki narrowed at the toa of earth, and then he spoke in his language. The interpreter with the spit bucket urn relayed; “Lord Mantax says you dishonor his warriors by calling them weak. You shame soldiers you were too cowardly to lock eyes with, spill blood with. He will face you, so as to teach you some humility. But he will face you without powers, without tricks of the mask. He will show you what strength looks like. I gotta warn you I have seen thirty duels and he’s never lost. Know you’ll at least be another scar somewhere on him.” The skakdi spit in the ancient urn. It made a dull echo in the antiquities hallway. Mantax rose to his full height, towering over Arkius. It didn’t faze the axe-wielding toa. He’d seen worse. But he’d always had his mask of kinetics, or the knowledge of an easy escape. Mantax took a strong, grounded stance with his spear, then began to circle Arkius, looking for the perfect place to strike... “Oh no, “Takadox said at the television screen in the crab buffet. His voice was high-pitched, whining, and mocking. “Oh no Zataka. I’m shaking in my boots. Oh, wait. No. I don’t have boots. She better not sit in Dume’s chair. No, where are you going? Come back I liked that melted butter with the sage in it.” Takadox beckoned the consoled and calm Ga-Matoran back to his table and she ladled a healthy portion over the seafood feast he’d ordered. He thought about wearing the bib, but then where was the fun in manners during a celebration? Several soldiers lounged about, their red-ringed eyes continuing to subdue any matoran who woke up from their stupor. In a way, peace had already occurred in Ga-Metru and everything was business as usual. The unexpected broadcast from a warlord they’d scuffled with before, however, shook the courage from more than a few of Takadox’s underlings. Then his phone rang. He motioned for a waiter while he finished his bite of crab. It felt good to know only four Barraki remained besides him. He was on top of the world! “Oh, Roistan, can you just, would you kindly just lift that up for me? My fingers are just too greasy right now from the butter. Oh, thank you, you’re such a doll. I promise not to murder your family for fun this weekend. Oh would you kindly slide the little green bar? Oh yes thank you. Perfect. Leo-- Who-are-you?” Takadox took in the scene much as Skyra and Rose took in his scene. Both parties were confused momentarily, then Takadox’s sneering smile broke across his face as his eyes locked with Skyra’s through the video call. His hypnotism was entrancing, world-renowned, fully and utterly mastered and at the pinnacle of his craft, and he’d just been prank-called by a sorority party who thought his boyfriend made a good pinata. “Oh, hello, would you kindly bring Leonn to Ga-Metru for me? While you’re at it would you kindly pick up a box of chocolate donuts? The one’s with all the cream filling? After all this crab I need something sweet.” OOC: Pridak's Profile

IC: Skyra - Po-Metru - "Hehe~ I got this." Skyra clicked a button on the iStone, straight up starting a video call with Tik-Tak so that when the warlord answered, he'd straight up seeing Skyra giving the peace sign with Rose carrying the unconcious Leonn in the background. "Hello Tikky Tak~" Skyra turned on a filter so that hearts showed up all over the screen. @Tarn@Dane@Unreliable Narrator

OOC: @Snelly IC Kanohi - the Coliseum Grounds Kanohi meanwhile was grappling across the wreckage of Metru-Nui. Refugees were pouring into the center of the city, seemingly hundreds of Matoran from Le-Metru scrambled and stumbled as they fled, their bodies broken and singed with ash. The few remaining Vorzahk holding the hordes of Ehlek back as best they could, hurling Kanoka and power from their Staffs of Erasing. But the Vahki could do little. There were too many of Ehlek’s legions, and more and more of the clockwork beings fell to the horde. The vigilante swung low to the ground, scooping up a Le-Matoran just before he was struck by a bolt of energy. Kanohi dropped him off behind some debris, before hearing a large boom, like the roar of a forgotten beast. He hooked a skyscraper and hurled upwards, searching for the source. Another bridge was collapsing. And it was between Le-Metru and the Coliseum without it, the retreat would slow to a crawl, the Matoran. Kanohi grappled over, flinging himself skyward. As he rose he aimed his disk launcher and fired two disks of regeneration. Like Toa stars igniting for the first time they flew, slamming into the bridge. A chunk of the bridge regenerated, and the Le-Matoran piled across, tripping and stumbling as they fled. Le-Matoran were never the best on walking on the ground, and their fear made them walruses. He grappled down, swiping his disks. But as he hurled in the air he realized the shine of one of Those Kanoka had faded, its power drained. He was down two disks now. And then Kanohi got Vashni’s call. He stowed away both disks, and focused, trying to cut through the static of wandering thoughts and anxiety to send the Toa a message. “Be … be careful, Toa Vashni. I’m trying to rescue Matoran, hundreds seem to be fleeing from Le-Metru, the district may have fallen. As for what I wanted to share … I guess Toa Raz did not reach you. I do not know if … whatever I saw matters now. The city matters, the Matoran most of all. But … in case I die, and if you have the chance, look into my mind, I will recall the memory.”

