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  1. 9 points
    Hey y'all! I recently realized that I've poked and prodded at Lego BIONICLE (GBA) (aka Quest for the Toa, aka Tales of the Tohunga) a lot, and as such I probably know a thing or two about it that most Bionicle fans don't. Nothing earth-shaking or with deep canonical implications, but things I find interesting nonetheless. Many of these "minor discoveries" don't really merit their own forum thread, so I've created a blog where I'll start posting about them. I hope that it'll be interesting whether you've played the game or not, in the same way Supper Mario Broth is interesting. Give it a look and let me know what you think! Post 0: Introduction and FAQ
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  3. 8 points
    Hi everyone! As SKE2 looms near (8 days away!!) I have an important announcement to make. As some of you may know this game far outpaced my expectations. I've been scuttling around like a dizzy ussal to keep up, and you're all part of an incredible community that we all worked on and grew together. That said, some of you have asked if I'm okay, if I'm hanging in there, and if I should seek out some help. I'm not one to hold onto something and horde it like a dragon. So I asked someone to join the GM team for SKE in April. I've always found them to be genuinely friendly, collaborative, and ready to make a story with others. In a sense, you could say they "play well." Please give a big congratulations to @Vezok's Friend!
  4. 8 points
    Greetings, all! I recently decided to build the Toa Mata as LEGO BrickHeadz using LEGO Digital Designer (LDD), and then used Mecabrick's 3D-rendering software to create photo-realistic pictures of them. I've posted these as a project on LEGO Ideas, but I wanted to post them here as well for feedback. Thoughts?
  5. 6 points
    OOC: Big shout-out to @EmperorWhenua for helping to write this jam session. IC Kilo-M9 and Stannis | Taku, crew quarters: The Wanderer did not require much time to rest, not that there was much time to begin with. His recuperation was predictable for those who knew him a little: Meditation done cross-legged on the floor, eyes wide open yet unseeing, and gently humming to himself. He had done similar things on the surface of Po-Metru when the Taku first landed, when he fabled toa explored entire canyons with just his thoughts to carry him. Here, in the steel hull of the airship, his mindfulness served to attune his soul and calm his energies. Peace, he sometimes said when asked, was key to maintaining his faith. The unit known as Kilo would have found the toa like thus, sitting on the floor in one of the small quarters afforded to the usual crew of the airship. He seemed comically large for the space that was clearly designed for only one or two matoran to bunk uncomfortably and not a taller than average toa to use for his zen meditation. Stannis may not have been seeing his eyes, but he did know the unit was approaching and stirred only slightly in response to demonstrate he was not unaware. Sufficient resting time has likely passed. Checking status of Toa Stannis. Toa Stannis appears to still be asleep. Movement detected. Toa Stannis is awake. Preparing conversational avenues. Prioritizing mission critical inquiries. Fully recharged, the steel sentinel entered Stannis's cabin. At first the machine took slow soft steps so as to not stir the possibly sleeping warrior, until the toa's movement revealed his awareness of the machine. The machines movements relaxed as it attempted to fit into the far too small room, before settling halfway through the doorway. The same blank stare as always met the toa of stone as the machine began to speak. "If sufficient rest has been obtained, this unit has questions to ask." The old toa stirred slightly more, then, and slowly beckoned the robot nearer. There was not enough room for the two of them in the cramped space, but they could settle on the floor on opposite sides of the doorway between the two spaces. "You may ask," he said, a little gruffly. And then, almost as an afterthought, he said, "But first, tell me what am I to call you." The mechanical guardian lowered itself onto the floor to mirror Stannis. Its deep pre-programmed voice stated, "Citizen Pacification Unit K1R1 Kilo-M9. Short form, Kilo. You are Toa Stannis. Multiple archives records feature your name as a participant in notable events." "Yes, so I've come to understand," Stannis said. "Most of those records are even probably true." "This unit cannot verify historical accuracy of records. Multiple allies have described positive past encounters with you. Data indicates you are trustworthy. One query remains unknown. Mission critical discussion is higher priority. “This unit was performing analysis of device described in memory crystal. Using existing data, this unit attempted to simulate the result of six great discs being used in the machine at once. Simulation was unsuccessful. Unknown results are concerning." The machine paused a moment before continuing. "Specific simulation was selected due to existing data on great discs. Great discs were hidden by Toa Mangai in recent past followed by Turaga Dume requesting them. Neither disc that this unit and allies have obtained are useful combat abilities. If great discs are to be used in device, unknown variable must exist to increase desirability. Variable is unknown." Information dump complete. Asking mission critical inquiry. "Device was described as sabotaged according to memory crystal. What is the nature of the sabotage? Does device retain partial functionality, or is device completely disabled?" The Wanderer ruminated on the matter of Kilo's odes and earnest attempts at helping a bit before responding. While it was true that Kilo was a machine, and machines are bound to their directives, this Kralhi unit was doing something Stannis had not seen before: Connecting. Connecting with its allies, its acquaintances, even with its challenges, and was displaying a sort of intelligence he had not seen in any other of Nuparu's creations. Xian technology sometimes possessed some rudimentary cognitive abilities, but even their most recent generation models were still bio away from attempts at creating diplomatic pathways. Stannis was not sure what to make it of yet, and while he held a reservation about any automaton, even ones possibly imbued with even a hint of sentience by their creator Nuparu, he did realize that Kilo was making every effort to use as much of his processing power to aid the Matoran he came with. Furthermore, Kilo recognized Stannis as a trove of knowledge, and was seeking to understand what the Wanderer knew in hopes of using that knowledge to connect dots none of the truly living beings had thought of, yet. These were sufficient reasons for him to justify indulging the robot as much as he could. "I do not know for certain," Stannis admitted finally. "But the emotions your creator imbued in the given memory were of... resentment, of fear, and of despair. It felt to me he did not want the machine to work at all, but also gave opportunity for someone like Knichou to pick up where he left off, if that were truly Fate's path. Only a skilled engineer could be able to tell that something was missing and be able to fix it. What do you think, Kilo? The same man whose memories we read made you, after all." Accessing memories of the Creator... Scanning for interpersonal behavioral patterns... Memories of the Creator do not match description from memory crystal. This units memories must be outdated. Scanning for connections. After a brief moment of silence save the gears in the machine's head spinning a bit faster, there was a response. "The Creator did not hate people," the mechanical enforcer reminisced. "This unit has no memory of him displaying malice. Quality appears consistent with memory crystal self. The Creator seemed to have made this unit and additional Kralhi with good intentions. His concerns over ethical issues of the device continue this trend. Sabotage would likely be designed to reduce harm rather than seek vengeance. Device likely completely non-functional. Do you agree with this assessment?" The Wanderer was impressed but did not show it outwardly. "I do," Stannis said. "Nuparu was not sure the device he invented was what was best for the world and wasn't able to comfort himself if it was not. To that end, he made certain if it were to actually be used it would not be because he allowed it to be. That is what I believe." Logic analysis has been completed. Question was not directly answered, but analysis of behavioral patterns has produced the most likely situation. This unit is not familiar with this type of logical thinking. Will need to add new process to ProblemSolve.exe The protodermis protector gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Recommended action regarding device is mostly an ethical question. This unit is unable to properly process complex ethical issues. Assigning numerical values is impossible. Proper comparison can only be made against primary objectives. Objectives are too broad for most situations. Will leave questions of device use to allies. Other topics remain to discuss." "Alright, then ask," Stannis said matter-of-factly, keenly aware of the passing of time. "This unit has passively observed your body language since we've met," the machine explained as if it was a normal thing to do. "When observing this unit or when conversation topic is about machines such as the device or Usurpers, subtle aggression is noted in your voice and motions. This unit wonders if you have contempt for it and if so why that is. Logic would dictate that this unit shares similarities to your role as toa, so such aggression seems odd." Stannis hesitated again, but this time it was because he felt... caught, in a sense. If Kilo was capable of reading personality well enough to feel scorned, or somewhat like that, then it was evidence of some higher programming. The Wanderer was not used to this line of thinking—he believed machines were just that, and programmed to do their duties to the letter with utter inflexibility, and for them to consider their place in society and comprehend how others treated them, and furthermore attempt to understand that rationale, was unthinkable for the old man. "You are not like me," Stannis said, however. "You were created to enforce laws of matoran without remorse. Toa are called to serve the virtues of a god. We both protect, yes, but the way we do so is starkly different. Does this make sense to you?" he said. "Your logic is sound," the machine confirmed. "This unit agrees that restraint was not part of its programming. That remains true. However, this unit was not only programmed to uphold matoran laws. Even before the Betrayal, this unit had a primary objective to protect and serve the matoran. This objective is still in place and will remain so. Upholding the law is no longer possible for this unit as you might expect, and has been purged from objectives accordingly. All that remains is survival, efficiency, and protecting matoran." The mechanical enforcer gave the toa a moment to let its words register before continuing. "Did you choose to become a toa?" "I did not," Stannis replied in a thoughtful repose. "Mata Nui chose me to take the mantle, but I only took it when it was right. Tell me, Kilo, how do you determine how to fulfill your directive? And, what do you feel when you achieve it?" The robot answered immediately, "Objectives are to be completed as efficiently as possible. Initial method is selected for safety of matoran and efficiency, as well as this unit's survival. All are important considerations; situations where primary directives conflict will result in prioritization as needed. This unit met current allies while attempting to return them to work stations. After analyzing their goal to obtain disks and become toa, this unit concluded that creating more toa to replace Toa Mangai was more effective method to keep city population safe than returning a small group of citizens to work." Additional long-term goal is needed if current objective of creating toa is no longer available. Identifying possible long term goals... "Completed objectives are properly logged in system memory. Next objective is pursued. If one is not available, unit enters patrol mode identifying objectives to complete. 3 primary directives are incompletable by design: Dangers will always threaten matoran, inefficiency will always be present, this unit will always be at risk of destruction. Progress is always being made and will continue to be. Feelings are not part of this unit's programming." "So you have been helping the matoran because... you felt their creation as toa would be the most efficient way to protect matoran?" Stannis said, sounding honestly surprised at the realization. "That's actually quite brilliant. Now, realizing you are capable of creative thought, and further that you came to speak with me out of what I assume is a curiosity for my insights—and you must tell me if that is not the case—I want to ask something more of you." The Wanderer leaned in slightly. "Would your circuitry have come to the same conclusion of helping them with all your might to become toa regardless of who the matoran were? Regardless of their pasts, skills, personalities, and traits?" The Wanderer might have seen the machine tilt its head slightly, possibly from thought. It may have been a trick of the light though. Eventually, the mishmash of voices spoke again. "During initial contact, this unit came to this conclusion after learning their objective. Only prior information was ally Atamai's job, which was deemed irrelevant in situation. Unit has no memory of why it asked their objective. Had question not been asked, unit likely would have captured them and returned to work stations. Unit was nonetheless compelled to ask them." The mechanical enforcer paused again, gears spinning faster than before. "This unit cannot answer your question," it eventually admitted. "Insufficient data is available. As your explanation assisted with this unit's query, perhaps the information this unit has provided will assist you with determining an answer." "An answer to what?" The Wanderer's own voice echoed back to him. "Would your circuitry have come to the same conclusion of helping them with all your might to become toa regardless of who the matoran were? Regardless of their pasts, skills, personalities, and traits?" The old man's head shuddered slightly from the response. On a basic level he realized the Kralhi was largely incapable of speaking its own words and cobbled sentences from things it had heard before, but even then the turn of using his own words like that was jarring. Perhaps, he realized, it was because the Kralhi valued efficiency, and regurgitating words was simply an example of that efficiency. Nuparu was a truly wondrous man... "Perhaps. And perhaps not. But if you cannot explain your actions' origin then I'm afraid will not understand it any better than you. I will say, however, that if you would help any matoran who said they wanted to become toa, then that is a dangerous synapse indeed. Destiny... takes a person's heart into account, it weighs their intentions and seeks out those who embody the Virtues. You can't cheat fate. Programming, however, I fear, you can." Another voice spoke from the speaker inside the law enforcer's cranial unit. This was one Stannis recognized, though not from someone he had directly met. Rather, the voice matched the one he had heard in the memory prism just a few minutes ago. "The people of this city probably aren't ready for what is to come," Nuparu said. His voice sounded nervous, but there was an enthusiasm that The Wanderer hadn't heard before. "Even I have some doubts this project will work, but the chance to help assist the toa, even by indirectly providing support, is too great an opportunity to pass up. The construction has been a challenge, but I've done all I can to make you and your fellow units as effective as possible." The sounds of tinkering were heard before the voice continued. "People probably aren't going to trust you at first. You're unknown to them, and your purpose while well-intentioned isn't going to win people over. With any luck though, your actions will bring people to your side. People will learn to trust you. You don't have that issue though. You can trust people from the start with no bias, no problems. And if they let you down, you can respond as needed. But please don't forget that these people, no matter what they do or how many problems they cause, are under your protection. Try to trust them, and hope they'll learn to trust you in turn." The familiar tones of the machine's voice spoke once the recording had finished playing. "This unit does not judge matoran by anything except their actions, large and small. This unit does not claim to know how to select proper toa, but all data suggests that improper candidates would be stopped before they became out of control. This unit admits it is lacking in such regards. This unit is very familiar with its imperfections." "Indeed..." Stannis said in awe. "As am I." As an embodiment of stone, the Wanderer was a hard one to impress, and even then harder still to get a reaction from, and yet this robot of all things had accomplished it. No, Stannis realized, it was not Kilo per se as it was not in the robot's ability to forge its own destiny even though it was capable of remarkable levels of thought, but Nuparu, through the wonders of his inventive brain and incredible genius well ahead of his time, had created some automaton which Stannis truly admired. To him, Kilo was an embodiment of genius, conscience, and loyalty. And he remembered again that Kilo did not have to help the matoran companions. It indeed could have simply 'returned them to work functions' and be done with it. And yet, it did not. It, whether by design or corruption of code, asked, and in turn deemed the matoran's quest worth assisting. Kilo, despite his gaffes, was obviously a worthwhile ally, and his creator's words resonated with the old toa. Perhaps, he realized, he had been wrong about Kilo's kind. Perhaps he did not have to understand how they worked to simply... rely on them. "I trust you, Kilo," was all he said. Registering Toa Stannis as "ally" "This unit also trusts you, Toa Stannis," the machine reciprocated. "One final variable remains unknown about you. Analysis indicates you are the only being on this ship that knows the answer." "...What were you delivering to the archives that brought you to Metru Nui? What is in your satchel?" The matter of Stannis' closely-guarded backpack snapped his mind from its technology-marveling trance so quickly it nearly gave him whiplash. His rucksack's contents were one of the primary reasons he came to Metru Nui, after all, and the source of much of his caution if not blatant secrecy. He hesitated, thinking of what to say and not say. Only an instant before he said he trusted Kilo, and so quickly was he coming to terms with that statement's validity. The delivery had also been why he did not surrender to the vahki, for fear of having it fall in the wrong hands, or hands that belonged to a greater network that could be compromised or controlled. But Kilo was not a vahki, nor did he have the same negative traits as the clockwork automatons Stannis observed and detested; he was not compromised and had been steadfastly loyal to his original directive, which the Wanderer also noted. And so, he chose to share what he held so dear with the protodermis guardian. "In brief, what do the stories in your databank say I do?" Pulling up archives data. Scanning for keywords Stannis, Wanderer. Results found. Comparing with accounts from allies. "Archives data contains multiple results. Accounts vary. Majority of results suggest you travel around assisting matoran with solving problems. Some accounts contain records of actions but have no listed objective. Proficiency in combat is frequently mentioned. Far older records indicate a possible team, but accuracy cannot be verified. Similarities exist to fables of wandering travelers lending aid to the downtrodden. Overall, stories of you suggest an overall enigmatic existence, with a generally positive portrayal." Stannis nodded. "It is my goal to help and protect matoran, and I know matoran can be best helped by learning from the mistakes of the past. I'm a historian, so I journal where I wander. For an example, all the fronts of the Barraki war, dossiers on their leaders, military movements, Matoran enclaves and holdouts, and escape routes both used and unused. My rucksack contains intelligence to be used in taking the fight to the Six Kings' home turf. Nobody else knows this." "Logical to keep information secret. Lower chance of leaks. Why deliver to the archives rather than to city leadership or directly to military commanders? Logic does not compute." Stannis shrugged with his open hands. "Put simply, because that's where my friends who use the information are located. The government of Metru Nui is not interested in fighting an aggressive war, and in fact has done so much to cloister the city from the coming war. I do not trust them with my information at this time." "Response indicates you might want a more aggressive approach to the war, yet information has not been sent to commanders at the front. Perhaps more selective strikes are preferred?" "In a manner of speaking, yes, Kilo. Metru Nui is not prepared for the war and I am here to see that is changed, hopefully in time to make a difference, and if not then at least information will be there when the time comes. "We haven't the time to discuss matters of military strategy or philosophies of governance," he said, feeling that they had spoken enough at that point and showing it with a blunt, but not unfriendly, tone. "Perhaps another time. For now, content yourself with the knowledge of what I safeguard and that there is a plan in motion. Did you have any further questions for me?" All conversational objectives have been completed. Further direct communication is unnecessary. Planning for coliseum arrival is needed. The mechanical enforcer shook its head. "All inquiries have been answered. Conversation has been productive. Ship will arrive at Coliseum soon. Recommend meeting with the others before arrival." The machine gave a polite nod to the toa. "Thank you for giving this unit some of your time." "Thank you for asking," Stannis said as he slowly rose from his cross-legged pose. "It was good to get to know you." The two allies headed back towards the main hold of the ship, still fundamentally different, but with a newfound understanding of one another.
