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IC: Whisper - Kini-Koro

With Stannis clearly not inclined to share anything further until he was good and ready, Whisper drifted off after Taja, hovering at her side as she spoke with the Bo-Toa.

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IC: Nale Vella - Kini-Koro

Nale followed along with the Commander (of the Taku) and the others. Stannis' immediate response gave a clear idea of what he thought of Kanohi and NU's plan, but she didn't speak up. The Toa of Magnetism was content to let Vulimai and the Toa of Stone continue for now.

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IC: Apex (Kumu-Peninsula, Shrine of Shadow)

"I...See..." Apex said half-convincingly, when in reality, the term Steltian did not register within her mind in the slightest. Quickly inhaling this 'Waveahks' stench, Apex found herself momentarily repulsed, as the same unmistakable rot that has taken hold within much of the Fau Swamp and its inhabitants festered throughout this ones form, masking whatever scent a pure Steltian would offer. But that was not the only scent that she gleaned, as another scent filled her nostrils, a most familiar scent, the scent of a Kraata worm.

Eyeing the Steltian, Apex' dark and sunken gazed search his mutated body in search of the worm she smelled, continuing in her growling speech, "...Not that I am curious but...Why do you seek knowledge, when you already bear the stench of one marked by my kin?"

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IC: Vulimai (Outside of Kini-Koro)

Vulimai sighed at Stannis' reaction, and though she expected the sage to have questions of his own, she was to focused with getting the task at hand done then to fully answer it. "To remove the Vahki from Aurax' control. But, before we commit to this mission, I need to know. If we were to sever ties with whomever we send and they fail, do you believe that Aurax would accept out lack of involvement?"

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IC Stannis | Kini-Koro

"Truly?" Stannis asked. His eyes drifted from Atamai to Kanohi and then to NU-8020S with a dismayed exasperated look to them. He didn't want to believe what he was hearing, but it seemed that he'd arrived to Kini-Koro at exactly the right day to bear witness to these misled proceedings. Destiny had a sense of humor, he thought. He'd never seen NU- before and was unaware of the unit's abilities, but he could tell it was different from the others. It didn't have the same obedient look that BO-1337-P had, or overt signs of specialism, but seemed to carry itself with the adaptability and sense of self reminiscent to the Kilo-9 unit that had cultivated a much more openminded perspective towards automatons in the Wanderer's mind than he held in the past. This unit, despite looking rather typical for most Vahki, was something different entirely from the others, otherwise Kanohi and Vulimai wouldn't treat it with any more deference than they would a peach.

Stannis shook his head slowly. He saw what they were trying to accomplish; it was clear as day, and they were allowing their sentiments to get the better of them. He'd seen such a thing done before many times, always around times of war. "I find myself lamenting one of the great ironies of life," he said. He could almost imagine the rolling of eyes as it dawned on them that they'd elicited one of the old man's wise soliloquies. "Wars are started by people who wanted to prevent a war. So many conflicts throughout our history were begun in the name of peace, as though peace needed to be christened in blood and tears to be real, but peace has never lingered around... has it? Why? Because people are afraid. They fear what they don't know, what they don't understand, what they cannot control, and they want to attain a sort of comfort they never allowed themselves to feel before. Peace would be everlasting if only this, if only that, if only— - ... But it's not like that. If you incessantly chase after greener valleys you will die of exhaustion.

"Aurax is not your friend, but he is also not your enemy now. The Vahki are not his pawns any more than Pridak was Mata Nui's, slaves until they choose to revolt; the sentiences of beings like Kilo-M9, BO-1337-P, and NU-8020S prove Nuparu's automatons can and will think of their own accord in time. You think you will be safe if you somehow destroy the Vahki, or co-opt their circuitry, or otherwise steal them away from Aurax, but it will not be so. It never is so. There is always another threat. You want my counsel? You requested my knowledge, beseeched for my assurances, and asked for my help—verbally or not—but you already have it. I will defend you all until I die, as I have always done, and have bled my own blood to offer the opportunity to do something other than fight the League of Kingdoms. And you would risk throwing the opportunity away."

He sighed heavily, hating that he was witnessing a cycle of events repeat itself yet again, hoping that his knowledge and wisdom could prevent another stupidity from transpiring. He held no ill regard for the people around him—he knew they meant well, wanted to do good, were willing to fight for good reasons—but good intentions had bred vile fates a multitude of times before. He kicked his foot absentmindedly, knocking a few pebbles loose in the process and watching them roll away. "... You asked about Aurax. He is a man of fear and paranoia. If you strike at him and point fingers elsewhere he will not care where you point, he will blame what he knows. He would attack based on an emotional need... the same as why you would want to attack him." He glanced at Knichou for a flash before settling his eyes back to the ground. "I counsel against this raid."

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IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - Far Shore

 

Sorilax stared at the Toa of Ice, not believing his optics or audio receptors. The Toa was colored as white as the freshly driven snow. His small, secondary accents jumped from varying shades of gray to cold blues from light to dark. It seemed that this Toa was real, and a part of the several timelines Sorilax saw constantly shifting around him.

He paused, the Toa of Ice patiently awaiting Sorilax to speak. After a couple minutes, Sorilax composed his thoughts, “You say I created you?

The Toa of Ice gave a crisp, quick nod, “Yes, creator. I am but a few moments old.

Sorilax frowned. Had he really created Life itself? It… it seemed far too easy. A hardlight hand scratched at his chin. The Matoran had appeared when he willed it, too. Did the Far Shore have some kind of wish granting powers?

He focused his mind of Sala, on bringing his friend before him. The memories of Sala paled in comparison to when he had imagined the Toa of Ice and subsequently Sala did not appear. Sorilax tried to summon up his Rahkshi again, imagining their sharp edges and slender bodies. None appeared.

He tried to make a map of this place, or a map of Zakaz even. Nothing appeared. He tried a Kraata. Nothing.

Sorilax crossed his arms as his Toa of Ice patiently waited. He tried thinking of a Toa of Water, graceful and flowing like the ocean waves, armor a lovely teal. Once more it was as if his imagination leapt to life, and with a voice like the gentle waves upon a sandy shore, the Toa of Water spoke, “Creator, you have need of me?

Creating a chair of hardlight, Sorilax sat down, dumbfounded. As he moved through possibilities in his mind, he thought more and more of his Grand Wish. Ultimately, he realized something that changed his outlook on himself. He always thought he was chasing after Life, seeking it and its creations. That his Grand Wish was to subtly nudge things into what he thought was the proper direction. But he was more than that. He was no Life seeker, he was a Life creator. It was his Destiny to become one. Life didn’t sit in the back with the supporting troops, Life waged war first and foremost on the front lines. Death was after and lesser, Life was paramount. And so he too needed to fulfill who he truly was. He needed not to be afraid to create, nor did he need some Taboo to create Life twisted from something else.

No, he was Sorilax, Aspect of Life. He would create under his own power, and at his own discretion. As was his right as per his Grand Wish. It was his Duty to accomplish such a thing. His Destiny to fulfill.

Sorilax nodded to himself. He imagined four more Toa of the main six elements, all of them springing to Life with a mere thought from his mind.

They all looked on in respect and adoration as he added to their members. Then the Toa of Ice spoke once more in his cool, crisp manner, “What is it that you need of us, creator?

Sorilax outlined his knowledge of this place, his shadowling foes, and his current objective to find Sala. His Toa all quickly picked up on the gist of things. Sorilax couldn’t help but to be proud of them.

Very well, Ice, Air, take the tunnel and scout it out. We need to know where it leads and if it is safe.

The two Toa voiced affirmations and climbed down the ladder, quickly moving off into the service tunnel.

Sorilax stood near one the wall of still beating Heartlights, beckoning over the Toa of Water. Her graceful form shifted between various blues and blue-greens as she walked over. Placing his hand upon a Heartlight and his other one upon the back of her neck, Sorilax performed the Desecration Taboo upon her. As expected, the Kraata on her back refused to stay as one power, but that didn’t concern him.

Calling this time upon both the Desecration and Kraata Creation Taboos in his mind, Sorilax once more tried to duplicate a Kraata. Shadows swirled around the Ga-Toa’s neck as the dark mass of the Kraata morphed as he pulled. The Kraata spilt, just like before. And just like before, the Kraata in his hands shriveled up and died. Not even his mind could keep it alive.

Sorilax had felt the subtle nuances in the Taboos as he performed the action, though. He was getting closer to a new Taboo, he could feel it. Peering at the Kraata on the Toa’s back, which was thankfully still alive, he realized it was completely gray, as if it had lost its color.

The Toa of Water frowned, “That shifting power I felt is gone. Is it supposed to be gone, creator?

Sorilax shook his head, “No indeed. Hummm… Well, you others get over here.

