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IC Phogen: "If that may be, then I bid you good day. Let me know when you might need my services." He bowed respectfully and turned off into the library, going to see what beings haunted these hallowed and valuable shelves. OOC: Phogen is open for interaction.

IC Phogen: "Oh, my bold actions are coming, my dear. They simply need time to ferment. In the meantime, I am at your service if something needs to be done." Phogen's reply was both eloquent and concise, his confidence and crisp words parrying the potential blow to his ego. "After all, I am as much your employee as your employer, and more than willing to back up my claims."

IC Phogen: "Ah, but reliability and utility can be two very different things." The smirk morphs into a sickening grin. "I have found that even the most ignored and loathed can prove to be excellent cogs in whatever machine I need to create, especially those with unusual shapes and mismatched teeth."

IC Phogen: "An admirable quality. So, tell me, friend, who else do you believe would be interested in such an organization?"

IC Hirsch: The doors to the meeting room where Iniki and Arkie sat opened with a hiss. Vofosu and a fourth member, a matoran of gravity who carried himself with far too much of a hunch to be a soldier and far too much of a smile to be properly experiencing the war walked in. The matoran sniffled the air for a moment before bounding into a chair at the table. "Hello there!" It was a bit odd to the other matoran in the room to see such a reminder of what once was of her kin. A smiling, happy, almost cartoonishly endearing villager who was more than happy to give a friendly snack or a helpful set of directions to the local toa. The way he politely folded his hands on his lap and kicked his legs idly made it all the more so, a reminder of how blissfully ignorant and powerless they once were.

IC Phogen: Looking over to Sliver, he noted "Quite a sociable sort, isn't he?" The smirk was as brilliant as it was charming.

IC Phogen: The response was cool, and collected. "My father doesn't acknowledge my comparatively insignificant existence and sent me to be dissected alive by a retired god for the next ten thousand years. So from where I'm standing, spoiling seems a bit out of the question."

IC Phogen: "My friend, you speak the answer with your question. Ambition, guile, an affinity for planning down to the last meticulous detail for the tiniest possible contingency, a capacity for fooling other in ways that makes others love to be fooled... Why, I would think the answer would be obvious, but since charity is in my nature I shall provide a hint: I am the only intelligent rahkshi from him." Phogen's voice was hypnotic, smooth and wonderful, sending pleasant shivers down their spine. The chuckle she gave following sent a very different kind of shiver.

IC Phogen: "I offer you an advantage over your foes. Think of it as pooling our collective resources, rather than some sort of unprofessional bodyguard arrangement. I'm sure you have enemies, and that facing them down with a level four sonic rahkshi at your side would be preferable to meeting them alone. Besides..." The derahk grins. "...what do you have to lose by the arrangement? I'm offering my services for nothing more than reciprocity, erring generously, of course, in your favor."

IC Phogen: "The pleasure is all mine." Indeed, it was. These two showed promise. "Say, I have been gone for awhile, and my old gang of allies and comrades seems to have dissipated. Perhaps you two would be interested in a sort of... Lets say, association? For the purposes of mutual protection, teamwork during and not during assignments, that sort of thing."

IC Hirsch: The door to the shatterdome mission in Xia control slid open with a pneumatic hiss. Hirsch suddenly felt very out of place. Vofosu has run off far ahead of him and was now leaning over her console, looking appropriate, considering the circumstances. All around the room, matoran and vortixx sat in quiet shell-shock. Hirsch got the sense that, while they had not lost today, that they were losing. The line had been drawn, and it had been held, but it could buckle no farther. The glimmering city was now scarred, not dead, not yet dying, but scarred and injured. Like the Kaiju fleeing on the oversized monitor above, Xia and her defenders would have to slink back to lick their wounds, hoping to heal them before the next onslaught. And were they not healed in time, even more of the city would be eroded away. Hirch, probably for the first time since waking up, realized exactly what sort of hope escape presented. What hope he carried with him. Here, there was a slow death. But outside, there was good land far from where the Kaiju would bother to travel. A place for beings to exist outside of a decomposing husk. The matoran followed the commander inside, and stood behind her, his small form standing out against the glow of screens and displays from around the command center.

IC Phogen: "Phogen." The rahk said simply, extending a hand to Sliver, with intent to hand it to Grim next.

IC Phogen: "Both of you, of course." The grin is warm and inviting, letting the two know the derahk is very pleased. He also carries himself with great confidence and class. "I'm now acutely aware I forgot to ask you something vitally important back in Nynrah. Might I have your names?"

IC Phogen: Ah, to have power. Ah, to have that which satisfies all cravings and transcends the concrete. Ah, that which ends arguments and starts them in equal measure. Ah, the elixir of politicians and hidden gift of the masses. Ah, that which, like battle and other intoxicants of darkness, creates and destroys in equal measure. How close-minded must Toa be to shun this and limit themselves to police duty and reactionary action? No doubt the Brotherhood would not be so limiting and nearsighted with their population of elementally charged beings. Phogen was awaiting that day with baited breath. Now all that must be done is a continued acquirement of power to garner a command. Oh, now that was an intoxicating thought. Commander Phogen, leader of a battalion of the finest troops in the universe. And outside of it, eventually. A standard at her command. Conquest of not just the world, but the conquest of every world. Ah, to have a tempered assessment of the facts and a healthy amount of that Toa nearsightedness. One victory at a time, Phogen. First up, a rebuilding of the power base. After all, she could never accomplish a vision as grand as hers without associates and allies. He smiled warmly and approached the two that helped him in the field of battle, whose bond was forged by war. He walked up next to Sliver and Grim, and nodded winsomely to them both. "Ah, just the rahkshi I wanted to see."

IC Phogen: The derahk let out a low whistle, appreciating the view. It had been an excellent evening overall. He reached into the box of rounds and pulled out one on the Lightning Discharge rounds. He said "I have an idea. Aim for the power substation." He twirled the round in his hand, leaning on his staff.