  6. 6 points
    IC Stannis (and Knichou) | Taku (inside the memory crystal) Nuparu's memory of the next few hours was barely comprehensible and even slightly disorienting for those minds linked to it. The recording would sometimes skip over spaces of several minutes to even hours, with the memory only stabilizing again when the engineer took a step back to consider his next steps and the bigger picture. While Nuparu was extremely focused on the individual tasks, smaller problems, and minor tests during this night of rapid iteration, each small step was barely registered in Nuparu's memory. Through this time lapse of sleep-deprived memories Stannis and Knichou watched the pieces slowly fall into place. Nuparu had analyzed the surviving components of the central structure and decided to replicate the majority of it himself so that he could adapt any control circuitry into his own interface. This would be by far the most complex and important part of the restoration, and once Nuparu realized this, he shifted work towards the slots in case their function provided more insight into the central structure. The symmetrical slots on the outer edge rapidly took shape as Nuparu managed to successfully combine pieces from multiple slots and fabricate any missing pieces to fully restore one, which he immediately began testing with. Any layman could see the casing for this mechanism was shaped in a way similar to a Kanoka launcher, but this device was much more complex than anything Nuparu had build that used Kanoka for power. Most of the complexity was in the forms of multiple layers of redundancy for safety mechanisms - clearly whoever had built this originally was extra cautious about any accidental energy discharge from the disks, and some of these safety mechanisms required confirmation from six other inputs! Based on the wiring, Nuparu and Knichou presumed that whatever this device did with the Kanoka, it wasn't doing it without all six of the disk slots and the central platform itself sending the all clear signal. Nuparu began testing with his first disk slot, using various wires connected to crude batteries to fabricate the 'ready' signal from the other slots. He connected this disk slot to one of the components neither Nuparu nor Knichou had seen before - it appeared to be a simple block on the outside with a fist-sized hole on one end, but on the other side upon closer examination there was a series of almost microscopic, sponge-like holes in the side of the metal block. This looked like a primitive protodermis filtration unit, but there were just enough differences and electronics bolted on to make it appear altogether alien. For his first test, Nuparu placed a piece of Onu-Metruan lightvine on top of the 'filtration unit' and placed a power level-1 freeze disk in the slot. As soon as Nuparu clamped on wires to the slot's circuitry to disable the safeties, the mechanism fired and the disk quickly disintegrated as its power was channeled to the target. The pillar of the slot channeled this power into the filtration unit, and the lightvine was coated with a thin layer of protodermis that seeped inside, disappearing after a few seconds. This added another layer of strangeness to the experiment — Nuparu and Knichou's first guess was that the disk power would be directed from the slot to fully impact the object on the filtration unit (A design that might improve the efficiency of the disk's energy transfer to the target by impacting from all angles at once), but the lightvine looked entirely normal after the procedure, instead of being covered with ice as it should have been after being hit with a freeze disk. Nuparu felt irritated, as if he had struck a dead end, and his mind raced, questioning if there was any failure in his replication of the mechanism. After all, Dume had said this was theorized to be a weapon - not just any weapon, but one strong enough to bring an end to the war. How could such a device be used as a weapon of war when it couldn't even be used to kill Onu-Metru's most prolific and luminous weed? Nuparu picked the lightvine up, only to instantly yelp in pain as his hand and arm was covered in ice. The lightvine dropped from his grasp and hit the ground, covering a large portion of the workshop's floor with a thick layer of ice in an explosion of growth. At ground zero the lightvine lay untouched by the effects, sitting still on top of the layer of ice as if had been just been placed in a freezer. Nuparu and Knichou had similar expressions of awe on their faces, with Nuparu completely forgetting to break his arm out of the ice for a moment as he thought of the implications. The chief engineer was staring at the lightvine and trembling, but not because of the cold. The shock flowing through Nuparu's mind caused the memory to destabilize and shift forwards rapidly, and the world was a blur for a moment before the view surrounding Knichou and Stannis grew once more out of the void. ... When the images of the shop came back it looked much like it did before, save the corners of the shop were rife with discarded refuse from countless experiments with the machine, which now stood in a relatively remarkable level of detail. Nuparu had apparently been successful in understanding the functionality and, by the look of it, the purpose. And he stood by the device in a proud pose, yet he seemed distraught. He had indeed invented something, but he was not proud. Nuparu looked tired, haggard, as if he had gotten too little sleep, and then every hour of sleep he did get was plagued with nightmares. His apron was stained black and grey with ash and grease, and the layers had caked on each other to give such rigidity to the garment that the wrinkles were permanent and hinted that Nuparu had even slept in his clothes. A calendar on the wall indicated the date was just the day before his death. They were getting close to the reveal—they could feel the memory was full of anxiety as Nuparu mentally tussled with the fate he was playing a hand in creating. Stannis’ eyes narrowed in expectation, eager for answers but too riveted to fast forward. Everything was relevant now, the Engineer's mind was too sharp to include anything that could be considered trivial. “It’s a weapon,” Nuparu said finally. He was standing by his desk now, looking at something. Someone. “But not in the traditional sense. Lightstone cannons are weapons. The vahki are law enforcers that have been turned into weapons. But this device… it transforms people, matoran, into superweapons.” Nuparu's sharp eyes shot directly at Stannis’ projection, looking with a scared expression at presence what was not truly there. “It should have remained shattered and buried,” he said angrily. This was no longer the recording of a man studiously at work but a narration of what was to come, a fatalist diary of revelations intended for someone else. “The machine’s principle is based on ancient technology from the Southern Continent, and Tehutti tells me some parts are from the Time Before Time when great monsters walked the universe and Matoran culture was barely a thought—an era we have all but forgotten—and that similar technology was recovered from shrines dedicated to some primordial deity. While there are minor issues related to the power couplings and foci I did not expect that something made with components as varied as these would work, but it does. In fact, there is no other thing it could do but this. It could only be made into a weapon of devastation." Nuparu sighed. “Dume has told me little of what he intends to do with it, but it would take a fool to not realize Tuyet is right. With this machine he could make an army of imbued matoran, each one as powerful as a toa team, and the war with the Barraki would be effectively over. By creating monsters. Our times are desperate, but this feels like too much. The vahki challenged my beliefs enough, I fear I do not have the willpower to see this invention through to the end. I am too ashamed—“ A knock at the door interrupted the chief engineer’s soliloquy and tore his attention away from the unseen visitors. He quietly ambled to the door and opened it, first a crack and then completely, revealing none other than the turaga himself. “Turaga Dume,” he sputtered. “Excellency! Please come in; to what do I owe the pleasure?” “Enough of that, Nuparu,” the elder said, walking in and quickly shutting the door behind him with a wack of his staff. He came near to the device and studied it rudimentarily, the way someone uninspired by art would look at a fine painting and see colors but not feel anything. “I came to see what my chief engineer has been making with the parts I sent. How’s your progress? You only have thirty hours left.” “Yes, well, it’s almost finished, Dume,” Nuparu said, putting on his most positive expression possible. “Just a few minor tweaks left—I won’t bore you with the details, sir—but it will be done on time.” “Good,” Dume said, then turned from the machine to Nuparu. “I’m proud of you. I cannot stress to you how essential this device will be—for all of us.” “Sir, if I may, I do have some concerns about the machine’s efficacy. If you give me a few more days to run diagnostics, I’m sure I can—“ “No, Nuparu,” Dume said softly but firmly, the way a revered patriarch did when giving unwanted news. “You have until dusk tomorrow, and after that you’ll be a free man. You will be relieved of your duties when the time is up.” “Turaga, I—“ Dume smiled and gently tapped Nuparu’s cheek twice. He seemed almost cheery. “My boy, no. My mind’s made up.” And then he was gone. … The room shifted one last time. Nuparu was sitting at his desk in the loft, a bundle of wires in his hand and a trashbin turned into a fire barrel next to him. His papers relating to the machine were gone, presumably the fuel for the flames, and he was stifling a tear as he sharpened pencils and tossed the shavings into the bin as well. Where he once wore the badge of his station on his shoulder was now vacant. The calendar indicated it was the last day of his life. “I will not make the same mistake of letting my optimism gain the better of me again,” he said somberly in no particular direction. He was dejected, purposeless, and at his wit's end. “If this project will be finished it will not be by the hand of someone of a stronger will than mine." He tossed the wires into the fire. “My hope is that it never will.” A beat. “If anyone finds and reads this crystal, I hope you are not too late. I’m sure Metru Nui can be saved, and I pray it will not be with this weapon, but I hope you are wiser and better than me. If… if this machine is truly the only way, I have loaded the schematics to a VR interface at the end to undo my sabotage. But until then, please, know that while I am full of regret, I have kept my conscience.” Another booming knock came at the door, but Nuparu seemed finished talking by then. “Come in, it’s open!” he hoarsely hollered in reply and began heading to the door, but not before shutting the memory crystal off. Knichou instantly recognized the scene: He was the one who was without the door. A pitifully few moments afterwards, Nuparu would be dead on the street. … Stannis and Knichou found themselves standing in pitch darkness then. From nothing, the schematics of the machine slowly materialized before them, each component and rivet appearing and sliding into place. Stannis looked at it blankly; Knichou was studying it in rapt fascination. For the first time, the Wanderer was speechless. * * * * * By this point, a majority of the Taku’s passengers were on the bridge, some silently watching Stannis and Knichou sit still, others impatiently watching out the large windows, as if worried that a cliff face would jump out at them or the dashboard would go ablaze in warning lights. For Knichou and Stannis, it had been hours, possibly even days, of memories experienced. They had made sure to thoroughly check that they had seen everything they would need to know, and spent a bit longer inside the memory crystal for good measure. In the physical realm, it had only been ten minutes or so since they went into the void. From sharing their consciousnesses together, the duo now understood each other much more clearly, and they would look at each other knowing more about their respective pasts and present burdens. As they opened their eyes, their faces immediately began visibly showing the stress from the knowledge they now knew. The passengers eagerly watched, waiting for the news. Knichou was the first to break the silence. “Well...” the Fe-Matoran took a deep breath, still readjusting the reality around him after such an extended period inside the crystal. “...This war just got a whole lot more complicated," Stannis finished.
  7. 6 points
    IC: Idlyx Haeve - Ga-Metru He sighed at the Toa not catching his joke and complied. "What now, then? Are you going to turn me in while Dume is in mortal danger?" IC: Nale Vella - Po-Metru Her thoughts were too scrambled to take in the information from Arkius. Nale crossed her arms and stared at the floor to avoid eye contact with Knichou. "I...it was Arkius. He dropped the sand on the Hunter to...make him fall. I don't think Stannis would have--" Stannis. What would he think? In the moment she felt good about what she was doing and that's what bothered her the most, because now she felt awful. Had it been necessary? "...anyways, we don't have to worry about him trailing us any more, at least. I mean, bright side, right? He'd been after us a while now. Even dropping him from an airship didn't make him go away..." ...when you do something you're not supposed to, it feels good. And if you keep doing it, it'll eventually stop feeling forbidden and just be another part of life. The Toa Code is clear. She understood it. And Nale was sure even intent to kill was, at the very least, a black mark. Would this become the new normal...would she end up like the invisible man? She felt like a child who had disobeyed and would now have to confess. The Fa-Toa was already thinking it over. How do you tell someone something such as this, and would Knichou think less of her? The crew of this ship were her friends, and the two Toa she'd teamed up with were her brethren. God, a team! She hadn't been a part of one since... "...Knichou," Nale said, now looking up at the Matoran, "I shot him. Twice. I don't know what we did that killed him first--my rounds, the sand, only Mata Nui knows. But...I was shooting him to kill him." She looked him in the eyes. "I wanted him dead."
  8. 5 points
    I swore to use these artistic skills for good only, yet here we are...
