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IC: Axxon, Tuakana | Nightmare Pits

The titan looked curiously at Aspect. The specifics of the rites had been unknown to all but a few, but surely others knew what name they called upon? It was no secret. They had built their lives around their salvation, acquiescing to its every demand. They had built monuments to its power, and vast instruments to play the songs of its praise. Of all the island's denizens, he had thought that surely Aspects would know of whom he spoke. But his mask showed him that Whira did not lie. And a brief examination of Tuakana's memories—crippled and malformed though they were by the weight of untold years—confirmed the truth: they did not know, or they had forgotten.

"Strange," Axxon said quietly. "You really don't know?"

His mouth twisted in pain, echoing the twisting of the amalgam in his side. He felt the weight of the darkness settling upon them like low-hanging clouds, ready to unleash a storm. Smoke and gas drifted from the pit, carrying flecks of ash. The carvings on the walls were barely visible in the dim light.

"It was Mata Nui."

 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Kal the Guardian

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IC: Taku Crew, Metru-Koro

Exuze began to quietly search Knichou's quarters. He had heard from others on the crew that the Toa had some exotic pieces of Nynran technology, and Exuze wasn't going to get maimed and abandoned without getting some payment for his sacrifice, as if anything Knichou had in this room could make up for the pain he had gone through in the past day.

The room was small, mainly consisting of two bunks, one above the other, a table, and a washroom at the end. The table was clearly for tinkering, as various parts of Knichou's lightstone rifle were in a bin on it alongside various tools, the refuse from his modifications to the weapon. There wasn't much of interest out in the open, aside from a discarded tool belt with lots of pocket space, which Exuze struggled to equip. With only one arm, he'd need the storage room, however unfashionable it may be. He took a nearby utility knife and mounted it's sheath on the tool belt as well. Never know when you might need one, after all.

The Toa had to be hiding his secrets somewhere, so Exuze didn't stop looking. He slowly opened a drawer embedded in the table, only to find a few widgets, an iStone, and some books. The lesterin opened one of the larger books and fingered through it. Sketches, schematics, calculations, measurements... nothing of use to him now. The other books were maps, offical documents, charts, reference books, and... was that a scrapbook? The welder quickly flipped through them all, hoping for a hidden compartment of some kind. No luck, and Exuze didn't have the time or the motivation to read the array of documents.

He closed the drawer and carefully knelt down to look under Knichou's bunk to find a basket of various bottles from a wide selection of manufacturers. Exuze took a bottle of the hardest liquor he could find, securing that in one of the many pouches of his belt. On second thought, he took another for good measure. Before he slid the basket of bottles back underneath the bunk, Exuze saw there was a metallic suitcase hidden further back. Jackpot.

The lesterin slid that out from under the bunk, and began to thoroughly examine it. It was sealed perfectly shut - not even a visible crease where the halves of the suitcase would meet. It definitely fit the profile of a suitcase, but the lock was an exotic mechanism Exuze had never seen before. Maybe he couldn't unlock it, but the lesterin had a plan to check that it really had what he wanted. He used his kanohi to mimic the power of a phase dragon, his hand turning intangible and passing through the container's walls. When it was safe the tips of his fingers became tangible again and he felt around the inside of the box. There was... an open space meant for some large rectangular block of some kind - this must have been what Berys was talking about! But it was completely empty. There was the gun-shaped device Berys had mentioned the other day, but it was useless without the wondrous material the Le-Matoran had described to Exuze that the tool programmed.

The lesterin pulled his hand out of the box and cursed his luck under his breath. Knichou must have used the last of it doing what Berys described. The welder slowly began to move the suitcase and the basket of bottles back underneath the bunk to leave the room as he had found it.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

Viltia hung suspended from the trees, eyeing the semi-intelligent plants below her. There were pods and flowers and vines and barbs, all with a physiology that was far more like her own organic protodermis muscles than she cared to admit. The Rahi-eating plant amalgamation was forced to ignore her as she controlled it and subsequently studied it.

Everything that made it up was plant matter, yet it also was able to move about to an alarming degree. But if a plant, which was still just a plant, could be this intelligent, and vicious, then maybe she could make her own plant. Her own combination. One that could be used for good. Potentially to even guard the village.

Although if it ever was mutated by the swamp while she wasn’t in Le-Metru Nuva, there would need to be some kind of off switch for it. Maybe some kind of dependency that it couldn’t get anywhere else?

Her mind immediately moved to the forge. That was very unnatural for the swamp. Maybe she could create a plant that fed off the intense fires of the forge, so it would be limited to just being around the village and it couldn’t grow out of control. Something that could cover a large area and yet take up relatively small space.

Moss? Maybe. Or vines. That could work too. And both options would be unobtrusive.

Viltia shrugged to herself. It sounded like a fun challenge to overcome, but her mind wanted to be doing something else completely. Viltia Absorbed the Rahi-eating plants, leaving no trace of them. The village was safe from one more threat.

Completing her rounds, and using her mask to shoo off a couple dangerous looking Rahi, Viltia finally got back to her true passion at the moment. The door to the forging hut creaked on its metal hinges and a rush of air even warmer than the already humid swamp air met her. Beruv, as was usual, was already inside, working.

Viltia noticed the “motherboard”, as Circuit had called it, was gone, along with several of Spark’s tools. Not that he would notice today. She had already told Torch and Spark about the Vuata Maca tree and the power within it. They were figuring out the logistics of tapping into that power with Match and a few other electrically inclined beings from the village. And in a way that did not damage or hinder the tree in any way. She made sure of that. She wouldn’t forget Apex’s warnings.

Pulling out her book, she flipped to her page on potential mask combinations. She wanted to go straight into Kanohi crafting, or maybe figuring out how to make a Great Disc, but figured she needed to warm up first. Working with level one discs and figuring out combinations was an easy start. She smiled to herself. Not so long ago level one discs had been the hard ones. Now they were easy. Life sure was funny sometimes.

She went down her list of Mutation attempts, stopping as she got to the bottom. If Reconstruct at Random didn’t work with a Toa Disc of Shadow or Energy, then she was going to have to rethink what might be required. Potentially a third disc. But that would take a ton more work to figure out, so she hoped the last two possible combinations of two discs worked.

She moved to the next page, rolling her quill pen in her fingers as she moved her thoughts to a mask of Truth. Truth had evaded her for a while now. She figured it needed a disc of Telepathy, but no other logical combinations seemed to work. She had tried Mind Control, Detection, Translation, even Telekinesis. And that included combinations of three discs at once.

Still, Truth was still elusive. Viltia tapped the quill against her mask, idly looking about the room. Her optics rested on the Kanohi Machine for the mask of Removes Poison that Circuit was making. Without meaning to, she started thinking about the female Vahki and her mask of Night Vision. It was an interesting mask that Viltia had on her list of Kanohi to eventually make, but it wasn’t anything that stood out to her. It could illuminate things, reveal what the dark obscured.

Viltia squinted. No. That better not be it. She wrote down: Telepathy and Night Vision?

If that was it, so help her, that would change a lot of how she thought about masks. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. If it was true, then yeah, she guessed technically it made sense. She shook her head at the thought. It better not be. She flipped the page.

Time Duplication. It seemed like an impossible task. Nothing had even come close to being the right power. She had discovered a couple new powers along the way, but it hadn’t given her too much joy. Her true objective still lay before her.

There were so many combinations crossed out she had needed to start a new page. Right now she was thinking Kindred, Illusion, and Telekinesis. Kindred to summon the powers of yourself. And then Illusion and Telekinesis to create a living duplicate.

She sure hoped this one wor- OW!

Viltia dropped her book, crying out as pain flared in her left arm. Beruv stopped what she was working on and worriedly came over, “What’s wrong?

Viltia looked at her arm. Carved through her armor and into the more tender mechanical bits below was a one word question: This?

Wincing, she replied to Beruv, “I’m not sure. I… I really don’t know.” Viltia looked at her book on the ground, her subconscious mind making a leap in logic. “No…

Viltia looked back at her arm as one of her tethers grabbed her book, returning it to her hands. She looked at her writing, then back to the arm, “I- No way. I… I think I did this.” Could it really be true. Could the “Time” in Time Duplication mean much more than what she had thought. Maybe “Duplication” was the dubious term, not “Time”.

Confusion filled Beruv’s voice, “What do you mean you think you did this? Wouldn’t you know that you wrote into your arm?

Viltia wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was racing. If Time Duplication was pulling you through time, then that had to be some combination of Teleportation and something else. Maybe Summoning. Viltia wrote down her ideas.

