A Mystery Explored
Ajura barely twirled her finger, making the water sphere rotate on its axis. She usually did this to unwind after a day of dealing with irascible Matoran, or to clear her mind and focus on a problem at hand.
Having to separate a physical altercation between two Ko-Matoran and their slightly different predictions on the star’s alignment counted as both.
How simple, yet complex, she mused. A perfect sphere, but with a simple yet small flicker of my wrist, and it becomes an entirely different shape. The ball was now a diamond. From a continuous, smooth surface, to seemingly solid sides. The intricacy…
The droplets flew out of her hand violently, splashing against the wall.
And there’s someone who isn’t intricate in any way, Ajura thought.
“Having fun twisting some droplets around?” asked Orde. “It’s as if you want to go back and spend your days studying the thing. Does controlling water mean nothing to you?”
“Oh, it means quite a lot,” Ajura said as she stood up from her chair to face Orde fully. “I can control it, yes. Does that mean I spend my days over a desk trying to study water or Liquid Protodermis from far away? Not anymore. But now that I control it, it affords me so many more opportunities to learn. One door opens up, leading to a thousand corridors.”
Orde couldn’t hold his snicker. “I’m sorry… corridors? I didn’t realize you were also into architecture. Here, I’ll call that Po-Matoran Hafu and tell him that you don’t really want to be a Toa anymore, that you want to design houses now.”
Ajura’s expression didn’t change. “You really think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“It could also be me having subconsciously projecting so many of my famed jokes into your head that now you consider them funny.”
Ajura smiled. “Look at that, you might actually have an actual sense of humor after all.”
“Yeah, well, humor isn’t gonna do much during our next patrolling session.”
“No?” Ajura was bringing the droplets back near her palm. “You might be able to use it to get some Matoran to stop fighting each other.”
“Or I could also use the more direct formula.”
“Even though violently flinging Matoran against a wall using your telekinesis doesn’t actually fix anything.”
“Alright, first, I was talking about that Doom Viper I stunned using that telekinesis, and second, you can’t just shoot all of my ideas down!”
Before Orde’s retort, the high-pitched dinging noise that signaled someone entering the Toa Base rang.
“Looks like I’ll get to test more of my strategies sooner than I expected,” Orde beamed.
Ajura unsheathed her Water Sabre and followed Orde. She wanted to keep close to him in case he decided that the area was too peaceful for his taste.
If they had to guess, the next block of foundries would be as calm and serene as the last seven had been. Ajura and Orde had been patrolling for about three hours now, and nothing seemed to be amiss in Ta-Metru. Two more blocks and they were off to Le-Metru.
“It’s odd, isn’t it?”
“What is?” Ajura asked, scanning for any signs of trouble.
“You’d think that with this place being so… non-temperature friendly, the Matoran here would be more hot-headed.”
“There’s only one hot-headed being here, and it sure isn’t a Matoran.”
Orde let the jab at him slide, but he nonetheless stopped walking abruptly.
“What is it?”
“Ajura, just because I was never a Matoran doesn’t mean you can classify me as a being, or make fun of who I am.”
“Orde, it was just teasi-“
“I DON’T LIKE IT!” The outer wall of one of the foundries began to shake violently.
“Orde, please calm down!”
“JUST BECAUSE I WASN’T A MATORAN DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T FEEL LIKE THEY DO, OR CAN CARE ABOUT THEM.”
“ALRIGHT, I GET IT! BUT CALM DOWN OR ELSE YOU’LL BE HURTING OTHER MATORAN!”
Orde paused and looked at the wall that was beginning to cave in. He’d let his telekinesis run rampant. He breathed, and used his telekinesis to try and return the wall to the shape it once was.
“What do you think you’re doing to my foundry?!” asked a Ta-Matoran that ran out of the disfigured building.
“Apologies for that. We’ll have it fixed,” said Ajura.
“Yeah well, you’d better!”
Orde eyed him as he scurried back to his foundry.
“I don’t trust him.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think he trusts us much either thanks to your temper tantrum.”
Ajura made a mental note to send someone to fix the wall. Orde was great at punching holes, but his psionic powers weren’t as powerful as to allow him to undo the damage. She pushed Orde along.