Sorilax proceeded to Desecrate twice all of his creations, sans the Ice and Air Toa. As he gave the Ga-Toa a second Kraata, a different idea popped into Sorilax’s mind. Before he could act on it, one of his scouts came back. The Toa of Air sounded excited, “You should come see this, creator.

He nodded, though his mind was still on the new Taboo he was trying to uncover. But at the continued insisting, they all climbed down into the service tunnel, following along after their green Toa scout. Minutes felt like they stretched into hours as they walked. Pipes ran along the walls, all of them frosted over. Power lines also ran along the ceiling, diving off into side tunnels as they moved along.

Sorilax noted that he could see all of his Toa’s breath. It must really be cold in this world. He hoped they would stay healthy.

They came to an ending of the tunnel. It certainly wasn’t the ending, as a giant section of the building was just missing. Not quite a proper ending. Once more a gale of freezing wind ripped through the place. Snow was piled high, and giant icicles adorned the ceiling. But this time it wasn’t a clean cylinder of the building missing. No, it was destroyed in a jagged manner, blasts of ice here and there as the obvious causes of most of the damage.

On one wall almost a quart mile away, a large hole was ripped through to outside, letting in the blinding light and mostly illuminating the destroyed space. The Ko-Toa was inspecting what was once a large glass vat.

Sorilax went over, looking over the several stories of destroyed building. This area was once sturdily built, as if it was someplace that needed to be secured just like that vault had, or that other room that had been destroyed. Where the damage was kept shifting, but the damage was still present in each timeline.

He noticed a clipboard frozen to a table. Trying to use his Light as a laser to free it, he eventually gave up his attempts. He needed to practice his lasers. He called over his Toa of Fire. A quick, controlled burst of flame later and he was reading what had been written.

As his optics scanned the papers, he realized there was a lot of data that went far over his head, but he saw a line that stuck out to him: ...and so ABZIS is proven to be a necessary step in the evolution of Project Frostelus, not just a beneficial, though unforeseen, side effect. For to achieve below… It moved on to words he couldn’t comprehend. But once again, there were the words Project Frostelus and whatever ABZIS was.

Sorilax looked at all the broken, glass vats. Large tubes ran along the ground, plugging into several locations on each vat where they weren’t damaged. Off to the side, Sorilax noted electric connectors just like he had seen in the vault that were connected to the Heartlights.

His Toa of Earth called him over. As Sorilax moved to him, his mouth opened in shock. One of the vats still held liquid, and in it was a Vortixx, Heartlight indicating he was dead. From his mouth and optics, ice spilled forth. Actually, upon closer inspection, it seemed as if his whole body had turned to ice. In one of the timelines, the Vortixx was a Matoran, then it shifted back to the Vortixx once more. He looked like he had been in pain when he died.

Was ABZIS a disease of some kind, pawned off as a power?

Suddenly his Toa of Earth was thrown into the vat, shattering it and knocking the lid on top of Sorilax, pinning him. Shouting ensued from his Toa as Sorilax struggled under the vat lid, before realizing he could just create a large hardlight hand and move it away.

As he stood, he saw his Toa fighting roughly a dozen shadowlings. At first it was an even fight, wind buffeting his Toa and the shadowlings hid behind their indestructible fields, but his Toa worked together flawlessly. All of their elements flew around the room, hitting shadowlings right as they came out of being indestructible. The shadowlings, when struck head on, dissipated with nary a sound, never to reappear.

Sorilax looked on in awe as the battle unfolded, not able to really do much to help out as everything was moving so quickly. Before he knew it, the fight was over, his Toa were victorious. They all smiled at each other, celebrating their victory. Sorilax was just glad they hadn’t died. He wasn’t sure if he could bring them back.

Eventually they all calmed down enough to start exploring again. As they continued to pick through the several stories of destroyed building, his Toa of Ice found something quite useful. It was a doorway labeled: To Observatory. Sorilax congratulated him, patting him on the back, “Good show, old chap!

They were able to follow a well marked route from there. It took them several hours of walking, but they were moving on their way, no more shadowlings in sight. Sorilax was feeling good. He had created Life and figured out his purpose at the same time. And his Toa were happy to be alive.

Along the way, an odd machine chimed out to them as they passed. Sorilax knew not what it was. In actuality it was a vending machine, though one for a sole product. Where one would insert widgets was instead a slot for a card. Above it read: For Authorized Personnel Only. The card slot had been ripped out and was hanging there from several wires. Two of the wires looked like they had been spliced into each other.

An odd, cheery voice spoke from the machine: “Ice is twice as nice! ABZIS can be used in the home or around the office. Don’t let your friends pass you by, ask your manager what you can do to get your own. If you help us on our way to achieving the Absolute, then you too can experience what all your friends are talking about. Remember, together we shall fall below zero.”

His Toa of Water pressed the large, color changing ABZIS button. The machine dinged, then deposited a large bottle of liquid with a way too big syringe on the end. The liquid remained the same color in all timelines, an ice cold light blue.

Before Sorilax could even begin to speculate on what its purpose could be, his Toa of Water lifted up her hand to reveal the small gap in her mechanical wrist where you could see her organic protodermis muscle beneath her wires and gears and shoved in the syringe. 

Oh, my!” Sorilax said in shock as the liquid in the bottle quickly drained.

As it emptied fully, his Toa of Water let the bottle fall to the icy ground, flexing her hand. She opened her mouth to say something, then tensed up as her body started to produce ice in large chucks from her left arm. She then started to spasm and Sorilax moved in to help in any way he could, but she held up a shaking hand to stop him. After a few moments, the ice fell away and she was back to normal. She panted as if she had just run for miles or been in a battle, but at least she was still alive.

Sorilax harrumphed in discontent, “Whatever caused you to pursue such a course of action?

The Ga-Toa stood up straight, flexing her left hand, “We need to learn everything about this place if we want to survive, right? I’m doing that, creator.

Sorilax didn’t like it, “Well I don’t like it. We could have figured things out some other way.

His Toa of Ice spoke up, “I agree with my sister, creator. We are here to serve you. After all, you gave us life. We would happily give up that life to ensure your safety. And knowledge is its own form of power.

That stung Sorilax a little bit. Give up their lives for his? That was so touching, and out of nowhere. He was not worthy to be praised or looked up to. He was just an Aspect applying his power while in this realm of possibilities. Sure, he had created them, but seemingly only through the power of the Far Shore, not under his own power.

He wanted to ponder this further, but his Ga-Toa raised her arm. Frost covered her hand and with a sound like an iceberg cracking apart, a white flash jumped from her fingertips. Where it struck the ground, a giant burst of ice formed, just like the ones he had seen damaging things throughout the entire building.

“Whoa!” She said in shock and with a little bit of joy, “Hey, I can control ice now, too!” She flexed her hand again, “It’s so weird. I can feel the power in my muscles. Kind of like my elemental energy, but it’s more of a physical feeling.

His Toa of Air moved over to hit the ABZIS button for himself, but Sorilax raised his long arm to stop him. As he did, the machine chimed again and spoke a different phrase: “ABZIS, or ABsolute Zero Integration System. Through the marvel of modern science, we have discovered how to create a material at absolute zero. And now you can hold that same power within yourself! Why let Ko-Toa have all the fun? Try ABZIS today! Just talk to your manager to see if you can qualify.”

Absolute zero? Sorilax didn’t like the sound of that, whatever it was. And he didn’t like that his Ga-Toa had just injected herself with it. But Life wasn’t about getting what you wanted, instead it was about choosing to react with the proper attitude. “Alright, well, you should study what you can do with that further, but I forbid anyone else from taking any.

The Toa of Air deflated, “Awwww.

Now let us venture forth. We need to find Sala before those shadows do.

So they journeyed onwards, the many corridors and shifting locations all covered in varying layers of ice and levels of destruction. Everything was empty and left in its place, as if the residents had simply vanished instantly. The massive skyscraper led them along for a while, all with markers pointing their way closer to the observatory. As walked, he wondered if perhaps there was a much more efficient way to get around these giant buildings. If there was, it most certainly wasn't self evident.

As they walked, every so often his Toa of Fire would raise the temperature to offer the other Toa a reprieve from the freezing cold. Electricity in the building worked, but for some reason none of the heaters did.

Eventually they were led to a flight of stairs that took them upward several stories. At the top, there was a door off to the right. Once they broke through the frozen doorway, they found themselves in the massive tunnel that Sorilax realized he had been in in Rahkshi form. They couldn’t see the one end so long and dark was the tunnel, but the other end was blindingly bright, the void of the giant telescope the only visible thing in the distance as they trudged near the opening.

As they climbed up the large snow drift to begin crossing to the next skyscraper, his Toa of Stone flew past him and off the edge of the snow bridge that sat atop the skyscraper connectors. His brown body was quickly lost to the blinding reflected white of outside.

Sorilax froze, mouth agape, not sure whether to feel loss or surprise. The action was so sudden, so devoid of noise that it didn’t seem real. Had it even happened? Was his mind playing tricks on him?

