IC: The Mines
Kilayox was halfway through leaving the mines with her new chronicler in hand when something entered the mines. She was dragging the Agori through the mud, his cries apparently deaf to her when a man in a suit of armor arrived on the scene. “Help!” The Agori shrieked, now squirming in an attempt to break free. Kilayox raised an eyebrow and then looked over to the robotic enforcer who was surveying the scene. She could’ve potentially sneaked away by silencing the Agori, but instead of doing that she challenged the robot. “Tin Soldier!” She shouted over to him.
“Are you one of the warriors of these people?” She asked, throwing the Agori a good five feet where he landed directly in front of his feet. He was sobbing badly, clearly traumatized by being nearly abducted by an ancient barbarian Toa.
IC: Ga-Koro Nui, Wolfram & Hart HQ
The city was bustling at this late hour. There where enough lights to be seen from space itself. Loud music boomed from every corner along with huddled crowds of young people. The teenagers of the city were quite an active bunch and they seemed to love partying more then anything. They had no care in the world for their futures. Life was good and many of them had never seen any true evil so they didn’t really need too worry. They were free to live like there was no tomorrow. Dark eyes watched them from a tower so high that none could even see them. This tower was the headquarters of Wolfram & Hart, the city’s biggest and most powerful law firm. They were also the main source and supporter of crime in the city, but no one knew about that. To the public, Wolfram & Hart appeared to be nothing but a benevolent super company led by it’s hard working CEO, Korindal. These eyes that watched the streets at these later hours belonged to him. He was fascinated by the city, mainly because he owned it.
Well that was a bit overdramatic.
He did indeed own most of the businesses, but he controlled all of the crime in the city. For Korindal had another identity besides his public image as CEO of Wolfram & Hart. To the criminal world, he was known as the ‘Big Man’; an imposing man in a suit who had taken over crime in the city by wiping out all rivals in one swoop. Now he controlled both the city’s crime and half of the businesses also belonged to Wolfram & Hart with the city’s officials and the Department of Security none the wiser. It was a clean operation, but he wanted more. Korindal’s eyes were focused on the city north of Ga-Koro Nui; Central City. It annoyed him that the city’s lights grew brighter, it’s walls more high, and had it also had the grand title of being Mata Magna’s capital. He couldn’t help but admit it, he was envious. However, he was also patient. He had not become crime lord of Ga-Koro Nui in one night… no, it had taken years. He had learned that waiting came with its benefits and he would bide his time until Central City became his.
And then the world.
Again, he was a very dramatic fellow. “Boss!” Someone shouted, interrupting his thoughts. A Toa stood there in his doorway, wearing a black suit. He hadn’t bothered to lock the door because who would be foolish enough to attack a man who held as much sway as he did in the world. Still, it annoyed him that someone would waltz into his room without the polite courtesy of knocking. In a flash, the black-suited individual was in front of the Toa and his fist was being launched into his stomach. He landed on his knees and Korindal’s other hand caught his chin from hitting the floor. He raised the young Toa’s head so that he can look into his eyes. He was young, eager, and ambitious. He almost reminded him of himself a few years back. He also knew how dangerous he was a few years back which is why he took steps to remind this Toa of his place. He punched him in the face again, this time with enough force to nearly crack his Kanohi in half.
“Now haven’t I told you about knocking…?” He said his voice low but with enough bass in it to shake the young Toa’s very soul. “I hope whatever you have to tell me is important or I might have to use you as a punching bag. I haven’t had my work out today.” Oh yes, while Korindal wasn’t off buying out an orphanage and turning it into a casino or killing rival crime bosses, he also had the hobby of boxing. It let him focus his mind and was quite the hobby. The boss had a feared knock out punch in the ring or that was what many people said. Right now, the young Toa’s jaw was proving that this was quite correct. He rubbed his face and pushed himself to his feet. It was not the first time his head had been nearly knocked off by Korindal. One would think that he’d eventually learn his lesson, but he simply stood up and wiped the dirt off his suit.
“I’ve got some very unsettling news about the mining operation.”
Korindal frowned, not because this disturbed him, no, because he couldn’t exactly remember what he was talking about. There were so many operations he had and there were several mines he controlled. He was somewhat of a diamond lover so it was nice to fund a mining company and get diamonds. He used them to create his specialized brass knuckles which luckily for the young Toa, he was not wearing.
Turning his back on the Toa, he mutters, “Which one?”
“Uh, the one in Olford, you agreed to fund the local Science Facility, remember?”
Korindal quickly whipped around and with incredible speed, he was in the Toa’s face. He flinched painfully as if expecting a powerful right hook to knock him off his feet. Korindal grinned. He had done this just to see if he the Toa still feared him. You could hit someone plenty of times and they’d take it, eventually losing the fear that they had of you. So it was quite amazing that Korindal still managed to inspire fear in him. “Don’t ever question my memory.”
“Ah yes, sir.” He responded with a nervous chuckle. “Anyway, we are getting reports that today that some of the workers went into the caves and apparently… they awakened something.” It was then that he handed the Big Man a set of pictures. One of the workers had a camera on them when the flood had happened and sent the pictures over to the company through a satellite transmission. Korindal silently took it from him and he walked over to his large desk slowly, taking a seat in it so that he could view the pictures. Slowly, he placed them on the surface and his dark eyes reviewed them.
“What exactly am I looking at?” He asked after seeing the blue, hunch-backed creature in the photographs.
The cocky young gun shrugged his shoulders, not really caring about it. He still had to inform the boss carefully though, less he be punched in the face or stomach again. “The boys in the science department claim it to be… well, a prehistoric Toa from the earliest days of the Matoran Universe.” His boss’s eyes widened and he suddenly became a lot more interested, straightening up in the chair and staring daggers into the photographs.
“How exactly is that possible? Shouldn’t it be… well, dead?” He asked the other man.
“The current theory is that it was kept in some kind of stasis for thousands of years to preserve its life force. The pod was so strong that even the crash of the Matoran Universe was not enough to wake it up.”
“Fascinating…” He drawled. He then stood up and tossed the photos in the trash. “But she is interrupting business. Send a squad of men to the mines to kill her. Tell them to bring back the body intact so the lab heads can do a study. You are dismissed.”