OOC: Jam between Gear Director and Kughii, BZP-TIME for Gear Director's Korru
Agent and Artisan
IC: Kyhra, Po-Koro (Part SIX)
In an alley.
“What was all the iron for,” Kyhra muttered softly as he waited. Onu-Koran engineers meant the construction of new technology. It was progress in the fields of science and industry. He gazed at the sliver of afternoon sun shining through between the rooftops. They should be here soon, he realized.
On cue the sound of feet crushing sand reached his auditory receptors. Kyhra brushed his coat off while standing, marveling at the timing of the next puzzle piece. The red being before him huffed a chestful of steaming air.
“Yer shorter than expected, pipsqueak,” the rough growl of a skakdi said as Kyhra disappeared into the shadow of the muscular body. “Sure, what the karz. Start talking.”
Kyhra cleared his throat and looked up. The red eyes in their slant of anger met the blue of mathematical performance. He noticed the cut across the skakdi’s cheek, but didn’t linger. “You’re going to kill me. And this is how you’re going to do it...”
The sun was hovered over Po-Koro; the harsh, scorching day refusing to give way to the freezing cold night sky sweltered over the Lost Koro like a blanket, filling every nook and cranny with dry heat.[color=#282828;] [/color]A certain Lesterin, of improbably large size and mass, was sitting by his lonesome self in a small cafe, taking in the scenery with a content drowsiness that often resulted from a hard day's work, a cup with a warm beverage of some kind almost disappearing in his massive hands.[color=#282828;] [/color]Korru took a big slurp, and sighed lazily as he leaned back so the chair creaked in agony, threatening to snap under Korru's weight.
Kyhra watched him from the street, reflecting back to the papers he had burned. The brutishly large lesterin was his man. Crossing the street, he quickly made his way into the cafe with the jangle of a bell. With the wave of a gray hand he dismissed the oncoming waitress. His soft grey coat of lava-eel scale moving like silk with his body as he joined Korru at the open window table. The po-matoran smiled softly, a calm complexion seeping through the translucency of his kanohi.
"Hello," He said in a soft voice. "You must be Korru."
Korru lazily opened one eye, and threw a glance at the Po-Matoran, who looked extremely puny from Korru's standpoint. Korru was already quite large, and a matoran of such diminuitive stature looked practically bite-sized to him.
"Howdy, mate" he said and leaned forward again.[color=#282828;] [/color]"Yeah, I'm Korru. Po-Koro Sentinel at your service.”
The fact that the Po-Matoran knew his name didn't bother him much, he was a registered Koro official, after all, who'd just recently been in both a trial and a street fight.
"Something you needed help with?"
"Well, you could say that," Kyhra said with a nod. He glanced about briefly to make sure no one was watching before continuing. "The truth is, I'm looking for someone. Problem is, going straight to the bureau would just draw attention. Actually, I think I'm being watched. I don't know why a kohlii player like me trying out for the leagues would be followed, but I'm getting pretty scared. Is there anything you know about that could help me? Some sort of program or agency?" He rolled his shoulders forward, projecting fear.
"Well," Korru mumbled and stroked his chin
"The only thing I can think of right off the bat is the Koro's asylum program. If you have reason to believe that someone is after you, we could probably protect you. I know someone else I arrested was given that opportunity becuase she was afraid for her life"
"You'd probably have to present a good basis, though"
Korru could tell the Matoran was terrified, and he did his best to appear as non-threatening as possible, which was kind of hard when you were so large, and had an equally large broadsword within arms or Matatus reach
"Does getting nearly gunned down count? I was shot at by a Po-matoran in Onu-Koro. I don't know what became of him because I was able to get away, but he mentioned an organization. I can't remember the name though... Maybe he didn't give the name, just that there was more of him." Kyhra shuddered, thinking back on the memory. "I have a scar where the bullet nicked me -- see?"
Korru looked at the silver ripple in otherwise perfect brown and gray physique on Kyhra's left shoulder, the coat pulled away to reveal the wound. It crawled like a virus across the carapace's surface, a hard mass of failed assault. "I would request having a bodyguard or someone to protect me," Kyhra finished; "but I don't have the money. I'm just a poor kohlii player. Starving athlete type."
