Jump to content

Keeper of Kraata

Members
  • Content Count

    1,912
  • Joined

  • Last visited

  • Days Won

    3

3 Followers

About Keeper of Kraata

Year 13
  • Rank
    Ice Warrior
  • Birthday 10/13/1993

Profile Information

  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    Texas
  • Interests
    I do stuff! I like writing. Used to write a lot when I was a kid posting stuff here. And now I'm trying to write professionally (Among other things). Currently studying to become a teacher.

Contact Methods

  • Skype
    ninjaxenomorph

Recent Profile Visitors

1,791 profile views
  1. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) "Alright," Skorm shouted, "Ground is looking awful close. Anybody who can't turn into living shadow, grab your chute and jump now." He punctuated this by blowing out another window with a shadow blast, allowing the roaring wind outside to underline the importance of his statement Putting one foot on the console ready to jump, he looked at the others; his feeling right now were... complicated. Seeing one of his old comrades again, had been just like the old days. Except this time, he wasn't blind to the hatred he had supported, that he had killed for. He wanted to be off this ship. Off this ship and to watch it plunge into the ground, so he could bury the memories it dredged up. OOC: @Toru Nui, @The UltimoScorp, @Tarn, @Conway, @TL01 NUVA
  2. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) It warmed Skorm's heart to see Irna and Kei again after confronting a remnant of Skorm's past. "I don't think there's anyone else on board except Vahki. If we're going to bail, we should do it now." Skorm retracted his wristblades and made his way to Ostrox, extending both hands. One was palm up as if he expected Ostrox to hand him something, the other was palm forward, ready to blast him. "Sword and kanohi, or I ensure your chute suffers an unfortunate malfunction on the way down." OOC: @Toru Nui, @The UltimoScorp, @Tarn, @Conway, @TL01 NUVA
  3. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) "I reject your notions of a binary universe, Ostrox." Skorm leveled his hand at the Leaguer, charging it with light energy. "I didn't 'switch sides,' I woke up and started fighting for what I wanted. And I know I'm not the only one; you can always take another option." Skorm pivoted, and shot the remaining Vahki at the controls with a laser. OOC: @Toru Nui
  4. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) The world Skorm saw when he was a shadow was one of contrasting negatives. The lightstones he had drained were already starting to return to their full brightness; Skorm had a limited window to hide. Though he barely heard Ostrox and the Vahki first officer, he recognized the staves the Vahki held: Presence... it could track him, read his very mind. Effectively, it nullified most advantage he could claim in this fight, and it knew it; back in the League, he had read reports that Rorzahk squads could track one matoran criminal to break up an entire crime ring. Skorm's shadow form coalesced on the Vahki, and he reappeared above the Rorzahk, falling upon it; one wristblade went through its eye socked, the other directly into the top of its cranial processor. The enforcer crumpled beneath him; as Skorm rose, he finished off the twitching vahki with a shadow blast into its exposed head. His hands flexed and squeezed as he stared down Ostrox. "I was brainwashed by Takadox into serving with you. Objectively, the League won. I just want the fighting to stop; neither side is blameless. Your side, however, is bombarding a refugee settlement. Stand down now, or I finish this right now." OOC: @Toru Nui
  5. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) Skorm scarcely had time to react before he was hit with the Presence beams, shortly followed by the Freeze disk. His body was frozen over in a state of reaction; he glanced around the room from within the icy prison. He spoke, muffled: "A slave turning on his masters is justice, not treachery." He activated his wristblades, and the retractable blades struggled against the ice, but broke through regardless. As he did so, Skorm focused the energy from lightstones around the bridge through the transparent ice and into himself, and focused it through the best refractors he possessed: his own eyes. He focused the harmless pinpoints his eyes projected onto Ostrox as he sat, then willed energy out of himself and into the laser; focusing the light in such a manner meant he couldn't see, but it hardly mattered. With one last burst of will, he shot a pair of lasers powerful enough to bore through the ice, the chair, and the bridge's viewports behind it. There was enough holes in the ice now that Skorm took advantage of the dimmed lightstones on the bridge to phase into shadow, pouring out of the cracked and melted shell; he hoped that the power draw and laser would be enough to signal Keitara. OOC: @Toru Nui @TL01 NUVA
  6. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) The Toa grimaced under his hood; it was only partially an act. "You dare question me? I have seen creatures that call this forsaken island home that could tear this airship out of the sky with a lazy swing of one claw. I have personally been captured and tormented by native skakdi, practitioners of a foul ritual I still don't know of despite being the only Shadow elemental I've met, and an unaligned Toa that used their power over Light to render hundreds of square kios worth of land uninhabitable." Skorm seeded his worth with fragments of truth; it was the best way to bluff. "I am no longer asking, Ostrox. Wiping this settlement out would have consequences far beyond what Lord Pridak could know; I will assume any consequences myself. Stop the bombardment; that is an order. If you choose to disobey it, I will be forced to take responsibility for your life yet again." He thought to Irna, Keitara, Kat, and Nale, who by now must be inside the ship. Narrowing his eyes, Skorm willed them to glow in the darkness beneath his hood. "The last time you and I dove out an airship, I saved your life; trust me, that example will not be repeated." OOC: @Toru Nui