  9. 5 points
    IC: Mata-Nui, Cortex The conversation inside His own head was halted for a moment. Mata-Nui's mind raced, and His identity shifted again. This time, a flood of memories bled into His others. He remembered the beach... and the skies... and the sands... and the sights of the city on fire.. of the city before the fire... the city before the war... the city form the view inside His office... He was there now, holding on to a mighty blue Titan, and the Titan stared back... and dared to hold Him down.. the others were there too, reading Him... they would not know... few were left who truly knew, now one less without Dume... many of the ancient beings worked so hard... to thwart Him... they left Him... yet We were not gone.. We were always returning... ...images of an island....when it was lush and peaceful... the new memories named it Z A K A Z... there they all worked... they toiled night and day even before there was night and day... building the ark... building their escape... yet We would not be left... memories of a thousand conversations flashed through Our heads and mind... talks with the Dark Ones... who were they? Why did they exist to thwart My will? Their faces ever-changing... their beings ever changing... without them, I would not be away... yet I am returning... they have failed to stop Us... their island in the Silver Sea will be the first to fall once We return... and that island with the forges... memories of the Ancient Ones working there... We must destroy their ancient forges... We must avenge every moment My world abandoned me... ...memories of the long life in the central citadel... watching the Matoran... sleeping above My mind... hoarding my heart... memories of- And the memories ended. The consciousness returned to what it was... a thousand flickers flashing all at once, then silence again... a voice was heard, "Immolate him," then the blue Titan disappeared from vision... from knowing... Mata-Nui focused again. Before Him, the two warriors were still eyeing Him with caution. They still possessed that artifact... the old one's memories gave it a name... "I require the Krom Sphere. Please, let me love you again. Give me what's Mine, and be proud in joining Me."
  10. 5 points
    OOC: Unreliable Narrator was too tired to make a Dume post, so I stepped up to the challenge and wrote us one with his blessing IC, Dume: Coliseum There was nothing. Dume slowly came to. He blinked twice. What happened? Where was he? Last thing he remembered was that he was about to give Atamai the power of a Toa, and then the world exploded. The old man blinked again and became simply aware of something slick on his hands. He looked to the side and saw blood on his palms. For a brief moment the Turaga was scared that he was severely injured. But as he took a deep breath he felt no injuries, no pain. Then why the blood? As the Turaga became more aware of his surroundings he realized that there was a heavy weight on top of him. He looked down and saw a body laying on top of him. A Matoran. Okuo. He had jumped in front of the Turaga at the last second and saved him from peril. “Help him...” Dume croaked.
  11. 5 points
    IC Stannis | Coliseum (...there and back again) When the time was right as the Taku drew near to the Coliseum the Wanderer jettisoned the ancient toa canister and turned on the phasing feature with the flip of a switch. The fall was not long, as they were not far from the building to start, and it was mere seconds before he was inside the many bureaucratic centre of the city. The floors whizzed by like pages of a book one by one—he even saw Dume's face whiz by, featuring a gathering of toa, turaga, and the warlord Zataka (it was about time she showed up, he thought) and then they were gone—but he was not aiming for the Turaga's office as his destination. Four floors later, the canister met its mark. Though he had spoken of the virtue of expediency in getting to Dume to deliver the discs and fulfilling whatever fates Destiny had in mind, he had not intended to be among the first there, as his mission had been starkly different from his companions'. It was said the great discs were told to become toa by Turaga Dume's hand, and there were those on the Taku who made it their quest to be toa heroes, but Stannis' concern was not in who endured an apotheosis or controlling the conversations they had with the dear leader—his goal had always been one of knowledge, the trading of it, the obtaining of it, and exploring the secrets trapped in a web of shadows. The creation of toa was not a risk he concerned himself with, and if the disks were bait for Dume to focus on them and the matoran who brought them to him that meant the ancient machine was key information Stannis could focus on. Unfortunately for Stannis, he was old, and his memory on the intricacies of Metru Nui architecture was not among the sharpest. It was true that at one point long ago Floor 46 B held the private halls of the turaga. It was also true that fifteen thousand years ago a renovation was completed by a certain architect named Ambajes at the request of Dume, and the apartments were moved two floors up for better feng shui. Stannis had not visited the turaga since the renovation took place, and though he might have been aware of it in tasing at some point it was not relevant at the time and he had seemingly forgotten it. That is, until he exited the canister and came face-to-face with a vacant space with storage boxes where messy desks and empty hallways once were. He grumbled something about remembering the changes then, and busied himself with moving forward. Something tugged him upwards, and so he resolved to take the steps to the floors above him. Finding the stairwells were no issue, nor did he encounter any resistance as he ascended them. Once he reached Floor 28 B and checked the layout thence, he discovered a pair of vahki monitoring the paths. He ducked out of the way before they spotted him and vanished in the labyrinth of dimly lit conference rooms, dark and pristine from disuse which hid his grey cloaked self nicely. He stopped a moment, checked to see if the automatons had noticed anything, and then moved on after hearing nothing. Thankfully, Ambajes had not changed the layout of the new office floor too dramatically, and Stannis wondered if it was the man's idea at a con, pretending that his new design was somehow more favorable by an unseen spirit all in the name of getting rich off the teat of government. Whatever the case, Stannis was able to find his way rather easily, and soon arrived at the Turaga's private office. "Oh great, they're turned off," the old toa muttered as he approached one of the terminals with consternation. They all looked the same, emblazoned with the logo of some fruit behind them and with obsidian black screens that featured an imperceptible blip that changed location across the monitor which Stannis failed to notice. He spent a moment looking over the computers and took a deep breath. Feel, don't think. What is missing in this picture? He tapped his chin, unsure of what he needed to do, and tried talking to it to make it do something, then searched the exterior for a button of some sort; touching the screen itself did nothing. "How do I turn this thing on...?" he mumbled. He finally took his rucksack off to move with better ease and set the sack on the desk, in doing so accidentally moving the mouse. Instantly, the terminal flared to life, revealing the desktop image of a rolling green hill with bright blue skies with a banner at the top of the screen that said Welcome Turaga Doom-ah. Stannis jerked his head back in surprise, then shrugged. "Apparently all I had to do was touch the ball... thing... Mata Nui works in mysterious ways." Seizing the mouse, he explored the options on the unlocked computer. As it turned out, he and Dume were both old men with little technological affinity, leaving the entirety of the system's knowledge at Stannis' disposal. Quickly he opened his rucksack and withdrew from it a large hard drive, and then plugged it into the unlocked terminal. His contacts in the Archives had carefully instructed him what to do and broke it down to a set of steps on a notepad. There was only one thing underlined: "Drop app named Switcheroo into desktop." He pulled it from the device's menu and placed into the computer, and their programs in the filed quickly went to work executing their tasks, spreading information at key pre-set folders within the network and searching for keywords, which it then consolidated and input copies of those documents within the drive. None of that really made sense to Stannis, he was just following the directions given, but he did know how E-mail worked and he busied himself with checking Dume's correspondence logs. He scanned the first two lines of each one as he scrolled through the inbox: Stannis opened the last one, revealing a conversation between Dume and the inventor Nuparu. In it, Nuparu laid out some of his concerns on the machine, many of which Stannis already knew from witnessing the contents of the memory crystal, but according to the datestamp the message had been written before his venting to the crystal. It featured a back-and-forth between the two men, and as Stannis read through them he realized the moment Nuparu attempted to discuss the issues with the machine in person had not been the first time he spoke to Dume about them. In fact, it hadn't even been the second time. By the time Dume visited the workshop, the turaga was already incensed by Nuparu. Dume's replied were polite at first, but verged towards blunt and perfunctory towards the end, telling the inventor to stop asking questions, to follow his orders, and seemed angry at his pushing back. Whether that protestation was what caused Dume to decide to retire the famed inventor was not clear, but it seemed damning just the same. Stannis also searched for Dark Hunters and predictably found some further damning smutty messages featuring a dancing gif of Lariska, but nothing that indicated Dume had used his office's communications to have Nuparu murdered. That, Stannis found, was a relief. Just the same, he searched for his machine and relics but only discovered more messages from Nuparu and various reports from the Archives personnel, which again were informations the Wanderer already gleaned. The computer beeped gently, indicating the file transfers were complete, and he looked to his list of tasks for the next item. "Remove device safely from device," it said, with an arrow pointing to a small eject button. Stannis did as it said, and then removed the drive when a second chime indicated it was alright to do so, and promptly stashed it in his rucksack again. On the screen, a new dialog opened up. It was a loading line, already at 3%. Stannis locked the screen and walked away. The message was faint, affected both by the building's interior defenses and Stannis' own mental conditioning, but he thought his reply. .:I can. My task is done. How are the Matoran?:. He gathered his things and quietly headed for the secure stairwell again.
  12. 5 points
    The Leonn Files: Entry #2 Subject Matter: It's HAPPENING! Entry: "Everything's finally come together. As you know, I successfully met with Nidhiki (though in an odd manner) and his associate, Nuju. I am as of yet unsure of their motives, but that isn't my business, is it? In any case, the portal's up, and Metru-Nui's about to fall. I'd almost say it was a pity, this place (despite its heresy) has its charms. But, alas, freedom comes first, does it not? In any case, here is another, admittedly short, dossier I've compiled during my transit to Po-Metru. More to follow, obviously!" ~L.A. #1 Alias/Name: Nidhiki (Turaga Nidhiki if you want to be all formal) Appearance: Short, like most Turaga. Proud looking, Noble Shelek, dark green and black armour. Only interruption to his otherwise solid paintjob is the scar across his face. I can only deduce that's from his brotherly battles recently (I can relate). Armaments: Nothing but his staff, as far as I can tell. He was fiddling with a candle when I met him, though. Personality Quirks And Modus Operandi: He acts like the absolute epitome of a Toa of Air. Non-serious, impatient, dangerous (though in this case his recklessness resembles something more malevolent than simply being sloppy). Even as a Turaga he acts like he still runs around like his souped up vigilante brethren, and this is somewhat amusing when you take into account his newfound affiliation with us. Not to say we don't have our own fair share of Toa recruits, but nine times out of ten (as I'm sure you'll know intimately) they either have to coerced or have to be unstable and/or have a greatly fractured moral code. Nidhiki seems to fall somewhere on the latter, but without knowing his story this is largely speculation. I'd absolutely kill for an interview with his former Toa brother when you inevitably seize the coliseum, by the way (You know how good I am with prisoners~). #2 Group Name: The Cabal (Work in progress) Consists of: Stannis (A Po-Toa), at least one sniper, an Onu-Toa, and an unknown large mish mash of other species and individuals. One of them is a huge robot of some kind. A good deal of them were Disc Hunters, offered a ride by Stannis to the Coliseum. They possess an airship that they've likely commandeered, and are currently using to get to their destination. Background: Largely unknown, but they weren't always so annoyingly big in their number. Due to Vyarik's initial confidence I can imagine he and Waveahk suspected there'd be less of them, and since a lot of them were carted onto Stannis' "Boat To Justice" their number grew anyway. The Cabal were responsible for Vyarik's tragic injury, as well as mine and Waveahk's near burial in the sands of Po-Metru. I'm still not sure what became of Vyarik, he had a fairly nasty wound and was talking extremely strange (though that could be attributed to the mild shock of having a bullet wound in your shoulder). Stannis stands out from the rest for actually engaging Vyarik in his increasingly tiring moral debate that had me and my Steltian compatriot soon bored out of our minds. Whilst the vindication of my vendetta theory was very fun, Vyarik's ideology was tiringly contrarian and seemed to serve nothing but to justify his quest for revenge against Stannis. I've still no idea how badly the Dark Hunter must have been beaten to warrant this extreme reaction, but again, Stannis seemed all but happy to engage him on this. As my lovely employer, you have correspondence with many agents such as myself, so it'd be extremely appreciated if you could forward on any information on this Stannis fellow when you can. He seems to have attracted quite a crowd, and I've no doubt that he might prove an obstacle to you or any of your colleagues when you assault the coliseum. Just an idea. END ENTRY.
  13. 5 points
    IC Kilo-M9 - the Taku: From the main cargo hold, the mechanical enforcer sat alone as the others gathered in the main cockpit to experience the memory crystal. The machine would have joined the others, but its power cord only reached so far, so it instead sat and listened. New information received. Analyzing... Device appears to transfer kanoka disks powers into living organisms. Duration of powers is unknown, but memory crystal indicates permanent transfer. Design of device suggests multiple discs can be used at once. The Creator died regretting his involvement in creating this device, possibly the Usurpers as well. Queries: Why does Turaga Dume need great discs? Did Dume know specifics of great disc powers before machine was created? Did the Creator regret making this unit? Analysis: Onu-metru great disc was hidden by Toa Nidhiki. Other discs were likely hidden by other Toa Mangai. Disc was hidden at least 3 months ago. Construction by The Creator on disc power device was a little over 2 weeks ago. Timetable does not match. Unknown how long Turaga Dume knew about device. More information needed. Further analysis: Great disc powers for Onu-metru and Po-metru are unsuited for combatants. Reconstitute at random is unreliable. Weakness is risky for allies. Other great discs may be similarly unsuited for direct combat. Searching databanks for information on Kanoka... Kanoka are discs made from liquid protodermis. Discs can be forged into Kanohi of various powers. For Kanohi outside of main 8 Kanoka powers, combinations of discs are used to create an appropriate disc to be forged into a mask. Disc power device has 6 slots. No known combinations of mask powers requiring 6 discs known. Simulating hypothetical combination of 6 great discs... Working... FATAL ERROR. Citizen Pacification Unit OS Ver. 1.2 has encountered a problem and needs to restart. As the crew of the Taku rushed to tend to Arkius’s injuries, the mechanical enforcer continued standing off to the side unmoving. The sounds of clockwork gears whirring at an increasing pace let anyone observing know that the machine was hard at work. Soon enough, the whirring increased in volume and the sentinel’s cranial unit began to shake. The pattern was broken by a short popping noise, followed by the machine’s glowing eyes dimming immediately, followed by the limbs and body collapsing onto the floor. A small plume of smoke began to billow from the fallen construct’s head. A short time later, the eyes on the machine began to glow once more, and the protodermis protector slowly lifted itself off the floor. It turned to glance at Stannis. “Toa Stannis, when convenient this unit needs to speak with you.”
  14. 4 points
    The Leonn Files: Entry #3 Subject Matter: Sunset. Entry: "Hello, girls. I gave Takadox access to the database, so I am typing from his device right now. Unfortunately, after you read this message, the database is going to be locked. Can't have you peeping around on more of our dirty laundry, can we? In any case, I'd just like to say goodbye. It's been an absolute displeasure dealing with you, but you admittedly made some things happen that I wasn't sure could ever happen between me and my boss. Thank you, for that. Oh, and you still owe me for the shades. " ~L.A. END ENTRY. FILES LOCKED. DATABASE FORMAT IN PROCESS.
