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Ga-Koro was eternally bright, something very annoying for the visiting Onu-Matoran.

 

But unlike most of them, one Ussalmatoran did not find it inconvenient. Tarnok had spent significant amounts of time in the outside world prior to Makuta's defeat, and he was more familiar than most with the adaptation necessary to deal with the high-light environment. Silent, he lingered near the gate, waiting for orders.

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Things were a bit different for foreigners in the Ussalry. They may not be treated like regular soldiers. It was harder for them to be as instantly recognizable as an Ussalryman because simply, they looked and acted different than the others. It wasn't offensive behavior- not at all. It was just that he was treated differently. This was why Houren had to work as hard as he could to get the kind of respect the others got. This was why most others looked down on the Matoran of plantlife, at least a little bit. So far, the three non-Ussalrymen probably hadn't realized his ethnic origin, and probably just assumed he was dressed up with a jungle get-up.

 

When they reached the gate, he and another stayed outside. He nodded to his comrade, "Great place here, isn't it? Peaceful."

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"And I hope what our diplomat is here for keeps it that way," Klugg commented. The soldier was nervous about being in the village of water, especially without his Ussal, Wrisp. Also, most of his weapons were left back at the stables in Onu-Koro - This mission only needed light weaponry. Klugg's scimitar was all he had for now, but at least it was quite useful for slicing through the bamboo thickets sometimes getting in the way of the journey.

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IC: Gavarm drank in Ga-Koro as a desert traveler might an oasis. In his mind, the difference between him and such a traveler was but that he made no motion to drink. Few visitations of places, even familiar ones, could bring an expression to his face, but Ga-Koro gave him a grand smile through his half-lidded gaze. It reminded him of a goodness in the world like the goodness contained within his old 7th Squadron. After all, he wasn't named "Gavarm" for nothing. Gavarm idly waved to old friends and nodded to familiar sites--a fruit kiosk here, a pier for his moorings there--as he recalled the origin of his relationship with the village. He had been first christened "Onuvarm." Once he grew restless and began to travel, though, he found he visited Ga-Koro just as frequently as he did his homeland. One of his Ga-Matoran girlfriends had called him "Ga-varm" as a joke once. The name stuck, and so he had it legally changed, even buying a new iStone simply to own one properly labeled "Gavarm." His smile gained warmth at the memory of his trivial actions. None of them mattered now. Automatically, as he pondered further and his Ussal walked along, he turned his head to greet a familiar structure. Dilapidated windows and fading lightstone letters met his gaze. "The Tarakava", they still spelled, defiant as the attached hundred memories' worth of recollection regarding the place. The site of the fight club. He almost paused for a second, simply to review the structure that remained standing in spite of the fact that it was empty and long dead, but thought better of it. He'd simply slow everyone down. Better to walk on and think of it. The fight club. Not any fight club, either. The Tarakava had been reputed in its day for vicious duels, combat ruled less by a set of artificial rules set by men than by the divine rules of strength and instinct. It was not for the most classy of combatants or the best of brawlers. The Tarakava was simply a stage for real fights to be set. Its lack of restriction coupled with its ease of accessibility to all koros, due to its location on the port, allowed it to thrive. It had been one of Gavarm's favorite joints for its irregular crew and vicious duels. He was sad to see it go for that, but also for another reason, one which he realized as he gave a nod to a passing cemetery and sent up a prayer for Daylah. The Tarakava was where he had met Sulov Koskium. That was the thing about Ga-Koro, Gavarm thought. It was certainly coarse and, at times, even cold. Its retreat into its defenses following the Daedra incident had showed him that. At the same time, however, its Virtue was Purity. And Purity appeared at the core regardless of rough edges. Sulov Koskium shone as a beacon of brilliant light in the darkness of The Tarakava's shadow. The trademark merchants' activity, booming as it was now, remained without taint in its simple transactions that satisfied consumer and producer. Even the water of the Hura-Mafa was pure, lacking the flotsam and jetsam of the sea. Purity was why he was attracted to the village, then. It had always been his pursuit. He had originally grown restless because he wanted to find more to life than his aesthetic life and ascetic readings. So he traveled and fought and drank and read and traveled again, simply looking for a slice of philosophy that he couldn't find in his educational readings of turaga and matoran. He found Sulov. Through Sulov, he found the Purity he had sought at last, a tangible piece of goodness that assured him of value in life and purpose in action. He saw Purity in people in spite of how terribly misguided they were. Previously, he would've picked any side of a conflict and ground it out; now he chose to fight for the populace without fail. Gavarm loved Purity. He toyed with the ideal, flirted with the Virtue, and often waxed philosophical on its importance. He couldn't let it go. Because, ultimately, he wasn't pure. He was dirty. He couldn't marry the ideal. They were too different, a scarred soldier and a beautiful deity. But, Gavarm thought as he rode across Ga-Koro's urban organism as an escort to the three Onu-Matoran, pleasantly surprised to find his eyes beginning to adjust at long last to the light. I can enjoy it while it lasts.