Then his Toa of Air was flung forward, though the Le-Toa was able to start flying. His Toa of Ice shouted a warning and his Toa of Water grabbed his arm, dragging him outside and into the light as his Toa of Ice yelled for her to get as far away as possible and keep him safe.

The Toa of Water gripped his arm and drug him through the giant hills of snow on the bridge despite his want to return to the sound of battle. His Toa of Air cried out a fierce war cry and swooped back into the obscuring black. It didn’t sound like things were going well and it looked like the entire tunnel was writhing and moving. Eventually, he and his Ga-Toa came to a slope that dropped them down and out of sight of the mouth of the tunnel. His Toa of Water continued to drag him forward. He stumbled as they moved, his optics having a hard time focusing as pain filled his soul.

Behind him in the pitch black of the tunnel he only heard screams.
 

OOC: Sorilax Far Shore Adventure Part 2

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

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IC: Waveahk (Kumu Peninsula, Shrine of Shadows) - Ghost Stories

"Oh, the minor issue that it was implanted in me without my full knowledge or consent. I wished - in my head, no less - for a drink of water, and some manner of weapon to get me out of the then perilous situation I was in. Whoever - or whatever - gave them to me was less... physical, than you two are. What do you make of it?"

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IC: Ostrox (Far Shore Rift, The Junkyard) - Ostrox’s Far Shore Adventure, Part 3

The trek to ship was an illuminating one, at the very least.

"This is the Junkyard, as I said. Part of the delightful little island of Ragboda. This is where the outside world sends all it finds useless - metal, plastics, glass, animals... people. You’re lucky you ended up in the part they send metal to, and not anywhere else. My iron powers aren’t much use in the Fleshyard."

That brought back memories of the Cortex. A tunnel was bad enough, but an entire landscape made out of discarded flesh? He decided not to press that line of questioning. "What sort of society creates this much waste?"

"'A prosperous one', so Farros would say. He’s the one who tried to kill you, back there. He’s in charge of the Junkyard. I’m Fera, by the way."

"Named for your elements, I see. I am usually referred to as 'Ostrox'. Universally. So, a man made of junk gets put in charge of 'the Junkyard'? That sets an unfortunate stereotype."

That got a brief chuckle out of her. "Not junk." She corrected. "He’s made of magnetic force. He IS magnetism. As I am iron. When the Turaga put us in charge of this dump, he said that we would have to 'give up our physical form to become one with the Great Powers', yadda yadda yadda. Pretentious old fart. Farros believed every word he said." Her words seemed angry, but there was a touch of sadness and regret in it as well. "And so did I..."

"So, not that I’m making a fuss over it, but why exactly was a Matoran - well, half a Matoran - doing in this glorified landfill? And how did you manipulate my sword? It's made of protosteel, not one atom of iron to be found-"

"Oh, that's a... little trick I picked up. As for your first question: who knows? Criminals, the terminally ill, the homeless, the physically impaired, political dissidents, disobedient slaves - not of any use? A threat to 'Matoran prosperity'? You get shipped here. In theory, you’re supposed to go to the Fleshyard, but since Farros and the others just kill whoever they come across, they’re not overly choosy about where they dump you."

"I see. Inanimate objects are given more care than living people. That’s how it usually goes in Matoran society..."

"Why did you hurt him?"

An awkward silence. "Hmm?"

"I am iron incarnate, buster. I can feel every step you’re taking right now, don’t think you can hide it from me!"

"You’re bringing this up now? Your priorities seem to be-"

"Yeah, I’m bringing this up now! He had done nothing to you! He was as much a victim as you are! There’s plenty of reasons to hate us, I get it. Not all those on the Haven quite appreciate me looking out for them, but-"

"Oh look. We’re here already." They were right outside the airship Fera called 'the Haven', now. Ostrox felt a funny feeling, like the one he got from the cylinder, wash over him as they approached. The vessel was clearly not in any shape to fly, but it seemed structurally intact enough. Adorning the walls were various graffiti - 'ELEMENT FREAKS KEEP OUT' and 'YOUR PROSPERITY IS A LIE' were among the least profane.

"So... do we knock?"

 

IC: NU-8020S (Kini-Koro) - Don't Waste My Time

Within the withered fleshbag’s ramblings there was a small glimmer of intelligence - if NU-8020S had grown into something more, then logically, in time, the others would do so as well. In time.

"Interesting. Tell me, what is your estimation as to the amount of time it will take for this 'revolution'?"

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IC: Sidra The Far Shore

 

Silver Sea

The Kanohi Dragon’s massive tail slashed through the water.

It was closer to the heat, but there was still a great distance to cover. Now it remembered this place and the little ones who lived in it. The dragon had been here before, long before so many buildings had crowded together on the island. It had come to feed then, too, but the inhabitants had caused it pain. Flying over the city would just invite them to do it again.

Then it would not fly, it decided. Although the cold water was uncomfortable and swimming not its favoured means of transport, it would stay under the water. It would find a way to the heat without the little ones noticing.

Then, when its strength had returned, old scores would be settled.

* * *

Seagate

Takea and seabirds wrestled over the remains of Dume’s doomed messengers, stirring the shattered scrap that had been their boats. Other unfortunate vessels that had passed by, towards or away from Metru Nui, had met with similar fates, their ruined remnants sinking slowly below the surface.

From the cockpit of his airship, the Dark Hunter known as Eliminator watched on in disinterest. He could strike down a Toa with a single blow and annihilate entire squads of Vahki at once; obliterating pitiful Matoran was beneath him.

But it was a necessary task, and one that was almost over.

He’d heard the explosions in the distance, seen the plumes of water spattering skyward. Assuming Avak hadn’t screwed up the calculations again, that meant the Kanohi Dragon was now free. Soon the plan would advance to its next phase, and his talents would finally be put to good use.

Sure enough, he soon received a message from Lariska. The dragon is loose. Meet us at Coliseum, and pick up Avak on the way if you can find out where he’s floundering.

Settling into the too-small pilot’s seat, the massive Dark Hunter hunched over the controls and accelerated towards Metru Nui.

* * *

Le-Metru

Sidra – soaked to the skin and gasping for breath – materialised from amid the shadowed confines of the chute station that had first brought her to Le-Metru earlier that day. The station was empty now, not a soul in sight to see her sprawl to the floor with a comical splat, seawater sloshing around her.

Shaking, she forced herself to her feet long enough to stagger over to a seat and slump down in it. Her breaths came out ragged and sparse, punctuated by the occasional wet cough as she regurgitated more of the Silver Sea.

She’d failed.

The Kanohi Dragon was free, and en-route to Metru Nui. There were at least four Dark Hunters still in play, perhaps more if Avak was still alive or there were others in the city that Lariska hadn’t mentioned. Dweller seemed like a likely candidate, depending on whether he'd been sent to spy on the city in this timeline. And of course, there was no ignoring the fact that Sidra had nearly died. Again.

Once upon a time, a brush with death wouldn’t have bothered her. She’d lost count of the number of close scrapes she escaped over the centuries. But after NUVA, after Wairuha, she was all the more aware of her own mortality. Most beings never came back from death, but she’d already done it twice. She wasn’t so self-important to believe that she’d be granted a third chance. What would even happen if she died in the Far Shore? Would she be spat back out in the state she’d been when she arrived? Or would she stay gone, alone and lifeless and lost forever with no way for anyone to ever know what became of her?

She didn’t want to find out.

She didn’t want to think about it.

She didn’t want to deal with any of this.

She wanted to walk away, and leave the Dragon and Dark Hunters to their work.

But the portal had placed her on a collision course with this whole karzing mess of a situation. Someone or something – probably the same force that had been plaguing her existence with coincidences for more than a month now – had wanted her to be in this place, in this timeline. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. She didn’t have anyone else to turn to. She didn’t have a way to return home. She didn’t have a choice.  

The Matoran had a word for that, one they stupidly raised up as a virtue instead of fearing it as the inescapable fate that it was. Destiny.

And now Sidra was caught in its clutches.

She rose unsteadily to her feet, her palms slipping on the bench a few times as she tried to push herself upright. Her hands were still shaking, both from the cold and… more.

Focus. She closed her eyes, thinking back to her time with the Dark Hunters. Back to the moments of comradery and mirth between missions, sparring and training and day-drinking over the tales of missions past. Remember the story. What happened next?

And then the earth shook, and she remembered.

* * *

The Archives

The Kanohi Dragon smashed through an intricate series of suboceanic chutes, then battered its way through the thick walls of the Metru Nui Archives.

Matoran scrambled down to investigate the source of the terrible crash and flooding. As soon as they saw the monstrous Rahi that had broken in, they scrambled back up again as fast as their legs could carry them.

The dragon didn’t care anything about them, not yet. Its goal was the source of heat, which was still some distance away. Rather than go aboveground, it made its way through the lowest levels of the Archives.

