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iC: Litozen

 

"Just give me the word when you need me to check up. I'd suggest waiting until we've dug at least a small cave-like area. Otherwise All these trees above ground will interfere." The Toa of Sonics thought to himself about how carefully he would have to tread for this operation, but felt he should not panic. The plan was simple enough, after all.

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IC: Syrva

 

Syvra looked at Litozen again as he considered something but thought against it. Instead he looked around and dipped his head over the platform to see. He turned his gaze quickly to litozen and grinned

"well seems we will be busy for a bit."

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IC: Kehuri

The Toa of Earth had dug beneath Le-Wahi soil enough to know some things about it. "The jungle's roots go deep... to prevent nutrients from being lost. It'll also b-be helpful to maintaining tunnel solidity. I'm afraid we'll have to st-stay within their range in order to minimize the chances of a cave-in." He smiled. Now this was his element. He guessed he still wasn't quite a fighter at heart yet.

 

Once he'd dug deep enough, he angled parallel to the Rahkshi hordes. He motioned for the rest to start following. After a couple of bios, he stopped and turned to Litozen and Lepidus, "Alright... Check for any underground Rahkshi, please."

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IC: Lepidus

Lepidus glanced up at the Toa of Sonics. He was quite impressed. The Toa - Litozen, he thought he was called - was really something. He could tell that Litozen was a model Toa, always devoted to his cause.

"It'd be an honor to work with you!" Lepidus made a little salute with his small blade. "How do you think we should go about this?" He asked. Surely Litozen would know the best way to utilize their sonic abilities.

OOC: Poor guy, this is gonna be heartbreaking when he finds out ;-;

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OOC: Indeed. To think it was only two pages ago that litozen could have chosen to work with you.IC: Litozen

"Don't mention it, Matoran." He said nonchalantly. It bothered him that Lepidus effectively looked like a miniature version of him, and despite abandoning his dedication to the Matoran this feeling of bothersome would not leave him when he considered what might happen to Lepidus. "I'm using my powers to create a Sonar, but you should probably focus your hearing to the walls and see if you can hear anything...reptillian."

The De-Toa followed Kehuri down to where he was digging, and then closed his eyes as he focused. As his elemental energy was converted into a stream of small sounds, he would then re-absorb the sound as it bounced back. It took extra effort to send the sound through the solid walls, but to Litozen it wasn't too much of a problem. Calmly, he spoke. "I can't sense anything nearby right now. It seems to be safe." He was telling the truth...for now.

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IC: Syvra

 

Syvra looked down at the matoran and practically turned around so quickly as he activated his Mahiki. He made it to where it looked like he had a neutral expression but in all reality he was smirking like a mad man. He looked over at litozen and just watched him work.

He suddenly realized something as he closed his eyes and opened his palm. A large vine of Lightvine shot from his hand and illuminated a large area of the tunnel

"If the Rahkshi are really the sons of makuta i am sure they will not like the light. Plus provides us with illumination that does not give off a energy source like a lightstone would."

 

 

OOC: In real life i am laughing my arse off

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IC: Kehuri

Kehuri looked up at the lightvine, one eye closed to preserve his dark-vision. "Nice idea."

 

But sonar? He hadn't expected that. "It wouldn't be more efficient to mute all sounds... on one side of you and try to detect it elsewhere instead? NotthatI'mt-tryingtobep-pushyoranything, ifitworksbe-betterforyou, thengoahead!"

 

He set to work again, Naru clearing obstructions.

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IC: Litozen

"I would prefer this method!" Litozen snapped, before quickly doubling back on his own words and calming down. "Uh...what I mean to say is, I prefer this method. It's not the most efficient but it also doubles as good exercise in my abilities." Not good, he thought to himself. I shouldn't snap like that...But he raises a good point about muting other sounds. I should probably do something about the De-Matoran when we near the enemy...He looked at Lepidus for a moment, deep in thought about his options, before shaking his head and returning to scanning the immediate area in a similar way to how a bat would check its environment.

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IC: Syvra

 

Syvra sighed as he thought about something. He looked at everyone and smiled a bit

"Can i get everyone's wrists for a small second."

He extended his own as he summoned lightvines around his wrist. They looked like bracelets.

"See this way if for some reason we get separated everyone can have their own light source."