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IC: Bok

 

Bok walked up to the newcomers and spoke to one, Tarnok. "Do you have any medics? My hand has been infected with a very powerful venom. I have to keep using my iron powers to create walls of iron in my arm to stop it, but it just keeps eating through."

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IC: Skyra

 

Alarms rang through my head as Hari looked at me with confusion. Obviously she was wondering where Emotia was, and why me and Tillian seemed to be an item. I didn't know what to say, or if I should say anything. How could tell her Emotia was dead? It was gonna break her enormous heart...

 

​I looked at Tillian, he could see the panic in my eyes. Tillian help me out here please! I thought mentally, hoping somehow he could read my mind.

 

IC: (Hari)

 

"Where's Emotia?" Hari asked with a surprisingly quiet voice. The way Skyra looked at Tillian, and it told Hari something had happened. Something none of them wanted to tell her, and that's when Hari's hope of seeing Emotia again sunk further into that dark pit of despair. First they had been avoiding the question earlier, then when she realized Tillian and Skyra were dating. Skyra and Tillian didn't have to answer. Hari started to wilt, her smile falling away, her shoulders slumping. Hari started to stutter as she spoke, her voice exceedingly weaker than before. For in those looks of fear from Skyra, by the fidgeting of Naona whenever the subject of Emotia was brought up (which she sadly only recognized now) they had told the young and idealistic Toa the truth.

 

"She's...She's...She's gone...i-isn't she?"

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IC: Skyra

 

Hari could be naive sometimes, but she was smart. Our apparent lack of answers was more than enough for her to guess the truth.

 

"She's...She's...She's gone...i-isn't she?"

 

I looked back at Hari with saddened eyes. "...yes..." There was nothing I could say but the truth. "Casa Juturna...burned down and..." I trailed off, there was nothing else to say about it, at least nothing I wished to speak of.

 

"It happened around the same time the Turaga were killed and well...I'm sorry no one told you sooner..." I had been in Le-koro when it had happened, Tillian had been the one to break the news to me, as I recalled. It still hurt to think about it, an ache in my heart.

 

I loved being with Tillian more than anything, but I would have given up even that if it meant I could bring Emotia back. Even though he didn't talk about it, I knew Tillian was still hurting from the loss. But you can't bring back the dead, so I saw no reason to dwell on that any further.

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Kirgan was bored.

 

He had been waiting with Shadd for a chance to go to Xa-Koro with this new diving team for... days.

 

That was when he was positively surprised when he saw a group of his people walking into the village. Why were they here? Kirgan was sure it was something important, but he was extremely happy to see Onu-Matoran in this place.

 

Kirgan raced towards the group, waving his hand. "I can't believe I'm seeing you guys here!" he exclaimed in excitement. "What's going on?"

 

OOC: Directed at anyone in the Ussal group.

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IC:"Amputate it." The Onu-Matoran replied. "Poison is transferred by blood flow. Which means that if you've stopped it this long, you've deprived your hand of all blood flow. It is nothing more than a dead appendage now. There's a hospital that way. They'll tell you the same thing.""Amputate it."

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"Yeah, that's...that's, uh...s'pretty much it."

 

Tillian stood up from his perch with a surprising grace and discipline, walking over to Hari and putting an arm around her in a comforting hug. He could feel the energy sag out of her shoulders even now as she wilted before his eyes and so he put even more effort into staying strong and being able to support her. It was the least he could do.

 

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IC: Naona

 

Naona stood some ways apart, her eyes dull as she watched the proceedings. Although she and Emotia had never been too close, she had always considered the other Toa a good friend, one who deserved the commander's love. It had been a shock to learn of the death. Emotia did not deserve to die - she and Tillian should have lived a long and happy life together, getting into trouble and wacky hijinks that the Toa of Stone would have to clean up.