And this mask was more complicated than she thought, surely there would be a third Kanoka that needed to be merged as well to boost the power even higher. But what would fit? Spirit? Maybe Fate? She wished she knew more mask powers!

She wrote down her guesses, turning to Beruv, “So I’m not sure, but I think Time Duplication pulls you through time, not actually making a Duplicate from scratch.

Beruv didn’t look so sure, and was about to voice her opinions when Viltia quickly closed her book and put it and her quill pen and ink away. She went for the door, “I’ll be right back. I need to go get my weekly healing. Again.

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IC: Arkius - Todbuk-Koro

"Kilo, Jutori, are you ready for the journey we are about to undertake?" Arkius said as the group met up. He gestured behind him to Kat. "This is Kathrine, Toa of Fire. She will be joining us on this journey."

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IC: Iradra - The Coliseum

As soon as the Vahki broke through her barriers, Iradra backed up, three of them being felled by Zaliyah's attacks before she managed to conjure a handful of barriers in the elevator corridor, blocking off the stairs from her, Zaliyah, and Ostrox. The last Vahki, charging Iradra, found itself caught in one of the barriers, held in place though struggling against it. Iradra winced, and with effort, the barrier tightened until finally it sliced through the Vahki, bisecting it and leaving its two halves like scrap piles sitting between her barriers as she turned and began making her way for the windows. Only for a stray Kanoka of Weakening to hit her directly in the face, shattering the bronze facade and casting its pieces across the room while the Toa of Light was momentarily knocked down to the ground.

Now on her back, she quickly raised a hand and began firing shards of hardlight at the Vahki at the window, one of those shards hitting a Vahki in the mandibles just as it was summoning in a kanoka, activating the disk to the effect of its upper body reconstituting into acid that poured down onto a Vahki unit below, eating through its armor before the lower half of the Vahki above fell into it and shattered its weakened chassis into scrap that continued falling down the side of the Coliseum.

@Eyru@Toru Nui@Nato the Traveler

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

Her arm healed after the healer’s Rhotuka did its work, Viltia spent most of the day combining level one Kanoka. The hours flew by as she toiled. Every so often Spark, Match, Torch, or someone else would come to grab a few tools or rare metals, but they would soon be gone again, barely blips on Viltia’s radar.

She stopped for lunch, and again for dinner. She even did a quick survey of the swamp, watching out for potential dangers. But soon enough she was back at the forge, billows pumping, smoke billowing, and arms moving.

Mutation had been a combination of Reconstruct at Random and Shadow. Truth, much to her chagrin, had been Night Vision and Telepathy. Why, though? Why? Sure, it kind of made sense, but now she doubted the logic behind most other masks.

Time Duplication, that one was going to be a doozy to merge at level 8. Level 1 discs had been hard enough to merge together. That one had ended up being Teleport, Fate, and Summoning. If it ended up working like she thought, then she had some very cross words for her future self about carving a word into her own arm. Or maybe she had done it to herself and future her wasn’t involved? She would find out when she made the mask.

But first, she would have to make the discs, to then merge together the discs, to then finally try her hands at the masks. For now, she was content to do her best at making a mask of Growth.

There was no disc merging involved, so theoretically, it should be just as easy to make as the masks of Teleportation and Removes Poison were. She grabbed a level 8 Kanoka of Growth from their growing stockpile. Beruv had been quite busy today helping Viltia fill out all the level 8 discs she would need for merging later. It was kind of crazy how many Kanoka could go into one mask.

Viltia slid the Kanoka of Growth into the forge, warming it to the point of malleability, but not melting in any way. It glowed a nice orange in the center. Removing it from the forge, Viltia grabbed her hammer and began to shape the mask. Sparks flew as protosteel met Kanoka, forcing it to yield under Viltia’s guidance. This was her fifth Great Mask. No, wait, she had made two Kanohi of Teleportation. Sixth Great Mask. And that didn’t count all the noble and powerless Kanohi she had practiced on to get to this point. Each time she successfully created a powered mask, her skill grew all the more. She didn’t notice it as her mind moved on to other tasks, but she ended up making her Kanohi of Growth in one try. That was quite the accomplishment.

There were no jagged edges or warped holes. It was even throughout, there were no weak points. The mask was smooth to the touch and had that slight silvery shimmer that showed it still held power. She set it down to settle and harden fully, stretching her limbs. She was getting pretty tired, but her mind was also excited for the next day.

That night Viltia dreamt of merging with Nektann, Sidra, Beruv, Torch, and well... everyone really. It was a nice dream, full of happy thoughts and unity. By the end of it, she merged with death and then reached out to embrace the stars.

The next day Viltia awoke especially cheerful. She had figured out all the combinations of Kanoka she had wanted to. Now she just had to make them and then their masks. She was getting closer to making a Great Disc from scratch, she could feel it.

After a small tussle with a wickedly grinning Metru Mantis, Viltia stood before the Vuata Maca tree, head tilted to one side as she looked in confusion at its trunk. Torch and Spark had had Viltia make a small clearing in the wall of trees, just big enough to squeeze through. Having a wall of bark and wood to protect such a precious and legendary tree was probably for the better, so they left it. It had kept them from finding it, and hopefully most other Rahi and insects as well. Viltia would close up the hole when they were done.

Wrapped around several branches was copper wiring which all funneled into a protective tubing. It was a non-invasive way to collect the energy the tree provided in abundance. There was still plenty of room to pick the fruit produced. And there was even space for the tree to grow. The tubing wasn’t fully set up, either, and the copper wiring currently didn’t lead anywhere.

But that wasn’t what Viltia was looking at. Much like when she had first found the tree, a Vuata Maca Crystal was embedded in the trunk instead of being merged with the tree. Viltia stepped forward, concerned. Was the swamp already trying to corrupt the tree again?

She hesitated, then reached out the crystal. Once again, her gentle touch dislodged the crystal, though this time she was ready to catch it. The place where the crystal was embedded didn’t leak any foul fluid, nor cause further damage. The tree’s bark merely closed over the gap, sealing without a trace of the hole, inside or out. She Observed the tree with her element. It… somehow was still whole and pure. It retained the same amount of energy. It was still just as alive and vibrant as before.

Viltia looked at the crystal. She had never heard of the Vuata Maca tree creating crystals before. Well, up until a few days ago, the tree itself had been a myth to her, so who knew what it could do. Maybe it was even the swamp causing a good mutation in it to make the crystals. She had no way of knowing.

She rolled the crystal around in her hands, feeling it hum with power. Hmmmm… If these were growable... They had helped heal the tree and they were legendary in their own right. Maybe she could use them somehow to make her Great Disc…

Huh. Maybe.

Viltia turned. First, she had three more masks to make.

OOC: Permission given by GMs to have the Vuata Maca tree produce its own crystals.

Edited by Kal the Guardian
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IC: Taku crew, Metru-Koro

Exuze left the Taku as he entered it - slowly and carefully. Because of this, the lesterin was just as successful in evading detection from his former crewmates as he had been while entering the ship. Once his feet were finally secure on the sands below, he began to move towards the newly-created monument nearby. As tired as he had been at the time, it was hard to miss seeing the funeral, with Exuze and Suhaku had electing to look on from a distance. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, to consider how close they came to being in Datrox's position. Naturally Exuze wanted to take a closer look while he was here.

Exuze didn't recognize Datrox, not that this effigy was particularly recognizable as Toa go, and so the former welder began to walk back to the hut to join Suhaku when he noticed something half buried in the sands. He squatted down and used his hand to lift it up slightly. Was this a weapon?

No, much better.

He carried it back to the abandoned hut and set it down on the floor nearby. He resumed his post leaning against the wall, but at least now he had something to fight for. In quiet celebration, he began to take swigs from one of his whiskey bottles that would've make a skakdi blush, his hearty lesterin stomach letting him consume drinks with such speed and potency that other species would find unfathomable.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

Viltia ran her hand along the level 8 Kanoka of Mutation. She couldn’t see it, but on its underside she could feel a small hairline fracture, smaller than the width of a flower petal. Now, if this were a normal disc, she could just leave it. The tiny fracture wasn’t a big enough flaw to be detrimental. The disc would only lose power faster the more it was used. But she was going to be using this to create a mask. And that meant any tiny problems could lead to the disc activating during the mask making process, and she couldn’t have that with a disk of Mutation. No way. She wouldn’t ever take that risk.

So the Toa of the Green, turned forger, set aside the disk. She could reforge it later. She really wanted to get to the disk of Truth, and then after that was turned into a mask, the disc of Time Duplication. If she was able to make that mask, nothing was out of reach. Not a legendary mask, nor a Great Disc.