"Who told you needed to be rich?" Korru asked as he studied the wound in Kyhra's arm.
"I'm a Sentinel, it's my job to protect you"
"Most things cost money in this world. I wouldn't be surprised if the Sentinels were privatized by now, not that I would assume our Akiri Hewkii would so quickly do such a thing." Kyhra seemed to double on his words, attempting to be as honest, yet pleasing, as he could.
Korru chuckled a little, apparently this Matoran was pretty paranoid.
"I can assure you the Sentinels aren't privatized as far as I know. And even if they were isn't there such a thing as helping your fellow man?"
Kyhra smiled at the words. He felt relaxed in Korru’s presence, sure in his safety. Waiving a waiter over, the matoran quickly ordered an iced tea to beat the heat, then returned to the conversation, far more cheery than before.
“Hearing you say that makes me a happy man, Korru. Erm, is it alright if I call you that? I’ve never been good with military rankings or any of those specifics. If I get asylum, can I still play Kohlii with the leagues? I have a tryout tomorrow at the stadium...” He paused, staring at the wooden table for a moment. “Kohlii’s my life. I don’t really know what I’d do without it.”
Korru stroked his chin, "hmming" thoughtfully.
"I honestly don't know, you'd have to speak with the Commander, or possibly the Akiri, shoot if I know".
"And yes, you may call me Korru"
"Alright, Korru," Kyhra said with chirpy acceptance; "I'd love to do that sometime soon. If there could be guards while I was trying out that would be a dream come true. I just don't want something to happen and be framed as an accident, you know? Do you think you could spare say, twenty Sentinels to monitor the League's tryouts, or is there not that many free? I know this is all really forward, but I'm willing to give a percentage of my winnings in my games if I get on the team to the Sentinels in thanks."
"Whoa, twenty?" Korru blurted out as he looked at the Matoran with his mouth slightly agape.
"Who are these people who want you dead so bad, then?" he asked as he thought back to the brutish Vo-Toa he'd fought sometime earlier "The Sentinels are just really short on manpower right now; we were hit really hard by the Rahkshi attack, our numbers really dwindled down becuause of that"
"We'd need a real good reason to spare that many"
"Really, I'd figured we'd been more or less saved by the canyon Po-Koro wedges into," Kyhra said with melancholy. He paused, remembering the trauma of the fight through the pained expression on Korru's face. "I wasn't here," Kyrha added hastily; "but I experienced the conflict in Ga-Koro first hand. It was truly inexplicable." He shuddered.
"I know things about a certain prominent leader. Found out by accident, but I’ve been chased across the island ever since by a hired group I think called NEX. I heard about Ahkmou, and I don’t want to be another victim in whatever is going on.”
Kyhra's shoulders sagged with the weight of truth. "Can I have an appointment with the Akiri, today?"
"We'd have to bring that up for review with my superiors" Korru replied "I'm not exactly Hewkii's right-hand man"
"That's alright," he said, immediately brightening at the prospect; "will you guard me to where I can get in line?"
"To the Sentinel HQ it is" Korru replied, followed by the sound of metal scraping against stone as his broadsword slid across the floor semingly balancing on its edge, while in reality it was just Korru's Matatu at work.
He grabbed the hilt and rested the sword's blunt edge against his shoulder as he stood up, his head almost scraping the roof. The scope built into his mask whirred and turned, as Korru zoomed in on each of the other patrons in turn, studying them with ingrained suspicion.
"You just stay right in front of me, citizen, and we'll get there without being any worse for wear"
"Thank you very much Korru," Kyhra said politely, then flashed a happy smile. He hopped off the seat after downing the last of his beverage, then patted his smoky grey coat for crumbs. "I'll do just that, but you need to tell me where to go."
"It's just up the alley, second to the left and the third on our right" Korru replied as they exited the tavern.