 

She looked away, staring at the waves once more.

 

It was hard, revisiting the past.

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IC: Bok

 

"I'm not a moron. I've not been stopping it entirely and I just recently received the wound. I can still move my fingers. Look." It hurt, but Bok was able to curl his hand into a fist. "Now then, can you get me to a medic before it does need to be amputated?"

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IC: (Scylla) "Alright ma'am, I'll send him in!" I said, bounding to my feet, and walking out the door. I closed the door and called out as I stood in the hallway. I leaned against the western wall of hallway leading up to Daylaria's room. Well at the very least I had gotten the job, now I would be waiting to see the rest of the team I was going to be on. "Krios, you're up next!"

 

IC: [ Krios ] - Marine HQThe black-clad Vortixx glanced up quickly, cold blue eyes narrowed, as the female Vo-Matoran emerged from the Marine Commander's office and called out his name. She wore a vaguely satisfied expression behind her mask, a slight glint of relieved curiosity in her gaze. Apparently, she'd gotten the job.Rising swiftly to his feet, Krios made his way into the office, taking in its appearance and furnishings in a single, sharp, all-encompassing gaze. He then seated himself in the recently-vacated chair and inclined his head courteously in Commander Daylaria's direction, waiting for her to speak.

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IC: (Cylund, Ga-Koro)

Ga-Koro was, usually, about every sixth week (when his old personality remained dominant in Cylund) Cylund's favourite Koro, and a place he would usually go to for relaxation. Today's trip wasn't quite for relaxation, but it wasn't without a taste of leisure to it either. This was a Koro that he, on some very basic level, still felt a lot for.

 

So his visit to Ga-Koro he started as one might've expected him to - he head down to the nearest bar and ordered a drink. A drink would probably help him think (hey, that rhymed!)

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"Hello. Welcome to the Marine Headquarters. I hope you enjoy what you see of it."

 

The Valkyr leaned forward to that just-comfortable position between sitting back and leaning forward. She could see him eye to eye here- a practiced negotiation technique she wasn't absolutely sure why she was putting to use. In the brief pause, her interviewee hadn't said anything, so she quickly followed up her words so that the conversation wouldn't get awkward or stale. "Where do you hail from?" What she was looking at wasn't an innocent Ga-Matoran who wanted to serve her village. Or, if it was, he was doing a great job of hiding it.

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(Hari) The confirmation of her fears hit the girl like a tons of bricks. The dam had broken and the waters surged forward started to fill her eyes as the whirlwind of emotions had tore away the her last bit of emotional armor. Then she felt Tillian's strong arms around her, comforting her in the loss of a friend when he himself had lost his lover, his wife, and he was consoling her when in truth he should have been the one that needed it. He did have three months, but that honestly was long, not that long when you said vows, not that long when you declared your love. All of them were reeling from the loss of Emotia whether they wore it on their sleeve or not. By the Great Beings everyone had kept it from her, perhaps even Krayn. Three months that she believed her friend was still alive, three months believing they would get closer and be not just good friends, but great friends, even best friends. That was not to pass though. Hari reciprocated the embrace, hugging the Toa of Gravity tightly, a man who was a good Commander and a great friend. "I'm sorry Tillian," Hari whispered. What else could she say? Talking about the best parts of Emotia would only serve to remind him of what he lost. Speaking her regrets would only echo what him and the others felt. That they should have been there, that perhaps they could have been there and done something to stop her death. That at the very least they could have spent more time with her, but instead they were gone. They had left the poor woman alone, and that was how she died, alone. That's had turned the Toa's stifled crying into a full-on sob, weeping salty waterfalls. About a minute longer she pulled herself from her Commander's grasp, wiping her tears on her arm, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying. Her expression remained solemn as she spoke. "I'm going to what's left of Casa Juturna, there's something I need to do," Hari said, she had some control now, but Hari's chest heaved as she struggled to maintain what little composure she had left, she needed to make it to her destination before she broke down again. "I'll be back in a bit, unless you all want to come with me."