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IC: Kehuri

His mask nearly hit the ceiling at the Toa of Sonics' sudden outburst. He didn't think anything of it, though, just attributing it to nerves. When the Toa of Plantlife created personal lightvines, Kehuri plucked his off, "Good idea, but..." he pointed at his eyes, "I'm a Toa of Earth, so I can see in the dark, so I don't need one. But it's a good idea for everyone else..." Then he added, "Sorry," with a nervous laugh. He got the impression he was annoying them. Or maybe he was only worried he was.

 

He was about to continue when he stopped and remembered something. Taking off his pack, which was slung over his shoulder, he fumbled around inside and produced a pair of large earmuffs, which he handed to Lepidus, "Here, we wear these to protect our ears from explosions. I thought it'd do you more good, to protect your hearing. Sorry it's not adjustable."

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IC: Ranama

 

Ranama didn't want to be out of the loop in terms of the organisation of the fight, but he was concerned for whatever problem Anhar had, and leaving the Toa to stew in the wake of an already bleak situation just seemed cruel.

 

He followed after the Toa into the hut.

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IC: Syvra

 

Syvra looked at the toa of earth and grinned rather broadly as he broke the vine

"Well can't say i did not try to help. I think i remember saying that Rahkshi may not like the light. But to each their own."

With that he turned to the others and began to summon the vine around their wrists

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IC: Lepidus

Lepidus fastened the ear muffs around his head as best he could; he realized with some dismay that he'd have to press them against his head constantly for them to stay on. A though struck him.

"Seeing as Litozen can listen in this area, perhaps I should go some distance away and listen in the other direction. Otherwise, my hearing will be wasted." He pointed out. "Uh, maybe someone can come with me? I can't exactly hold my own against a Rahksi if they find me." He looked at Syvra, who was using his plant life powers. "Perhaps you can come with me?" He asked.

OOC: Here's your opportunity.

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OOC: The muffs are Matoran-sized, from before Kehuri's transformation, so it should be alright, I think. Kehuri meant that the amount of sound it lets through isn't adjustable. IC: Kehuri"I have a lightstone... in my bag. But besides, I've always got you others' light." He offered a smile, encouraged by Syvra's own smile.

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IC: Demetrius' wanderings brought him to a moderately sized forge. Ah, yes. He remembered this place; he'd spent some time here a while ago during several of his frequent boredom spells. He seemed to recall it being smaller before, though. Maybe the smith had seen fit to expand it during the village's period of abandonment.He stepped inside. Yep, it was definitely bigger than it had been. Dozens and dozens of weapons and contraptions hung from the walls; the floor and workbenches were littered with projects both complete and half-finished. Demetrius had no doubt the village's armory was in a similar state of disarray - the smith had doubtless created enough weapons in the last few months to fill it several times over.This smith stood at the center of it all, bent over the forge itself, pounding away at a slab of red-hot metal. To his minor annoyance, Demetrius found himself unable to identify exactly what it was the smith was working on. Come to think of it, he couldn't identify ninety percent of the junk laying around this place. The smith didn't seem to have noticed his presence, so he stepped over to one of the workbenches and grabbed the first thing he saw. It was a small metal sphere, about the size of his fist. He could tell that there was something balled up inside of it, but he wasn't sure what. He reached out a finger, tapping it gently. SHWING! A dozen spikes burst forth from the sphere, each about five inches long, barely avoiding impaling his left hand.

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IC: VeritasStanding at a platform over looking the forest, Veritas waited. For something to happen. Anything, infact. The Rahkshi weren't moving much, just standing there. And waiting. For what? Us to attack them? Surrender? Again, only time will tell. I hate time. Takes too long.

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IC: Syvra

 

Syvra looked down at the matoran and seemed a bit surprised

"Well i suppose i could go with you. To at least provide some form of protection"

He looked over at Litozen and flashed him a small smile.

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The Rahkshi started to move forward.

 

As a block, each regiment advanced upon their respective Koro. It was all too clear that they had received the order to begin at last; the ones in the lead brandished their staffs and shrieked, intimidating and terrible. All the Rahkshi marched in perfect synchronicity; their precisely composed footfalls made their approach even more ominous. At first the shock of the creatures’ motion and the awful noise they made shocked the Koro defenders into renewed stillness – thanks in part to the Rahkshi of Fear – but it was not long before the Toa and Matoran of Mata Nui remembered their purpose. Remembered their courage.