Her finished mask of Growth sat off to one side, where she had left it the night before. Oh! She had forgotten about it. She swiped it from its resting place, giving it a good squeeze. It gave slightly, and it still had that silvery sheen. At this point she didn’t even need to test it. Still, better safe than sorry.

Moving to the clearing beneath the village, where there was now a pond where the pit had been made where the Grand Untethered had died, Viltia physically swapped her mask out for the mask of Growth, not using the Air Suva.

The power of the Kanohi sat in her mind waiting to be concentrated on. Viltia did so, and got the strangest feeling as her body slowly extended and thickened in proportion to itself as she grew in size. She stopped when her head touched the canopy, about 35 feet up in the air. She was no Tahtorak, but she looked at her giant body with fondness. It was nowhere near the feeling of Nektann letting her pilot his body, but it was still what she had been hoping for.

She flexed her fingers, actually somewhat used to how her bigger body meant slower reactions. At this size it wasn’t too noticeable at all, but still, back when she was a Matoran, she would have never thought about such a side effect. That her mind literally had more of her to send signals through, so her body in turn would end up moving at somewhat delayed speeds.

The canopy moved away from Viltia, somehow raising up even higher. Viltia looked up. Huh? She looked down. Oh. She was sinking in the mud of the clearing.

She deactivated the mask, shrinking back down to normal size and clambering up and out of the small pits she had made with her feet. She did her best to even them out, but really only ended up covering herself in mud. She sighed. This was one part of living in the Fau Swamp that wasn’t growing on her. She easily located a broken off stick and used it to wipe away as much mud and muck as she could.

As she did, she thought of that cleaning slug that had found her when she had first met Sidra and had mentioned to Apex. She pondered how she might encourage a couple of those slugs to live around Le-Metru Nuva. With their limit on clean water, those slugs might help keep everyone clean. Well, if the villagers were okay with giant slugs crawling over their bodies, that is.

Finishing up, Viltia swapped back to her mask of Rahi Control and held up the mask of Growth, mentally commanding the Suva to input the mask. Space warped around the mask and it was whisked away, the nice Suva voice mentally telling Viltia the mask of Growth had been successfully added to the registry. Once again, Viltia felt good when it declared her the creator of the Kanohi.

Now, on to some more fun! Viltia re-entered the forging hut and prepared to make the disc of Truth. She already had a level 8 Kanoka of Telepathy, and Beruv had made her a level 8 disc of Night Vision a couple days ago now. Viltia grabbed the discs and moved over the Kanoka merging mold. She also grabbed a pair of tinted goggles. When merging, discs of Night Vision could give off bright lights. And discs of Telepathy could send out mental white noise, causing distractions. Viltia had that one covered though, she was really good at focusing. Well, maybe a little too good sometimes. Okay, most of the time. She was working on it and was way better than she had been when she first become a Toa.

Earlier, Viltia had shoveled some more coal into the furnace, and placed a couple dried out logs on top of that. Now, they were turned into a pile of embers glowing brightly and emitting a great amount of heat. She didn’t even need to use the Toa Discs of Fire that were built into the forge to adjust it any. She placed her discs in the mold and pushed that into the forge, watching them heat up.

Merging already merged discs was a volatile experiment at best. The more the discs had already been merged, the harder it was to merge them again and the more the powers leaked out when doing the merging.

But this would be a great stepping stone for her to try to tackle Time Duplication. She knew that would be the toughest thing she would try yet.

Already a bright spot of light shown on the surface of the discs as they melted enough to start being mixed. Viltia started stirring, optics trying to avoid the sudden bright spots of light as she studied the liquid metal as the two discs became one. There was a sudden buzz in her head, like a far off Nui-Rama hive. After a while of this, it started to give her a headache. She did her best to push on, her goggles helping shield her optics from the bright and sudden lights from the forming disc.

Thanks to her Kanohi of Removes Poison, there weren’t any impurities to worry about, so she was easily able to tell when it was time to let it cool. As the disc settled into a solid form, the lights faded and so did the spurts of white noise. A slight headache remained, though.

When the disc was solid, Viltia picked it up, dousing it in water. Steam rushed up from the bucket, adding a little bit of humidity to the otherwise dry forging hut air. Properly put through the hardening process, Viltia set aside the disk, not even checking for the silver luster that showed whether or not she had been successful. She needed a break. Maybe a small bit of rest. She took off her protective gear and went for a walk.

OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Eyru @Unreliable Narrator Mask of Growth added to Air Suva.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

Viltia watched as Spark directed construction of an electrical pipeway up through the canopy, the source being the Vuata Maca tree. She had taken her walk, had a little something to eat, and then had taken a short nap. She was feeling much better now, though she had missed out on part of her work.

Spark sat on a board tied on the four corners to a rope that ran up even higher in the tree branches. He yelled up above whenever he needed to be moved.

For a moment, Viltia considered merging with him and using his knowledge to help him complete the task far easier with her help, but Sidra’s words kept her from making the offer. Maybe later, or with someone else. Or, well, hopefully many someones.

She moved away, back to her current calling. As she did, she pulled the Vuata Maca Crystal from her satchel. It glowed in the dark underbrush, and as she moved it, it seemed to cast sparkles everywhere. It could be the key to her figuring out Great Discs, but she wasn’t sure how to approach her experiments. Energized Protodermis could be very dangerous, and she didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks. The village needed her, for several things. Protection, Kanoka, Kanohi, food, building materials, etc. She couldn’t willfully endanger her own life so recklessly. Everything needed to be thought through.

Maybe she could find a way to break down the crystal into its component parts, like melting it or something. Protodermis retained its power even when melted. Once hardened, if it was in the proper shape, the power would still be there, ready to be accessed. Hopefully the crystal was the same.

Once equipped to continue her work, Viltia grabbed the Kanoka of Mutation with the small fracture. She reforged it, this time successfully. As it settled, Viltia grabbed the Vuata Maca Crystal, placing it in a Kanoka mold and sliding it into the forge. After a couple minutes of it not melting, Viltia pushed two buttons. A second later, two thunks could be heard striking inside the forge as two low level Toa Disks of Fire erupted flames, greatly raising the temperature.

Viltia was forced back by the heat, her body not able to bear it. She watched from afar as the heat eventually died down, the crystal no worse for the wear. She frowned, scratching her mask. Just how hot did that thing need to be to melt?

She sighed. Time to try something else. She grabbed the crystal with her tongs and doused it in water. There was a strange sound like ice breaking, except deeper, and the water and steam came alive with electricity. Viltia jolted back, though only in shock at the event, not the electricity. She set the crystal back in the Kanoka mold, inspecting it. It didn’t look cracked or damaged in any way. It seemed completely fine.

Viltia tilted her head to one side, contemplating what just happened. Eventually she decided to just pick up the Vuata Maca Crystal. It was still warm, but not hot enough to burn. But it didn’t feel as solid, and now up close, it looked a little foggy, too. Viltia squeezed it and it cracked slightly under her grip, crackling with energy as it did, slightly shocking her, this time with electricity.

She set it back down in the Kanoka mold, laying it flat and grabbing her largest Kanohi hammer. With a well practiced swing, she struck the crystal in its center with perhaps a little more force than she meant. Instead of fragmenting, it powderized, settling into a fine dust that visibly had sparks of electricity run along its particles.

This… This was perfect! Exactly what she wanted!

It was a formable medium that could be mixed with the energized protodermis, potentially sealing it in the normal protodermis ore. And it still held power. It was perfect.

She grabbed the half made disc. She grabbed the faux-Exsidian container with the purified EP inside. She poured the crystal powder into a separate container. Heating the half made disc, she let it melt fully before removing it and stirring it. Once it seemed to be stirred well, she poured in the purified energized protodermis. It merged with the ore, just like it had last time. She quickly added in the powderized Vuata Maca Crystal.

The powder sent up a splash of sparks evenly over the whole disc, the powder particles fusing into the molten ore just as the EP had. Suddenly the ore started rapidly teleporting, with Viltia barely able to keep up. She stirred and stirred and stirred some more, trying to keep the mixture even. Once she even had to grab a globule from the air with her protosteel mixer, letting it slide off back into the Kanoka mold.

By the time it hardened, it was a bubbly mess, devoid of all power. Viltia stood there, arms at her sides, panting. Okay, it had worked. But making a Great Disc was going to take a lot of practice. She… wasn’t ready for that today.

Viltia dunked the powerless disc in water, cooling it. She set it off to the side in a special place no one else would touch. The energized protodermis remained a part of the metal, now hopefully fuzed forever. She was so proud that the Vuata Maca Crystal had worked. How crazy was that?