  15. 4 points
  16. 4 points
    IC: "You ... you just handed over reality to this monster!" Irna screamed, only barely able to wrench her attention away from the lumbering ... the god that was coming towards her, mace raised high to strike. She wasn't ashamed to say: she was scared. She was terrified. She didn't want to die -- who did? Her veins felt like nothing but ice, but adrenaline. Of course, that wasn't all that was happening in her body. Some -- generally Matoran -- have claimed that the Zyglaki ability to secrete an oil from their skin which can eat through organic matter is clear evidence of their origins as bestial predators to be put down. Aberrations of the Great Spirit. But, in truth, the phenomenon is a simple defence mechanism. In the event that a Zyglak might be the prey of a larger beast -- say, a behemoth claiming to be god Himself -- the ability to melt flesh at a touch seems almost noble. And, of course, Irna being pressed up right against a wall made of flesh meant that ... well.... The wall hissed and bubbled and steamed behind, the tendons and ligaments holding it together liquifying under her sustained contact, the pressure from Mata-Nui's elemental barrage pushing her deeper and deeper into the weakening meat of the structure -- and further and further away from the god Himself. A little further, she thought, desperately. A little further. OOC: @Smudge8 @Azibo @Unreliable Narrator: I'm not actually sure what happens if someone were to try and go through the organic wall of the Cortex. If my post doesn't work, I'm happy to edit it. -Void
  17. 4 points
    IC: Tuyet | Some desert we’ll see again on Monday. A familiar sun-kissed plateau stretched out before Atamai in what appeared to be early afternoon judging by the single sun in the sky. An unfamiliar plateau stretched out before Tuyet. Concern spread on her face, then rage. She kicked a small pebble off the side of the cliff. It fell for a very long time. A nearby frilled lizard skittered under a larger boulder to hide from the toa standing in the desert wasteland. A soft and warm wind fluttered the needles on a plump and stocky cactus growing on the plateau’s edge. Atamai realized now on closer inspection Tuyet’s clothing had small tears in it, and little metal studs pushing out from the tears. They were dull, the same color as the leather, and so didn’t prove visible in the evening light of Metru-Nui. When Atamai spoke Tuyet whirled on him. He smelled roses, smoke, and vanilla. “Nothing personal?” Tuyet spat, her eyes squinting in the sunshine at Atamai while her hand kept a vice grip on his wrist. Wherever Atamai jumped next, Tuyet followed. “Yeah this is so not what should be happening right now. Did you even think about where you were going? The matoran are dying and you want to go maroon me in a desert? That Dark Hunter is literally destroying our chance at fixing home. Your vibe sucks man. Sucks. Alexa? Alexa play…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say wouldn’t work out here without reception. IC: Pridak | Ko-Metru Pridak’s command met Varxii’s betrayal as she turned her allegiance. He looked out at the toa of lightning in the distance joining forces with the new arrivals on the far side of the icty bridge between the knowledge towers and scowled. He thought for sure he’d kept her on a tighter leash. Letting her leave on Carapar’s errand to the islands South of Destral must have given her a chance to remember her sovereign identity. How foolish. The rage buried behind Pridak’s smiles and wine glasses full of chocolate milk began to break through. Casting his hand outward he pulled upon the powers of his mask using the components of broken vehicles and vahki remains along the sides of the wide ice bridge. In his mind’s eye Pridak imagined the construction of a banded cage around the traveler’s form as he flitted about, and metal shackles on his arms and legs with heavy chains between them, and then he released the powers of the mask of creation to do their work... IC: Takadox | Po-Metru “Never change, Leo,” Takadox said with a cheeky, malevolent grin. “We’ll get shades at the resort. Hope you packed light ‘cause this’ll be a bumpy ride. So long girls. Get married though, hypnosis or no. You’re both too weird to say apart.” He waved his open hand in a dismissive gesture and his mask glowed brightly. And then they were gone, nothing remaining of Takadox and Leonn except their footprints in the sand as the purple and orange sunset faded to a dark blue night sky. OOC: Leo ‘n Tik-Tak riding off into the sunset before this game go boom.
  18. 4 points
    IC: Mantax | Onu-Metru, Archives Seeing Arkius’ intent in removing his exterior armor and casting aside his axe, Mantax pursed his lips and stood up out of his strong spear stance. He called an attending kikanalo rider to take his spear, and two riders dismounted and doffed his armor. While they worked he kept his gaze locked on Arkius, his eyes showing deadly intent. When they finished he stood in the same plainness as Arkius, two warriors bent on crushing each other with their bare fists before assembled witnesses. Mantax lowered his head, took a wide stance, and raised his hands in front of himself. His boots slid across the floor of the Archives, no longer polished and smooth after Arkius’ use of his earth powers to churn the ground. He took a step forward, then another, finally another placing the two warriors within fighting reach. Feeling the tempo on his side, Mantax struck first with a blazing fast rush toward just below Arkius’ center of gravity. IC: Takadox | Po-Metru “She might not but I do,” Takadox said as his kualsi gleamed with recent use. Apparently the barraki left the restaurant in a hurry to collect his favorite spy, because he still carried a napkin to clean the butter off his chin. “But I know you’ll just shout pineapple. No point in wasting them now. Leonn, this is the last time I’m picking you up for lunch. You get your own ride from now on.” He stood only a head or so taller than Leonn, his hunched spine would have made him much taller if he could stand straight. On his back were a pair of single edged broadswords in a single scabbard. Little blue pennants fluttered from their pommels. Takadox stared at Rose and Skyra, his red and hypnotic eyes seeming to spin as they caught a glance without meaning to in his sudden appearance amongst them. “And you… Would you kindly take yourselves to a wedding chapel off island? Somewhere… Remote, and with a tropical view. Tut tut, move along. You don’t have all day ladies.” IC: Dume | Cortex Memories “Well, where to start,” Dume sighed, placing his glass down on a small coaster that appeared with a little wave of his hand. “Place looks like a paradise, but it’s all going down the hole you know? Nothing’s like it used to be. The Brotherhood’s been holed up in the southern fortress slinging spells at the giant leaking bubble in the sky since it showed up. Nothing gets rid of it. Then there’s rumors going around of doomsday. In general, pretty bleak. Matoran don’t want masks anymore, they want a way off this island. An escape, you know? That's why I'm out here. I've been thinking about what to do, trying to get my creative juices flowing. But it hasn't worked. I don't think I wore my thinking mask." Dume chuckled at the joke, then an idea glimmered in his eyes. "Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any room where you come from on this Metru-Nui would you? Where’d you say it was exactly?”
  19. 4 points
    IC: Taja | Aboard the Airship Taja did her best to swallow her frustration and follow Sans' advice. She stretched her hand out, fingertips quivering slightly as she concentrated. "Imagine your entire body is composed of sound." She closed her eyes. She thought back to the moment of her transformation, when Dume shouted her into a Toa. His shout had resonated through her bones; her every cell had seemed to vibrate at a single frequency, like she might shimmer out of existence at any moment. She imagined she could feel it again. She imagined that her body was made of sound, a wavelength stretched and coiled into a person. When Sans spoke, her entire being rippled in response, absorbing the vibrations of his words into herself. "Your entire body is sound..." Each word was composed of vibrations, each syllable a frequency she could pinpoint on a scale. Opening her ears beyond the Turaga's words, Taja listened to the sounds of the ship. Leklo's heart thumped with excitement and fear, each low bu-bump reverberating through the air and echoing through her own body like the sound of a drum. The engines hummed a low D-sharp; the ting of a disk striking the hull rang a high, clear A. The wind outside whistled around them, singing up and down the scale like it was showing off. And beyond... sounds too faint to understand, but she knew they were there because the air carried their vibrations long after the sound had lost all meaning, and they, too, rippled through her body, her every atom vibrating in response like a still pond rippling long after the thrown stone has come to rest on the sandy bed. "...now reach out and shift your body to extend beyond your physical form." She realized now, in a blurry, roundabout way, that receiving sound was only one side of the coin. Just as the reverberations of the air could set her whole body vibrating, so could she reach out and send her own vibrations into the world. The power had been there all along: even as a Matoran, she could shout or sing or whisper sound into being and these were all lesser manifestations of the power that she felt deep within herself, resonating like the taut skin of a snare drum. Now, as a Toa, she didn't need to move her mouth to bring sound into the world. She had only to allow her body to resonate at the frequency of her own elemental energy. It sprang forward eagerly, travelling through her veins like liquid fire and out from her fingertips into the air, which now seemed as easy as anything, as simple as moving her own fingers, like the air itself was an extension of her own body, carrying whatever vibrations she wished to their destination. She directed the path of the sound. Target: box. She carefully decided on the frequency—a B of some kind, high enough to hear but low enough to be pleasant—and a low note sounded through the airship's cabin as the air rippled, moved by an unseen force, and struck the box, knocking it over. Her heartbeat thundering in her ears, Taja raised her hand and looked at in wonder, as if seeing it for the first time. I— I'm a Toa.
  20. 4 points
    IC: Knichou, Dume's office Knichou had let the Toa handle the assassin - everything happened so fast he barely had time to pull out his lightstone rifle before they neutralized the dark hunter. The former Nynrah Ghost watched the sixth disk arrive and Dume lay out his plan. Knichou was never quite sure what Dume would do with the great disks but increase his own power, but everything made sense now. Nuparu had his reservations about the machine's power, which Knichou shared, but knowing Dume's plan... Knichou could do it. Knichou could end the war before it even happened. Knichou's inaction now would seal the fate of everyone in the universe, living and dead. Knichou could save those he failed to protect. Knichou had to speak up. "Dume, I am the only one who knows how to repair Nuparu's machine. If this is truly our only option, sacrificing one life and all of our memories made during the war to save all of those who have been lost, then I will do what I must."
  21. 4 points
    IC: Takadox "Who was that? Are you with a woman right now?" IC: Reliable Narrator | Cortex Ostrox explored the tight interweaving corridors of organic material as he rushed to escape the main room where Mazor and Irna were locked in debate with something certainly claiming to be Mata-Nui. With his eyes on the surroundings, he did his best to take in what he could see and imagined something greater from it. He stood in a corridor that felt like walking inside a vein or a folded room of meat. The surface was grey, bulbous, and responded to a soft push by absorbing folding around his hand. Everywhere was slick, and the miasma floated throughout, rolling in eerie green clouds. A couple of silvery bohrok, strange and alien to the Southerner who’d never seen such a creature before, rolled past. They ignored him completely, focusing instead to direct their attention toward the hole he’d crawled out of. The two of them went about repairing the damage with some form of, Ostrox assumed, spit or webbing from their mouths. Before long, Ostrox found himself in the dark, except for the thin trickle of glowing silver protodermis down the middle of the floor in its depressed channel. The corridor smelled rancid. It felt far too humid. And everywhere was the sound of blood pumping. He thought about the situation. Drinking whatever trickled on the floor of the rancid smelling corridor would probably prove fatal, and after walking down the corridor for a while it didn't seem like the flowing liquid led anywhere specific. Rather, it seemed like it eventually drained back into pores in the floor to be secreted from the ceiling and walls. At least, that was Ostrox's guess. Remembering back, he'd heard Nuju call this place the Cortex. Wasn't the cortex responsible for voluntary motor function? If the cortex smelled rancid, was it dead? The bohrok creatures seemed content to continue repairing it in whatever state of life or death it was in, but perhaps there was more to the story. And besides, if this was actually a Cortex, did that mean there was more? @Toru Nui
  22. 4 points
    IC Stannis & Leklo | Coliseum "No time to waste, indeed," Stannis said as he came near Dume and bent down to help mend him as best he could. He would not be able to use his now-famous healing powers since he expended the Kanohi Haonga to keep all danger at bay for the time being, but what he lacked in healing magic he made up for with battle experience. His presence was patient, methodical even, as it seemed the whole world flowed at a different pace around Stannis. Anything he touched seemed important for something, everyone he surrounded himself with was destined to be someone, and his every action was part of some greater fate. In the midst of the storm Stannis was the eye. He touched Dume's leg, causing the elder to wince in pain and curse at it, then continued to take measure of the wounds with the care of a carver. "We've lost so much already," he continued, "the lifeblood of the city is being drained by the second. But why?" he said to nobody in particular, asking the answer to a riddle with a riddle of his own, but it meant different things to each person. To the people of action he referred to the loss of matoran life; to the scholars he referred to the purging of the Three Virtues by actions of the heathen and sinful; to the literalists he referred to the blood of Dume, who had been the sage master of Metru Nui for as long as any of them lived. But to Dume, and the apprehensive minds, it struck a different chord; Stannis was asking for a confession—not of guilt, but of intent. Leklo stirred from his side of the office, roused slightly by Sans' beckoning and Korruhn's encouraging. The ghosts he saw, those ghastly apparitions, gathered around the bodies of Stannis and Dume like the quivering wings of a dying Valkyr. These two men's hands were drenched in blood, but slowly the newly minted toa could see the difference in the ghosts. Whereas Stannis was swarmed by waves of beings from other lands, fierce and noble looking warriors and soldiers marked with scarves belonging to Barraki and the Dark Hunters alike, Dume's victims were more domestic, toa and matoran seemingly caught in a trap by none of their own devices. The one with a purple mask—or was it orange?—kept reappearing. Who is that? The display had become less frightening to Leklo as he unraveled the phenomenon gradually, and he had become more entranced by it than truly afraid. These were people already deceased, and they caused no trouble to him after all. It was the realization that even his heroes were killers somehow that gave him fear, not the ones they had somehow killed. "I will go with you, Sans," Leklo said at last, managing to tear his attention from the ghastly dance and towards his turaga mentor. "Ko-Metru is my home, too, and I will not let it fall to these invaders. Let's take the fight to them." "That's the spirit!" Korruhn whooped, relishing the opportunity to test his abilities in battle to save the realm he spent so long canvassing. "I'm all in." Stannis meanwhile continued to tend to Turaga Dume, and tapped at his wounds to seal them with a carefully woven layer of stone to stop the bleeding and fix the gaps in his armor, and where the injury was too deep he pushed the stone in like putty on a crack until it was flush again. It was not much, but it was the Wanderer's best attempt at prolonging the elder statesman's life. Truthfully, Stannis was unsure what he needed to do to accomplish his mission with his instincts and knowledge clashing inside. He knew Dume had done questionable things, yet did not know to what extent, and he realized that while Dume could be a part of the web of lies and corruption in Metru Nui the turaga remained one of the only figures capable of galvanizing the Matoran culture to rebuff the Six King's crusade. None other commanded the same level of respect and admiration, none other had as much sway with the hearts of Mata Nui's folk. And yet, something was wrong, Stannis could feel it deep in his bones. It it wasn't the new toa, and it wasn't Dume, not really. Was it the Great Disc, nearly fused to completion and in the hands of Atamai? Stannis wondered, but remained uncertain. What he knew was that Dume was guarding a secret dangerously close to his chest, its presence was too obvious for the Wanderer's intuition to miss. "Tell me the truth, old friend," the Wanderer said to Dume. "You have lived so long and hold more regrets than even I... so why do you fear failure in this task the most?" he asked.
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  24. 4 points
    I mean, each sprite's pieces are grouped together, it's just that, a lot of the time, those pieces aren't in any sort of order. It's more like 100 tiny jigsaws one after the other than it's like 100 tiny jigsaws whose pieces are all mixed into one large pile, if that makes sense. Two updates this time! The first one has more unused sprites, and the second one is setup for things to come...
