Wow, it's like just past midnight when I'm writing this. I'm just throwing my sleeping schedule all out of whack. I'm going to wake up at like, noon now. A while ago (back when it was still considered "Friday"), I started writing an entry for S&T contest #2. I don't know if I'm even going to use what I've written so far because I plan on writing an entry for all three categories and choosing which one is best and sending that in. I feel like posting what I have now here:

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The two Rahaga Norik and Pouks walked through the littered jungle of power cables and rubble that was Le-Metru.

“That section needs only a few Bio worth of chute length,” said Pouks.

The two long-time friends were on a scouting mission in this section of the Metru, looking for maneagable repair work. As all six of the Rahaga had come to realize, a workforce of six could not restore a battered city to its once glorious state, even through almost five-hundred years of effort. Despite this, the Rahaga honored the Matoran virtue of duty; and they were always seeking opportunities to patch up the city in any way they could.

“Even that span of power cables could be repaired in a few days’ time, and that bridge would take no more than a year,” Pouks continued.

The two Rahaga passed many ruined maintenance and repair workshops, and came upon a wrecked airship where a large tower had obviously toppled over and cleaved into the ship’s hull.

“This,” Norik said, “is nothing but a mess, of course.”

“Right, this is another one of those cleanup cases. We will need to call the other four Rahaga’s attention to this.”

Norik and Pouks walked into the interior of the airship. The ceiling of the vessel had many large holes rent into it that illuminted the space with the dim light of only one sun.

Normally, the Rahaga were accostomed to moving through areas of Metru Nui that were derelict, damged, even utterly destroyed; but a peaceful perception of silence and neutrality often dominated as well, unless a violent Rahi or two were loose in the area. When there was unbalance, the Rahaga could tell; and there was unbalance in this airship wreck.

“Norik, maybe we should leave now and capture this Rahi when we have prepared a little –”

“I know,” Norik cut in, “the dust has not settled in here: there was movement here, and not long ago, either. But we should capture this Rahi now while we know it is here, and the fact that a Cable Crawler lies tangled up in a corner over there clinches it.”

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And by the way, 400 words is like two-thirds of a page, while four-thousand words takes up about six pages (single-spaced), and that's without dialogue. I tested this by copy-pasting "words" over and over again and saw how much space four-thousand "words"s would take up. Quite a lot, actually.