IC (Kehua, Dungeons): "Thankyou, Takari. I gave it some thought on the way down" Kehua replied flatly. The team soon got moving again, heading upwards through the dungeons in search of a translator.
IC (Hatann, Dungeons): Hatann slunk out of his side-passage , moving quickly and quietly to avoid meeting the huntsmen down here. His luck ran out, though, and he found four of them standing at the other end of the passageway, moving towards him. They seemed to have a kikanalo and a phase dragon along with them too, which made six of them and one of him. He froze, his brain working overtime to figure a way out of here.
IC (Kehua, Dungeons): Kehua's face broke into a wide grin as the shell-shocked Skakdi looked down the hallway at them. Mata Nui had delivered the prefect translator right into their hands. Repeating the trick with his mask and the Hoto Bug, he sent his message to the Skakdi, taking advantage of the brief pause before either side could attack.
"WAIT!" He spelled out in the air. "WE WANT TO TALK"
IC (Hatann, Dungeons): That stunned Hatann even more. Since when did the Wild Hunt want to talk to anyone? They hated everything, as far as he knew, and lived(?) solely to slaughter everything else. All his instincts were screaming "TRAP!", but the more he thought of it, the less likely that seemed. If the Hunt just wanted to kill him, they could do it, he had no doubt. That meant that they wanted something else of him, other than his death. Did that mean he had a bargaining chip? Did that mean that, if he tried to run, the Hunt wouldn't use lethal force to stop him? What was their game? He needed more information to answer these questions, so... talking it is.
"I'll talk" he replied, speaking in the common Matoran tounge, though he didn't lower his weapons even an inch. "What is it you want of me?"
IC (Kehua, Dungeons): "Nothing so difficult" Kehua spelled back, though his shield was also raised. "There is Skakdi writing engraved in the body of this Rahkshi," he gestured to the armour in Havoc's hands "and we wish to know what it means"
IC (Hatann, Dungeons): So they did need him, which explained why they were being so nice (relatively speaking). Well, not him exactly, but Skakdi were scarce enough among the refugees that it would be difficult to find another. He hoped that the huntsmen knew that. If they did, he could probably get away with a bit until he actually did read the Rahkshi. Push his luck.
"And what's my end of the bargain, then?" the Skakdi asked, moving a little closer down the passageway. "What do I get in return?"
IC (Kehua, Dungeons): Kehua paused, remembering his conversation with Amadene. "Your life and freedom" he wrote in the air. "Translate it well, and we will let you go. Refuse, and we will make you do it anyway... with none of the rewards". There, a fair bargain between his preferred method and Amadene's. It was as Takari had said, the outcome would be determined by the Skakdi - something, which, Kehau hoped, would encourage co-operation.
IC (Hatann, Dungeons): So torture, then. That was what the Hunt were going to do if he refused. Hatann had been around the Dark Hunters and other criminals long enough to know what Kehua hadn't said. Surprisingly, he was glad to hear it. It meant that he understood his adversary, and, as they say, knowledge is power. The toa had just declared that he would not kill Hatann until the translation was complete. That gave him an advantage, since he didn't quite believe the bit about him going free, no strings attached. If he was in their place, he would have reverted right back to kill-everything mode once he had what he wanted, so he couldn't expect any less of them.
"That's not much of a choice, then" he replied, and, dropping his weapons slightly, he walked briskly down the corridor towards the waiting Hunters. When he was about a quarter of the way there, he broke into a jog, and by the time the distance was halved, he was sprinting as fast as his feet would carry him. Then, calling up his elemental powers, he partitioned the gravity of the tunnel in two. The bottom half of the tunnel, where everyone was standing, would remian as normal, but in the top half of the tunnel (about 2 bio of space, Hatann estimated), gravity was reversed, pulling up instead of down. Leaping into the air with a half-flip, Hatann hit the roof and continued to run along it, over the Huntsmens' heads. Hatann hoped the trick would buy him enough time to get past them and escape.
OOC: So there we have it. The huntsmen now have a translator, but they'll have to catch him first.