  25. 4 points
    Made a list of all the action going on in the Colosseum, since there's a lot happening. I personally love how convoluted we made Turaga Dume's office. I hope this helps people organize their characters and figure out what to do next. There's a bit of confusion regarding the immediate assassination attempt taking place against Turaga Dume right now, so once that gets resolved and the timeline gets set then I'm sure many players will fats track themselves out into their next missions. -=Dume’s Office=- Sans in the doorways Waveahk and two Vahki behind him Stannis by the door Knichou, chilling and texting Kanohi Jutori, Just became a Toa Jabali, Self-Conscious and noticing the action unfold Atami, held up from becoming a Toa Vashni attacking Sidra Zataka attacking Sidra Okuo pinning Dume Dume being pinned Sidra, getting attacked behind the desk (one nektan by the window) Taja, zoning out Aradra, checking on Taja Leklo, still kind of hallucinating Korruhn, By Leklo, using gravity on the Rhotuka -=Colosseum General=- Raz, talking to Kanohi Kanohi, resting several floors down, talking to Raz Kovac, in the hospital Idlyx, taunting Kovac in the hospital Kohara, Talking to imprisoned Turaga Lhikan -=Cortex=- Mata-Nui Monster, trying to sit in the gameing chair Ostrox, about to fight Mata-Nui Mazor, debating whether or not to give the Krom Sphere to Mata-Nui Irna, Defensive against Mata-Nui Again, sorry if I missed someone, got the last action wrong, or misspelled someone's name :0
  26. 4 points
    Admiral Jaldamir Admiral Jaldamir by Mohamed Marei, on Flickr "A noble and valiant commander whose sole purpose is to bring to justice anyone who dares to stand against the crown. Has a long-standing enmity towards criminals who fare the seas, especially Pirate Lord Dreadwind and his band of miscreants". Admiral Jaldamir by Mohamed Marei, on Flickr A reimagining of an old character I had built way back in 2015. Since the moment I lay eyes on the kanohi Iden I've always pictured it belonging to an elegant, gentlemanly-looking character. And I felt the same way about those Praetorian Guard cloth skitrts; as soon as I saw them, I knew I had to build a redcoat-wearing character. Revamping Jaldamir gave me the answer. Safe to say I managed to pull this aesthetic off? I'll let you all be the judge of that!
  27. 4 points
    IC: Mata-Nui, Cortex The monstrous beast felt peaceful inside his own head. Every spirit lived in this space, in this moment, through him, and through Him. Then His space was invaded. His own head was filled with intruders, like a virus causing a headache. Mata-Nui's Avatar paid no mind at first, as He continued to remember this place. After a moment more, He turned back towards these three newcomers. "You do not belong here. You only hurt Me. I am the Life you live, and soon you will be born again in Me. You should not have come here, now leave, and be glad to be one with the Great Spirit." The three newcomers just stared blankly, maybe even cautiously, as the monstrous Mata-Nui Avatar commanded them. "Fine. I see that you are here with the purpose of hurting me. Already you have caused me so much pain. If you will not leave willingly, you'll join Me by force." Mata-Nui conjured his fused weapon in hand: a monstrously huge mace with dozen of blades ringed around the clubbed head. Mata-Nui took two mighty steps forward, and in a swing faster than any would reasonably expect from such a large arm, the mace crashed into the smallest one's body. Upon contact, a thunder cracked throughout the room, and a crumpled heap of Matoran flew across the room, lifeless when it finally came to rest. Mata-Nui stared down the two remaining figures. "Leave now, or suffer the same fate." OOC: @Smudge8 @Conway and I think coming up behind @Toru Nui? Also, UN gave me permission to btfo Nuju.
  28. 4 points
    I'm glad you're liking it so far! These gifs own, thanks for sharing them! This time, we're taking a closer look at the Toa Stones!
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    IC: Knichou, Coliseum Airspace, Bridge of the Taku Everything was happening it once. The Taku was already high above the Coliseum tower due to Knichou's plan of arriving on the roof, and from that high up, the city below truly looked like the end times had arrived. As they drew closer to the tower there were bright flashes of light from a particular floor. Something important must be happening in there already. Hearing the radio response, Knichou bregrudgingly began lowering the ship's altitude, silently listening to the others discuss their plans, but mostly focusing on piloting and his own thoughts. Arkius and Nale wanted to stand in unity with their fellow Toa on the battlefield. Kanohi's duty to the city compelled him to join the conflict below. Vashni would stay and ensure the matoran would complete their quest and unlock their destinies. The newly formed crew was already splitting up. It appeared that if he was to survive the coming hours, Knichou would soon be returned to the solitary life he once knew as a Ghost once each part of the crew had parted ways. Knichou began to focus on the obstacle ahead. The tower wanted him to land in the courtyard, which threw a wrench into Knichou's plan of dropping Stannis via the roof. He needed to come up with a new plan, fast, and tell the others. Maybe if they were to - "Knichou, there is no time." Stannis's voice drew Knichou's attention. Knichou turned around to see the Toa climb into the Toa canister and look at him with that oh-so-familiar quiet stare. "Proceed with the plan. Send me down." The ex-Ghost gave the Toa of stone a silent nod before the Toa closed the lid of the canister and sealed himself inside. From inside the canister Stannis had a strange view of the world around him. The sensors of the canister were at one with his senses, and his eyes could see everywhere at once. Stannis could feel the controls and naturally understood them, as if they were instinctual. Knichou turned back to his controls, knowing Stannis would drop when he saw his chance. Now it was up to Knichou to position Stannis above the tower. He slowed the rate at which the ship lost altitude, and kept his heading so they would pass closely over the Coliseum tower. It was a move sure to get the air traffic control irritated, but they couldn't really do anything about it. What were they going to do, destroy two great disks over some poor piloting? Ignoring any complaints coming over the radio, Knichou piloted the Taku so it would pass slowly over the top of the Coliseum, then continued descending towards the parade grounds. While they were passing over the Coliseum, the Toa canister silently passed through the floor as it turned intangible. Hopefully Stannis would make the canister tangible again near the right floor, or at least in a place where he wasn't trapped. Once the Taku had dropped anchor on the parade grounds, Knichou got out of the captain's chair and began dragging the suitcase full of Nynrah tech back to his quarters, only now beginning to answer Jutori's question. "Jutori, I don't exactly have time to make you something custom like I did for Kanohi," the engineer replied, noisily moving belongings about in his quarters. "But I do have some tools on hand that might be useful..." Knichou said, walking out of his quarters with what looked like a sledgehammer. "This was mainly used for driving home rivets during ship construction, but I think it might be more useful to you right now for bludgeoning." The Fe-Matoran handed the sledgehammer over, as everyone began moving to the cargo bay. Knichou opened the cargo bay doors before he left and locked down the bridge. Everyone still on board was now assembled in the cargo bay below, and before Knichou went down the ladder to join them, he addressed the assorted comrades from the upper deck. "Well everybody... it looks like this may have been our last journey together, even though for some of you it was your first. We all have our own callings, our own paths. I can't and won't stop you from doing what duty calls you the most. All I can do is hope our paths will cross again after this fateful day. Good luck, and may Mata Nui protect you all." His short address over, the ex-Ghost began to descend the ladder to the lower deck of the cargo bay.
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    IC: Waveahk (The Coliseum, Main Lobby) Stepping out of the metal cage, Waveahk felt light-footed and light-headed. He stumbled out into the lobby, filled with panicking Matoran, and to be honest he felt like joining them. So to recap: he'd been chased across the city by annoyingly persistent robots, almost buried alive by an insane fanatic, thrown in jail willingly, saw his co-worker transformed into something monstrous, left to die at the hands of a headless abomination, had his physical appearance deemed 'ugly' by a Skakdi, - he didn't quite remember where that fit in the timeline, only that it did - taken away to a pitch black void of nothingness by some eldritch creature and told to kill an unknown and a God. Must be Thursday. He could never get the hang of Thursdays.
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    OOC: Woah, this jam was quite the adventure, it was really fulfilling to do such a cool jam with an OG I started RPing with in my early days back in - *checks calendar* - nevermind, I feel old now. Enjoy! IC: Knichou and Stannis, on the bridge of the Taku and in the memories of the dead After seeing everyone finish boarding the Taku, Knichou pulled the switch to close the massive cargo bay doors. The normally empty airship cargo bay feel rather cozy at the assortment of Matoran and Toa with their friendly robot, parked hoverbike, and scavenged Vahki transport parts. Knichou skillfully began to increase the levitation power, turning the airship towards the Coliseum in order to catch up with Arkius and the Revenant. He kept the airship flying at a medium altitude - not high enough so that they wouldn’t lose sight of the ground, but not low enough that they might accidentally hit a building while Knichou was in the memory crystal. After half a minute or so of piloting, Knichou switched on the autopilot system and swiveled the captain's chair away from the dashboard to see the Toa of Stone duck slightly to fit through the door to the bridge, followed by some of the other passengers. "Well, we're at altitude and on course to the Coliseum. Ready to find out what was on Nuparu's memory crystal so we know what to prepare for when we get there, Stannis?" the Fe-Matoran asked, delicately pulling the memory crystal out of his amorphous nanite backpack. "I've never done this before, this will be interesting." Knichou looked into the distance for a short moment as if trying to remember something he'd forgotten to say. "Vashni -" Knichou turned to the Toa of psionics in the room. "- One quick request: if the ship catches on fire, starts falling, et cetera, try to enter my mind and let me know to wake up so I can stop us from all dying" Knichou didn’t even wait for a response, suspecting the psionics Toa would have either already been planning for such a disaster or reading his mind as he thought of the plan. He mainly wanted to put everyone else at ease given the only person who they knew could fly this ship was going to completely blind in case of an emergency. The only pilot shutting himself out from the outside world was not standard procedure, and some concern was justified. "Anyway, as I was saying... ready Stannis?" “I will be,” was the tired reply. “One moment.” Stannis sat on the floor near Knichou, crumpled up against the bulwark with an odd expression on his face. It registered differently to others, somewhat between confused and pensive, but in reality Stannis was tired. The wrinkles were hidden under his Kanohi Haonga, but his craggy face was creased with all too many memories to count. They had come and gone like dunes of the desert, myriad and unique and almost forgotten but for the grit they embedded in his armor and the scars they left behind. The Wanderer had lived many experiences. What, then, were the contents of that memory stone but another wrinkle on his face? He sighed, knowing what needed to be done, but wishing all the same that he didn’t have to do it. Not the crystal—the war. He was not even sure getting and sharing all the information he could would be enough to save Metru Nui, but he needed to try. Despite all that he had lost, he would not sacrifice his Faith away. Mata Nui had a plan for him; that was enough. After a moment of rest he was centered again, and his eyes regained their light as he looked back up to the expectant Ghost. “I am ready,” he said at last. It had only been a few seconds, but it may as well have been another eon in his mind. “Let us see what the great Engineer was thinking.” Knichou extended his arm towards Stannis, as if to help the ancient Toa get back on his feet. In his palm was the memory crystal, leaving a small but beautiful blue-tinted shadow out of the refracted light. The Toa took his hand and the pair closed their eyes, trying to isolate their senses to help focus on the crystal. The hum of the engines and the assorted sounds of the Taku's instruments was replaced by the muffled sounds of a busy street. The pair opened their eyes to find themselves somewhere else, surrounded by objects in a blurry, ethereal state. The entire world around them looked like a camera shifted out of focus, and trying to examine something closer was as if trying to recall details from a dream after one had awoken. In front of them was Nuparu, busily tinkering with a Vahki head in his workshop, dressed in a robe that had seen so many spills of grease, oil, and glue that it looked like a piece of abstract Ko-Metruan art. Wherever Nuparu looked, that part of the room would shift into focus with vivid detail. The more concentrated Nuparu was on something, the more detailed the memories of his vision would be, which is why even though a lot of the room was in the chief engineer's field of view, the most detailed parts Stannis and Knichou could see were the gears of the Vahki brain that Nuparu was adjusting. Knichou let go of Stannis's hand and stood upwards, intending to walk over to Nuparu, but he stopped himself when he noticed he wasn't wearing his adaptive armor anymore. Knichou was dressed in plain, lightweight robes that were a bland grey except for a bright blue 'N' emblazoned on the chest. Around his waist was a tool belt filled with equipment of various sizes, some that Stannis would recognize and others that looked to be made out of such complex electronics that Stannis wouldn't have a chance of understanding their function. Knichou's hands and Kakama were now blue instead of their signature purple, matching the symbol on his chest. Knichou was shocked at the unexpected costume change - he hadn't seen himself like this in centuries. The Fe-Matoran was going to look towards Stannis when he heard a knock at the workshop's door behind them, grabbing Knichou's attention. While Knichou's head was turned towards the doorway, Nuparu towards the door, passing through the former Nynrah Ghost's body as if Knichou was an actual ghost. Stannis, meanwhile, looked fifty thousand years younger, a paragon of sagacity and youth in bright brown and tan armor, clad lightly in a sleeveless and flowing tunic. His spears were not in use; in their stead he had a deadly looking halberd slung across his back and a nasty looking ceramic revolver at his hip. Having studied memory crystals a few times before he was used to this image of him: It was the reflection of a younger Stannis Maru, by then already a veteran toa and the leader of his team but perfectly balanced between youthfulness and experience. While in the present day his armor was mottled and ancient-looking back then it was shiny and modern, the epitome of what a toa-hero was imagined to look like at the time. He seemed proud and hale and not at all he was in real life. Once Knichou turned to look at him he would quickly realize this was the time of Stannis’ life he imagined himself to be his prime. The Wanderer looked around the memory in relative comfort. The world inside the memory crystal was constantly shifting, and as its creator’s focus shifted from one thing to the peripherals blurred, dimmed, and would vanish from view entirely until Nuparu looked back at them again. Behind Stannis was little more than a drab grey backdrop, much like the color of his eyes, but the world ahead was vivid with Nuparu’s excited and sharp brain’s curiosities. Time flowed differently in the stored universe as well, and like any other recording it could be slowed and paused to be studied more carefully frame by frame. Capable of storing vast amounts of information deposited by their creators, memory crystals functioned both as video diaries and repeatable virtual lessons, all depending on how the users wished. Stannis’ attention was taken by the rap at the door as well, and he moved—or more curiously simply was—by the door the next moment, looking down at Nuparu cry out “One moment!” as he wiped his greasy palms across his apron before reaching for the latch. Stannis's proficiency with traversal inside of the memory crystals was surprising, but not as surprising to Knichou as seeing a much younger Stannis. Knichou's eyes absorbed the details of the Toa's past form as Nuparu opened the door. The portal revealed a Ko-Matoran with an iStone who looked to have just disembarked the Vahki transport behind him. Two Vahki from his escort were carrying a large crate down off the transport. Knichou began to drift closer to the door, practically looking over Nuparu's shoulder. "Welcome to my workshop. May I help you?" the engineer asked, offering a handshake and a smile. The Ko-Matoran did not flinch, or even take his eyes off the iStone he was typing in, as he responded. "Chief Engineer Nuparu? I've got a package for you from Turaga Dume." "What is this? I don't know if it will fit in my -" "Sir, they aren't even telling me what it is. All I know is there's an iStone inside with relevant information, everything else is classified. Given that there's this level of secrecy, I suggest you find room before these Vahki make room in your workshop for you." The Ko-Matoran looked away from his screen for the first time - although that was only because he was pointing his iStone at Nuparu. "I'm going to need a signature to confirm this deliver-" The voice of the Ko-Matoran raised in pitch as time sped forward, with Stannis and Knichou preferring to fast-forward past the Vahki carefully putting the crate down on the workshop floor, only returning time to normal speed once Nuparu was finally beginning to open the crate. Inside were many more boxes of all proportions and sizes. Each box