 

Volleys of attacks launched forth against the Rahkshi. Elemental nebulae pelted the ranks of spiny things, catching one in the chest, another in the leg, and perhaps driving them back a pace. Arrows, rocks, and anything small enough to throw were airborne projectiles that rained down on the hard backs of the attacking army; in most cases these ricocheted off, but sometimes a lucky arrowhead would bounce off the shell of one Rahkshi and injure another. Blowguns, Madu Cabolo, disks, knives, throwing axes; the first of the Rahkshi fell to their knees. Some, albeit few, did not stand up again, but their collapse was enough to bolster morale. The defenders cheered.

 

The Rahkshi, as a whole, hadn’t been slowed by the ranged attacks. They swatted aside elemental constructs, broke through walls of ice and stone as easily as if they’d been made of paper. The dark beasts started to use their own abilities, fighting back. Sonic clusters broke walls, sent Matoran on them flying away; whirring cyclones gathered all around, full of separately summoned chain lightning; hazes of confusion and fear were dangerous pockets of air that, if stepped into, would make a defender lose his or her head until he or she was pulled out; the ground beneath the defenders’ feet warped, lost its density, crumbled; beams of thin laser vision sliced through weapons and unwary bodies.

 

Where there were gaps to be bridged or large obstacles to be overcome, the Rahkshi leapt into the air and assumed the shapes of arrowheads, hovered for a moment, and then zinged towards their foes. The melee started in earnest, and both sides surged towards each other. Swords and spears and axes and shields blocked the first savage swipes of Rahkshi steel, sparked against the sharp blades at the end of the infamous staffs. The quicker weapons retorted in turn, scored a few blows on their foes; the slower ones were wounded.

 

The fighting was intense; the Koro defenders were fuelled with the righteous rage of protecting their homes. The Rahkshi were the greater force, but would not be met with surrender. Toa and Matoran fought with fury, fought like they knew that one day their deeds would be remembered in the great legends. This was the ultimate struggle for survival. This was the fight that they needed to win.

 

But they were losing.

 

The Rahkshi pressed their advantage gleefully, pushing the defenders back into their Koros, getting their first real footholds into the cities. Slowly but surely, even against a tide of renewed desperation, the Rahkshi advanced further. They crushed homes; they crushed anything they could get their hands on. The defenders were virtuous, but the Rahkshi were too strong. All was nearly lost; the tide of the battle had turned.And, instantly, it turned again.

 

It was as though a switch had been turned inside the Rahkshi. All at once, they all seemed disoriented, looked sharply around, hissed to themselves. Upon noticing that they were surrounded by their own kind, the eyes of Rahkshi widened in shock, and then narrowed dangerously. As though suddenly aware that they were all similarly charged magnets and that they felt the strong desire to repel, they imploded. Rahkshi began to fight Rahkshi, and began to slay one another viciously. Slugs squealed as they were plucked out of carapaces and crushed in iron fingers; staffs clanged against one another until first blood; sharp teeth dug into unprotected undersides. Shrill, pained screams filled the air.

 

It took the defenders a few moments to process what exactly was happening. But once they saw that the resolve of their foes was gone, their spirits soared, and their objective became very simple: push the Rahkshi out of the Koros, let them destroy themselves elsewhere. With renewed vigor, Toa and Matoran cooperated to drive back the Rahkshi, which was a far easier task than before. They were wild beasts now and, when shoved with elemental attacks, blades, and even fists, they opted to take the path of least resistance: backwards.

 

As they ran on their long legs back the way they’d come, Rahkshi encountered other Rahkshi doing the same thing and, as though mutually offended another had stolen their strategy, they brawled. Usually, only one came out alive. The grounds before the Koro were littered with the rent corpses of Rahkshi, trodden carelessly underfoot by those still fleeing. Into jungles, down snowy slopes, over white cliffs, through dark tunnels, over dunes, into burnt wasteland (or straight into a lava lake), the surviving Rahkshi – perhaps a quarter of those that had attacked – spread out in all directions. They were territorial creatures, and each sought its own domain.