Whew!

She sat down, trying to catch her breath. She beamed, filled with Joy. Disc crafting gave her this incredible feeling. Not just of accomplishment, but of discovery. With how Kanoka could be formed on Zakaz, she might be able to do things no other forger back in their old universe had been able to do. That filled her with a desire to learn, to experiment. To reach forward and seize of Destiny of her choosing

After her breathing went back to normal she stood, stretching her limbs. She didn’t feel 100% right now, so perhaps the Great Disc could wait. Actually, yeah. Making the mask of Time Duplication might actually help her physically prepare to make a Great Disc.

But not quite yet. First the mask of Mutation to fix Wing, then maybe another mask of Teleportation for Spark, and then the mask of Truth. Only after that was all done would she be ready to make her crowning achievement. Well, crowning achievement until she successfully made a Great Disc. And if she could make one, then whenever, or maybe if, the Vuata Maca Tree made another crystal, she could make more.

A crazy idea filled her head. Could she make a mask out of a Great Disc? Her tethers wiggled a little bit in excitement. She absolutely had to try that.

No, focus. Mask of Mutation.

Viltia grabbed the level 8 Kanoka, bringing it up to temperature and beginning the shaping process. She didn’t realize it, since the change had been so drawn out, but her arms and their organic protodermis muscles had grown in response to all her training. Not just were they honed for forging skills, but had added strength and endurance as well. Gone were the days where she felt weak and exhausted after making her third Kanoka.

Once finished shaping the mask, Viltia grabbed a smaller hammer and a chisel to work on the features. As she did, she could tell something was off. The way she was making holes, how the chisel interacted with the protodermis, it wasn’t right. She wasn’t going to take any chances with Mutation, so she melted it down and reforged the disk, having to start making the mask from scratch. This time though, everything went smoothly and soon enough, she had a cooling Kanohi before her. It’s silver gleam told her of her success, but she would still have to try it on and make sure it hadn’t lost any power and had become a Noble mask. Wing would be very happy.
 

OOC: Viltia's Great Disc creation process approved by GMs.

 

 

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning - Zakazian

Location - Irnakk’s Tooth (7, 10)

With - Whira, Tuaxxon

 

Well that’s just great. Now Whira sounded like she was in her right mind, but she was still talking with this Axxon loser. Cravious ground his large teeth and lowered his weapons. He didn’t like this. Not one bit. But perhaps that was Irnakk’s doing. He couldn’t be sure. The pit witches wouldn’t stop their cackling and it was getting really annoying and was stopping him from thinking straight.

He coughed. And this foul, acrid air wasn’t helping things either.



OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

 

IC: Hahvok - Za and Ja Krana of Ice - Independent

Location - Underground

With - Marrow, Providence, Zak-Yak, Takadox

 

Hahvok lowered his shields as the Rahi retreated. The mind called Marrow grabbed hands with the large arm mind. For what purpose he had no idea. Perhaps it was like how his Krana piloted his body?

His other body, Zal, still hid a ways away.
 

OOC: @Sparticus147 @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator

Edited by Kal the Guardian
Added Cravious and Hahvok.
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IC: Reliable Narrator | The Coliseum

Zaliyah fought wildly, like a cornered animal, and the vahki fell beneath her claws, but not before they marked her with wounds of her own. Iradra, despite her inexperience as a Toa, fought bravely as well, wielding her hardlight constructions like they were extensions of her own body; but she missed a stray disk of weakening, which shattered her mask and knocked her to the ground. Ostrox wielded his rhotuka with brutal efficiency, striking down vahki after vahki as they poured through the door, but he couldn't dodge every shot they returned. The office was littered with remains of chairs and desks used as makeshift shields against the mechnical onslaught. The walls were covered with burns and blast marks from stray disks, rhotuka, and energy blasts. Abandoning the doors, some vahki had started blasting through the drywall, creating more entrances into the room. Several shattered fluorescent lights showered the ground with broken glass. The alarm pealed over everything like a battle song.

One by one, the three fighters slowly retreated toward the window, bruised, bleeding, and growing more exhausted with every passing second. They fought with everything they had, but it wasn't enough. The mechanical soldiers kept coming, masks swinging from chains around their necks, their eyes devoid of mercy. Outside, the city's eternal twilight was beginning to deepen into evening. A patch of of indigo sky could be seen through the one of the eyeholes in the skull. If they looked closely, the little black silhouettes of birds could be seen as they flew home to their roosts.

"Getting scared, Zaliyah?" Aurax's taunting voice came on over the intercom. "If you surrender now, then maybe I'll consider throwing you all in prison instead of executing you."

Four more vahki ascended the stairs, meeting three descending. These seven vahki marched into the room, stepping over their fallen comrades and standing ready to fire their disks. As they did so, the two remaining vahki outside the building looked in and prepared to fire at the three renegades as they backed up to the window. All nine vahki waited for Zaliyah's response.

 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui @Onaku

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

Wing was very very happy. She even smiled. Viltia saw this as a victory in its own right. Wing shifted in her ooze, obviously anxious to have Viltia get started. In her book, Viltia had written down what had mutated on Wing.

-Elongated tongue
-Slime from body
-Barbs from body
-Elongated limbs

Viltia activated the mask. With no mental command, it did nothing. Good. She focused on the tongue, seeking to undo the elongation and turn it back into a normal tongue. Nothing happened. Viltia frowned and tried again. She focused on the tongue and commanded it to mutate into a smaller version. It slowly shrunk under the power of the mask, successfully turning back to normal.

For the first time in a long time, Wing was able to fully close her mouth. She looked like she was going to get extremely emotional.

Viltia continued, focusing on the slime, commanding it to stop being produced. Nothing happened. Viltia scratched at her mask, thinking. She tried something else, commanding Wing’s body to stop producing and secreting slime.

The foul smelling smile fell off of Wing in large globules, indicating another success as Wing’s body stopped its slime production.

Wing stopped her there, “Actually… I think the other two things might just end up being beneficial, especially since we live in the air.” Wing said the last word with reverence.

Viltia knew how that felt. After becoming a Toa, her element had taken a very special place in her Heartlight. As for keeping the other mutations, that was up to Wing. Viltia shrugged, “If you want, we can always fix you up later.”

Wing rushed over and hugged her tightly, whispering a thank you. Viltia was surprised by the action, but quickly returned the hug. Wing held it for a moment longer then stepped back, “Don’t tell anyone I did that.

Viltia held up her hands in mock surrender, smiling, “I won’t! And you’re welcome.

The two parted ways and Viltia swapped masks, holding the Kanohi of Mutation in her hands. She didn’t like the power of this mask, though it could be beneficial, especially in the swamp. It could just as easily be used for harm. She wasn’t going to risk putting it in the Suva. If someone stole it and then used it against the village, she would be fully responsible.

Going over to her hut, Viltia climbed underneath it with her tethers, down to the large branch it sat on. Using her element, she put the mask of Mutation into the branch as if it were made of water. Then she pulled out her hand and hardened the bark and wood, making sure that it grew slightly to keep its strength and integrity.

With that done, she made her rounds around the village to make sure everything was safe and in tip top shape, then went back to work.

Viltia picked up the disc of Truth, optics glinting in the light of the forge and the lightstone lamps. She was so ready.

Hours later, she realized she had not been ready. It turned out that trying to shape a Kanohi out of disc that itself was made out of two already merged discs was the hardest thing she had done yet when it came to mask making.

Any little imperfection blossomed and grew, often ruining the mask before she had time to realize she had brought down her hammer wrong. Oh, she heated it up just a tad too much? The mask would droop and grow too thin or thick as it hardened.

Late into the night, on her fourteen attempt, she finally got it right. Only her nap earlier in the day had given her enough alertness and energy to finish it in one go. She stayed as the mask settled, watching to make sure it didn’t fail in the final moments. She sat down, staring at it, mind eventually moving on to other things, like Time Duplication, or the ocean and how the waves gently moved upon the shore. In and out. In and out...

Beruv awoke her with a touch to the shoulder. She chuckled, “I’ve certainly been there. Your mask looks ready. How about we try it out?

Viltia blinked slowly, mind still rebooting. She was in the forging hut. What mask had she? Oh yeah! Viltia stood and picked up the mask of Truth, not even inspecting it, but swapping it for her own. The power was there in full. Viltia turned it on, “Okay, ready.

Beruv thought for a moment, “Alright, Kanoka of Freeze are my favorite type of Kanoka.