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IC: [ Krios ] - Marine HQKrios smiled inwardly, slightly amused by the Marine Commander's usage of a basic negotiation technique. But he didn't dwell on it. Couldn't blame the lady, not after he'd looked into the waters of Ga-Koro and seen his reflection there. He was something to look at, that was certain.A brief pause. He held his peace, deliberately forcing the Toa into making the first move. Which she did, simply and directly:"Where do you hail from?"He hesitated momentarily, realizing he'd be forced to play his high card immediately. Not something he liked to do, not before he'd tested the game, analyzed the players... and a native of the Kunu Islets was not often welcome, not often accepted, not once the truth was known.No options, Krios. Play up.His voice was flat, emotionless. "Xa-Koro."

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IC: Voutok"And so we have his potential motives." Voutok speculated in his mind. There was no knowing for sure until this "Krios" confirmed verbally (assuming, of course, a Toa with a Mask of Telepathy hadn't recently joined the Marines and Voutok wasn't aware of it) but what Voutok could already infer is that this Vortixx was either a fugitive, a rogue, someone who deals in some way with either of the two, or the offspring of any of the above, considering his brithplace being the now-wiped-out Xa-Koro. And of course, what a coincidence to find him here, asking to join a diving team heading to search these same ruins. Perhaps there was a certain artifact or heirloom of his that he wanted to retrieve? Maybe he was seeking the remains of an individual? Or, worst case scenario, his intentions were more sinister."Why is it always Vortixx that have the interesting scenarios?" he thought with a mental sigh as he moved towards Daylaria and quietly reported this inference of his, out of earshot of the nearby Vortixx. After which, he walked back and forth behind the Vortixx and asked him his own questions."Xa-Koro, eh? Interesting. I can't say I've met anyone from there yet. Now, I have several guesses and your heritage alone appears to give us an idea..." he moved towards the side of the chair in the line of sight of the Vortixx. "But I don't think we should jump to conclusions, so I would like to ask: what brings you to this diving exploration operation which just so happens to be heading to the sunken ruins of your homeland?"

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"Why...me? Oh yeah, that's right. I'm weak. I'm of a minority, a minority of people with a common trait: we hear too much. And what we're supposed to hear hurts to hear. When I'm alone in a silent room, I can hear a pebble dropping from a mile away. I can hear a motor boat being started up several yards off the coast. A whisper from outside, I can hear as if they were talking right at me. An explosion in another koro, I hear as if it's just outside. Sounds useful, right?"

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"It's a curse, if you ask me. The same pen dropping inside this aforementioned silent room would ring in my ears. If I stood by the same motor, I'd get a headache. The same whisper would ring in my ear like two metal beams being slammed together in front of my face. The same explosion would render me deaf for years...thank the Spirit I thought of getting me something to dampen the noise, or I'd end up like the rest of my kind..."

 

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IC: Skyra

 

I felt something wet go down my mask and fall onto my lap. Karz... I was getting all emotional just watching Hari cry her heart out. I wanted to blame it on me being a girl, but then again I'd always been the sentimental type.

 

I realized I had never really gotten a chance to grieve for Emotia. I remember being shocked and dismayed when Tillian broke the news to me, but that was it. So much had been happening all at once I'd never gotten a chance, with the Rahkshi attacking and etc.

 

"I'm coming too..." I said slowly, my voice a little hoarse. I hadn't seen the Casa Juturna since it burned down, I hadn't dared to ask Tillian about going there, we'd avoided it altogether. But if Hari was going, I was gonna go.

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IC: Voutok"Xa-Koro, eh? Interesting. I can't say I've met anyone from there yet. Now, I have several guesses and your heritage alone appears to give us an idea..." he moved towards the side of the chair in the line of sight of the Vortixx. "But I don't think we should jump to conclusions, so I would like to ask: what brings you to this diving exploration operation which just so happens to be heading to the sunken ruins of your homeland?"

 

IC: [ Krios ] - Marines HQKrios flicked his gaze briefly to the De-Matoran; if his eyes had been ice before, they were absolute zero now."The promise of 'name your reward', that's what. I know what's under that water, and where it is, and I want a cut of it."

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The Commander slunk back into her seat as Krios addressed Voutok. "And...what reward do you ask?" She knew a native Kumu Islander would be of utmost importance to the dive. After all, the sunken ruins weren't exactly mapped at this point. Someone who could lead them around the remains of the once-great (well...once-alright) civilization.