“In all seriousness, think about it, Ajura. No conflict, no fight between Matoran? How come Ta-Metru is that quiet? Heck, how come the entire island is this calm?”
“You’d have the League to thank for that. You know that.”
“The League? I have to thank a band of tyrannical despots who decided to form a trade pact with Metru Nui that leaves us out of their dealings?”
“Orde, we’ve spoken about this. You have no proof that the League of Six Kingdoms is tyrannical. Are they the rulers of our universe? Yes, they were appointed as such by Mata Nui. Does this mean there could be someone else that could be ruling? Certainly. But we have no proof or evidence that they are such cruel leaders as you like to think about them.”
Orde folded his arms. “That’s easy for you to say. We have to stay here and not see what’s going on out there.”
“Well, it’s not like we have much of a ch-“
Orde and Ajura turned around to notice another Ta-Matoran running towards them with an expression of anguish on his face. They quietly glanced at each other, worried at the Matoran’s state.
“Please, you have to come with me!”
“Of course. Your name?”
“M… Maglya. Please, come with me Toa!”
Ajura, why is he leading us to his foundry? Why not tell us here? I don’t know about you, but this seems slightly off, projected Orde into Ajura’s head. As the more diplomatic and level-headed of the two, she would be better suited to get the answer out of the Matoran.
“We will, Maglya. We just need to know, why not tell us here?”
“It’s about the Archive Mole infestation. They’ve been fighting amongst themselves and destroyed much of my property!”
Wait, Ajura. Don’t Archive Moles work together?
“We understand, Maglya. We’ll go with you to figure out the problem.”
Maglya’s veiled message had indeed been hidden as a code. When the three of them were inside Maglya’s foundry, where the sound of the Matoran working was loud enough, he told the Toa this would be a safe place where no one would be able to eavesdrop on them.
“Why would someone evasedrop?”
“Because of what you yourself were saying, Toa! You know, about the League.”
Ajura looked at Orde with annoyance.
“Maglya, I understand that you are worried of the state of other islands,” assured Ajura. “But we have no proof of what my friend here was saying. So let’s deal with the situation at hand. What’s the problem?”
Slightly off-put by Ajura’s dismissal of Orde’s comments, Maglya paused and then resumed. “My friend… Kadira. Po-Matoran living on the Tren Krom Peninsula, I… we send each other letters ever since he was relocated there. Even with the League’s conquest of the Northern Continent Kadira has always been able to stay in contact with me. Sure, the letters arrive late, and other times they might get lost, but I always know how he’s doing. In his last letter he told me that he was relocating in secret, to go to a better place. He said he’d send me a message again once he was there.”
Orde crossed one leg over the other. “Alright, so why hasn’t he answered back?”
“I don’t know, but the point is I got that letter seven months ago! I’ve written three more times and no responses have returned.”
Ajura felt pity for the Matoran, but knew that they couldn’t go around helping every Matoran in a pickle. “Alright, anything else we should know?”
“In the letter, he… well, he highlighted some of the letters. And they spell out something.” Maglya pulled out the letter. It was worn down, as if it had been folded, clutched, hidden, and clutched over again. Order didn't need his telepathy to know how much pain Kadira's disappearance was causing Maglya. Under every few letter there was a line under it. Not too visible from far away, but from close up it was quite evident:
“Well,” whispered Ajura wide-eyed. “That’s not foreboding or anything.”
Orde couldn’t contain the smile. “Does this mean we get to go out there and see what’s going on?”
Ajura didn’t want to leave. Metru Nui had a certain safety, and their team hadn’t communicated with any Toa outside the island for a long time now. But there was something in this story that suggested that there were deeper layers. Only scholars like the Ko-Matoran and Ga-Matoran knew these archaic terms that well. Why this Po-Matoran from the Northern Continent knew them, she had no clue. And even though the term ‘Mangaia’ was more understandable, ‘Valmai’ wasn’t the kind of word she’d hear from a Matoran, unless there was something very serious going on. Was this Matoran insane? Had he learned something that had put him at risk? Ajura wasn’t sure.
But it was worth investigating.
Edited by Zatth, Dec 12 2014 - 03:02 AM.