* * *

Coliseum

Lariska, Eliminator, Reidak, Vezok, and Avak flew through a city filled with chaos. It had been nearly two hours since they’d freed the dragon, and the chaos it was unleashing beneath the city was already making itself manifest.

Gas lines ignited beneath homes and businesses, structures shook as their foundations were broken or melted, and rahi rampaged through the city as the intense heat the dragon gave off sent them scurrying from their subterranean hiding places.

It was exactly the kind of carnage the Shadowed One had demanded.

The airship came down to land near the Coliseum. With the Vahki spread thin with the evacuations in Onu, Ko, and Le Metrus, and now the damage being done below ground, the heart of the city was nearly unguarded. The Vahki that weren’t already assigned elsewhere were swarming towards airships and chute stations that led to Ta-Metru, the Kanohi Dragon’s obvious destination.

Lariska cartwheeled down the ramp, eager to stretch her limbs after the cramped airship ride. As she sprang to her feet on the street, she took a deep breath, exalting in the heavy scent of smoke and success on the air. Great cracks had formed in the pavement surrounding the Coliseum, belching forth smoke from the burning Archives below.

“Alright rahi-bones, we’ve got work to do,” she twirled back around towards her companions as they too disembarked from the airship. “Eliminator and I are hitting the Hive. You three wait here for nightfall… then you can go tell the Turaga who owns this city.”  

 

* * *

The Archives

Dweller followed in the dragon’s wake, his mental powers allowing him to monitor the beast’s progress from a safe distance. Though it was already hundreds of bio ahead of him and growing further away still, the tunnel it left in its wake was still searingly hot, the rock retaining the growing heat put off by the beast’s body. Spot fires swirled and sparked where the dragon’s path had intersected with equipment and machinery and people.

It wasn’t too long before the archives were evacuated and emptied, only the immense consciousness of the distant dragon and meagre dreams of the rahi in stasis remaining to keep Dweller company. As he walked, Dweller sent regular updates to Lariska via his iStone, informing her of the dragon’s progress… though he suspected it would be obvious enough to anyone above.

But then he felt another mind, somewhere behind him. One that was familiar… and not. It felt like Lariska’s lackey Skirmisher, the one who'd apparently turned traitor, but she burned bright and blinding like a beacon, giving off an incredible degree of psionic power that put his own limited abilities to shame. He reached out, tried to scan her mind, but she rebuffed and reversed the intrusion, following it back to pry into his mind. Shattering his mental defences with the strength and ferocity of a Ce-Skakdi duo, she sifted through his thoughts, saw through his eyes- and then she was gone.

Gone from his head.

Gone from the Archives.

Gone from… everywhere.

He couldn’t sense her at all anymore.

Dweller slumped against the sizzling stone of the tunnel wall, his skull throbbing from the unexpected assault. He didn’t understand. How had Skirmisher become so powerful? Where had she gone? Why was she in the city? What had made her turn against the Dark Hunters?

He never got to find out.

Sidra materialised in front of him, having shadow-travelled to where he’d been looking when she’d seen through his eyes. She had a seismic pickaxe in her hands, its sawing edge already slicing forth, and the last thing Dweller ever saw were his own feet as his severed head plopped to the ground beside them.

* * *

Ta-Metru

The Vahki proved to be no more than an annoyance for the Kanohi Dragon. The heat generated by the now fully thawed creature melted most of the city’s guardians. The rest fell to its claws and teeth.

It moved unopposed to the area just below Ta-Metru, and once it was beneath the source of greatest heat, it smashed its way through the ceiling.

The dragon found itself in the heart of the Great Furnace. Matoran scattered in panic as it plunged into the flames.

* * *

Central Hive

The Zadakh squads were restless.

They were runners, fighters, the strongest and fastest of the Vahki. They wanted to be on the frontlines with the units combating the dragon. But they’d been instructed to continue guarding the Coliseum and its essential subterranean systems – the Central Vahki Hive, the Kanoka storage rooms, and the generator that powered all of Metru Nui – for if the Coliseum fell, so too would the city.

As the Vahki patrolled the chamber, their complex optics registered that the room was growing dimmer, the shadows seeming to shift unnaturally. That, accompanied with the furtive footfalls of an unseen being that their audio receptors were registering, raised their status to high alert.

Several of them raised their staves or summoned Kanoka, and began moving towards the sound, but it was too little, too late.

The immense figure of Eliminator released the cloak of shadows that had hidden him from sight as he’d slipped into the room, and stepped towards the Vahki. The four Kanoka mounted on his back – and those in the jaws of the Vahki – grew hot as he drew upon their power, drawing their energies together into a crackling orb of lighting-like light between his hands. The Vahki chattered amongst themselves in hyper-fast Matoran, and a Brood Mother stepped forward, issuing an order for Eliminator to surrender as she charged up her stun staffs.

Eliminator responded simply by turning his clenched hands towards the Vahki and opening his palms. Crackling arcs of lightning leapt forth from his claws, lashing across the room and striking down each Vahki where they stood, even those still hibernating in their charging cradles, the torrents of raw power obliterating the circuitry of their neuro-cores. The drained Kanoka fell to the floor, cracking apart on impact.

“A nice warmup,” Lariska slipped into the chamber, shivering at the tingling sensation of the lingering static energy in the air. “Crack open the storage room. It’s time for the main event.” She closed the door behind her, using a dropped Vahki staff to barricade the handles. More Vahki would no doubt be on their way soon enough, assuming there were any left to spare.

Behind her, Eliminator set to work ripping open the door to one of the rooms where the Vahki summoned their Kanoka from. Inside, rack upon rack of powerful disks lined the walls, all hooked up to teleportation equipment. He set to work ripping the banks of disks free and piling them onto the carts the Matoran used to bring them into the storage room. And once the carts were full, he and Lariska dragged them into the generator room.

“Stand back,” he warned, kicking over one of the carts and scattering the Kanoka across the floor. “I’ve never tried something this big before.”

“Oh no, I’ll be standing outside,” Lariska was already clambering up towards a ventilation shaft that would allow her to scurry back to the surface without contending with any Vahki reinforcements, “I’m not sticking around to see if you blow yourself up. Good luck.”

Once she was gone, Eliminator raised his hands, applying his power to harness and combine the power of Kanoka to all of the disks around him. He nearly blacked out in the first moment from the sheer volume of power that abruptly flooded his body, but he held on, fighting past the pain to raise his hands, aim them at the city’s power generator, and unleash the immense wave of energy directly into the power grid.

Lights and machinery exploded around him as the power surge ripped through the generator, burning it out in an instant and surging through the rest of the city. Eliminator sunk to his knees, clutching his blistered hands to his chest as the room fell dark around him. In subsection hives throughout the city, hundreds of Vahki were baked in their cradles. Entire districts went dark as their factories and facilities shut down. Chutes sputtered to a halt, leaving thousands stranded mid-transit. In one fell blow, the Dark Hunters had reduced the City of Legends to a city without light.

* * *

Coliseum

The roars of the Kanohi Dragon sliced through the skies as Sidra clawed her way up out of the Archives and staggered towards the Coliseum. Flakes of ash drifted on the air like a grim grey snow, contrasting with the flickering flames.

She felt exhausted, physically and psychologically. The only time she remembered feeling worse than this was when she’d died trying to open the bunker at Kini-Nui. She’d been on tough missions before, but never such a prolonged pursuit in some inhospitable conditions.

Her search for the Kanohi Dragon belowground was well and truly over. Molten protodermis from the ruptured furnaces of Ta-Metru was flowing through the tunnels, burning the city from below. Tongues of flame and plumes of smoke erupted from the growing cracks in the streets, making even traversing the city a challenge, since the position of the cracks seemed to shift along with every other detail of the city.

The Vahki that hadn’t been disabled by the power surge wandered the streets like zombies, dazed and directionless without a network to coordinate or orders to follow. The air was filled with the sounds of screaming and crying, as Matoran scrambled for safety, or writhed where they lay. The suns were setting, and the streets were staying dark, only the fire bleeding up from below offering any illumination to those still unfortunate enough to be caught somewhere that didn’t have a backup generator. Though Karzahni was one of the few islands in this universe that Sidra had never visited, she imagined it was very much like this.

As she drew near the Coliseum gates, a voice called out from before her.

“Skirmisher!”

A teal-clad figure Sidra knew all too well emerged from the gloom, throwing daggers glistening in each hand. She moved like a wraith through the smoke, darting and leaping over the flaming cracks in the ground. Lariska was fresh for a fight, eager to eliminate the traitor she herself had brought into the organisation.

“Why?” Lariska demanded, stopping a few bio ahead of her. “Why did you betray us? Why did you betray me?”

“This isn’t personal,” Sidra sighed, coming to a stop as well. She drew her own dagger, letting it hang at her side. "You aren't supposed to be here."

“What are you talking about? This is my mission, my moment!” Lariska snarled. “You’re the one who's not supposed to be here!”