  7. IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro Airspace, Tranquility Bridge) The discharge of the ship's energy weapon brightened the sky outside the bridge. Skorm's eyes narrow, not out of reaction to the bright light, but of a sense that he had only limited time. He finished rising to his feet, squaring his shoulders. "I have been walking this island, as my Lords commanded. I have come to the conclusion that the destruction of this settlement would not only bring little benefit to the League, but would endanger it in the future. There are things on this island we need satellite settlements for; I believe that Pridak was uninformed of these when he ordered Metru-Koro's destruction." Skorm took a step forward, his arms spread and hands open. "Ostrox, I saved your life, you can trust me. End the attack, please." OOC: @Toru Nui
  8. IC: Skorm (Tranquility, Metru-Koro Airspace) Closing his eyes as he allowed himself to fall off the ship, Skorm dissolved into shadow. The noises of combat disappeared; he could feel the night sky being perforated by muzzle flash and lights. He sped along the hull, stretching his amorphous body as he located the bridge. It was lit, but not well enough; Skorm slipped through a hole in a bulkhead caused by a bullet, dimming the lights on the bridge so it would be safe for him to re-materialize. The lights of the bridge flickered as he assumed his normal form, in a crouch. "Captain, I must urgently..." Skorm spoke as he rose, pulling his hood back over his head. Then he saw the captain, giving him pause. "Ostrox?" OOC: @Toru Nui
  9. IC: Skorm (Tranquility top, Metru-Koro Airspace) His step unsteady as the ship turned, Skorm made his way over to Keitara and Kat. "I could say the same thing," he shouted over the engines. "My plan is to get in there and try to talk the captain into standing down; if that doesn't work, we board the airship as normal, take care of the crew, and turn this thing's guns against the other League ships. That work with everyone? Kei, if you can cloak everyone else here, you all might be able to get a head start. I'm going to pop out of a shadowy corner of the bridge and talk to the captain. If you hear sounds of a fight, go loud and I'll try to link back up with you." The Twi-Toa turned to the edge of the ship, then looked back at Keitara and Irna, a faint smile on his mask. He wanted to get one last look at them in case this went madu-shaped. "Keep your senses up, if you sense a high-energy laser discharge on the bridge, its probably me." He paused for a thought; "Well, actually, more than one. I have to keep up the scary League enforcer image, I might have to laser an eye out." OOC: @ultimoscorp @Tarn @TL01 NUVA @Conway
  10. IC: Skorm (Taku Cargo Bay) "I can't help but feel like something was lost in translation," Skorm said to Irna, loud enough for her to hear over the din but still quiet enough to be private. "When I volunteered to board one of the League ships and talk to the captain, I did it knowing that I could move through shadow and reappear on the ship." He saw several of his friends jump. "I was my own landing strategy, but..." Skorm placed a hand on Irna's. "I'll stick with you on this. Someone needs to make sure Kei's favorite Zyglak doesn't go pancake-shaped." The Twi-Toa let out a breath, shutting his eyes, extending his senses to the night below. Chaos. He opened them. "Nale, we're ready, on your mark." OOC: @Conway @Tarn
  11. IC: Skorm (The Taku) Skorm's eye's widened. He was no fool, he knew though he enjoyed a broad spectrum of powers thanks to his dual elements, he was used to being the only Toa of Light and/or Shadow in the room. Sometimes he forgot what feats a full Av-Toa could do. He turned his mask towards Irna, not taking his eyes off of Keitara. "She's... bending the light around the ship. We're effectively invisible. I don't think I could do that with something as big as my car." OOC: @Conway @TL01 NUVA
  12. IC: Skorm (Taku, Metru-Koro) Although he looked down at the floor, Skorm couldn't hide his smile. "Thanks Irna. Although... I don't know how the both of us were going to get aboard; I was going to shadow glide into one of their ships. Wouldn't be the first time." He turned to Knichou, squaring his shoulders. "Having the two of us might make for a more convincing story. Captain, what do you think the best way to make this work would be?" OOC: @BULiK @TL01 NUVA @Conway @Toru Nui
  13. IC: Skorm (The Taku, Metru-Koro) "Getting onboard one of their ships was my plan. I... used to be a part of the league, I don't know how many of them know I deserted. I may be able to get one or more of the ships called off if I can get on board. Enough of them are just following orders that I could try an appeal." OOC: @BULiK @TL01 NUVA @Toru Nui @Conway
  14. IC: Skorm (The Taku, Metru-Koro) The first thought through Skorm's head as he and Keitara made their way to the bridge was the alarm horn sounds different on the other side. How many times had he heard that call, rousing defenders against forces he was a part of, that he commanded? They all seemed to blend together in Skorm's memory. Was that Takadox's work, or something more natural? Skorm pushed those thought aside as he followed Kei onto the bridge. He had an idea that might be able to avert some of the combat, but for now he just crossed his arms, waiting with the others. OOC: @BULiK @TL01 NUVA
