[Le-Koro, Central Square]
“Ranok, Ranok Twigsinger."
He vaguely recalled the Gukko rider's face from before he had taken off on his last ill-fated flight. Verdi, that was the name. They had been assigned similar jobs: assisting refugees in navigating the treacherous jungle when the Rakshi attacked. Only Ranok, having a smaller and faster bird, had been assigned to go back and forth from the front lines, which had probably contributed to his worse luck.
He doubted that this was of any interest to either of them right now, considering the situation. Only--
The De-matoran cocked his head. He could definitely hear something in the distance now. It sounded like trees creaking and falling.
They didn't have much time.