“You hate The Shadowed One,” Sidra scoffed. “He cut your karzing arm off! How is helping him take over the city your moment?”  

“You think he’s going to pack up and relocate our entire operation here? No, he’ll do what he always does, stay safe and secure on Odina while we bleed and battle in his name. So who’ll run this city for him? Who’ll do all of the hard work while he sits back and reaps the rewards? Me. And you want to know who was going to be my right hand?”

“I don’t want to rule,” Sidra said. “I doubt you do, either.”

“No. I want to be free,” Lariska emphasised the words by spreading her arms wide, as if to embrace the open space of the city around her, “Free to call the shots, to run things the way I want to, out from under the old man’s thumb. And I won’t let you ruin that.”

Before Sidra could reply, Lariska’s daggers – glistening with poison – flashed through the air towards her. She deflected them with telekinesis, then flung her own dagger at Lariska, who expertly caught it with her mechanical hand and tossed it aside. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” Lariska leapt at her.

She never reached Sidra. Instead she stumbled straight into Sidra’s memories, as the NUVA brought her psionic powers to bear against her former mentor.

 

The Grand Untethered began to sing with guttural tones. It sang in discordant voices, all singing different songs and different parts. Each song was unique, and each song only existed in accordance with the others. The hands atop of the Grand Untethered reached for the fireball. They extended their fingers towards it. They were moths to a flame, and the light called them home.

One of the hands touched the underside of the fireball. It burned away, turning to charcoal before it could finish its task. Then another touched, and another, until at last one hand grasped the bottom of the flame’s range. Torch found his own elemental energy siphoned out of him as a presence entered his mind. He felt deeply seen and fully drained, and he buckled to his knees to wretch into the swamp as his energy left him.

The massive fireball became tiny, a single bead of compressed heat and potential floating mere inches above the hand extending into the air. Then it released in an instant as blinding light.

Grey steam rose from the sinkhole.

A familiar being crawled out, her tall figure splashing through the water and her hands twisted above the water line in search of something stable to grasp. Her body burned and steaming, she fell forward into Sidra’s arms before the mercenary could protest. A single hand caressed Sidra’s chin. Sidra couldn’t look away. She couldn't be here. How could she look away? How could she be here?

“I’m so… proud of…”

Lariska’s body melted into silver protodermis and dispersed into the waters of the swamp.

 

Lariska stumbled to a stop in front of Sidra, staring at her hands. “What- how- what the karz was that?” Her eyes were wide and wild from fear and confusion. “What did you do to me?”

“I showed you the future. Your future.”

“No!” Lariska shrieked, whipping out another dagger with her mechanical hand and stabbing it at Sidra.

Sidra was ready for it. Her arm was already raised to grab Lariska’s wrist, and her other hand was outstretched to receive a fallen dagger that she was pulling back towards her with telekinesis. She caught it and whipped it towards Lariska, who managed to grab her wrist, leaving them in stalemate. A stalemate that wouldn't last long, given that Lariska was better rested, and Sidra was tired from several fights and the trudge through the burning Archives.

“I taught you everything you know,” Lariska snarled, “You really think you can best me?”

“Not everything.”

Sidra’s mask glowed momentarily, and the nektann drones hanging from her belt unfolded from their ball forms, firing their weapons straight up at Lariska’s face. The Dark Huntress recoiled with a cry, releasing Sidra’s wrist to shield her own face… leaving an easy opening for Sidra to swipe the dagger – one of Lariska’s – across her mentor’s open palm.  

That was all it took.

Lariska felt it immediately, sinking to one knee as the poison that coated her blades took hold. Her dagger clattered to the ground. Tears tracked down her cheeks from the singes near her eyes. Her tortured expression was one of confusion, hate... and fear. 

“How…” she stammered, “I don’t…what are you?”

Sidra abandoned the poisoned blade, drew her own dagger back to her, and returned it to its sheath. “Honestly, I don’t know anymore. Goodbye, Lariska.” She started to stride past her fallen mentor, but Lariska’s bloodied hand caught her own. “You’re too late. Dume is… surrendering the city to us… right now. Whatever you were hopin-”

Sidra didn’t hear the rest. She'd already pulled her hand away and started running. 

She knew the story. She knew Dume. He was never going to surrender.

* * *

Dume’s Office

As darkness fell on Metru Nui, it was a city in fear. Fires had spread out of control in Ta Metru. The streets were littered with pieces of the mechanical Vahki. Matoran were gathering weapons and preparing to make a futile attack on the dragon.

Turaga Dume sat in his chamber in the Coliseum, brooding on the fate of his city. A slight shift in the atmosphere of the room told him he was no longer alone.

“Having a bad day?” asked Vezok.

Dume looked up at the three Dark Hunters who had invaded his sanctum. A lesser being would have fled at the sight. But Dume had been a Toa and later a Turaga for centuries. His heart knew no fear.

“I should have guessed,” he said, rising. “The Kanohi Dragon is the weapon, but the hand that wields it belongs to the Shadowed One.”

“It’s a real shame what’s happening out there,” said Reidak. “It sure would be awful if the Kanohi Dragon trashed Ta-Metru. Would be even worse if something like this happened every week.”

“It should be obvious the Vahki can’t protect you,” Vezok added. “Work with us, and you won’t have to worry about this sort of thing anymore.”

A cold silence descended on the room. Dume turned his back on the Dark Hunters, deep in thought. The seconds dragged by. Then the leader of Metru Nui spoke once more.

“Get out.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Avak snarled. “A big mistake.”

Dume ignored him and locked eyes with Vezok. “I’ll see this city reduced to rubble… with not even two bricks still together… before I’ll let your kind take root here.”

“Now you’re not thinking about the best interests of your city,” Vezok replied. He raised his harpoon weapon and aimed it at Dume. “Maybe it’s time Metru Nui had new leadership.”

The stinging sliver of silver streaked across the chamber, skewering Dume where he stood and changing the fate of Metru Nui forever.

 

OOC: Part 4 of 5 of Sidra’s Far Shore Adventure.

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IC: Okuo - Metru-Koro

Okuo leaned back against the bulkhead behind him, sighing and closing his eyes. All that strife, repairing the machine, putting the disks together, sending Tuyet on her way, none of it had helped. The timeline, a paradox, was still collapsing. Timelines... He was reminded of what he'd heard of that Nuju guy in Kini-Nui, with his portal and talk of universes and makoki stones or whatever they were called. A distant beach or something... no, wasn't it... the Far coast? Bay? Shore? The Far Shore. Yes, that sounded right. Perhaps that was connected. Perhaps there was still something that could be done. "Tuyet... you know anything about Nuju and the Far Shore?"

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IC Kanohi - Kini-Nui

Kanohi looked away, unable to match Stannis’s gaze. “You … you … I am s-s-sorry, you are right. I kind of w-wish you were not though. The Vahki saved the Matoran of Po-Koro during the flood, we owe them. And even if we did not, it … it feels wrong to let them remain slaves.” He shuddered briefly, drumming his armor made of masks.

I … forgive me for my rudeness, everyone. I … I know the Vahki were … in Metru-Nui, they could be … overzealous, I f-felt it firsthand. B-but, I have to believe they can change. And the Vahki of Tobruk-Koro have changed. I … if they can change, so can we.

The Councilor continued, “B-but … peace has finally been brokered for the first time in millennia, I-I cannot throw it away. It would be i-irresponsible. Monstrous. So many have died already, and so many more would die. And there are already few of us left. I … I cannot be rash. B-but the order of slavery is no peace at all. It … it’s wrong. But I cannot break the truce, not with so few l-left to fight. I … I do not want to be like the Late Turaga.

It’s … I’m sorry this is obvious to all present, b-but to lead right now, it f-feels like I am standing between a Nui-Kopen and a Nui-Rama. No path is safe, no path is good. B-but I still have to decide on one choice.

He bowed low to Councilor NU, “I am sorry that we might need to wait. I … I am so sorry. But we can still prepare and plan at least, for this revolution. Even if it comes long after I am dead and you have a new co-councilor to deal with. H-hopefully it will be a lot sooner than that, though. I … s-sorry.

Then Kanohi swallowed, “Toa Stannis, I know I am naive and a fool. Th-thank you for being honest, as much as I do not like this truth, I needed to h-hear this. Do you think it is possible to request Aurax loosen his grip on the Vahki? Maybe through diplomacy? Likewise, do you think we could set up a Hive here or in Tobruk-Koro, to allow the Vahki who do defect from the League and rebel to find a home here?

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IC: Knichou, Kini-Koro outskirts

Knichou's eyes evaded Stannis's, moving to the grass between them as soon as the wanderer's glance arrived. He was silent for a few moments, paying no attention to what the automaton even asked the Toa of stone.