 

Parties of quick-footed Toa followed some of these Rahkshi and, after difficult duels, killed them as well, but most of the Rahkshi had slipped away too quickly to be caught. The defenders hardly cared; they were so exhausted, so utterly happy to have survived, that the escaped creatures were the last things on their minds. They had won! They had done the unthinkable, and they had won!

 

It was only once the overjoyed clapping of backs, cheering, and crying had died down that the denizens of the Koros started to wonder why they had won. They’d been so close to being wiped out, until something in their foes had changed... It had been as though the Rahkshi had instantaneously lost their sense of direction, or they’d all been beheaded-

 

Could it be?

 

Was it even possible?

 

It was the only answer that made sense.

 

Did they dare hope?

 

Hope is tenacious. It snuck into their heads whether they liked it or not.

 

The theory spread with the rapidity of wildfire, and it wasn’t long before everyone had the idea planted in his or her mind. The thought was appealing, too appealing. Could they really give it any credit? Perhaps this was all an elaborate trick. Then why had so many of the Rahkshi died, first? He wasn’t one to be wasteful… No… It was still the only answer that made sense.

 

The rest of the day, for many, was a haze. Post-battle cleanup was difficult, as many vital structures on the outside of the Koro had been broken. Fatalities were surprisingly low, though many had been dealt severe wounds. If the battle had gone on longer, they wouldn’t have received the medical treatment they’d needed to survive. The defenders praised Mata Nui the umpteenth time that day for their good fortune. Everyone milled about the streets, finding their friends and allies, feeling weights lift from their weary shoulders as they saw that these people had survived, too.

 

It had been a bright afternoon, and it darkened into a beautiful evening. The stars seemed to shine more brightly than they had the evening before. The dead were mourned, and dismissed in the customary way by full-Koro funerals. Guards were still posted at the borders of the Koros, watching for a return of their enemies, but no retaliation came, not that evening, nor the next day.

 

Blue skies blessed the inhabitants of the island once again. The reparation process continued, and as they patched walls and huts, the Matoran chatted with each other happily. Smiles broke out on faces where they hadn’t been seen for years. With each passing instant, last night’s theory seemed more and more tangible. No Rahi, no more Rahkshi lining up. The warrior Toa assembled in parties to search the nearby wilderness for Rahkshi stragglers. A few were found and caught, but most seemed to have gone quite deep, and they were dismissed as threats for later. It was a gorgeous morning, and their Koros needed their help in restoration.

 

The only ominous sense that endured clung to the tunnels from which the Rahkshi had emerged. The black holes, wide enough for the passage of armies, were gaping maws in the earth, which made you shudder to look at. Light seemed to be swallowed unnaturally by these vile passages; everyone could guess where they led, and so they were watched with the utmost vigilance. If there were to be a second army, the Koros would not be caught unawares.

 

The guards saw some motion from within the tunnels. The patter of footfalls echoed around the wormlike passages, emerging amplified into the air outside. The watchmen sounded the alarms, and as quick as lightning, the Koros reassembled for combat. They dreaded what would come out of the tunnels. They held their weapons ready, and they were weary. How happy they had been instants before.

 

At last, the source of the footfalls emerged into the light. Out of the hole came a tired-looking Toa nobody had seen before. This Toa, dwarfed by the huge tunnel opening behind him, had a hand shielding his eyes from the bright sun, which gleamed off of his armor, revealing it to be a corresponding hue to the Koro’s natural residents. At the sight of the Toa, everyone was quiet. Who could this be? Was it a friend, or an enemy? Silence and stillness greeted the mysterious Toa as he stepped out of the tunnel and into the sunlight.

 

As the Toa’s eyes adjusted, his hand lowered, and his audiences could see that he wore an unknown Kanohi. Strapped to his body were powerful, noble-looking tools. Something in the Toa’s eyes glowed with a reassuring power. The older Matoran in the crowd found something familiar about the way the Toa bore himself.

 

When the Toa spoke at last, he didn’t just confirm last night’s rumor to be true; he explained it. His existence explained it.

 

“Makuta is gone.”

 

 

In the distant ocean, amid the dancing waves, a small something broke the surface. The water lapped against it and dotted its thin crystal viewport with droplets of foam.

 

The eyes below the viewport gazed. They were met by vague mist, the kind of thin fog that clung to land. Sure enough, below the haze was a dark line sitting on the horizon.

 

The periscope lowered as it moved forward, cutting through the sea.

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