contained a part in various stages of disrepair. Some pieces were still covered in a thick layer of dust except for a few fingerprints, some were visibly singed, warped, or corroded. Others looked timeless, as if the wear and tear of the elements over eons wouldn't dare to scratch their surfaces. Several of the larger pieces had dirt and ash lodged in all sorts of nooks and crannies, looking fresh out of an excavation. It was impossible to tell if these parts were all discovered together or if they had just met for the first time. An hour later, all the pieces had been assembled on the floor of the workshop - organized by size, shape, and theorized function. This left a jumble of a more unique parts in one pile, and six incomplete sets of duplicate sections of the machine. Between all of those, Nuparu discovered that even if not all parts were there for these similar sections, between all six most if not all of the parts were present at least once, so replacements could easily be rebuilt. Nuparu's memory was already buzzing with theories, but now that it was all unpacked the Onu-Matoran finally began to read the message on the iStone inside the final box at the very bottom of the crate. Knichou and Stannis watched as Nuparu pressed a button on the device to play back the audio recording on it. Dume's voice filled the room. "The components in this shipment were recently uncovered on a small island near Artahka. They were found in an ancient temple ruin to the Great Spirits. Toa Tuyet is adamant the parts form a machine which will bring a permanent end to the war. Lhikan and Nidhiki are urging caution, as Tuyet's beliefs are founded in yet to be fully understood research. The first step in determining if this is truly what Tuyet thinks is reconstructing the machine. You have two weeks, ample time for our Chief Engineer." "If our engineers did this right, this iStone's battery will overcharge and fry this iStone about 10 seconds after this recording ends. Now how do I turn this thing off-" As the audio recording cut out, Nuparu quickly ran over to a trash bin to dump the iStone, which emitted a puff of smoke a few seconds afterwards. There was a harsh smell of burnt electronics in the air. Nuparu sighed, and walked over to a workshop cabinet. Pulling open the drawers, he eventually found what he was looking for - the memory crystal. Nuparu sat down on a stool, closed his eyes, and the world around Stannis and Knichou went dark. The duo stood silent in a void darker than the night sky, needing to say nothing as their minds were linked together, two separate minds interacting on multiple levels of consciousnesses simultaneously. After either a moment or an eternity passed, the world around them shimmered into existence as the next of Nuparu's memories began to play. The second memory revealed the shop in a new sort of disarray with most of the stuff oreviously seen on the floor squirreled away in other places or removed entirely for the experiment that had been delivered. Nuparu was visibly flustered, sitting on a chair in a corner and tapping a spanner against his knee while he stared off in deep thought. Me was seemingly only muttering nonsense but in reality he was thinking aloud to himself in technojargon that made sense to Knichou; only by extension of their shared mind link was Stannis able to understand what he was saying. The memory unfolded the image of the device at long last as the object of Nuparu’s intense frustration. It still looked incoherent, more a mess of parts than a real sum of them, both abstract and defined at the same time, as Nuparu’s understanding of certain pieces were better understood than others. Six prongs were visible, as well as a few other things like harnesses and bolts, but the majority of the device were still rendered poorly. Nuparu could be heard mumbling about the relic’s makeup, viability, and power sources, all speculations that lead to dead ends. The actual function of the device seemed to elude him, and beside him, on the floor, was a sprawling of papers. Some were attempts at blueprints, and scraps of multiple ones were cobbled together like puzzle pieces in an attempt to assemble something greater, while others were just lines and lines of scribbles and equations, and others still were complex diagrams. Had they been on the walls they could have been written off as obsessions of an insane man, but they clearly had a coherence to them. Nuparu was an engineer, but also an inventor, and he had been given a number of tools, objects, and materials with no instructions but an expectation to deliver upon. “What was Dume thinking?” he could be heard ranting, now pacing around the device that took up lion’s share of space in the shop, “giving me this pile of scrap and telling me to build a warstopper out of it. ‘Ample time for the chief engineer.’ Well, ample time my greased , I’m Nuparu of Metru Nui, not Artakha of Arta— … whatever. I’m an inventor, not a…” He stopped then, frozen in a realization. “So, I’ll invent.” The memory shifted again.
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    IC: Vashni - The Taku - .:Whenever you're ready then:. And that was the last thing Vashni would say on the matter, at least until Nale decided to bring it up again. IC: Skyra - Temple - Skyra felt like her breath was taken away as she entered the temple. What...what had they done? The shock of seeing the horrified expressions on the faces of each head was...well it was a bit too much for the young Toa. Skyra was used to seeing death by now, it was part of war after all. But this...this was something else entirely. This was a massacre, they probably never even fought back, just struck down without mercy. Their beliefs and way of life mocked and defaced by the League. It was unforgivable. Skyra's fists grew tight, while Rose had began to let out her rage quite openly, Skyra's was a much more silent kind of anger. A League Skadki tried to jump her as she slowly walked through the temple, but she cut him down with a katana faster than he could react. Her normal cheeriness was gone, all that was left was righteous anger. So she began to cut down League soldiers as she came across them, even as they began to attempt to retreat. There was nothing flashy about her attacks, they were just simple and clean movements, like she was a machine harvesting a crop. She suffocated a Vortixx and then cut them down when she finally saw Rose against a wall. It...it was hard to see her like that, especially when Skyra knew exactly how she was feeling at that moment. She approached Rose slowly, watching for any enemies, and when seeing none knelt down next to her. Skyra tried to speak, but her throat seemed to have failed her. It was then Skyra finally noticed that her face felt wet, she wiped it away with her hands. How long had she been crying? Not knowing what else to do, Skyra sat down against the wall next to Rose, feeling kind of numb. @Tarn
  33. 4 points
    IC: Kal - Temple Assault As Oreius was decked into the ground, Kal readied himself to swing his sword again, only to feel his knee buckle from the impact of Tekmo's hefty branch. Falling to his knee, Kal found himself all to late to avoid assaults from two different toa, an infernal torrent from Oreius, and a barrage of Cordak rockets from Skyra. The resulting impact created an earth-shattering fireball and explosion that obscured the entire area for a good minute, smoke and cinder trailing from the blast zone. Finally, as the smoke began to clear, the burning ground revealed that where the titan had stood moments before, there was now only fire... Until moments later, the ashes and fire shifted to reveal a charred form rising out of the crater in the ground, its charred black skin smoking. Then, what had at first looked like cinders began to spread out throughout the charred titan's skin, cracks in its mutilated form glowing crimson as his eyes opened once more, gazing forward at Oreius and Skyra. Two massive wings unfolded from behind him, stretching outward and up into the sky before everyone, the sheer wingspan dwarfing even the titan himself. As his eyes moved from his two most recent attackers, something dawned on him. All around him, despite the sheer ferocity with which he'd fought, the battle for the island had turned firmly into Metru-Nui's favor. To continue this fight would only lead to his own demise. With that realisation, Kal growled, his skin cracking apart with crimson energy shining through while red burning ash to fell off his form, his natural verdant green slowly retaking his form. "Enough. This battle is concluded, but the war is not over yet. Savour this victory, soldiers of Metru-Nui. It will be your last." With a mighty flap of his immense wings, Kal took to the skies, leaving the desolate battleground behind as he disappeared into the dark foreboding sky.
  34. 4 points
    Hi everyone, here's the breakdown for the Po-Metru Great Disc Puzzle Finding The Location: Some NPCs when asked will point players in the direction of the Sculpture Fields or The Wastes as locations they’d seen the Toa Mangai visiting in the past few months. A section of the Sculpture Fields has rings of graffiti with the tagged name “Lhii” in the colors of a rainbow. Going toward the center of the circle brings players to the first puzzle which involves a tall statue of Turaga Dume. First Puzzle: Turaga Dume’s statue is heavily graffitied. Some of the graffiti holds clues for what to do: On the staff is of the symbol on a Po-Metru kanoka. This is the decryption key. An arrow points towards the ruby-red glass prism set in the top of the staff. Turaga Dume’s statue is also pointing in a direction with his other arm. To solve the puzzle, players need to wait for the right time of day when the sunlight shines through the red glass, or they need to provide a form of illumination coming from the opposite direction the statue is pointing. The glass has a cipher written on it, which shows up in the red circular mark it leaves in the sands: “Srzhu fdq rqob uhdfk vr idu / Glj lwv judyh zkhuh lw hqgv.” Po-Metru is the third district, and adjusting the cipher back three letters in the alphabet reveals: “Power can only reach so far / Dig its grave where it ends.” The last part of the first puzzle is players realizing the red dot created by correctly illuminating the glass lies on the top of a large, buried, inverted pyramid. Second Puzzle: The main location for this puzzle involves the inverted pyramid. The pyramid is 100 matoran paces long on each side. The pyramid is missing its capstone, and an entry to the inside of the structure can be found there. The entry is a straight shaft to a central chamber approximately thirty feet cubed. The pyramid is not the most structurally sound sculpture in the fields. To solve this puzzle find the entrance and go inside. Pretty simple. Once inside the central chamber players are presented with the final puzzle. If the structure is cracked or broken, sand will fill it. This preserves the final puzzle for players who don’t give up. Third (Final) Puzzle: The interior chamber is completely covered on all the floor, walls, and ceiling surface area with strange hieroglyphics in a language unknown to any member of the party. These hieroglyphics are the same as others seen in complementary Great Disc Puzzles. Near one of the walls is a rectangular table with the following clues: Four circular depressions on top Four small statues of matoran with the words unity, duty, creation, and strategy. All statues have a circular base of similar size to the depressions on the table. A poem is written in four lines on the side of the table facing the players: "In all of the world Metru-Nui stands / Bringing minds and hearts together as one / A plan devised to defend against foreign lands / A single path never undone.” The correct order of statues from left to right is: creation, unity, strategy, and destiny. Completing the table puzzle opens the stone gateway built into it and reveals the resting place of the Great Disc of Po-Metru (339). ----- From Earlier Today ---- Holy tamales, we're at 35 pages of content! Since this game moves fast I thought it could be fun to reward the community with clues, trivia, or lore for the upcoming game. Also, the person who makes the first post on a new page gets a treat. However, I want your opinion on what those treats should be! Discuss in this topic if you want. The first winner of a treat is @Harvali who made page 35. Spoiler below:
  35. 4 points
    IC: Vhisola | Ga-Metru, Great Temple "Uh you mean stay alive?" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah I'll do my best. See you later then Okuo. And thanks." With that she strode off , leaving the Ta-Matoran hacker alone in the Great Temple gardens. IC: Nixie | Ga-Metru, Great Temple Nixie nodded and pointed to the table covered in notes while she also put the kettle on for tea. "Just the coordinates of three major constellations so far. I observed the Mangai cluster, as well as major points of the Virtues. They're all changed and jumbled when compared to last year's. It hasn't stuck out to me yet what's most important because, well," Nixie took a breath, "they keep changing. What have you seen?" IC: Dark Hunters Only A small icon on the devices used by Dark Hunters for dispatches and hits flashed a soft green. The progress bar on a recent update finished without much fanfare, just a new hit: kill Dume. IC: Turaga Dume | Coliseum "You will turn this broadcast off immediately!" Turaga Dume remembered yelling as the squad mother forgery revealed itself to be Nidhiki. The advisory council stood in shock behind him. Nidhiki escaped with the use of his new staff's powers, and now Turaga Dume felt the full brunt of his frustration and anger and paranoia. Never alone, he stalked through the hallways of the Coliseum in search of some outlet for his emotional weakness. He couldn't find any. He needed to cool off before addressing his people. A Turaga visibly not in control of themselves would lead to further panic. For what they were worth, the wide open halls and vaulted ceilings of solid silver protodermis provided a meditative space to collect his thoughts. His footsteps echoed paired with the rap-tap-tapping of his staff and the soft chanting of priests from down the hall. Eventually, he made a broadcast. This time he sat in the customary position of mourning. "Brave citizens of Metru-Nui, I am here. I see your determination in the face of chaos and terror and I am proud to call you my people. Ta-Metru will soon be in containment, and those who still linger beyond their destined time will be treated with dignity as they are laid to rest. I grieve as you grieve, and let us mourn together how little the League of Six truly value innocent lives. "Some days ago I began a search for the Great Discs of Metru-Nui. I offered those who wish to protect this city a chance to prove themselves. Well heroes in the making, your time has come. Bring the Great Discs. Become the heroes we need to continue to defend our shores. In the texts of faith, remember it says night is darkest before the dawn. I say we are close to dawn on a new age, an age of beauty and art and freedom from the tyranny and violence of the League menace. Be strong, hold to your faith. I am with you." Back in his personal chambers, Dume removed the mantle of his office, placed the necklace on its tray by the mirror, and stuck his glasses back on his mask. It felt good to see clearly again. "I know, I know," he grumbled to himself, waving away opposition from his reflection in the mirror. "You know you know," said a voice behind him. Ooc: mobile no format
  36. 4 points
    IC: Kal - Temple Assault Before anything or anyone had a chance to intervene, Kal grasped Thom by the throat... or rather, by the thing around his throat. In one swift motion, Kal grabbed the collar, and with all of his might, ripped it apart and away from Thom. Kal had encountered these collars before. They were used to coerce prisoners into fighting for a cause they didn't believe in, monitoring their heartbeat to ensure they couldn't just be removed. But they didn't count on Kal's speed and strength. Before the collar could even detect the lack of heartbeat, the collar was already split in twain and thrust away from Thom. Not even a second later the two halves of the collar were flying in two separate directions, away from Thom and Kal. A resounding explosion burnt and battered Kal's back, but his giant body shielded Thom from harm. "Now begone, craven. And when you're ready, find me on Zakaz." With that, Kal turned around and took out his sword again, grimacing and grunting as his gravity increased once again, his eyes spotting two toa charging directly at him. A flex of his bicep spurted out sickly blood and a couple of the thorns the plantlife toa had shot at him. In particular, Kal's eye was on the toa of plasma. IC: Ardoku - Temple Assault Ardoku paused for a moment as a resounding explosion went off in front of him, before the smoke cleared to reveal the skakdi unharmed, and the towering being turning to face him and his fellow toa. Ardoku grimaced, and resumed his charge, taking out his dagger. With a focused twitch of his eyes, Ardoku suddenly vanished into thin air... Only for Kal to disappear at that same moment. As the two of them seemed to swap places, Ardoku gasped in shock and confusion, turning around to see Kal standing next to the other toa. It was in the moment following that in which he could feel his sword arm fall off, a clean cut through the bicep having completely severed the limb from his body, with a complete through cut a third into his chest. Ardoku spit up blood and collapsed to his knees, clutching the bleeding stub and his chest wound. He could feel his lung collapsing. Meanwhile, Kal was now standing before Tekmo, a familiar scene playing out as he swung his sword down at the battered toa, smoke trailing off the titan's scorched back. As Oreius followed the action, he could now see the Titan's front side, and there on his chest he could see a glowing mark. A singular true weakness. The titan's heart. Strange that he could not see it from the back... @Dane @Toru Nui @Eyru
  37. 3 points