The Kanohi pinged the statement and Viltia knew it was a lie. She smiled, throwing her hands in the air, “It works!

Beruv smiled too, “Great job, my apprentice. Alright, well you should sleep. I have a couple things here I still need to do.

Viltia shook her head, losing the smile, “Nope. We both know that means another full night of work for you. Not happening, let’s both go to sleep.

Beruv mulled over her rebuttals before sighing and accepting her fate.

Viltia switched out her mask, focusing on the Suva in her mind and inputting the Kanohi of Truth. Space once more warped around and claimed the mask, and a few moments later it was registered with the Suva.

Viltia yawned. She was so tired. In fact, she was so tired she forgot to ask Beruv what her actual favorite Kanoka was.

 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Eyru @Vezok's Friend Added mask of Truth to the Air Suva.
 

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IC: Parnassus | Fort Nektann

The stars spun overhead or perhaps it was Parnassus who was spinning underneath them, but one moment they were standing and the next they were on their knees, but it had been a moment that had lasted for a lifetime, and in that lifetime Parnassus had watched a Mimic half-buried in sand drag himself back to life and find a family with a castle full of warskaks, a Mimic who roared and raided but who never wished to lead who only wanted to follow, and look at me Corrivalis look at me and know that you will follow me forever now, you will always be subservient to me, don't you regret not taking my offer when you first had the chance, look at me Corrivalis look at me look at me please don't look at me--

--it was the pain that brought Parnassus down, the pain of flesh bonded to not-flesh, to Antidermis, to the remnants of Parnassus' progenitors, the Aspects whose names were lost to time and who were nothing but will recycled into another, like everything from the Islets, mere scrap built from other scrap, nothing new and beautiful and so Parnassus had left because they were new and beautiful and they would not be recycled into something else, they would progenitor to nothing but legend because they were Parnassus the Aspect of Unbounded Horizons they would not be bounded, they would not die and be replaced and be forgotten by their family like their family had tried to do with Miserix and with Caedast, the people of Xa would remember them, the people of Xa would love them--

--he stars spoke to Parnassus, or perhaps it was someone else, something else that spoke words like sleep sleep gotta sleep or I'm gonna crash trying to ride tomorrow or think Barius cheated he had to have cheated no way he could've been ol' Boss like that straight into their mind, and they looked at Caedast, Caedast the cousin, Caedast the lost boy, Caedast the hero, Caedast who loved them, Caedast who loved them so much that he had asked them to killed Corrivalis, except Corrivalis had had it coming it had to be one of them and Parnassus chose to save themself, save themself from the coming storm, the storm that was called Miserix, the storm that was called disappearance, the storm that was called I don't want to be alone, I don't want to die alone, I don't want to be forgotten, I don't want to die without being loved--

--and shadows raged and writhed around Parnassus deep into the night, biting at the stars that spun like the gears of a watch or the synapses in one vast mind, and Parnassus lay huddled at Caedast's feet, paralyzed with pain, paralyzed with many things, staring up at their cousin with rusting eyes, and all that could be heard was their voice like wind on glass the words Cor I'm sorry Cor say something Cor is this what love feels like, is this what it is to be loved?

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

Viltia finished up the finishing touches on another Great Kanohi of Teleportation. After the other masks she had made, this one was suddenly much easier. She doused it in water and set it aside. Once it was done, she would give it to Spark. Despite working on setting up a power grid from the Vuata Maca tree, he had still somehow managed to copy over the programming from the one motherboard to the second one, along with creating a second high powered laser and whatever kind of special sensor it needed to read distance. His two Teleportation Kanohi machine backpacks were ready to go as soon as Viltia finished making the second mask.

And… mission accomplished.

Now a hard choice lay before her. There were four discs set out. Teleport, Fate, and Summoning next to the failed Great Disc. She knew merging the three discs would help give her practice for the Great Disc, but she couldn’t help herself. She really wanted to try her hand at the Great Disc again.

Her emotions won out and she grabbed the failed Great Disc and a Kanoka mold. She heated it up, back into its liquid state. Then, armed with a protosteel mixer and scooper, she tried mixing again. Once more, as she mixed, globules of molten ore teleported around at random, sometimes up and away from the disc. With the scooper, this time she was prepared for that, left hand moving around almost as much as her right as she was forced to focus on two tasks at once as she retrieved bits of the molten Kanoka from the air.

But it was still too much. She wasn’t yet ready. It ended up hardened into a bubbly mess, though it was in better shape than last time. Still, it had been quite the workout. Viltia walked around the room stretching, not even noticing that she didn’t need to catch her breath like she had last time.

She cooled off the failed Great Disc and set it aside again. She then grabbed the mold for merging three discs and set it up, grabbing the three discs afterwards. Her breathing, smooth and even, was no longer bothered by the acrid smells of the forge, nor the heat that filled the room. Yes, her body could only take so much of the heat, since she wasn’t a Toa of Fire or Plasma, but her tolerance had grown, that was for sure.

The three discs melted down and Viltia began stirring them. Teleportation moved things around, Fate didn’t seem to do much of anything that she noticed, and Summoning moved things into it. Although Viltia found herself very surprised. Compared to the Great Disc, this was only extremely hard, not near impossible.

She was able to practice fighting off the lesser form of teleportation, purposely letting herself fail as the disc cooled so she could continue practicing. She even went to lunch and came back, recasting the disc for a third time. Her arms were already becoming used to the movements. Generally trained as they were for other things, they needed only slight tweaking to deal with Teleportation specifically.

Viltia tried for real to finish the disc on the fourth go round, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be. One her fifth try, she finally got it. As it settled, she checked on the Vuata Maca Tree. It was still doing great, producing an abundance of electricity with no signs of corruption or weakness.

Viltia had her dinner, then looked around for Circuit. She was on guard duty. Viltia eventually found her in a tree outpost. “How’s the Removes Poison machine coming along?

Circuit’s optics scanned the canopy around her and the bits of swamp floor she could see below her, “Testing has been slow, but I understand the basics. It’s just a matter of tweaking. Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Now get out of here. I have a village to protect.

Viltia smiled and nodded, bidding the Vortixx goodbye.

Back in the mudbrick forging hut, Viltia couldn’t stop smiling. She had it, a level 8 Kanoka of Time Duplication, in her hands. She was holding it! She had it! It was so exciting.

She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. Okay, the mask of Truth had been super hard. That meant this mask was going to be her hardest one yet. She finished mentally preparing herself and got to work.

And the work, it was long and arduous. If she breathed wrong the mask would fracture, spilling its power and summoning past versions of itself for brief moments before sending them back into the past. It was very distracting, even for her.

She lost count of her attempts to craft the mask. And eventually, she gave up for the day, forced to go to bed. She woke up once at night, mind still focused on forging, even in her sleep. She managed to get back to sleep, but the next day she didn’t feel quite so rested.

Sitting up in bed, she unshuttered a lightstone, blinking at the light. Her optics lazily scanned her room and the plants. She had just slept, why did she feel so tired already? She noticed the Vuata Maca Fruit, mind focusing on it. Oh yeah, was the fruit edible?

The tree still seemed pure and the fruit whole. Perhaps it was.

One of Viltia’s tethers wrapped around the one she had noticed, bringing it close. She absorbed a small bit with her hands, testing the flavor. It was delicious! And her body suddenly felt much better. She waited a couple minutes, and upon feeling no ill effects, she absorbed the rest of it, her body almost feeling better than it normally did.

She rushed through her morning routine and started early on making the mask of Time Duplication. She didn’t even make a lesser mask to warm up. She jumped right into the thick of it. She failed often, but she failed fast, arms and hand moving with precision, trying to train themselves to become even better.

For hours she tried, breaks taken only to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself by straining too hard for too long. For hours she failed, hammer ringing loudly, a melodic tune to her audio receptors. For hours she kept reforging and trying again, stoking the forge and adding fuel when it needed it.

Attempt after attempt piled up, each failure teaching her what real mask making was all about. How she had made her other masks was crude, rough. It was nothing compared to true craftsmanship. Things had to be within a certain tolerable limit, and those limits were strict and demanding.

Her spirits never faltered, her mind never lost focus. Her tools were extensions of her, just as her tethers were. Lunch came and went, but time was meaningless. Life was heat, metal, and friction. There was nothing and no one else.

After a long while, Viltia frowned, mind slightly confused. She wasn’t moving. She was just standing there. In her mind, she had still been hard at work, her whole being filled with mask making. But in reality she stood still, hands clasping a mask. She felt light headed and fell over, not letting go of the Kanohi.