IC: Reliable Narrator | Airship Heading to Le-Metru Jabali found several items of use: vahki stun staffs, kanoka disks up to the power level four, and even teleportation and increase weight disks placed into vests for use in sky diving safely.

IC: Jabali - Airship, off to War She wasn't even able to think, really, about what had transpired back in the office. It seemed impossible to Jabali that Turaga Dume could be dead; even though she herself had saved his life earlier that day, and knew the threat he had been under, she still just couldn't comprehend that the leader of Metru Nui was... no more. She could remember exactly what she'd seen - his heartlight giving out, the way his life energy had fled from him, and then the way his body had been thoroughly destroyed to prevent it from being seized by this apparent reanimation plague. But it just didn't seem real, and she could barely dwell on what it meant. She knew what it didn't mean, though; it didn't mean that Metru Nui was left leaderless in her hour of need. The gigantic titan had seen to that; and while, in the long run, that might be concerning for the people of the city of legends, for now it was a relief to know that there was at least someone who was able to take the reigns of mounting defence against the Barraki forces. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder whether her saving Dume's life earlier had been for naught. She'd brought him, what, a couple more hours? If even that; she'd lost track of time passing since she'd arrived at the coliseum. Had there been any meaning to what she'd done, at all? No, she reminded herself. Not for nothing: because she'd bought Turaga Dume those extra hours, there were now seven new Toa to join the fight against the League. Seven Toa, she knew, could mean the difference between victory and defeat; so she had, indeed, served a purpose by coming here. And now, hopefully, she could serve another one. All these thoughts spun through Jabali's head in a whirlwind as she trotted after Stannis and his two fellow Toa, jogging to keep up with their longer-legged strides. For just a moment, she wondered if grabbing one of those remaining Toa stones might have enabled her to keep pace better with her new companions; but she swiftly cast the thought aside. Not only had she earned no such right, she had no desire to be a Toa. She wasn't ambitious, and wouldn't be any good in the hero role in any case. Besides, there was nothing shameful about being a Matoran. She followed the three Toa aboard the airship that Stannis had picked, watched as they did whatever they did - presumably beginning to make preparations for the battle ahead. That, in fact, was something she ought to do too, Jabali supposed; she had her staff, but that was largely a ceremonial tool, good for little in the heat of true combat. Not that true combat was something she'd ever experienced before. If they were indeed going right to the head of the League advance, though... she needed something better. Being careful not to disturb Toa Stannis as he claimed a patch of floor for his own, the Po-girl stepped around him and made her way towards the ship's hold. With a little luck, there'd be some weapons stashed down there; or at least, something that would benefit her in what was sure to be a war zone. ((ooc: @Unreliable Narrator what might Jabali expect to find in the hold that she could use? Or should I just make up something appropriate?)) IC: Zecrillia - Office... not Dume's any more, I guess. And... That was it for the old man, Zecrillia supposed. Dume's death had a big impact on many of those present, it seemed; and the Vortixx supposed she couldn't blame them. The old Turaga was, what, the founder of their whole civilisation? Or at the very least, its leader for many centuries. Many of the Matoran and Toa alive today probably had never known any other rule but Dume's, so it was understandable if it rocked them to the core. To her, however... he had been another employer, but that was all. His passing was sad, sure, as most needless death was; but the biggest impact it had on her, Zecrillia reflected somewhat regrettably, was wondering whether she could still expect to receive the promised payment for turning in the Great Disk and for her work as a designer of weaponry. That, probably, was a question for Zataka. Though the other woman seemed to have other things on her mind right now. Between the literal invasion happening outside the building, the mystery machine Dume had left behind, the Dark Hunter from out of the closet (so to speak), debates about a necklace, and... a Toa speaking to her from out of the mirror? Okay, that was weird, but Zecrillia actively decided that it was one question too many for her to concern herself with. In any case, seemed like the new ruler of Metru Nui had her hands full. Instead, she took a couple of steps towards Toa Knichou. "Like I said to the old man, if you need an extra pair of hands working on that machine, you can count me in. I know my way around intricate weapons and the like." Someone, somewhere down the line would pay her for her work, she was sure. Maybe. Hopefully. Out the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of Sidra making her move; but without being near enough to stop the other woman, the Vortixx could only wait and see what would happen.

well thank you for your wise words ov wisdom! i will do what i can to stay out ov trouble (or worse) on this site! i understand your point and it is clear! i do not want to make enemies on this website just over opinions on a toy! i respect your opinions, bro! and on that note i think it's time i play Bionicle Heroes on my GBA just for fun!