Kyhra replied with a steady pace, although Korru had to shuffle in order not to step over his ward. The sand slipped between Kyhra's toes, warm but itchy. It felt good to be home, within the canyon of Po-Koro easing between ancient buildings carved straight from the granite. Majestic pillars were sculpted into iconographic shapes on every building; a city of carvers would never be seen more beautiful. The alley Korru mentioned was more of a causeway, with raised steps and flat landings climbing along the side of the ravine. Each slab was polished by the sands of time, making the ground sparkle in dizzying silvers and tans whenever Kyhra looked down to admire the care taken.
"And that's basically why I can't believe Le-Koro will make it to the championship this season," Kyhra finished, wagging his finger in the air. During their walk toward the Akiri's the lesterin and matoran began talking of the only thing they truly had in common: kohlii. "So, I really don't see why your friend would lay bets on them, Korru..."
Kyhra stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of two husky skakdi lingering at the end of the landing. He took in a deep breath, and gulped. "You guys, again."
"Yo, pipsqueak," a rusty voice growled from one of their mouths. "You sure gave us a hard run back there. Got a new friend too, eh?"
"You two don't want to give me an excuse to use this" Korru warned as he strode over Kyhra and raised his sword.
"Under my authority as a Po-Koro Sentinel, I order you to stand down. Do so, and I'll leave you alone, refuse, and we'll see how many times your skulls can take being banged against a wall"
"Stand down? Eh... Funny, cause I'm still sitting, Lesterin, or can you not tell the difference," the brawny skakdi growled, his legs crossed and foot tapping. The second pulled the massive blade from off her back, the sharpened edge digging into the sandstone stairs. She stepped closer, her yellow toes creating cracks in landing as she approached the range of a duelist. The skakdi's grin would have been menacing if there had been teeth.
"You're gonna bust his skull? Let's see you try," she shouted with an odd accent, gumming the words. With a burst, she rushed forward, giant cleaver shaped weapon cutting through the air toward Korru's head.
Kyhra backed behind the guard, his body shaking. "They're the ones," he said. He glanced toward the stairs they had just climbed, then out over the edge of the causeway at the buildings below. They were fighting on a ledge, and Kyhra was not going to fall off.
The cleaver suddenly met a wall of invisible force that blocked its path. It didn't stop it, as the force it already had managed to break through Korru's telekinetic shield, but it did slow it down considerably.
Korru side-stepped lightly to avoid the weapon and aimed a punch right in the Skakdi's face.
The blade sunk into the causeway, powdered stone blasting from the impact into the air. The toothless skakdi blinked, then reeled as Korru's punch struck solid, her body willowing back to reduce the blow's power. Blood trickled from her smashed nose as she yanked the blade from its hold and began anew with a snarl. The two clashed, kanohi flashing while sweat dripped between their palms, loosening sword grips.
"Yer protectin' this?" The voice rang from behind the lesterin, a sharp yelp as Kyhra felt the grimy hand clamp across his face. He tried to breath, but air left faster than it returned. Kyhra felt his eye clouding, head pounding. The skakdi leered with jagged teeth, a small object clutched tightly in his other hand. "Sometimes I wonder if there's any brains in yer' lesterins' skulls. Protectin' means keepin' guard, merc."
Korru stopped dead for a few seconds as he surveyed the situation. First priority: secure the civilian.
Korru's best bet was to get his opponent to let go, even just a little, and then use his Matatu to pull Kyhra to him, where it was safer. The problem was the small object the Skakdi held. Korru would assume it was a weapon, but not one he'd ever seen before.
Korru dislodged the sword from the lock he'd been in with the other Skakdi with a rough push, and took one step toward the the other one... [color=#282828;]To hear the whistling of a blade returning toward his back. [/color]
"Son of a..."
Korru didn't have time to turn and defend himself so he did what he hoped was unexpected enough to work... he charged forward. stomping down the steps toward the other Skakdi.