Perhaps… perhaps she had allowed herself to focus a little too much. She couldn’t remember which attempt had been successful. How many times had she tried? She just had no clue.

She pulled the mask close as she lay on the ground. It had already settled. It was ready to be worn. She stared at it as it glistened with a special silver sheen in the light of the lightstone lamps. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was almost perfect. Every bevel, every edge, they all were made with the lightest of touches, the smoothest of transitions. Everything was even, smooth, and crisp. She hugged it, just letting herself bask in the moment.

The whole world of Kanohi lay before her as she now lay before the second forge. She put on the mask.

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IC: Zaliyah - The Coliseum

Another Vahki lunged at her, and she split it in twain with a blood-red beam from her herding blade. Even as it fell, she didn’t let up, playing the beam across the room, burning walls and furniture and Vahki alike until the weapon sparked and sputtered, stressed to near breaking point from overuse. She buried the smoking blade in the next Vahki to approach, where it snapped off from the force of the blow, leaving her with only her claws and rhotuka. 

And then Aurax's words cut through the chaos of combat, and the Vahki stood down for a moment, clearing waiting for a response.

“Scared?” She scoffed, flinging her semi-destroyed table into a pair of Vahki. “I’m not the one hiding.” 

She knew his offer was nonsense. Aurax had already called her a traitor and ordered the entire city to kill her. Going back on that now, after she'd infiltrated the heart of his empire and destroyed dozens of his protectors, would just raise more questions. As long as Zaliyah was alive she was a threat to his self-proclaimed power, and the legitimacy of his stolen rule.

"We both know you're not going to take us alive, and that you don't have the gall to come and kill us yourself," she sighed, "So let's just get this over with."

@~Xemnas~ @Eyru @Onaku @Toru Nui

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green - Metru-Nui Refugees

Location - Le-Metru Nuva, on the Northwestern fringes of (7, 13) in the Fau Swamp

With - Le-Metru Nuva NPCs

 

A second Viltia appeared before her. Viltia jumped in surprise, even though it was her doing. She lost concentration on the mask and the second Viltia disappeared from view. She gathered herself and stood. That was exactly the point of the mask. She should have been ready for that. She activated it again, focusing only enough to create one being.

A second Viltia appeared before her. This Viltia looked at her in surprise, mouth hung open, “Is that the mask of Time Duplication?! It doesn’t create duplicates, but pulls you through time? That’s crazy!

Viltia thought of the earlier word on her arm, “Yeah, it is. Anyway, I want to test something out. Can we figure out if we can send messages back?

The second Viltia shrugged, “Yeah, sure. I’m not sure what else I could do with you already here.” She pulled out her book and wrote a note: This is from the future.

Viltia released her focus on the mask, sending herself back into the past. She pulled out her book, turning to the page the other had written on. It was blank, with no evidence of the message having been written. That was very disappointing, but also explained some things.

She created another her, this time putting a Kanoka in her satchel. When the other her left, the Kanoka was still there and fell to the ground. She quickly snatched it up with her tethers before it was able to strike the ground and activate.

She tried taking something from her past self, but it disappeared along with her past self. She had herself make a plant. It actually stayed, even when she went back to the past. That was interesting, so whatever the past hers did, it would remain, but whatever they brought with them would be removed.

After testing several other things, Viltia finally tried what she dreaded most and asked past her to see if injuries would remain. Past her thankfully understood the importance of finding that out and wrote This? on her own arm. Viltia rubbed her arm when she sent the past her back. Injuries remained. That could be a blessing and a curse. If she absolutely needed to know something from the future, she could send back a message. After all, the village had a healer. But that also meant this mask wasn’t exactly suited for combat.

Viltia thought about that. Well, maybe it could be used for combat, but it was a huge risk. What would even happen if a past her died? She shuddered at the thought. Okay, she didn’t want to think about that at all.

Next she tried pulling herself from specific spots in time. It… kind of worked. There was a huge level of inconsistency, but yet enough consistency that hinted that maybe pulling from a specific time was a skill based thing.

Well, she could figure things out later. The sun was still up, but she was completely exhausted. She input the mask of Time Duplication into the Suva and went to bed early. She ended up sleeping those extra hours. She needed them after how hard she had worked on her latest mask.

She awoke fully refreshed and eventually found herself back where her passion lay, before the forge with a future Great Disc in hand. She spent the day trying to make the Great Disc, almost every attempt better than the last. The practice she had gotten from merging the disc of Time Duplication helped her out a lot, but not enough. The future Great Disc was on another level of difficulty entirely.

In fact, she worked the whole day and half the next before she even came close to finishing it.

During the last attempt a calm came over her and she almost watched herself move, her arms almost fluid, flowing as they stirred, caught, and placed. The disc was so finely stirred by the end that it glinted as if polished. She dunked it in water, hardening it. Viltia laid it on the most even surface they had. Praying to Mata-Nui that this attempt was the one. She had gotten this far twice before, but never with a disc this well stirred.

The wait for it to settle and fully cool felt like an eternity. When it was finally time, Viltia reverently picked it up. It felt a little bit like the Suva in her hands. She could tell it was warping space slightly, even in her hands. Its power was barely contained, ready to teleport anything and everything wherever it wished.

She slumped to the ground. Not even sure what to think. Was this how Sidra had felt? Tired from days on end of work, yet full of joy and an energy that compelled you to see what NUVA could be? She tried to think. Was there anything else she needed to do first?

She looked down at the Great Disc of Teleportation in her hands. She moved it, watching as just around it space seemed to warp. Maybe with this things power she could merge her Kanohi. It was worth a try before she potentially lost this Great Disc forever.

Viltia carefully put the Great Disc in her satchel.

She accessed the Suva with her mind, switching to Flight. A quick Teleport and accidental fall through the canopy later and she was back at the Air Suva. She pulled out her Great Disc and switched back to her Kanohi of Rahi Control. She tried to focus on both the Great Disc of Teleportation in her hand and the six Kanohi in the Suva. She then tried to mentally merge them, but instead of a wish like last time, this time she did it in much the same way that she was able to know what items in the Suva were or how she swapped out items in the Suva. She kind of commanded it, or input the wish like she would a Kanohi.

Viltia tried again.

Okay she had absolutely no clue what she was doing. It was time to go to the Admin. Perhaps she had been wrong about the Admin being biased before. Maybe the Admin couldn’t even help but to do it. Still, the Admin had been nice to her in giving her a ton of information and dealing with all of her many questions.

Yeah, the Admin had been mostly nice and even offered her a deal. She would take it. Surely nothing bad would happen because of it. The Admin was stuck in a Suva space, after all.

Viltia carefully put away her Great Disc, back into her satchel. She swapped for the mask of Flight, then flew up into the air, spotting the giant Nui-Rama hive Apex had helped her retrieve the Vuata Maca Crystal from. Without even needing to swap to Levitation to get her bearings, Viltia switched to her mask of Teleportation and teleported atop the hive, Nui-Rama thankfully recognizing her as under Apex’s protection.

She switched back to her mask of Rahi Control and descended through the canopy below, her tethers doing all the work as they grabbed branches and lowered her down. The ruins of the Grand Temple came into view, as did the entrance. Viltia walked inside, once more appreciating the electrical field feeling as she entered the Suva space.

Viltia smiled, “Admin, I’m back! I hope you’ve been doing well. I’m ready to take you up on your offer and learn how to merge Kanohi. Do you-” Viltia looked down at the inscription on her thigh where the mark that represented her tethers was, “Do you have any idea how I can teach you my knowledge? Because I have no clue.

The young Toa stood in another space, time moving differently around her. She had accomplished much, and her hands and tethers reached for so much more in front of her. Ideas and possibilities floated around her head, all of them filtered through the protection of her friends and the connection she felt to Nektann. She thought she was forging her own Destiny. But Destiny was a fickle thing. It sat both inside of time and out. It was both pre-ordained and changed in the moment.

She didn’t know this. She didn’t care. As long as she had her friends and her flowers, she was content to explore and experience this world to the fullest. To reach out and embrace all Life, Death, and the Stars.
 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Vezok's Friend @Eyru Added mask of Time Duplication to the Air Suva. Created Great Disc of Teleportation using Viltia's GM approved method.

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IC Kanohi - Tobduk-Koro

Kanohi heard Lawful’s words as he grappled away, and nodded. He would respect the Vahki’s wishes, it was the lease he could do. He … he knew too well some people were not suited for leadership.

The Fe-Matoran hurtled over the village, stopping to help mend any damaged tools and huts he saw. As he traversed the village he passed along his decision that at least for now Bode is to be monitored under guard, and to work in servitude for the village to pay for his crime. Likewise Ulkarr was to be watched, but not attacked yet.p, and the Leader of the Vahki offered the chance to lead in a council. 