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Clunk) A quick and desperate reach for his boomerang was cut short by Rose whacking him upside the head with the large horn. Instantly battered into unconciousness, the Skakdi hit the floor, IStone to clattering the ground near the station. A message notification lit up the phone as he drooled onto the ground. One he'd probably never read until it was far too late. OOC: @Snelly @Tarn

He'd probably say you're more of an idiot if you can accept that you 'must' do anything than if you can't.

IC: Sidra - Dume's Office One by one, the Toa abandoned the maddened dreams of the dead Turaga, even those who owed their newfound power to his final breaths. Changing time, bringing Sidra herself to justice, all of it was apparently non-consequential in the face of the Barraki's advance. Only a handful remained, evidently at-odds with Metru Nui's new ruler, and with Raz having finally made his presence known, the odds were starting to shift. As Atamai stepped up to Zataka, demanding the stones, Sidra's hand shifted to the hilt of her sword. And as those in the room started to turn their attention to the figure in the mirror - Maybe it's another telescreen? Doesn't matter. - Sidra adjusted the sword's dial, reducing the density of the blade to its intangible state. Her hand whipped forward, the sword phasing effortlessly through its sheath and the desk, and sliced towards the bag at Atamai's side. If a regular kanoka could be activated just by a Matoran throwing it, a severe jolt of electricity from an Electro Chute Blade was sure to do something interesting to the fused Great Disks.

IC [Zataka, Coliseum - Dume’s Office]: :One war at a time, Stannis. Good luck.: She watched the Toa leave, then briefly checked on the status display again to see how the Vahki were fairing. So far, they managed to hold the line with some help, but Le-Metru was getting pressed. Stannis’ group would be of great help there. Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the other Toa, saying something about a necklace. What necklace? Oh, that one. She glanced at Atamai. :Perhaps don’t talk about powerful artifacts in front of the hunters, you don’t want to -: Again, she was interrupted. This time by someone wholly unexpected. Heads turned towards the full length mirror. The warlord raised an eyebrow. “Tuyet, I presume? Hard for the dead to make claims.”

IC: Dume | Cortex Memories with Ostrox "You heard of me or something?" Dume asked as he put the offered cigar away. He kept the same laid-back posture as ever. He seemed like a different Dume to the elderly and paranoid villain of Ostrox's time. "So you don't know where you are. Do you at least know where you came from?"

IC: ??? | Cortex? The ta-matoran looked toward Ostrox, curiosity piqued and indicated by the raised brow. "Uh, sure, hello there stranger. You'll need to be a bit more specific though. You lose your map or something cutting through the jungle?" IC: Pridak | Ko-Metru Bridge For the traveler to be able to shift momentum, change location, disappear and reappear, all in the span of a moment proved to Pridak he now dealt with a very annoying fly buzzing about him. The scales were beginning to tip from “shoo fly go away” to “crush it with a hammer”. Obviously this fly wanted to take the mask of Creation from Pridak, a worthy treasure to steal. Matrak’s attack met a narrowed stare and building anger as Pridak caught the attack in his warsuit’s protosteel palm. “You will cease your ignorant flailing or you will be crushed,” Pridak said as he went to toss Matrak aside. “You know nothing of this world. Go back to where you came from and tell them you’re unwanted here. If you don't have the common sense to run home, then I'll send you back myself." And then Pridak turned his full attention to crushing Matrak. He rolled his neck, which let out a crackle, and the armaments on his shoulders flared to life. Cordak rounds burst from their launcher, toward where Matrak landed. Pridak took a stride forward, applying physical pressure on Matrak's position. OOC: I'll get a full profile up for Pridak this combat ASAP. I don't think it's fair to @Onaku otherwise.

Well if our guess regarding his #14B2020 is correct, April 1st 2020 is next week, so it hopefully won't be much longer before we get some clarity

IC: Knichou, Dume's office As Stannis left the office, Knichou accepted Okuo's fistbump. "Knichou. Previously a Nynrah Ghost, presently... a Toa I guess"

IC, Atamai: Coliseum Atamai approached Zataka. “I don’t think that necklace belongs to you.” He said. OOC: @Vezok's Friend

Throw a little hot rod red in there...

Chewing the rubbery pieces Throwing away the boxes Keeping the pieces together in one massive box for over a decade, grinding against each other anytime I went building Handling the sets way too roughly, especially the joint pieces (nearly ALL of my childhood joints are cracked, scratched, pitted, you name it) Oh, and one thing in particular. Once when I was a kid, I got some of my brother's Toa Mata chest pieces, and I inserted the little black neck sideways, and held it in with two little pins. Well, once the deed was done it was impossible to undo and I wrecked them trying to get the stalks out. Recreation:

I dig that llama. Thanks for the pictures @Black Six!

I would play Ambages in such a game and destroy it entirely