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Trinuma, member of the Order of Mata Nui, was bored.
That, in and of itself, was a unique condition, especially considering that he had just invaded a fortress and was walking past vaults of…treasure. But unfortunately, this fortress was Daxia, and the treasure at hand was written on tablets.
Information. On Mata Nui, his mission. The true nature of the giant robot. Commentary on various peoples and objects of power. All of which Trimuma had learned and memorized long ago. Which meant he had little interest in salvaging these records from their giant vaults, and taking them out into Spherus Magna where enemies could find them. Well, okay, they were going to build another fortress, but still – not exactly the best plan.
He was about to give in and go tell Tobduk just that when he reached the last vault door. Or rather, didn’t reach it – it had been melted away. Of the records in that last vault, there was no sign.
Trinuma shuddered. This could not be. Should not be. But the evidence was unmistakable. I failed. Somehow. But it was impossible. He knew it was. He knew that…Tobduk could not find out about this. He ran. Whoever did this was on Spherus Magna. He would find them, and finish the task he thought he had finished.
* * *
Turaga Kali, Turaga of Plasma, was trying very very hard not to laugh his head off. For one thing, it would disrupt his friend’s pinpoint and precise concentration as he piloted his plasma-fired flying vehicle at ridiculously fast speeds. For another thing, the robot that they were flying through was very cold and quiet and any sound would likely echo for miles.
It was only when the two touched down next to their hut on the outer reaches of town that Kali finally let loose his bolt-ripping guffaws. He slapped his Toa partner on the back. “That was terrific! That look on Trinuma’s face was priceless!”
The Toa, ignoring Kali, began unloading the large parcels from the back of the vehicle and began sorting through them without comment. Time was of the essence.
“These are the ones we want.” Tacker said, handing a particularly large stack of tablets to Kali. He dissolved the rest of them easily – most of these, Kali noticed, were treatises on extinct Rahi, including dates and cause of extinction. Well, okay, there was one tale of an old fortress that had withstood several Skakdi raids before all of its inhabitants vanished, mildly interesting, but not worthy of much attention.
“Are you sure there’s nothing valuable in there?” Kali joked. Tacker shrugged, and helped Kali carry the tablets inside.
“C’mon, Tacker, lighten up. What is with you?”
“We have to find them before they die. If they aren’t dead already – hopefully they froze before the air ran out.”
Kali grimaced. “Well, at least we do have these tablets. It could be worse.”
But Tacker was already reading the first tablet off the stack with rapt attention. Kali scowled. He remembered a simpler time, when Tacker would have laughed at his jokes. When the two would have happily celebrated their successful campaign of pulling a fast one on the most secretive organization in the universe.
But to the now-methodical Su-Toa, it was just one more step in a larger plan.
* * *
A short while later, Tacker looked up from his reading. It was late, and Kali turned on the lightstone in the hut. Tacker saw that Turaga had finished his own stack of tablets and had a somewhat resigned look on his face. Only a couple more tablets to go, and Tacker would be done.
He was starting to wonder if he had gotten the wrong vault. None of any of this made any sense. Sure, it was all there – what he expected…
He caught a movement, near the window. Someone was spying on them! Nervous, he jumped to his feet, carefully setting the tablet down. Tacker ran to the door and stuck his head out, looking around for the fleeing intruder.
There! The street-stones showed a shadow, ugly and misshapen, heading away from the hut.
Tacker ran, calling on the power of his Kanohi Kadin as he did. Took off, following the shadow. Flight gave him the advantage of silence, although without the Mask of Concealment he had been using earlier, his orange and white armor would be plainly visible. However, the stranger appeared to be in a hurry, not minding the pursuer at all.
They were soon near the center of town. Tacker slowed a bit, rising higher so not to lose his quarry in all the twists and turns, and to avoid being seen by anyone below.
The stranger entered a small humble building near the center of town. Tacker landed into a run, panting furiously...
He arrived just in time to see the Mask of Life vanish into thin air. Two Matoran guards and a Toa lay unconscious on the ground, clearly in some sort of pain.
Frantic, Tacker ran around the pedestal. Feeling it. No mask. He saw a shadow outside slip away. Ran, following the stranger through the maze of alleys. He was closer, using his flight power to go fast close to the ground.
The monster. Right there. A small rivulet of plasma formed between his fingers, just so the garish green light might illuminate his nemesis.
He saw armor, flickering and fading, and then felt a burst of pain on his forehead. Something hit, and he fell on his back. He didn’t feel the second impact.
* * *
The world shook Tacker awake. He was staring at the sky, and his world blared red. He twisted his head to his left, seeing a huge contraption bearing down on him, like a giant Rahi on wheels.
Tacker looked down at himself. Chains, blinking red lights embedded in them. Well, you picked the wrong Toa for this trick.
Tacker tried his elemental power. Nothing.
Tacker looked, frantic. He had seconds, maybe. Head jerked left, then right. There were bolts hooking the chains to the ground. They had gaps at the bottom, enough for a link to pass though, perhaps. He grabbed the last link. Inhaled. Exhaled, flattening his chest, and slipped the link through the bottom of the bolt and out. The chain went slack, and Tacker threw the chain off. Rolled free. The rails shook, and his mask sent him up into the air…right in front of two shocked Skakdi faces.
Edited by fishers64, Dec 04 2013 - 03:08 PM.