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IC: Iraanus decided not to address Vhohan's confusion about the number of his own followers; he figured they'd already humiliated the Ba-Skakdi enough. Besides, a more interesting dynamic had just come into play. "NEX, huh?" he muttered. He'd heard of the shadowy organization - they were supposedly responsible for more than a few murders a year or so back. Didn't do much to disguise their existence; they were said to sign their kills with a tabled carved with the organization's name. In the past few months, though, nothing of the sort had appeared anywhere on his radar, neither in the news nor in the whispers of the Takea's patrons. "Had no idea they were still around." He paused, thinking.

 

Vhohan began to respond, but Iraanus cut him off. "You continue to refer to your so-called League as an 'organization.'" His eyes bored into Vhohan's. "You have no organization; you have no followers. The only ally you had has just abandoned you. You are no one, Vhohan." He fell silent, allowing his words to sink in.

 

Again Vhohan attempted to reply, and again Iraanus interrupted. "NEX. You say they are allied with you. What, pray tell, does that mean? What's the nature of your partnership with a gang of lawless, backstabbing murderers? If you trust them to aid you, you clearly have information we don't."

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OOC: I'll make this part short, the song I'm pulling the lyrics from is Peter Gabriel's "I Grieve". I'm breaking the lyrics up because the rest will be showing up in my next few posts with Hari.

 

IC: (Hari)

 

Hari looked to Skyra, seeing tears in her eyes, hearing her pained voice. Skyra had know Emotia longer than Hari, all of them had, Hari knew she had been late to the party. She was literally late to the party when on the day of her reassignment she had been placed under the command of Lieutenant Naona and by extension Commander Tillian Juturna. Just a few hours before Emotia and Tillian's wedding. Krayn had told Hari stories of himself and his friends, of all the Karzahni they went through together, forged in fires of adversity. For whatever Hari felt about losing Emotia the suffering was multiplied a thousandfold in her friends, and that cut deeper than anything. Knowing how agony they all had been suffering through and not much that she could do to heal it, her mask of healing couldn't. For Hari she needed to speak Emotia one last time, Emotia wouldn't be able to respond and Hari knew that, but the girl believed she could hear, she needed to believe that in some way Emotia was still with them. At least to give them a chance to say their farewells. Swallowing down her urge to cry again she nodded to Skrya and simply started walking.

 

In the trip it took to get to the ruins of Casa Juturna every step seemed like a struggle, at least an hour had felt like it passed, she didn't want to see the ruins, didn't want to believe that the Commander's wife was gone. That she would never see that cobalt and baby blue Toa again, that she wouldn't visit Tillian and her as they enjoyed their lives out in Ga-Wahi. When she had finally reached the remains of his family home, she nearly collapsed from the grief, her knees wobbling as she looked upon it.

 

Only several walls seemed to be standing, and even those walls looked like they were about crumble, just like Hari's control of her emotions. Charred stone and wood blacked by a fire, a reminder of the raging inferno that had consumed her friend. As Hari weakly dragged herself to where the door would have been she finally felt her legs give out, collapsing on the ground to her hands and knees, her chest heaving upon viewing the reminder of the destruction that had stolen Emotia away from them. An anguished wail had escaped the Toa's lips. There was no way this could be real, there was no way Casa Juturna could be gone, that Emotia was gone.

 

It was only one hour agoIt was all so different thenThere's nothing yet has really sunk inIt seems like it always didThis flesh and boneIs just the way that you were tied inNow there's no-one home

 

"I-I-I'm so sorry Emotia." Hari cried. "I-I-I'm sorry that we didn't talk more. I'm sorry I didn't get to know an already great woman better. I'm...I'm...I'm sorry for not being there."

 

I grieve for youYou leave meIt's so hard to move onStill loving what's goneThey say life carries onThey say life carries on and on and on and on.

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IC: Skyra

 

I stood a foot or so back from behind Hari, Tillian and Naona were more than likely right behind us, but I didn't bother to look. I couldn't keep my eyes off the burnt remains of Casa Juturna. It had been three months since Tillian told be of it's destruction, but to actually see it for yourself was just...

 

There were just too many memories made in that place, I found my thoughts not only on Emotia, but others as well. Onuzek, Liara, Jaron... They were all either dead, or had moved on with their lives. Just like the Casa.

 

My eyes were moist and puffy, tears were steadily streaming down my face as I stood there, the wind began to blow, stirring up bits of sand and ash. I wasn't sure if the wind was natural or if it was me.

