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#1 Offline A Forgotten Soul

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Posted Feb 23 2013 - 03:35 PM


Ever since we crashed on the Planet Earth, we had to adjust to human lifestyles. We assume human disguises via a special prototype camo system that was infused in us when we crashed. The process is too complicated to explain in words, but the exodus of an entire species is at stake. Human military forces seek to enslave us for experiments. No one knows what happens, for no one ever comes back alive.


It is the afternoon in New York City, an industrious city where almost forty percent of the population that came aboard the Nexus 7 reside.  Many of them are disguised as shop keepers or business men. Two Matoran, Matroe and Falmo, enter an alley running. They transform into their normal statue figure of Matoran. Matroe is a Matoran of ice with a noble Kanohi Komau, and Falmo is a Matoran of Earth with a Kanohi Pakari. They are on the run from militants whose only purpose is to kill them.


“I think we lost them.” Said Matroe, trying to catch his breath.


Then the shouts of the armed militants can be heard. Scared for their lives, they transform back to their human disguises.


“I told you to stay in your human form, but no. You just had to transform back to your normal form.” Falmo says in protest.


“Shut up, or we’ll get caught.”


The sounds of boots and clanking metal can be heard, closer as they proceed to find their prey. Then we hear the sirens of police

cars. They are in pursuit of a pair of robbers who robbed a jewelry store at this time.


“Stop police!” An officer shouts at one of the crooks.


The militants break away, leaving their pursuit for them. Feeling that they are still not safe, they stay in their forms. Their human forms are African-American males; Matroe’s having a bulky black winter coat and blue jeans, and Falmo’s being a blue hoodie and blue jeans. Ironically, one of the robbers is wearing the same clothes as Matroe.


They crooks and officers split up, still in pursuit. Matroe and Falmo stay near a stage backdoor, hiding in the shadow of the stair case. One of the officers enters his moves to dispatch; he enters a narrow alley and takes cover behind a wall. He looks around the corner to see the offender. A shot is fired and grazes a pole next to the wall.


“Shots fired! Shots fired! The chase has escalated to a 10-13!”


The officer runs around the corner chasing him into the alley on the right. Unknown to Matroe and Falmo, the offender runs into them and exits through the backdoor.


“What’s his problem?” Asks Falmo, looking at the door.


Matroe shrugs his shoulders.


“Look I’m telling you that this is nothing. We will get out of this soon.”


The officer looks down the alley and sees Matroe; mistaking him for the crook he was chasing.


“NYPD, put your hands in the air!”

Just as Matroe hears the officers voice, he pulls out something from his jacket pocket. Just as he pulls out the object, he turns around to face the officer. A shot his fired directly at his heart. Encased in fear, Falmo stands still in complete shock. The officer comes to see Matroe’s body, seeing no gun in his hand. He then looks at Falmo in despair, and guilt. The other officer arrives. His name is detective Mack Taylor, who looks at the body, then at Falmo.



Later in the week, they find the true perpetrators of the crime that was committed. Falmo, tells to the press in his Matoran form, the truth of what really happened. His sorrow of his fallen friend, is all that fills him as he walks away from the percent.



“As police officers in this big complicated city we see so much bad. So many souls filled with hatred and violence, and it’s our job to look for them, chase after them and confront them. Over time it can become all that we see. As with all evil some goodwill always can come from it. It can bring us together with some of the most dedicated, honorable, kind hearted people we can ever hope to meet. It can fill hearts, with love so strong that it will endure forever, and create unbreakable friendships that will last, even in the face of life’s most difficult challenges.

Sometimes the good comes when we most need it and least expect it. If we are lucky enough to notice upon it, set our eyes upon it, and appreciate it, it can almost make us forget all of the bad. Today is life the only life for sure of; make the most of today. Words of wisdom, a slice of goodness passed on by an innocent soul whose life was cut short by an arid bullet. These are words that will always stay with me, words that are about to change the course of my life forever.”

-Mack Taylor

Edited by Flaredrick: Forgotten One, Feb 23 2013 - 03:35 PM.

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#2 Offline Van Hohenheim

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Posted Feb 23 2013 - 05:11 PM

this is a pretty good idea, but so sad :( but something that would make it better: I don't think bullets could puncture Matoran armor, unless the disguise actually makes them human.

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#3 Offline A Forgotten Soul

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Posted Feb 23 2013 - 06:28 PM

The disguise does make them human.

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