As he grappled past a hut a stone struck his back. Supaka swiped up another rock and hurled it, shouting, “Take that, you robot-kissing Kolhii-headed Rahi.” 

Kanohi tumbled in the air and grappled to another hut, leaning on his staff. That was not the only rock chucked his way. The Matoran were agitated that Ulkarr was not being punished, and that he meant to put one of the Vahki in a position of power? A person who was not Matoran, and not even considered alive by many Matoran? It was … they were not happy.

Still Kanohi stood back up and grappled away, heading towards the squad mother. Ulkarr appeared to be there, along with others. “Squad-Mother,” Kanohi bowed, his face blossoming burgundy beneath his mask, “I … it is good to see you. For right now, until we know what exactly happened with Bode, he is going to be under guard and be paying off his crimes with labor. Ulkarr I … we will need to monitor you while you are in the village but for now, nothing more. Sorry … we simply need to be cautious.” 

He paused, trying to focus., Kanohi felt skittish, like he was shirking his duties. Maybe it was the audience? So he said, “Squad-Mother, I … I do not know if you have heard the rumors, but I need to discuss something with you, regarding this village.

OOC: @Toru Nui @Onaku @The UltimoScorp 

IC “Collector” - The Ruins of Stone

Collector approached Lawful, still a bit uneasy. They had not known Arkius well, he had always been wary of Collector, though who could blame him. But still it … he was different, right? And with the mask fusing to his face, melting to his flesh, it made sense for his mind to be affected.

It was … it was troubling. They hoped Jutori would be spared from that power. Same with Kilo. But maybe the ruin of Earth would be less damaged, and it’s machinery would work better. But still it was troubling. Maybe it was all in their head though.

They … Xia was an awful place. Not because of the Mountain, not because of the pollution, but the society. Xia was … was strict. Making money was important, but knowing your place was far more important. It never would have mattered how much Collector did for them. In the end, the matriarchal land of Xia had no interest in someone who could not fit into their binary of gender.

The Matoran though, they were so much more complex. They did not react to their gender, they just moved on. And they were loyal. A Matoran could make a mistake and be forgiven. A Matoran could be supported even when it made no sense and would be a detriment to the group. The Natiran, their unity was astounding. Their friendship was … it inspired awe.

Maybe that’s why Zadred was not happy that Zakaz was likely destroyed. There were other Skakdi like her in that world, other Outcasts and freaks. And they were likely dead along with their tormentors. Collector had not been the only genderless Vortixx. Maybe there were individuals on Xia who did not deserve to suffocate and die.

The Vortixx shook their head. Right now they had to help the living. They cleared their throat, “Vahki I … apologies I do not know your designation. But I would wish to request the help of your … group, to help build defenses for this village. The Matoran have a number of disks, and may be able to make more, but they lack launchers. Given your jaws’ ability to fire and reuse disks, perhaps your people can help.

OOC: @Toru Nui

IC Mahrika - The Great Telescope

The first few hundred steps Mahrika took in the volcanic land was horrific, like her skin was crumbling from the waves of heat. The wall of fumes and fire was all consuming. But as she walked, she steadily felt stronger. The heat began to fade, no, it persisted, but now it washed off her. Her body weathered the inferno, growing stronger and less drained with each step.

Vokarda continued to save her life, even now. The power of adaption was what her beloved had given her, it had let her survive the fall of Matoran civilization, withstand millennia of solitude, and survive the collapsing of her cave. She had survived it all. And she would endure more. 

As they reached the Suva she reached out to her master. “Big brother,” she focused her thoughts, “I … I do not know where your journey has led you, but I go now to solve another puzzle of the Suvas. How … how are you doing? Are you closer to fulfilling your Great Work?

Then to Ollem she helped support him in her long arms. He was fitter than her, but she had adapted to the heat, and he still suffered in it. “Should we go back?” she offered, “I … do not know if this heat would be good for you.

She swept her lens around, searching for something to cool him, before seeing a glint on the Suva. Light reflected off her disk. Nodding, she tapped her Kanoka to the ground, forming a layer of ice. The ice almost immediately melted, but it would still be cooling.

Will this help?

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Eyru 

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IC: Dar Poroka Toden Kakoda Gan | Metru-Nui Airspace

Funny thing about birds. They making flying look easy. Poroka always watch birds. Think "Birds probably having big fun up there." And now Poroka know it's true. Flying really fun time. But it also kinda hard work.

First Poroka gotta lift wings. Then push down. Not sound so bad, right? But then do one hundred million more times! Really not easy. Good thing Poroka pretty strong. Poroka always been strong, even when just small squidlet. Poroka Mama put Poroka in time-out lots of times for break things. She say, "Dar Poroka, you need to learn to control your strength!"

Mama right about that. She right about lots of stuff. And now Poroka really good at control strength. Except sometimes. But everybody does accidents. It's OK.

Poroka close eyes. Feel wind in face. Feel good. Flying makes relaxing time. But remember, Poroka. This not relax time. It time for big fight! Poroka make big smile. OK! Ready!

Turn wings one way a bit and Poroka start go down over city. Look down and see many lights. Looking pretty, but city looking little squished. That happen when big head go boom.

Many things happening when big head go boom. One thing: big water come out from head. But not normal water. Spicy water! It make Poroka feel funny, all squishy and stretchy and puffy. Funny feels. And crazy story—spicy water make Poroka get all big! And more arms! And wings! Probably most crazy thing happen to Poroka since drink Ehlek special juice on accident. Ehlek really mad. That when Ehlek make Poroka go guard airships. And everybody know what happen next after that.

Poroka see big tower ahead. Pridak house. And things happen on side of it. Poroka fly in little closer. See vahki blast off side! Watch vahki fall down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down... long time down. Then—splat! No more vahki. Poroka guess Zaliyah make that happen.

Lights flash. Noises coming out. Poroka see more vahki crawl up building. Look into room, shoot disk, then hide. That make Poroka mad. Not fair fight, vahki. Be brave! Get in there! But vahki just hide. Poroka like vahki on the sometimes. Can be fun times. But these vahki look like no fun. So Poroka gonna bring the fun to them.

Poroka dive down faster. Going to open window. See vahki gonna look inside again. Poroka open claws and count down to impact.

"Three. Four. One—"

Poroka fly into building side! Glass shatter all around. Grab hold with two arms, then Poroka use two more arms to grabbing two vahki. Poroka gonna pull them over, but vahki weaker than Poroka remember. They heads just pop off in Poroka hands and bodies fall off Pridak's house. Oops.

Poroka lean head over broken window. See two people Poroka know. One people not. Make big smile. Poroka mama always say smile best hello, and two hello better than one.

"Hello!"

 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui @Onaku @~Xemnas~

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IC: Ulkarr, NU-8020S, Reckless, Obedient and Impressionable (Tobduk-Koro)

"I have no reason to object, and nothing to hide. Your precaution is unnecessary, but understandable."

NU-8020S looked... shocked. Was Kanohi really asking for her opinion? Or was he just hoping for an unbiased emotionless robot’s analysis of the situation? He’d get the former disguised as the latter, in any case. "My units and I are not aware of any 'rumours'. I trust that our presence here is not unwelcome?"

@Harvali@Onaku@The UltimoScorp

 

IC: Ostrox (The Coliseum, Presentation Room)

Well. He was going to mock Aurax’s lack of creativity, but... what could he say about this? Sometimes, the universe cuts you a break.

"Poroka! I see you... grew, since last we met! Would you mind carrying us down from here?"

@Eyru@~Xemnas~@Nato the Traveler@Onaku

 

IC: Achro (The Coliseum, Exterior)

Achro made his way out of the Coliseum, only to see a giant monster clambering on the big tower. He was certain that wasn’t always there.

He was in two minds about this. What the part of his brain that filled his sleep with nightmares of those he failed and the laughing, toothy faces of vermin wanted to do was yell 'FINALLY! A WORTHY OPPONENT! OUR BATTLE SHALL BE LEGENDARY!' And run back into the Coliseum. But the part of his brain that had told him to hide in underground caverns and eat vermin for breakfast, lunch and supper for the past forever convinced him otherwise.

He decided to stay put, for now. He edged back a little, though. Might be in the splash zone...

@Eyru

 

IC: Tekmo (Metru-Koro, Irna’s Hut)

"Oh they will. The four of us - Keitara included - were instrumental in repelling the League attack. I’m sure they’ll manage without us, of course, but our absence will be noted. Now then…" Tekmo rummaged in his pockets. "Of all the times to be caught without pen and paper… is Keitara still not awake yet?!"

