IC: " And you say these are all over the Koro." Hewkii said, looking at the poster in his hand. The propaganda was...preposterous. Himself, a power-hungry tyrant, and the Sentinels who kept the peace as thugs with badges? The sheer...creativity of the piece was to be admired, at least. The perpetrator was someone who knew rhetoric. He looked out the window, past the Sentinel sergeant who had brought this matter to his attention. "What have the men been doing to counter this?" "We've been taking them down wherever we can, sir." The sergeant replied. "To date we've collected at least seventy copies, and we're not getting all of them. This just started a couple of days ago." "I see. A respectable production rate. How do the men feel?" Hewkii could almost feel the hesitation, and put two and two together even as the sergeant's words reached him. "Well, to be honest sir, they're not happy. They feel demonized. Everyone knows the civilians hate and despise the Sentinels, and this propaganda is just bringing it to the forefront." His discipline prevented him from shifting uncomfortably, but the look in his eyes was unmistakable. Righteous anger. "The discipline of your men is your responsibility, sergeant, but I trust that none of the younger members of the Sentinels have...acted rashly in public? We can hardly gain the approval of the people if we act the tyrants they fear us to be." He said. The sergeant was silent for a moment before composing himself and opening his mouth. Hewkii held up a hand. "I understand. Ensure that it does not happen again. Your men may continue to remove the posters and anything else they might find. But do so discreetly. Confiscating items held by citizens is out of the question. And begin identifying the most common source locations of these posters. I want to begin putting together a suspect list." The sergeant nodded. "Understood, sir." "Dismissed." The Toa turned and departed, leaving Hewkii alone in his office with the paper. He looked down at it, then back out at the city. Where did I go wrong? The thought echoed through Hewkii's brain, unrelenting and consuming like a ravenous Muaka. My every action has been for the best interests of my people. I have always done what I felt would benefit them the most...and I am I tyrant? How? Who could come up with an idea like that? What line of-- His train of thought was cut off by a knock on his door. "Enter." He said, turning toward the door. It swung open with a creak, and he saw a Toa wearing the distinctive livery of a messenger. The runner wordlessly handed him a piece of paper, which he absorbed quietly. Finally, he set it down, his brain on a completely different track than it had been a minute ago. Suddenly, he felt a cold chill go down his spine as he felt old fears resurrect themselves. Fear of invasion. Fear of an army marching down the slopes of Mt. Ihu and into the badlands in the south of Po-Wahi, toward his beloved village. Fear of not just a cold war, but a hot one. "Find out if that telegraph line to Ta-Koro is done yet." He said.