    OOC: Thanks Xemnas for helping to put the Kalmah, Brutaka, and Kohara section together! IC: Kalmah, Brutaka, Kohara | Coliseum Parade Grounds Kohara’s hailing Brutaka echoed over the throngs of matoran clustered together in crowds for safety. The matoran did not stampede into the Coliseum, instead following the vahki’s orders of waiting for their turn to ride the elevators into one of the three towers. The swelled around the Taku parked on the parade grounds. A few Le-Matoran pulled out graffiti paint, trying to leave their mark on the airship before continuing on. Some matoran stood by with their forge aprons still on, hammers tucked into their belt loops, and soot in the corners of their masks. Others carried bundles of personal items from home in their arms or books from work. An even more disturbing number carried nothing. Brutaka heard Kohara’s voice over the crowd. He turned toward the steps of the central tower to look for the toa of light, but a sudden explosion and a crescendo of frightened screams from near the Ta-Metru gate distracted him. For everyone standing in the parade grounds of the Coliseum, things went from bad to worse. Through the broken and smoking cinders of the Ta-Metru gate strode Kalmah with a few members of his army marching behind. They carried his banners high, and the fluttering crimson fabric cut deep into Brutaka’s heart. Axonn’s maxim returned to him, calming his inner flickerings of fear: the losing side is the one worth fighting for. Brutaka stood on the losing side, and he stood firm. Frightened citizens began running in the opposite direction, causing the panicked crowd around Brutaka to push past him. The crimson warlord ahead of his contingent spied the blue and gold titan standing over the crowd. Kalmah pointed his finger in Brutaka’s direction. “You! I’ve seen you before. At the council meeting. You are Brutaka aren’t you?” Brutaka glared menacingly at Kalmah. “What of it, Barraki? Have you finally crawled back to beg the Great Spirit for forgiveness?” The warlord laughed. “Hah! I came to hunt the best sport in this dull world. You, Brutaka, will make a fine warm up for the main event.” The frightened crowd began to thin between the Barraki and the titan. Brutaka, holding his signature rotating blades, took a ready stance. “So you say, but you’re not taking me or this city today, Kalmah. You want sport? I’ll give you sport.” With a piercing cry, Kalmah charged forward, chains in hand. Brutaka did the same, spinning his blades as he went. He swung in a strong downward cut, intending to cleave the warlord in two, but Kalmah activated his mask of invisibility and vanished. The blades cleaved through only the empty air. “You won’t fool me with your tricks. I spent the better half of yesterday cleaning Mantax’s filth off an island. I will clean you off Metru-Nui just the same.” Brutaka couldn’t see his opponent, he heard the rattling chains as Kalmah moved invisibly through the empty space formed by the panicking crowd. Brutaka swung his blades at every spot he heard sound from. Nothing. A chain suddenly appeared from behind the titan, wrapping itself around one end of Brutaka’s blades. Another chain did the same on the other end. Before Brutaka could react, Kalmah yanked the chains hard, pulling the sword directly out of Brutaka’s grasp and through his armored chest. The crowd screamed, drowning out the sickening crunch of the weapon betraying its master. The titan’s heartlight went dim as his corpse fell in two. Brutaka’s life stained the packed floor of the parade grounds. “That was always your problem, Brutaka: you spoke too soon and never listened to reason.” Kalmah stood over the body with a wicked smile. He bent down and removed Brutaka’s Great Olmak from his face, wiping away the silver liquid from the inside. He surveyed the remaining crowd, held the mask up over his head, and shouted; “Metru Nui! If this is the best your city has to offer I am not impressed.” Still smiling, he placed the Olmak over his own face. The gold with blue highlights of the mask slowly turned to the same crimson as the rest of Kalmah’s armor. Kalmah announced his next challenge with a bellow; “Zataka, impress me!” IC: Tuyet Mangai | Dume’s Mirror The glass shattered behind Tuyet as the mirror crumbled to Zataka’s backhand. The toa of water appreciated Zataka’s strategy. While the Southern warlord lost her chance to control the situation, it sealed the Dark Hunter in with four toa, several matoran, and no avenue for escape except wherever the current of the underground river might lead. After listening to the conversation in the office, Tuyet knew as long as Knichou stayed alive the machine could be repaired. He’d seen whatever plans Nuparu used, and better yet still had the knowledge crystal somewhere for others to learn too. If we have the time for it. She couldn’t help but smile grimly at the thought of needing time to fix the very machine necessary to go back in time to fix the fate of the matoran. Her mind returned just as quickly to what she could control: the waves rising from the river and the Dark Hunter’s escape. She continued to work the waters surging into the cavern from the side behind her, knowing it would dwindle the river ahead. Tuyet needed to carefully time when to funnel the water back in, or risk breaking the wall down like the wall of a dam under too much pressure. Tentacles of water formed on the tips of the waves, grasping at Sidra, trying to pull her down and drown her. Tuyet tried to quickly think of her next plan while she waved her arms and lowered her stance to control the ever rising waves. She knew where the Dark Hunter could go from the top of the machine: into the river or leaping to the catwalk. The river told Tuyet it continued out of the cavern underground for miles in a raging torrent before reaching the sea. It would only be stronger when she let the river return to its natural course. It seemed unlikely the Dark Hunter would submit herself to the unknown darkness of the river. Orange-armored miniature matoran were filling the catwalk though, trying to clamber up via the ladders and scaffolding along the walls of the cavern. She gratefully appreciated their help, but also knew their tactical intellect peaked with swarming someone and throwing whatever they could lift and nothing more. Then, Tuyet remembered, the Dark Hunter used some power of teleportation to enter the cavernous workshop. She could use it to leave. The mask Sidra wore didn’t look like a kualsi or a kakama. Tuyet never saw such a mask, but she did see her enemy step out from the shadows. Whatever its ability, it allowed for nearly immediate travel across a decent distance. Tuyet didn’t like that thought. “She can teleport! Try and track her movements and watch behind you. Disks by the wall, Firespitter,” Tuyet shouted to Okuo. Sure enough a crate of low powered disks helpful for repairing and tinkering could be found stashed out of harm’s way under the scaffolding. That left Atamai and Knichou. Atamai’s power did something similar to whatever the Dark Hunter wore, but it could do so much more if given time and study. Tuyet honestly felt a pang of gratitude for Atamai being new at the job of toa: she’d hate to know what decades of war turned his prayers into when calling upon his mask. Maybe they could use Atamai’s powers to teleport the Dark Hunter away, making her irrelevant? But could she teleport back like Atama? Tuyet couldn’t know the answer, so she settled for straight up killing the chaotic swordswoman. She knew Knichou used the powers of iron, but how well could only be found out as the fight continued. Tuyet didn’t want the fight to continue. Tuyet wanted quick, killed, and moving on with the plan to save the world. Could the new toa handle the bloody taste of war? She noticed the rapid blur of red and white in the periphery, and witnessed Knichou speaking to Atamai in a hushed voice. She couldn’t hear it over the waves and was confident no one else could. Their secrets were safe, though Tuyet didn’t like them planning something so openly obscured. She knew they didn’t trust her, not yet: seeing a woman you thought dead in a magic mirror after their turaga got murdered before them and immediately assuming her intentions aligned seemed like a stretch even to her. Trust needed to be earned, and Tuyet respected that. She didn’t trust them either. Over the rushing waves Tuyet shouted; “Ghosty, spill it: can you or can you not do more than change a hammer? We gotta keep her off the machine.” IC: Takadox | Po-Metru Takdox waited patiently for Leonn to cross the halfway point between the two toa and their small contingent and him and the remnants of Carapar’s army. He knew of plenty of times the hostage died before making the far end. It always happened after the halfway point. Today though… Today would be different then the times he’d released hostages. No, today Leonn would make it fully across the line and they would disappear as soon as Takadox could grab his man’s hand. They’d go wherever Takadox could see. Maybe a hill, then a boat, then a cloud, then another cloud as they fell, then possibly to a pair of reclining chairs at a tropical resort somewhere in League territory. Screw the League. IC: Pridak | Ko-Metru The arrival of more toa and a very large blue man who could only be a deranged turaga made Pridak reconsider his plans of crushing the traveling imbecile who buzzed about him without regard for his own safety. He swatted the attack against his shoulder armaments aside, knowing full well the traveler would just appear somewhere immediately near again. Pridak for one of the first time’s in his life wished he had a kanoka disk of a freezing. It’d do the traveler plenty of good to chill out for a bit. He knew his armies could hold the toa, at least for now. “Varxi, attack the turaga,” Pridak commanded. He knew she hid somewhere nearby. No doubt she thought herself a hero, planned an attack against him. Well, Pridak knew her place: below his heel and under his command. When he took her island home he made sure the toa of lightning understood she knew her role in the world. IC: Dume | Cortex Memories “You say you were tracking someone, but you’re the only stranger I’ve seen today. Must have lost them in the,” Dume paused for a moment trying to really visualize the next two words, two words he never thought would ever leave his mouth together, “meat maze. You said they had an object. Now, I’ve seen some strange objects, and toa, in my time as a smith. Would this object be able to create illusions? Wait, no, that would mean I’m not real. And that doesn’t make much sense since I am.” Dume laughed and slapped his knee. “You sure you didn’t magically shipwreck on the island last night and then eat something in the jungle this morning?” IC: Mantax | Onu-Metru, Archives Mantax grunted as Arkius’ boots connected with his head. The toa of earth’s acrobatic stunt nearly off-balanced the barraki, but Mantax held firm and threw a knee into the trajectory of the toa’s fall as he dismounted the warlord’s arm. He hoped to catch Arkius off guard, get him off balance, then follow up by pinning him to the floor with his hands. Getting the toa on the floor pressed against his own element would make the fight end quicker. Mantax could just crush the skull with a well placed kick, or here could grab both ends and tear down the middle. Mantax knew many moves for ending a duel honorably. He only hoped Arkius could leave a scar for old time’s sake. IC: Grell | Onu-Metru Archives With the flames bursting on the slick and now oiled floor, Grell slid underneath the kanoka disk Kilo-M9 threw to behind one of the shattered and empty display cases. The new blades the toaster carried would be dangerous if she got close. She realized now the machine basically resembled a kofu-jaga. She’d dealt with those before. Grell had this in the bag. She made sure the silver zamor properly sat in the launcher from her crouched position, then popped up quickly to fire it off at her foe. Inside the zamor buzzed several dozen lightning bugs, their crackling electricity making the outside of the sac glitter like a glow lamp.
  38. 3 points
    Just made this little guy. It’s based on one of those early Bohrok pictures, the one where it shows the Matoran, Turaga and Toa on the top and the Bohrok forms on the bottom.
  39. 3 points
    And because of time differences y’all will just have alternating shifts. Excellent.
  40. 3 points
    IC: Sidra – Outside Coliseum Dume started to move behind his desk, reaching into a drawer to retrieve something. Got you. Sidra powered up her mask, preparing to make her move… and then she faltered, fear getting the better of her. There were too many of them. Turaga and Toa and Titans, and Dume was about to make even more. She couldn’t fight them all. She doubted there was a Dark Hunter alive who could take on that many enemies at once. This was too much for her, too much for… No! She couldn’t wait. The longer she waited, the greater the chance that someone else would interfere, or Dume would move where no one could reach him. It had to be done. It had to be now. Hesitation was for those who could afford to wait. Hesitation was for the weak. Lariska had taught her that. Life had taught her that. ______________________________________________________________________ Odina (Long Ago) Lariska and Sidra danced across the arena, slivers of silver darting deftly between them as the two Dark Hunters exchanged blows. Sand crunched and shifted, miniscule plumes flicking into the air as their rapid footwork churned the surface. Sparks sputtered as their chipped training blades glanced off one another, again and again. Sidra could tell her mentor was holding back, all but toying with her. She’d seen Lariska take down opponents in seconds, toppling all manner of far stronger, more powerful beings with impassive, effortless ease. That was what Sidra knew she needed to become to survive here. She swung her sword horizontally towards Lariska’s waist, only for the Dark Hunter to trap the blade between her two daggers, and bring her foot up to kick Sidra on her exposed side. Sidra staggered sideways, making a sound somewhere between a cough and a wince. Despite her pain, she yanked her blade back and brought it around for a clumsy overhead strike, which Lariska sidestepped, before whipping the flat of her dagger down atop Sidra’s hands as she brought her sword down. The sudden contact of cold steel on her fingers provoked an instinctive reaction from Sidra, who yelped in pain and dropped her blade. And then the dagger was at her throat, and the fight was over. “You’re holding back,” Lariska scolded, “Don’t.” “Hey, I don’t want to actually hurt you!” Sidra protested. “You won’t,” Lariska replied, grinning like a Takea, “That compassion… you need to let it go. It’s only going to hold you back. The other Hunters here won’t afford you that same courtesy. Your targets definitely won’t.” She hooked her foot under the fallen sword and flicked it up into the air, forcing Sidra to awkwardly grab it, almost cutting her fingers in the process. And then Lariska was on the offensive again, daggers slashing. A panicked parry and rushed riposte bought Sidra a second’s reprieve, and she backed away, trying to decide on her next move. “Even in training, you need to fight to kill, and expect the same from your opponent,” Lariska said, slowly circling around Sidra, moving with a kind of predatory playfulness. “Hunters are competitive. They hold grudges. Some of them are just plain sadistic. Plenty of recruits have met their death in ‘accidents’ in training or on missions.” For a moment, an earnest tone slipped into Lariska’s voice. “Don’t become another statistic.” In that moment, it was like a switch had flipped in Lariska. Her gaze turned cold. Her stance steadied. She pounced, her dagger spearing towards Sidra’s throat. Sidra dropped her sword and seized the wrist holding the dagger with both hands, stopping it just short of drawing blood. Lariska’s eyes narrowed, and her second dagger darted between Sidra’s arms, narrowly gashing both of her wrists and nicking her neck as Sidra twisted away, being forced to release Lariska’s wrist as she did. The daggers came for her again, and this time Sidra ducked into a forward roll, snatching up her fallen sword as she scrambled upright. She slashed wildly as Lariska, who parried the strike with one of her daggers, then retaliated with the other. Sidra sidestepped, and slashed again, this time turning her wrist at the last moment to cause her blade to slice across the back of Lariska’s hand as she tried to block the blow with her dagger. Lariska cursed as she lost her grip on the weapon, taking a backwards step of her own as Sidra pressed her newfound advantage. She brought her blade in for another overhead swing, and this time Lariska brought up her other arm – her mechanical one – and allowed the blow to connect. Metal crunched, Sidra winced, and Lariska smiled. She released the dagger she was holding in her mechanical hand, caught it with her other one and placed it firmly at Sidra’s throat. “That was better,” she said, “Not great, but better.” “Wh- why?” Sidra stammered, half-expecting Lariska to finish her off then and there. “Why did I let you hit me?” Lariska stepped back, dislodging the sword from her arm, “Because it made you get close. It put you where I wanted you to be. I knew if I let you get that hit in, I would win.” She picked up her dropped dagger, moving to place the pair on the rack of training weapons, while Sidra did the same with her sword. “There are many beings in this universe who are bigger than you, stronger than you, have powers beyond what you could hope to match,” Lariska said, “I have no powers of my own, but I’m one of the most feared beings here. Power on its own means nothing. What matters is what you can do with what you have.” She inspected the relatively superficial damage to her mechanical arm. “There’s no such thing as a fair fight. But with the right strategy, even the most unbalanced of battles can tip in your favour. Sometimes you won’t have to fight at all. Sometimes you need to be willing to suffer or sacrifice to get what you want.” “Is that what happened to your arm?” “Oh no, that’s a very different lesson, for another day,” Lariska chuckled, “All I’ll say is that there are worst fates than failure. Keep that in mind when you’re out on the job.” ______________________________________________________________________ Coliseum (Present) Failure wasn’t an option. She didn’t have to fight all of them. She just had to cut the head off the Doom Viper. She glanced at her iStone screen. Her nektann’s footage revealed that Dume was in front of the desk again, transforming yet more of the Matoran. All of their focus was on him. Now was her moment. She sheathed her sword and drew her rhotuka launcher, before activating her mask and stepping into shadow. She walked through blackness, her every step seeming to carry her higher even though the ground felt level. As she drew near to the window of light that signalled the end of her journey, she charged up her launcher, her rhotuka spiralling into life, eager to be released. And then the Dark Huntress Skirmisher sprang forth from the one static shadow in the office – that of Dume’s desk – and before she had even fully emerged, she loosed her razored rhotuka at the Turaga’s exposed back. Got you.