 

I'd always been one of the more outspoken and loud kind of people, Tillian could attest to that, as could many others. But I found myself unable to make a sound, I was silent. I didn't feel any sort of grandiose speech ready to come from my lips like I had at Turaga Matau's funeral, I just couldn't say anything. I just cried silently.

 

There simply were no words to describe how I felt, all the emotions swirling inside me. Sorrow, anger, confusion, I'd never really understood why any of it had happened, or had to happen. It didn't feel right, there wasn't any justice in it.

 

Justice... I'd sworn long ago to bring justice wherever I went, and I always tried to. This reminded me how people like Echelon and Utu were still out there, they and others like them had hurt so many people, including those I cared about. Makuta was gone, but there was still much evil on this island, evil that needed to answer for everything it had done.

 

I did not believe the fire had been an accident, Emotia had been a Toa of Water, someone who was more than capable of putting out a fire, and I was sure others like Reaver had been here with Emotia. Someone or something had done this, and I would find out who was responsible someday. But now wasn't the time for vengeance, that would come eventually, justice comes to everyone sooner or later.

 

I still found no words ready to come from my mouth, I began to reach for something on my person, one of my most precious items.

 

I put the flute to my mouth and I began to play. I played a song for Emotia. In fact it was a melody she would have recognized, one I had played at this very spot several times. It sounded very melancholy, and yet beautiful.

 

I continued to play, I wouldn't stop till we were all ready to leave.

 

I've never been good with goodbyes. So I'll say hello instead.

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IC: Naona

 

It was hard for Naona to look at what had once been the majestic manor of Casa Juturna. It was even harder for her to look away. The sight of the burnt remains engraved themselves deep into her memory, preventing her from ever forgetting this atrocity. Not that she was planning to. She would remember this; remember the devastation that had been brought about by somebody's (it must have been somebody's, for such ruin could not have been the result of an accident) actions, and one day, justice would be done.

 

She would never forgive the person who had killed Emotia and ruined Tillian's chance at happiness. She would never forgive the person who had destroyed the lives of her friends.

 

Never.

 

And if she were to give up her soul to bring about justice, then she would gladly do so.

 

For Emotia.

 

For Tillian.

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IC:A few dozen yards front the ruins of the once-majestic home, a small area had been cordoned off. Within it were two graves, set several feet apart. One, the larger one, bore Emotia's name. The wilted remains of flowers sat at the base, a testament to the visitors of the small graveyard. But the second was blank, with only a familiar Kadin laid at its feet.And it was on this stone memorial that the figure rested. She doubted anyone noticed her; her green armor and her white coat blended in too well. They were too preoccupied with their own thoughts to notice that they were being watched. Even if they did notice her, they wouldn't recognize her. Too much had changed.But she'd never left. She had been the first responder when the blaze subsided, and she had been present at the funeral, even when no one else was. And once a week, she brought flowers. It was the closest thing to an apology that she would ever be able to give in this life.After a moment, her voice joined the others. A quiet hum in the sound of words left unsaid.

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

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IC: VoutokSomewhere between the quips of information and the lack of anything particularly direct was raising the De-Matoran's suspicion. He also wasn't sure how he'd react to losing 10% of anything found on the expedition. Voutok himself wasn't taking a liking to it, and his confidence in apparently knowing what was there was...unsettling."So, about these ruins:" Voutok quickly replied. "Care to be a little more...specific in regards to what you seem to confidently know exists in those sunken ruins?"

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"Why...me? Oh yeah, that's right. I'm weak. I'm of a minority, a minority of people with a common trait: we hear too much. And what we're supposed to hear hurts to hear. When I'm alone in a silent room, I can hear a pebble dropping from a mile away. I can hear a motor boat being started up several yards off the coast. A whisper from outside, I can hear as if they were talking right at me. An explosion in another koro, I hear as if it's just outside. Sounds useful, right?"

"Wrong."

"It's a curse, if you ask me. The same pen dropping inside this aforementioned silent room would ring in my ears. If I stood by the same motor, I'd get a headache. The same whisper would ring in my ear like two metal beams being slammed together in front of my face. The same explosion would render me deaf for years...thank the Spirit I thought of getting me something to dampen the noise, or I'd end up like the rest of my kind..."