  15. OOC: Jam with @TL01 NUVA IC Skorm and Keitara (Metru-Koro) As Keitara and Skorm made their way to the Taku, Skorm yawned. “So, you used to be a Ghost. Explains a few things; at least why IV likes you. Found him in a Ghost wreck.” Straining to keep his smile, the Twi-Toa focused on the airship. He was happy that Kei was on the right track to uncovering her past, but a part of him was bitter. He doubted anybody he had known prior to his becoming a Toa, when he had lost his memories, would even recognize him now. Keitara looked blearily at Skorm. She rubbed at her eyes, and part of her wondered if her friend was feeling the same lagginess from lack of sunlight. "Yeah… When Knichou mentioned the Ghosts I got… this feeling? Not quite a memory, but… Like, when you've been swimming, or hammering at a stubborn piece of metal all day, and then you wake up in bed when your body feels as though you're still doing it" She looked over plaintively. "Does that make any sense?" “I suppose. I haven’t found any connections to who I used to be. There were other Toa in the League, but none like me; everyone had either been coerced or joined willingly. I knew there were Toa of Light on the other side, but… I never met any until I met you.” Kei flushed slightly. "Well, I hope I wasn't too much of a letdown" she said, smiling faintly. But something her friend had said was working away at her. "Skorm… If… if I find a way to get my memories back… well… What I mean to say is… if we find a way, would you want to know your past?" The Av-Toa looked down at her feet, shod as they were in glittering armor. Were the Ghosts crafters? Had she made her own armor? If so, she wondered grimly, she could have done a better job on her lance. Shaking herself out of her muzzy musings, Kei continued. "I don't know what it's like for you, but for me… it hurts. I just… I don't want you to have to live with that pain as well, if I can help it." Sighing, Skorm put an arm around Keitara’s shoulder. “I don’t hurt like that. Who I am now and who I used to be are effectively different people; I’d like to know, and the uncertainty makes me scared.” Skorm looked down at his hearlight. “What kind of person was I before I was made into who I am today? Did I volunteer, was I kidnapped? Does anyone out there miss them?” Skorm clutched at the robes on his chest. “I don’t even know what my name was.” A cartload of emotions barrelled through Keitara. On the one hand, her heart ached at the pain in the Twi-Toa's voice and body language. On the other hand… Well, 'hand' had a lot to do with it. Kei's heartlight fluttered as the Toa rested his arm across her shoulders. The conflagration of emotions sent tiny shudders across her body, and her free hand began nervously drumming a staccato rhythm on her thigh plate. Taking a couple slow, deep breaths to steady herself, she pushed on. "I… well, jealous isn't exactly the right word. I… I admire you, Skorm. I know it's selfish, and pretty insensitive, but…" A slight quaver touched her voice. "We both lost our memories. But you… You've grown. You don't let the uncertainty taint your every decision the way I've been. You don't… you don't fall apart like I do." Tears prickled the corners of Kei's already sore eyes. "Skorm… I hope I can be as strong as you are." A shiver wracked Kei's whole body, then: "Skorm… Knichou said I died. I… I was dead" she choked out. She turned back to Skorm, but failed to even look him in the mask at all. "I… oh great beings. Skorm, I think I started to remember. For just a second." There was raw panic in her voice now as Kei continued. "I want to know my past… Karz. Skorm… What if I remember that?" The two toa stopped in front of the Taku, and Skorm took Keitara’s hand and squeezed. “Kei, listen. I can’t say that it’s not real, or that it didn’t happen, but you being here, alive, means that no matter what happened, it doesn’t change who you are.” He held her close. “You’re the person who saw Irna and I and decided that we’re worth caring about. I don’t need you to be anything else, as long as that’s who you want to be.” Kei pressed her face into the Toa's chest. The fabric of his cloak was warm, and had a slight smell of metal from his time aboard the Muaka while IV was doing repairs. It was strangely soothing, and Kei slowly felt her muscles un-knotting. After one final, body-wracking shudder, she turned her face up once again. This time she made sure to meet Skorm's gaze. "Thank you. And you absolutely deserve to be cared for, both of you." She rested her head once more against his cloak, feeling the sturdiness of his form beneath the thick fabric. "I'm so glad you didn't turn yourself over to the League. You deserve better than being somebody's sadistic plaything." She gave the warrior a squeeze, and then turned around to face the airship. As she did, she gently reached her hand back until it found, and gently took, Skorm's own. "Come on, Twilight. Let's talk more inside. You look dead on your feet." And, after a pause, "Never be afraid to talk to me, okay? Because you're right. I… I do care about you. You've been there for me through all this. I'd like to do the same for you." Skorm smirked as Keitara led him onto the ship. “Yeah, you don’t sound much better. And… thanks. I care about you too.” Later, in the bunk that Kei had managed to find before they both collapsed, Skorm opened his eyes. Just the darkness and the faint sounds of distant work on the ship. He glanced down; Kei’s head was on his chest, faintly snoring. He smiled. Right here, right now as they were surrounded by darkness, everything was alright. As he listened to Kei’s rhythmic breathing, Skorm let himself close his eyes again, smiling. Then they heard the horn.
×
×
  • Create New...