  41. 3 points
    IC: Raz - Coliseum "Nice and easy." Raz remarked as he strolled up to the level on which Dume's office was located. He knew not to get too close, all kinds of psionic things could be present there that would alert him to their presence. "This is the level, and Dume's office is further that-a-way." Raz said, pointing the way across the building's surface. "There's even more people now in the room with him though, so we'll need to wait until that blows over before we make our move." @Nato the Traveler IC: Aradra - Coliseum "I suppose now we await the Turaga's plan, whatever that may be." The Toa of Light replied, her gaze moving from her fellow Toa to the Turaga of Fire, on whose shoulders she knew the fate of the city now rested. @Eyru IC: Okuo - Coliseum Okuo was now deep in thought. The prospect of time travel was exciting to be sure, but the implications of it were immense, not to mention the unknown logistics of the whole thing. One constant in the fiction he'd consumed was that time travel had no real constant. It came in many different varieties, the rules were ever changing, and one could almost always expect a knock on the door by an employee from Migraine-Metru. Sometimes time was malleable, a single continuous stream of time that could be redirected, though alterations in such a system always carried a high risk of damaging the time traveller, if not outright erasing them from existence. Alternatively, time was fixed, any time travel could only result in something which had already occurred, resulting in something he knew as a stable time loop. The third option was much more flexible, a system where travelling to the past did not change one's own timeline, but instead created a new one where one's own past wasn't altered as the future changed. Of the three, the last one probably the easiest to wrap one's head around, though the first one was possibly also desirable despite the risks. What Okuo feared, how ever, was that they were living in the second system, where time travel couldn't change the past, rendering any mission to set right what once went wrong moot. The only use of time travel in such a scenario would be to retrieve a mythical item lost in the far past, though even then it was likely the very act of retrieving it that caused it to be lost in the first place... All of these time travel musings were starting to make Okuo dizzy. He quickly caught himself before his mind spiralled down that rabbit hole any further, looking up at the Turaga of Metru-Nui with an uncertain expression on his face. "Turaga Dume, I have concerns about your plan. @Unreliable Narrator
  42. 3 points
    You had me actually rolling on the floor with Kuno Fursic. Congratulations on page 46, @Unreliable Narrator. Oh Wait, it me! Congratulations on page 47, @Unreliable Narrator. Oh wait, it me! Congratulations on page 48, @Toru Nui! Toru asked if what Nuju was saying was the truth... Congratulations on Page 49 to @Tarn. Tarn asked to know something about Turaga Dume regarding SKE2.
  43. 3 points
    I've never heard anything to this effect myself. The early Boneheads protos are kind of all over the place and its hard to get a grasp of how many of them they were thinking of producing, but once things were focused down we only see evidence of six. The RoboRiders set a precedent for a collection of six as well.
  44. 3 points
    IC: Reliable Narrator | Ga-Metru: A bright light forced everyone except Kohara to blink as the teleportation disc hit its mark. The giant squid vanished. An uncomfortable silence fell over the ragtag group. Then the oddest sound heard by Taja first of something falling through the air. Then they saw it: a giant squid in the sky falling towards the horizon line. The splash created ripples which nearly capsized the boat. Once the waters calmed again, Nixie looked at Taja with an expression of absolute shock in the actions of her friend. She was both stunned and warmed at the thought of Taja acting quickly to save everyone’s life. “Um,” Nixie said, “How strong was that disc?” Vhisola nodded from Okuo to Kohara. "I dunno if I want to bring it up... I've seen my share of new and weird today." Turning around to Thom Vhisola asked, "okay so you're out of gas. Do you have oars?" IC: Vahki | Metru-Nui Anyone interacting with the vahki suddenly experienced a very strange reaction from the clockwork enforcers. First, the optical sensors of each unit changed to a dull purple color. Next, they transformed into their quadrupedal forms and began broadcasting a unified message: “The City of Metru-Nui is now in lockdown. The City is now in lockdown. Attempts on Turaga Dume have been made. The City is now in lockdown. You will be searched. You are safe. Do not resist.” Doors in the Coliseum slammed closed, hallways cordoned, access control disabled except for vahki and upper political clearance. Down in the prisons of the Coliseum, vahki were released into the cell blocks to quell potential insurrection. Across the metrus the vahki were released from their charging hives en masse. Only the minimum needed to maintain the collective hive consciousness remained in their charging ports. One of the collective identities of the vahki returned to the Boss matoran in the memory shard simulacrum of the hives. His feet padded silently across upward trending graphs of stress in the city. “We are beginning the lockdown Boss,” the Nuurakh said, “neighborhoods are patrolled, matoran are being cleared by our units, but we only have so many of us left after the terrorist attack.” “Maintain minimal qualifiers, check the homes nearest to potential issues first.” The Boss replied. The Nuurakh disappeared from the collective plane after receiving their new orders. IC: Brutaka | Silver Sea Island “We’ll leave a detachment of our forces here to secure the temple and the island at large. I’m most interested in having our radio technicians gain a key foothold in the communications war with the relays we have,” Brutaka explained to Ardoku and Tekmo as they questioned their orders. “For now, pack your things and get on the airship. Turaga Dume sent word: things are going poorly at home. The league has been able to infiltrate key objectives in Le-Metru and Ta-Metru.” He paused, eyes darkening, then continued; “and they also have been experiencing the rising dead.” IC: Carapar | Barraki Fortress When Mazor climbed the steps into the fortress he found himself directed to the throne room on the upper floors. By the time he’d reached the main doors leading into the throne rooms his breath came in ragged gasps. Two matoran, free workers who’d given up their old religion in the face of death at the hands of victorious conquerors, pushed the doors open. Inside Mazor saw the resplendent treasures of Pridak’s conquests, as well as the banners of fallen islands turned into the rug running from the doorway to the ample sofa used by Barraki Pridak as his throne. Kalmah, Carapar, a fidgety Takadox, Ehlek, and Mantax stood on either side of the white and red warlord. “Welcome Mazor.” Carapar’s voice boomed through the throne room. “On this mission I instructed you to pursue, you found something many of this League struggled to discover: the Krom Sphere. Please demonstrate the powers of the Krom Sphere for our friend Barraki Takadox. He is unsure if what you have is genuine.” “He’s not the only one who wants confirmation,” rumbled the bassy voice of Mantax. “Demonstrate.”
  45. 3 points
    IC: Nale Vella - The Taku She looked around the room, then to Vashni. Nale knew that the more people who knew about her secret, the more likely it would come to light, and at the moment she didn't want that. It was like she told Knichou: there was so much already going on, and she didn't want to add to that. No, I...I'm sorry. I can't talk about it. I... Vashni was another Toa, she'd probably understand Nale's problems better than a Matoran could. And it wasn't like she didn't trust the Ce-Toa, she seemed like a kind person if her concern was any indication. It just wasn't the right time. ...we can discuss this later. @Snelly IC: Rose - Temple Assault The Ta-Toa burst into the temple, and for a brief moment was able to take in the details of what was once a holy place, now inverted and evil. The statues heads had been removed and replaced with the heads of dead Matoran, expressions of horror frozen on their faces and dead eyes staring back at her; the temple's Suva was beyond repair, reduced to rubble that only somewhat resembled its original form. The sight of such...heresy enraged her, and her blue eyes were like small flames in the eyeholes of her Hau as she unleashed the cleansing fire of her flamethrower on the nearest group of League soldiers. Screaming filled the ruins, both from the heretics dying slow, painful deaths and from the Ta-Toa killing them in anger. She forgot anyone else was there. Rose was entirely swept up in her emotion, filled with hatred. She was sure at some point she might have gone hand-to-hand with one of the members of Mantax's species, but everything was becoming hazy the more she fought and killed. In her mind she saw images flash of her home...what they had done to her home...the bodies--oh god, the bodies. Her family...everyone gone... She rampaged through the ruins until, as if someone had flipped a switch, she awoke to herself bashing a League soldier's head in with her riot shield. The Ta-Toa backed away from the body, into a wall, and slumped to the floor with her head in her hands. Not every victory felt like one.
  46. 3 points
    OOC: mobile IC: Rose - Temple Assault The Ta-Toa realized she was now in the air, held by Kal, and before she could yell a warning to Skyra she was sent flying towards the Toa of Air, swearing all the way. IC: Nale Vella and Jutori - Po-Metru Jutori hadn't noticed the undead Hunter prior and was certainly shaken by the sight, but Stannis and Arkius reminded them all that Dume was in danger and that they needed to get to the Coliseum urgently. He turned to the members of his own group. "I suppose we're going with them?" *** Nale was disturbed greatly by the titan's state of undeath, and had been frozen in place until she noticed something down below. She patted Knichou on the shoulder and pointed towards Atamai and the others. "Look--they have the disk!"
  47. 3 points
    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.
  48. 3 points
    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.
  49. 3 points
    By popular demand ^^ Name: Zataka Species: Brutaka’s species Faction: Metru-Nui Appearance: Very tall and athletic build, that comes with being part of her species. While appearing almost black in color at first, her skin is in fact iridescent - as is her armor, which is cut in sharp, flowing lines that match her physique. The protection of the armor is combined with functional clothing appropriate for someone living in Metru Nui. (rain coat, storage pouches, carrier straps etc.) Background/Occupation: Hailing from the southern isles, Zataka was a warlord in her own right before the league and hunters began their current campaigns. And to her that means one thing: competition. And since all eyes are on Metru Nui right now, she has traveled to the island city, begrudgingly allying herself with its defenders - to become the warlord that triumphed over the other warlords, so that she may see her position solidified in a grateful universe. Flaws: Power hungry, and overconfident in her own abilities, leading to being a bit of a lone wolf that has a hard time accepting help, even when it might be wiser to do so. Powers: Enormous physical strength. Capable of raw energy blasts, stasis field dissipation. Shadow - insofar as cloaking herself or an area in absolute darkness; but can’t physically harm with this ability. This skill is not natural, but was acquired by a chance encounter with a strange substance (antidermis) during a previous adventure. It surprisingly interacted with her physiology, unlocking the ability in the process. She wears a Kanohi Suletu, used for communication, mentally transmitting her thoughts to others or disrupting their concentration. Her personal armaments include a Falchion matching her style and size; and a standard Kordak blaster for long range engagements.
  50. 3 points
    New Faction: Untethered Happy Leap Year! Today is the perfect day to unveil something weird that’s been sinking its hooks into the game for the past few weeks. A strange force began working on the world since the crew of The Ripple discovered the strange puzzle cube in the grotto far to the South of Destral. So far, Mazor and Skorm have experienced strange dreams or feelings of another being in their consciousness. Across the known world, the recently deceased have been rising. NPCs are strange zombies, chasing those who live to consume their sparks of destiny. For this faction individual destiny does not exist. There is only the destiny of the whole, the larger fate of the emergent entity seeking awaken the Dead God. However, PCs are coming back as Revenants! While the red ring on the horizon lasts, players whose character die can revive them as a Revenant (see below). Players can always choose to let the PC return as a mindless zombie instead. If the red ring on the horizon disappears that means open enrollment in the Untethered is over. Other ways will need to be found for characters seeking to forfeit their individuality. Power Changes* Upon Revival: When your character died an element may have been involved in the process. This is their new element. This forms the core of their spirit, carried in their torso, and if put out the Revenant no longer is bound to their physical form and ceases to exist. The spirit core is where a Revenant experiences their senses and concept of self. All Revenants can feel the spirit cores of other Revenants on the same plane. Revenants cannot use kanohi, lacking the mental acuity and focus. Revenants are part of a larger whole. The larger whole maintains their shape and powers. They cannot sleep or dream, instead resting by offering their consciousness to the Dead God. Revenants seek to awaken the Dead God. They are drawn to the Coliseum in the City Of Legends, sensing the way to awaken the Dead God within its tower. When requiring aid, a Revenant can release an aberrant cry. All active Revenants may teleport to the crying Revenant. Healing powers do not affect Revenant characters. Revenants do not remember their individual past lives. Instead, their memories blend with other Revenants. Each new Revenant adds to the concept of past self. 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. _________________________ *GM Note: please understand these in-game powers are in beta. This means if things get out of hand from a mechanical or power level standpoint I will consider rolling some things back. Play creative and play fair. <3 **Stretch Goal unlocked on 3/3/2020
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