 

~Voutok S'Tythe; unknown date, unknown location

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IC: [ Krios ] - Marines HQDaylaria may have been the Commander, but Krios was beginning to have his suspicions about who was actually running the interviews. For the second time in fifteen seconds, his gaze locked with the De-Matoran's."A brain is a helpful thing, sir. I'm sure you've found that out, working with such an informed tactical unit as this."He permitted himself a slight smile; it did not extend to his eyes."You do know, I assume, that Xa-Koro was, in essence, a den of thieves and cutthroats? And what might you expect to find in such a place, locked away in countless vaults and guarded like the source of life itself?"Again, a slight smile."Not rocks, I can tell you."

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IC(Daylaria-Marine HQ)

 

"I'm going to tell you right now, I don't like your deal."

 

The cold statement contrasted her cheerful exterior, but didn't betray its sincerity. "Ten percent is difficult because of the various importance of the artifacts we find. Complete salvager's rights is something I'm simply not willing to give- after all, that basically means we're sponsoring you for a ride to the ruins so you can take back whatever you want. Room and board? That's doable," she sipped at her tea, Voutok having the sense to have gotten out of her way while she was on a roll. "You can have room and board for the next month at whatever inn you choose, plus five hundred widgets to spend as you please."

 

"Take it or leave it. If that isn't enough for you, I'm sure we can find someone else who knows their way around the wreckage."

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IC: Captain Iraira

 

She lay in her chair, feeling the weight slowly dipping farther towards a point of no return. Captain Iraira's feet were propped on the massive writing desk she'd salvaged from The Pacifi before being instated to the Koro Security Unit. A light knock.

 

"Captain, Lipa ma'am."

 

"Come in," Iraira said lazily, ignoring the doors squealing hinges as her messenger filed respectfully to a position in peripheral vision. "I need you to carry a letter, Lipa. There's a vortixx named Krios in the HQ at the moment being filed for the Diving Squad. I want him brought here ASAP. Take this to Here, take it and go." She finished by leaning forward and scribbling a quick note for Commander Daylaria. Lipa nodded, took the papyrus sheet and left.

 

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The door slipped open and a marine sidled silently into the interview chamber. Ignoring protocol, Lipa placed the note on Daylaria's left hand side, then stood at attention next to Voutok, awaiting a response.

 

My Darling Day,

You have a vortixx in your custody for interview. I've just been given a reinstatement for a mission and I will be needing this scum's services temporarily. Please allow Krios to come to my chambers. Immediately.

 

Your friend,

Knight.

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IC- Verak - Ga-Koro Prison
I twirled the wooden cup I had been given for water over, between, and under my fingers and hands. I sent it spinning into the air with my forefinger and middle finger and caught it with the index finger of my other hand, spinning it around and then tossing it into the air again. I continued to throw and twirl around the cup, trying to impress myself with the tricks I was able to do.
Prison gets boring fast, but you probably already knew that. Because I go a little stir crazy if I get bored, I’ve got to keep myself busy. Prison is probably the worst place for a guy like me, but I’ve spent a lot of time there, so I learn to deal with it. Usually by messing around with whatever I can- wooden cups, nails, widgets, fellow prisoners, guards- ye know. That sorta thing. So, that’s why I was so interested in making the only item I currently owned dance and spin between my fingers.
Unfortunately, everything gets boring if you do it long enough. Eventually I was going to run out of things to do. So watch closely, audience- let me teach you Toa Verak’s surefire method to get out of jail.
Lesson one: patience.
Yep. I can’t use my soon to be patented method anytime. Knowing when to use it is just as important as knowing how.
You gotta be patient. I’m not so patient, unlike my hypothetical advice following reader, so I keep myself busy. Y’know- fiddling around with whatever you can.
Back to that wooden cup I got again.
I quickly bored of my tossing and fiddling it, so I set the cup upside down on my hard bed and stood up in one motion. I sauntered over to Sparkles cage and tapped lightly on the wooden bar.
“How’s prison been treatin’ ya, brother?”

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"Gentlemen!"

 

The gentle, melodic voice carried in the sea breeze; its progenitor, Akiri Hahli waved warmly and smiled at the oncoming honor guard and its civilian counterparts. , The Ga-Koran leader was flanked by two Marine escorts and followed closely by one more, but the casual grace and friendly, open pace that marked her walk was the same she would have used had she been greeting them alone. A sound night's sleep and a somewhat resolved ending to the Surina affair, plus the deal she had struck with the Ko-Koran architect just days prior, had done well to combat her fatigue. Her eyes were cloudless and reached her wide smile; not even the humorless Marines (or, as she liked to call them, master actors) behind her could stave off her infectious good mood for long. It was too beautiful a day.