Almost everything Stannis said was reasonable. Were the situation different, Knichou might have been swayed by the elder's wisdom. But Stannis's words just as easily confirmed what Knichou already knew - Aurax wasn't an ally, not even Stannis's taboo magic could change that. This was more proof that Stannis knew just as well as Knichou did that Aurax could never truly be an ally, and could easily become an enemy again.

This island harbored many enemies already - groups of natives and massive beasts that had raided the Matoran before. They would come again, Knichou was sure of it. When those threats arrived on Kini-Koro's doorstep, the matoran would find that Aurax's ambivalence was just as destructive as his wrath. The best aid they could hope for would be merely a cynical power play, yet another scheme for Aurax to seize more power with by coming to the rescue when the Matoran were at their weakest and could no longer resist his rule. Sitting contently by like Dume, coddling the matoran into a belief that they were safe from the threats outside of their city's gates... that was far more dangerous in the long term than Aurax's blind rage.

The best chance for matoran survival was with Nuparu's robot guardians at their command. This was the best time to wrestle control of the Vahki - before the larger threats Stannis and Kanohi worried of had their chance to strike and cripple Kini-Koro's defenders. Stannis saw the great risk - and there was a great risk by this raid, assuredly - but Knichou suspected that the elder was blinded to how possible this raid was at succeeding. Stannis was an old man with no knack for technology, easily being tricked into believing that Nuparu's machines were actually sentient and would somehow rise up against their master. The wanderer was out of his element here, still living in the stone age with the belief that his dark magic could protect the Matoran more than their own craftsmanship and ingenuity.

Stannis would defend the matoran in his own ways, as he had done before with Knichou's people. The wanderer fought the battles that he knew he needed to fight, time and again. Cooperating with Dume's army when their goals coincided with his, but going in alone even if they did not support his mission. Perhaps this time, this was the Ghost's fight. Stannis had his mind set on guarding the matoran from otherworldly beings, chasing ancient relics, for that was the wizard's way of defending the matoran. Perhaps that would keep the matoran safe, but if the wanderer was wrong or failed, the matoran would need another method of defense. The vahki would be that barrier, Knichou would ensure it.

Knichou listened as Kanohi capitulated. The matoran was a leader now, but his true nature hadn't changed. The specter of war overwhelmed the fe-matoran, and he clung to the safety of continuing to guide the matoran along the same path as they had been on. But the Ghost had only known war. The Nynran's inaction had cost him everything before, and he would do all he could to prevent a similar fate occurring again. It couldn't happen again. Not when so much was at stake.

And so it was that Knichou stood still, giving the waving grasses a brooding stare, already beginning to plan the operation that he was now absolutely sure would take place.

After all... what could better convince Aurax that Knichou went rogue than it being the truth?

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Fire Suva, Ash Barrens

Mahrika’s continued persistence revealed no mystical voice in her head. 

  • There was one doorway facing true north.
  • Builders believed in cycles, and circles were sacred.
  • The last suva she assisted with involved the telling of time
  • There were three colored rings that matched three colored facial features on the busts.
  • Having tried lining the rings up with the doors multiple times offered no solution.

She felt pretty confident this time...

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IC Mahrika - The Suva of Fire

The Desecrated Ga-Matoran paced back and forth. What was she not getting? She still could not hear the voice of the Suva, nor her big brother for that matter—

Tuakana. Their goal was to become the god of time, to destroy death. The last Suva involved the passage of time, and cycles, she recalled circles and cycles were vaguely important, if it was about time, perhaps this Suva was meant to resemble something like a sundial. But more like the mechanisms of the Vahki corpse she scavenged her Kanoka from. A clock.

If the red North door, if that was significant, maybe it was meant to recall the 12:00 setting on an analog clock. So then Cream would be at 4:00, and Green at 8:00. And if she took those doors as the starting places to move the rings, and if she moved them by the hour, based off the numbers in the statues…

Mahrika moved the Red Ring to face the 4:00 position, the Cream to face 6:00, and the Green to face 9:00. Would this finally work?

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IC: Tuyet | Metru-Koro

“Call me a hypocrite, but you may be jumping ahead a little too fast,” Tuyet said in response to Okuo’s question. “Let’s get back to that, but you, “she gestured with a nod towards Xaril, “just said Pridak’s dead and it’s been a month. So a Toa rules Metru-Nui again, but for the League? That’s just wrong. Not like wrong in a this shouldn’t be happening oh no the time continuum kinda vibe, but like in a  toa shouldn’t be leading the League kinda vibe, you know. I mean, aren’t you all against the whole chosen matoran belief system? Didn’t you all have this stick up your collective exhaust vents that you didn’t want to just do your job like the rest of us?”

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Fire Suva, Ash Barrens

The red ring gave a soft clicking sound as it rested in its place. Mahrika noticed the little nub become flush with the rest of the ring. A success! The other two rings continued to spin freely, and the nub was still present. 

She was feeling really good about her discovery.

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IC Mahrika - The Suva of Fire

Mahrika leapt with relief, before nearly stumbling under the weight of the sword on her back. She recovered, and began to massage Vokarda with one hand and her mask with the other. What was she missing?

12:00, most clocks started at that position, right? She couldn’t recall, she did not think her tribe typically possessed that kind of technology, the only clock they had made was from Vokarda, after she had reverse-engineered one that had been traded to their village. She was always been good at tinkering, it’s how she made Mahrika’s telescopic lens.

The Desecrated Ga-Matoran shook her head, she needed to focus. If the other doors were not the starting positions for their rings, then she needed to start from 12:00. She slid the Cream Ring to the 2:00 position, and the green ring to the 1:00 position. Was she still on the right track?

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Fire Suva, Ash Barrens

The two other nubs on the two other rings became flush, sinking away and locking the final two rings in place atop the suva. Mahrika realized she’d done it -- she’d solved a suva puzzle!

The same voice echoed in her mind as she felt the presence of something coming online in the small suva temple. The air hummed with activity, and Mahrika felt an itch on the back of her neck. Sure enough, Mahrika and Ollem heard the familiar voice in their mind:

 

New user Mahrika registered. New user Ollem registered. This suva contains the following items:

  • Mask of Shielding, origin Forgemaster Dume, power to protect the wearer with a field of pure elemental energy drawn from the wearer.
  • Mask of Quick Travel, origin Chronicler Icarax, power to teleport the wearer, their possessions, and up to one willing companion and their possessions the wearer can touch, anywhere within the wearer’s immediate line of sight. The further the distance, the less safe the landing. 
  • Flame Sword, origin unknown, ability to conjure bursts of elemental flame along the blade, hurl fireballs, and heat objects on contact.
  • A crumpled up piece of paper, origin unknown, heavily used

 

OOC: congrats on the solve, @Burnmad and @Harvali. :D 

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IC Mahrika - The Suva of Fire

Mahrika let out a cheer, proclaiming, “Vokarda, we did it!” She then winced and looked around, but Ollem was not currently in sight. She … she should be more careful. Or just, she could bite the bullet and tell him she served a trickster spirit who wanted to command all of time to make death meaningless, and that her girlfriend was living inside her as a slug. One or the other.

The Desecrated Ga-Matoran shook her head, and focused at the contents of the Suva though. A sword with elemental powers? That … that was incredible. C-could she wield it? And if she traded the azure sword for it, then she likely would learn of any abilities the Azure Sword has. Though her curiosity was piqued for something else too, what exactly was that piece of paper?

She paused, and dug into her sewing supplies. She did not exactly have a piece of paper free, but she had something not too dissimilar. Unholstering the sword on her back, she attempted to exchange a piece of cloth for the paper, as well as the azure sword for this Flame Sword

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IC: FIRE SUVA INVENTORY | Fire Suva, Ash Barrens

Item Deposited:

  • Unidentified Sword.
  • A piece of cloth, origin unknown, a plant-based fabric.

Item Deducted:

  • Flame Sword, origin unknown, ability to conjure bursts of elemental flame along the blade, hurl fireballs, and heat objects on contact.

Current Inventory:

  • Mask of Shielding, origin Forgemaster Dume, power to protect the wearer with a field of pure elemental energy drawn from the wearer.
  • Mask of Quick Travel, origin Chronicler Icarax, power to teleport the wearer, their possessions, and up to one willing companion and their possessions the wearer can touch, anywhere within the wearer’s immediate line of sight. The further the distance, the less safe the landing. 
  • Crystal Blade of the Archipelago, origin Forgemaster Mata-Nui, capable of harming intangible beings of shadow.
  • A crumpled up piece of paper, origin unknown, heavily used.
  • A piece of cloth, origin unknown, a plant-based fabric.

OOC: @Harvali, you'll need to actually use paper for this getting that note out. You may add the below to Mahrika's Profile.

Crystal Blade of the Archipelago (Legendary Weapon, Long Sword): these beautiful blades of azure antidermis crystal hold a dark past. When an aspect of makuta is struck by a Crystal Blade of the Archipelago, they are removed from whatever being or form they possess and are forced into their original gaseous state. This blade can also harm an aspect of makuta while in their gaseous state.