[color=#8b4513;]A hand flew forward to grip the Skakdi's hand holding the mysterious object, while another drove Korru's sword toward his neck[/color], sweeping the air where the skakdi had once been. The eventful sound of crashing steel on stone told the lesterin his plan had worked in part. Kyhra blinked as he felt himself lifted, then suddenly forced to grasp for a grip on the skakdi's arm as he dangled over the edge. Not good, I didn't ask for this; he thought with desperation, fingers digging into the bulging muscles of his captor's arm.
"Yer gonna' put that big sword down and die quietly, or this lil' guy takes the fall."
"Well, that just made everything a whole lot easier" Korru thought to himself, as he made sure that he knew where both of the Skakdi were at the moment, before he raised his sword.
"I suggest you both just give up right now" Korru threatened and puffed up his massive chest.
Kyhra flashed his blue eye at his protector, the lack of air taking its toll. His legs kicked, looking for a perch that didn't exist. The skakdi shrugged, gave a shake, and let him drop. As he fell through the air, Kyhra felt the terror leave as the city below rushed to meet him.
"An, now we're gonna disappear," The skakdi said with a dismal expression. With the push of a button, the tiles exploded outwards, fracturing from the bomb placed below.
"SON OF A TARAKAVA" Korru cursed as he flew off the stairway in a flurry of shrapnel, dust and debris.
"Focus" Korru berated himself, and fixed his gaze on the rapidly descending Kyhra. Although Korru was catching up very rapidly due to his weight.
"Well, here goes nothing" Korru thought and used his Matatu to pull Kyhra over to him. He caught the Matoran in a tight embrace, and angled him away from the ground.
Milliseconds later, he hit the ground, and evertyhing went black
The dust settled as Kyhra walked form the wreckage, hands swiping the dust from his coat. The brigadine plates within the fabric had kept him safe from shrapnel, while Korru had been an excellent cushion with his sheer mass. With luck, the Sentinel would be dead and his plan successful. If not, Kyhra could keep acting just fine. Glancing back into the destroyed home, he glanced at the brown armor.
"You okay," Kyhra asked, stepping back into ground zero and giving the lesterin a poke with his finger.
"Not now mommy, I'm not hungry"
As Korru slowly came to, he saw Kyhra leaning over him, he blinked several times as he tried to get his concentration back,
"You okay?" he asked as he sat up, only to feel a throbbing pain in the back of his head, and a sharp pain ran up his left arm. He winced as he gripped it. Something was definitely broken.
"I just asked you," Kyhra said with a concerned frown. "Why are you gripping your arm? Is it bleeding? See what I meant? These people are serious." He glanced about the destroyed room, looking for something that could work as a brace. The broken leg of a chair fit the bill, soon strapped to the lesterin's arm despite Korru's. Protestations. "Please shut up. It's the best I can do with my basic sports med training."
"The smartest thing to do now is to get you to Sentinel HQ: Hop on my back, I'll carry you there" Korru said as he forced himself up.
"Alright," Kyhra agreed dolefully as he climbed onto the large lesterin's back. Wrapping his hands together the matoran dangled like a small sack across Korru's shoulders. How easy it would be to strangle him, Kyhra found himself thinking. Korru’s pulse thumped underneath his fingers. It only required pressure. But the plan...
The walk to HQ was fairly uneventful, the reactions of the other Sentinels on the other hand, were not.
While Korru was hustled off to get someone to look at his arm, Kyhra was asked to explain the situation as best as he could.
“Look, I’ve been attacked and if you want more evidence you’ll have to go there. And what is this blanket about,” Kyhra asked as a matoran placed a heavy linen cloth about his shoulders.
“It’s for stress,” he explained, then walked away. With a shrug Kyhra returned to examining the room, finally alone to wait for the Akiri. The hut was simple, having remained unchanged during the architectural renaissance. Carved from a boulder of granite, the semicircular waiting area was filled with muted furniture: simple objects for a simple ruler. A few waiting guard glanced at Kyhra’s eyepatch, but otherwise left the conversation unsaid. Within minutes he was ushered to the wooden door. With a push, the handle slid out of the lock and he stepped in to Aikiri Hewkii’s office.
OOC: End Jam between Gear Director and Kughii. Thanks for the fun!Part SEVEN