 

And it was a very beautiful day, she decided. The early third of the morning was just beginning to draw to a close as people with day jobs settled into their niche comfortably; those who had the day off or did not yet have to attend mingled in the streets and markets, or sat on the docks and let their feet hang above the water. The sounds of the sea birds and the chatter of the peaceful little Koro converged and diverged wherever it was necessary; it was a peaceful little spot, obviously more well-prepared for such a piece to shatter after past events but still open and friendly to whoever was ready to extend the same courtesy. Hahli herself exemplified these traits and more as she reached the middle of the convo, creating a Y-shape between her Marines, the Ussalry forces, and the civilians who had come with them.

 

"Pleasant journey, I hope? Not too much trouble?" Hahli asked, with the eagerness of a friend inviting another into a housewarming party. "Come! It's still early, and even if you're not hungry I - I mean, my guards - are. We can talk over breakfast at a restaurant somewhere."

 

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IC- Verak - Ga-Koro Prison

IC: Strakolix

 

"I have been creating a chess board out of dirt. Want to play?"

I shrugged. “Sure.”
I plopped myself down at the edge of the Vortixx's cell and looked between the wooden bars at the makeshift grid of dirt the vortixx had made. Various sized tiny pebbles were arranged at either end. I tried to reach through to push the pebbles, but the bars were too tight to fit more than a finger through.
“So. Chess. D’ye go first?” I had totally forgotten how to play, if I ever knew, and I hated board games, but there was nothing much better to do in this prison.

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"Well since the lighter pebbles are on my side, I go first since white goes first." He moved one of his pieces. "So, got any friends on the island?"

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"Gentlemen!"

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"Pleasant journey, I hope? Not too much trouble?" Hahli asked, with the eagerness of a friend inviting another into a housewarming party. "Come! It's still early, and even if you're not hungry I - I mean, my guards - are. We can talk over breakfast at a restaurant somewhere."

IC: Gavarm's smile dropped as soon as he sensed Marines approaching. He affixed in its place a blank mask of still eyes and closed lips. This was the time to be serious, in view of the one they had come to see and awaiting further orders as he sat atop his Ussal.

 

Not that Hahli's little slip particularly helped with that. Blank as Gavarm's face was, he raised a mental eyebrow, idly wondering what he might have once conjectured of her character based on that "I mean." He had seen plenty in his time and had devised a multitude of verdicts based on their specific enunciation and circumstances. It wasn't long before he selected one and repeated it in his mind.

 

Smooth like a stone on a beach.

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IC: Wokiya, Ga-Koro Town Square

 

The reporter watched the procession of Onu-Matoran with keen interest. The Matoan was sitting comfortably outside a small cafe, her table featuring an iced tea. Considering that the villages weren't as unified as they used to be, such a large number of visitors came to Wokiya as a surprise. Wokiya's gaze then shifted to Hahli, the Akiri of Ga-Koro. She was surrounded by three Marine officers, all of them sporting pleasant expressions.

 

Whatever the occasion, Wokiya knew this would be news. She quickly took out her tablet and chisel and began to write.

"hey girl: here’s an idea, but… it’s up to you:

You’re the boss of this operation."

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'YEAHHHH!' I shouted as the blue seas that reflected the light finally connected with a long stretch of golden beaches. My feet, which had been stringing along across the desert quickly pulled energy from who-knows-where as I started running. 'YAHOOOOOO! Sunshine! Palm trees! Beautiful girls! Ga-Koro!!!!'

 

'YEAAAH BOYEEEEEEEE!'

 

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IC: The door slipped open and a marine sidled silently into the interview chamber. Ignoring protocol, Lipa placed the note on Daylaria's left hand side, then stood at attention next to Voutok, awaiting a response.

IC: [ Krios ] - Marines HQKrios hesitated momentarily before answering Daylaria's curt refusal. On the one hand, he hated to lose the job; on the other, he wasn't sure he was ready to back down in front of an irritating De-Matoran and a high-ranking military officer.The door opened softly, shattering the brief moment of tension.Krios cut his eyes towards the Marine, watching with seeming indifference as she entered the room and placed a note on the Commander's desk.Interesting. The plot gets better and better, does it not?

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