 

IC: The Rock Rahi | Kumu Peninsula

The three stood by the rock, some more happy with themselves than others. The rock rahi was also one of the happy ones.

“So where are we going,” asked the rock. Clods of dirt rolled around its base as it slowly turned, as if to look at Tekmo, Whira, and Cravious all in turn. “I’m very hungry, and there just aren’t enough things to eat in the green pools where I came from.”

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IC Mahrika - The Suva of Fire

Mahrika optics widened, but not at her new Flame Sword. No this … this blade, she had not even considered that she held a weapon that could be wielded against Aspects. This … this changed the scenario completely.

Focusing, the Desecrated Ga-Matoran reached out through her mind to the Aspect Tuakana. “Brother Tuakana, we need to talk. This is urgent. I have discovered a blade that can harm your people. It was build by a Forgemaster, I … I can hardly believe it, but I believe its creator is the giant whose massive head lays on our island. The lesser spirit Mata-Nui.” 

She paused to swing the Flame Sword. It felt lighter than the Legendary Blade, like embers drifting on the wind. She continued, “When an Aspect is hit by this Crystal Blade, they are knocked out of their current body. And their gaseous form can be harmed by the blade, once they have been expelled from their body.

Mahrika swallowed, “W-would you want this blade? To wield against other tricksters? I … I can tell you how to unlock it, though you will need a sword to a trade for it. I … I have a sword I could trade, but I suspect the other sword will be more useful to me.” As she spoke the Flame Sword’s blade erupted in flames, the air around it rippling like the fumes from an oil stove. Her optics widened, and her telescopic lens peered up and down the blade in awe. 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Eyru For reference, the events Mahrika is participating in still take place during the time skip before the game started. But yeah, she’s got to talk to her boss about this.

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IC: Tuyet | Metru-Koro

"Aren’t you all against the whole chosen matoran belief system? Didn’t you all have this stick up your collective exhaust vents that you didn’t want to just do your job like the rest of us?”

IC: Xaril - Metru-Koro

"I never had an oppressive "duty" forced upon me, like some in the League. I didn't join for the politics or ideologies, and I don't care who leads," he replied. "They gave me a place, and a purpose, and that's enough for me." 

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IC: The Administrator | Elemental Temple Ruins of Stone (Tobduk-Koro)

“The purpose of this temple was to cut the darkness from Builders, leaving only the light. This particular temple was built by Pohatu. This was before my time. It was then modified after the arrival of the Great Spirit of Nightmares. This was when I arrived. The Builders saw me for what I was: true and pure. They invited me into their temples, and now I am the Administrator. Now Atamai NUVA is all alight, and Arkius NUVA Proxima is awakened in the eyes of the Krom.

“Unexpected is a correct assessment. Without data of a successful NUVA implementation I was unable to determine what side effects may occur. I have found stating undetermined information can be damaging to an individual’s psychological state, so I omitted such a mention before the NUVA implementation was conducted. Perhaps not ethical by your standards, but I am not bound by such regulations. Besides, it’s all science in the end. Sometimes it is important to have a control group of ignorant breathers.”

The Admin fell silent for a moment. It got rather quiet. Then, when Collector considered the Administrator had forsaken the temple forever, the Administrator continued;

“A lack of prayer led to my eventual decay. Like a tree in Winter, I chose to disconnect parts of the network that demanded power but had not been accessed for several thousand years. Unfortunately, I was unaware I would be unable to remotely reconnect. Consider it an oversight in my design. I am remotely accessing all these temples, and each requires prayer and input to reconnect.”

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IC: Tuyet | Metru-Koro

“Okay then, stay in denial for all I care,” Tuyet snapped back at Xaril’s declaration of individuality. He sounded like every other League soldier she’d met who declared they were free because a higher power told them to go fight and die with honor. He was the one with the airship anyways, so she tried not to take the bait and fight about it. She really tried.

“So, The League’s got no idea what it is now. Neat. I guess that’s freedom for ya. Back to you then, something about Nuju and a far shore? I know Nuju. He was a scholar in Ko-Metru, kinda shady but not like a bad matoran. He and Nidhiki were close, so maybe he’s bad by association? I've never heard of a Far Shore though. Is it like a resort or something? Also, isn't this an airship, shouldn't we be like flying somewhere or something?"

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IC: Nale Vella - Kini-Koro

Nale took notice of Knichou's body language, the way he couldn't meet Stannis' optics. She'd come to know the Commander of the Taku better in their time together, from his ticks to the tattoos his adaptive armor hid. They were simpatico--and she knew Knichou wouldn't let this chance pass him by, not only to acquire a new technology, but to find some way to get under Aurax's skin. No matter what Stannis said, no matter what he reassured them, the Toa of Iron would never believe it. The man who sat on top of a sinking kingdom was not to be trusted with anything bigger than a speck of dust.

They'd found themselves in a comfortable life of peace. Settled into the Taku as both a home and a sentry over Kini-Nui. But as long as Aurax was still around and had the Vahki, Knichou would never be satisfied, it seemed. What if they failed, or found themselves disowned by the people for their actions? Exiled, just as Knichou had been so long ago. These thoughts were there in the Toa of Magnetism's mind, but she pushed them aside. Hesitation could jeopardize things.

And they wouldn't fail.

She leaned over and whispered something into the ex-Ghost's audio receptor.

"I guess red really does mean troublemaker."

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IC: Exuze, Metru-Koro

"We were. We flew ya ta tha Doc ov'r 'ere. Do ya need ta go somewhere or somethin'?"

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IC: Tuyet | Metru-Koro

"You don't happen to know where Axonn is do you? I totally tracked him to a matoran shrine east of the volcano between two rivers of fire, but he ended up getting the drop on me. When I tried to get away he like grabbed on again. Very handsy guy. I mean like literally he's got huge hands. I don't like him."

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IC: Xaril - Metru-Koro

"I'm not a ferryman. If you're wanting to be taken somewhere on this ship, you'll have to offer some incentive," Xaril replied. Anticipating the obvious response, he continued, "I only flew you here because you were dying, and this was the nearest medic. I thought you may have information of use... still not sure if that's the case."

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IC: Tuyet | Metru-Koro

Triage's poor bottle was almost totally empty, but Tuyet found a way to drain the last few drops over her open mouth while Xaril was talking. She tossed the bottle back to Triage with a disgusted look and sad;

"Don't make me steal this ship, Freeboy. I appreciate your kindness, but you're gonna have to dish up a whole lot more for the stunt your little group pulled in blowing up my home."

She sighed, a little less coherent than she would have liked. She could stand up, but the walls were starting to move. Maybe in another minute, then she'd be ready to be a real firecracker again.

"Look, I'm telling you all that I know. It's not like I have a little magic crystal ball with all the answers. You want a place to fly, how about we fly somewhere that has a way of finding someone. Know anyone or anywhere like that? Axonn's been here long enough."

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IC: Triage - Crimson Galleon

He caught the bottle, although his shaky hands caused him to fumble with it for a second before stuffing it back in his satchel. The medic glanced to Okuo, then Exuze.

"I don't know about any crystal balls, but we (that is, my friends and I) might be able to help you find him. Maybe. If this is that urgent. We have a ride, although I'm not sure it can fit more than two people..."

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IC: Tuyet | Metru-Koro, Crimson Galleon

"Why would I get in your tin-can mobile when we're in a perfectly sized airship right now," Tuyet countered. Looking at Xaril she added; "Come on man, don't you want to do something interesting with your life?"

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IC: Okuo - Metru-Koro

"I can get back to Ko-Pou almost instantly, get another bike from there and come back here." He said, pulling the teleporting dagger out though holding it in a non-threatening manner, inspecting it. "Each of those can carry two people, so it should be enough, and we can get out of handprint's hair."

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IC: Exuze, Metru-Koro, Crimson Galleon

"Ma'am... if 'tweren't for 'im, you'd be dead. He's league but he helped ya out, don't antagonize 'im"

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IC: Xaril - Metru-Koro

"You? Take this ship from me?" Xaril sneered, directing a cruel, derisive laugh at the Ga-Toa. "You can barely stand."

 

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IC Kardaka - the shrinking northwest coast of Zakaz

The world had been dying for countless years, millennia had gone by. All because of the greed of the Matoran. Their cruelty, their arrogance, it had poisoned their world. The rich and their slaves had sought to flee the dying island, escape to the stars. But their escape was doomed, one does not outrun one’s sins. Not for long. Not forever.

A Turaga of Stone peered over the coastline, her mask furrowed in thought. “It’s growing,” she muttered, “or the island is shrinking.” She gazed over to the shadow of the head, the remains of the Ark that the powerful fled on. It had started to sink too. She paused, could the head have displaced the ocean, risen the water level? No, the head of the Ark was unimaginably colossal, but not big enough to deform the ocean itself.

Still, something had changed. The water level was rising, and if it continued, even the hardly Skakdi would be flooded. Assuming the Rig and the fort had not yet collapsed. It had been some time since she had eyed them. Legs too short to work quickly.

She stepped forward, nearly stumbling on her big feet. Funny, her feet were still the same size, it was the rest of her that had shrunken. She did not regret giving up her Toa power, it had been part of her penance. She had saved the life of that Vortixx, it was far more important for the life of a slave to be saved, than another Toa pollute this isle.

The Turaga paused and turned to face the south, moving her gaze East. That village she had built, well, she supposed a refugee camp was a more honest description; was it still standing? Between the violent rainstorm and the island sinking, how much longer would the shelter of stone tents last?

Kardaka made her decision, and began to walk south, back to the refugee camp she had carved of rock and stone. She had her penance, as a Toa she had served the Matoran, and though her memories were faint, she knew she had done terrible things. She did not recall them, but she knew her actions had killed the island, same as any Toa. So until Tren Krom released her from this cycle, she must serve her penance and help all who still lived. And for now, that was the people of the ‘village’ of stone.

OOC: Kardaka wandering the west coast, heading south towards the ruins of Po-Koro

IC “Collector” - Tobduk-Koro

Collector spat, “You sound like a Vortixx.” Conniving monsters, testing any new weapon they developed on anyone in reach. Still, too many lives depended on this machine working properly, as they continued to search for any damage. They owed it to Tobduk-Koro.

As they worked they continued, “The light of Krom, there is a Turaga native to this island known as Klawne. She has spoken of a god known as Tren-Krom. Is his the light you empowered Toa Arkius and Toa Atamai with? And what kind of god is this Tren Krom?

And most importantly, why did the power of this god change their minds? Atamai, whenever Collector encountered him since his transformation he seemed colder, emptied, more a machine than a Toa. But Arkius, that anger, that passion. Collector had not seen Arkius since, but it was clear he was more volatile. It was as if the emotions of Atamai had been drained out of him and then pumped into Arkius.

Why would a God’s power cause that kind of mental dis-balance?

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Toru Nui

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IC: Knichou, Kini-Koro outskirts

As Nale drew closer and whispered to Knichou, the edge of his mouth crept upwards, a slight smile forming on the ex-Ghost's face. When she was finished, he turned to her, a nostalgic passion glowing from his green optics as her words took him back to a rare good memory. Leaning close to her audio receptor, he began to whisper back.

"And blue really does mean good. Really good. Though black doesn't have to be your only other color..."

He trailed off. Probably best not to explain it all now. Keep it to a tease. There's a meeting going on, after all.

"...You'll see when we get back to the ship."

He turned back to watch the councilors discuss with Stannis.

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IC: Tuyet | Aboard Crimson Galleon, Metru-Koro

"Alright fine, I get it," Tuyet grumbled as Excuse reprimanded her. She seemed almost petulant. "I feel like maybe bringing the bikes is a good idea, but having an airship is much faster for traveling as a group. Besides, with a League airship, we can totally put the blame on them for any damages to the landscape. Look Grouch, The nerd's right about needing to travel fast. You've got the ship, so what'll it take to get you to fly somewhere? Besides, you'd be able to tell your new toa lord you caught me, as like a prisoner or something. We could get me some manacles and make it like really convincing."

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IC: Xaril - Metru-Koro

"If you just want to go somewhere, I'd be more than happy to fly you to Metru Nui where you can regale Aurax with all of your strange tales," he said. "Who knows, maybe he'll agree to help you. Wouldn't this Axonn of yours be easier to defeat with a few squads of Vahki at your back?"

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"I doubt it," he shrugged, "But I doubt that anyone does."

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IC: The Gadunka (RNN Radio Barge, Outside Naho Bay)

Sleeping within the warm heat of the Zakazian sun, a De-Skakdi slept upon a foldout lounge chair, a wide-brim hat pulled over his eyes. It was a peaceful and lovely sleep...Till a sound awoke the Skakdi, or rather, the lack of sound. Almost immediately, he realized that the music playlist that had been playing for the past six hours had ended, leaving dead air and static to come out of the station.

Frantically turning over from his seat, the De-Skakdi fell over and flopped onto the deck of his ship as scrambled to get to the radio set-up within the main cabin. Tossing open the door, he ran as he tried his best to not to trip over any of the cables running about the floor as he near-threw himself into his revolving chair and pulled on his pair of headphones. Tuning into the broadcast, he winced has the grating sound of static pierced his ears, him quickly turning the sound down into a sub-whisper, which to him was a comfortable volume. Now readied and settled, he briefly took several deep breathes, focusing his mind into that of the one the audience want - not some De-Skakdi NEET - They wanted...Their lord and master.

* Hey, Hey, Hey my lovely listeners! It is I, your god, The Gadunka... Apologies for the dead air, I just wanted to remind all of you just how blessed you are, for living in world where exist! *

"D'ere ya go. Jus need ta keep it goin'" The De-Skakdi thought to himself anxiously.

* Now then, normally, I would go on about the weather and the news and the latest happenings, but honestly, what is there to tell?...Except for the apocalypse itself!  Now now my adoring fans, sorry if that word scares any of you, but hey, we're Skakdi, we're built for the apocalypse, if we didn't somehow start this whole mess ourselves, heheha! *

* I mean honestly, half the island is either sinking into the ocean or sinking into the sands, and the latter of which is most certainly because of those Mesi. Who knew they had it in them? I just wish that they are at least able to now hear the enlightenment that my dulcet tones bring to all of you already. *

"Pits! Is d'at too much, will d'ey take meh as a Mesi sympathizer?" Sweat began to run down the De-Skakdi's face.

* But onto some real news now. It seems that the big, bad, old Boss, is dead, Irrnak spare his sorry soul. But not only is he dead, but that Tahtorak, well...Its him, Nektann himself. Seems like even in death, Boss got what he wanted and wiped out what he would call the pit stain of Zakaz. But, we all know the Rig was the peak of Skakdi society. As for whose in charge of old Fort Nektann now, well, my fans from the inside tell me its some Ko-Skak known as Barius. *

* And this Barius, well he's got himself a lovely little entourage. Apparently an Aspect calling itself Parnassus as aligned itself with the newly-made warlord and get this...There is another Bo-Skakdi with him going by Drukarus who comes from that head on the horizon, truly something from out of this world. But this outsider isn't alone, as a master chef of a Skakdi going by Gore Fury is also hold up at the old fort. Now don't let the name fool you, from the rumors I've heard, he's a party animal and potentially even the best cook on Zakaz. Maybe Barius will be kind enough to grant any who cross him a final meal from this Gore fellow before he sends them to the pit. *

"Ok, jus one mor bit...But...Do I really want'a throw d'ose little guys under da rig?" He was beginning to lightly bite at the claw of his thumb, uncertain if he should share the next bit of news.

* And one last thing before I tragically leave you once more. Those refugees, from the head...Well...It seems they realized Zakaz wasn't to their liking and all fled back into their little city, or whatever it is inside of there. So, if any of you all want something loot and pillage, I'd recommend checking out that head on the horizon...Assuming you can cross the moat that is, hehehah! *

* Well, that's all the news I got for you all, send in your calls and questions and I'll answer them when I get back on the air. In the mean time, let me once more play that record for you all. Here's a special tune, for the end of the world. *

Letting the music blare out onto the radio in the background, he let out a deep sigh, wiping the sweat off his brow has he rolled away from the console before him. Grabbing a half-empty bottle of liquor, he took a deep sip of it as the pit in his stomach remained.

"Ya...It's da end of da world alrite..." He said as he planted his face into his hands.

OOC: To anyone with a Radio, enjoy this Riggers-News-Network Bi-Weekly Broadcast, you'll be hearing more of me, soon. B-)

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IC: Skyra Daring - Kini-Koro -

Well, despite finding all these familiar faces, Skyra was becoming very bored. For the most part what they were talking about didn’t interest her, she couldn’t care less about Vahki, and she’d heard just about enough about Aurax. “For ####’s sake, if I have to hear anything else about Aurax, I’ll go find him and kill him myself just so I never have to hear about him again!” It would totally be worth it too, maybe Rose would come along as well. Then again maybe not, so far it seemed like she was enjoying retirement a little more than Skyra was. 
 

No one seemed to be paying her any mind, probably wrote her off as someone who had gone crazy from the war. But whatever, that was fine, she didn’t need to be included anyway! She’d just ignore them back! 
 

In her efforts to do just that, she started doing air punches and kicks, followed by some backflips and other impressive feats of agility. Then she followed this by aiming her Cordak blaster into the air and firing rockets into space. You might think that’s a waste of perfectly good rockets, but she literally had crates of the stuff in her basement. 

OOC: @EmperorWhenua @Nato the Traveler @Sparticus147 @Toru Nui @Tarn @Eyru @Harvali

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