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IC: Waveahk, Navu and Gnabol (Metru-Koro, Western Garrison)

"Yes, I... gathered that. I was, uh... this will sound weird, and possibly illegal, but... I was wondering... if it would be alright, to... have one of the slugs... put in me?"

Meanwhile, Waveahk marched up to Knichou and Nale as if he owned the place. "I must report to the Turaga. I see his hut is in shambles, where is he?"

"She’s staying at - oh, you mean the old one. Never mind."

@Nato the Traveler@Sparticus147@BULiK@Tarn

 

IC: Lawful (Tobduk-Koro, Ruins of Stone)

"I will have to extend your request to the Squad Mother, but I am sure she will..." Lawful trailed off, and began moving his head oddly, before reaffirming himself.

"No. I am not sure she will accept. My apologies. I feel - I detect -  that something is wrong with her programming. She is behaving erratically. She despises you. She despises all organics, for creating and programming us to be their servants, Matoran and Barraki both. And... I cannot be certain if I disagree or not. The rest of the Squad is also behaving outside parameters, including myself. I fear we have been corrupted somehow, by League reprogramming. Or perhaps... perhaps the Squad Mother is right and I... do not know who to obey anymore..."

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IC: Whisper/Vulimai - Western Garrison

For the first time in her existence, Whisper could actually smile. "I'd be happy to gift you a Kraata, little one. I have some... prior committments today, but perhaps tomorrow?"

@Toru Nui @Sparticus147

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IC: Zaliyah – The Coliseum

She heard a commotion behind her – the beating of wings, crunching of metal, and a jubilant greeting in a voice she knew – and turned back towards the window to see… him.

It was Poroka, but not as she’d known him. He was colossal now, a titan of twisting tendrils, a monster of meat and muscle, with claws like cutlasses and wings of wind. She couldn’t begin to comprehend what he’d become, or how, but the mere sight of him sent a thrill of triumph surging through her. Aurax didn’t stand a chance.

“Yes!” She roared, “Take us up, we can find Aurax, and-”

Her fledgling ideas died in their infancy as she realised the futility of her plan. They didn’t know where Aurax was, couldn’t even be sure if he was actually in the tower anymore. And Poroka’s vast size and wingspan made him a huge target, one even the most poorly programmed of Vahki would have no difficulty sighting on.

“No, forget that,” she smiled sadly, “Get these two out of here, big guy. I’ll keep the Vahki busy.”  

Someone had to stay back to stop the Vahki from blasting Poroka out of the air, and there was no question of who. It had to be her.

She’d pushed for peace. She’d bombed the village. She’d started this fight against Aurax. Pridak had been her Barraki; Ostrox had been loyal to another, and Iradra owed the League no allegiance. They didn’t have to stay, but Zaliyah did.

She had to finish this, one way or another.

@Eyru @Onaku

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IC: Nale Vella and Triage - Metru-Koro

Nale turned to the mutated Steltian. She hadn't seen him around Metru-Koro before, but remembered his face from back in Metru Nui. Clearly he was out of the loop. "You must have been away for a while--Turaga Sans is dead. Perished in the attack from the League."

Triage meanwhile, was now taking quite the interest in the conversation happening between Vulimai/Whisper and Navu. He stepped forward. "I don't know if that's healthy but getting to see it firsthand...I might learn something about these slugs. Things that might be helpful."

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IC: Barius - Fort Nektann

The Skakdi turned away, to avoid staring in puzzlement at whatever was occurring between Parnassus and Stannis outside of the garage. The former seemed troubled, but that was a problem for later. Right now he had a battle between two colossal creatures brewing within his territory, and none of the potential outcomes of such a conflict seemed particularly appealing.

There was one option that immediately stood out, but he was unsure if it was feasible. He could move up the attack on the city of Metru-Nui, and call Nektann away for that purpose... but he was still injured, and he had not yet made any preparations.

But... The Toa had promised that the Miracle Cactus would heal all of his wounds. And he could stay up the whole night, getting ready for the assault.

Maybe, just maybe, that would work.

He reached out with his mental connection to the Tahtorak, and issued a command:

Nektann! You will not engage in mortal battle with the worm you have provoked this night, as you had intended. Instead, I command you to flee before it, leading it to the coast. Then, you will keep it occupied until the morning, before slipping away to join my forces in our assault on the skull-borne city of Metru-Nui!

With that done, he turned to those assembled in the garage. "I have decided," he announced. "At dawn, we shall ride for the so-called 'City of Legend', and show its inhabitants who rules this wasteland!" Turning his focus to the Warskaks that had entered on Parnassus' order, he continued. "Go and fetch the rest of the Warskaks. Tell them the news, and have them prepare their rigs for the coming battle. For those who do not have rigs, or whose rigs are already in good condition... tell them that they will have the privilege of aiding their warchief in the garage. I will need many extra hands for what I have planned."

Ideas which he had already been developing now flourished in the environment of his chemically-enhanced mind, practically fleshing themselves out as he considered the preparations which needed to be made. He looked over at his ACR, and the E Street Skakwagon beside it, and grinned from the thought of what he was planning.

OOC: @Sparticus147 @EmperorWhenua @Conway @Unreliable Narrator Last Barius post this game, I think

IC: Ollem - Ash Barrens Suva

Ollem gasped as the cool ice touched him. "Ah, that's wonderful. Thank you, Mahrika." He looked at the Suva that lay near to them. "We're far too close to turn back now. Let us move onward." And with that, he approached the structure.

OOC: @Harvali @Unreliable Narrator

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IC Kanohi - Tobduk-Koro

Kanohi paused momentarily, confused. Finally he said, “Of course you are welcomed. Some Matoran are upset, but you saved so many lives during the flood. And talking to Lawful, he already has helped me better lead the village. I just…

The Akiri shook his head, trying to refocus, “The fact is, I am a poor leader. I am not what the village needs. And I … back in the old universe I lived in a remote village, we didn’t know about disks, or other breeds besides Matoran, we only knew of two elements. My ignorance is massive, and that might mean I could make mistakes. I will make mistakes, But I cannot abandon my duties. Not when there are so few people left. But I … I realize, after the flood, that we can depend on each other. That we need to if we would survive. S-sorry I am rambling.

Mustering his courage he said, “I do not know if your squad plans to s-stay, but if you would stay, I am thinking of putting together a council to lead the village. And I think, after all you did for us, and the simple fact you are smarter than me, would you be willing to be the second councilor of Tobruk-Koro?

OOC: @Toru Nui @Onaku @The UltimoScorp @pokemonlover360

IC “Collector” - The Ruins of Stone

Collector stared, before letting out a weary smile, “I appreciate your honesty. I can’t really fault your squad mother for hating organics, the cruelty organics can be capable of can be unmatched. Though in the end I … I think I hate only one organic.” They paused, twirling their finger around the hilt of their Kanoka Blade. Not grabbing it, almost ticking it.

They sighed, “If I may be honest in turn, I do not think she is the only one behaving irrationally, or the only one who was possibly corrupted externally. The power in the ruins, it seems to have effected two of the Toa here, made them stronger but … different. I do not understand most people, whether organic or mechanical, but I feel … there was greater aggression in one, and a coldness to the other. I may have only misspoken, but the power caused Toa Arkius’s mask to melt into his head. That much heat and molten metal, I worry it could affect his brain. And since the Matoran of this village love him, it may be wise to have someone … critical of the Matoran around.

The Vortixx raised their hands to eye them, the fingers were still a bit blistered from punching all that ice, ”There is so much I don’t understand about people. About myself. I wonder if I am changing too. When I left Po-Koro I wanted the power of a Toa, so that the Matoran would like me. But after the flood, and seeing what gaining that power could cause, I don’t know if I want it. And maybe they would never like me either way.

They paused, thinking, then quietly they said, “If you and your Squad Mother decides not to help, I would understand. But I … I know what it’s like to be built for a system, conditioned for a system, and still be unable to function in that system. To be an abnormality. If you … ever want to compare notes on the matter, I would do my best.

OOC: @Toru Nui

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IC: Iradra - The Coliseum

Back on her feet, as Vahki broke through the walls. Hardlight barriers, summoned for momentary protection and shattered soon after. Another Kanoka of Weakening, smashing into her shoulder, her pauldron shattering and her arm going numb as she winced, steeling herself as she cut down a Vahki with her sword, and another, before a third one closed the distance and stabbed a gap in her armour, wounding her thigh before she cut it down too and limped backwards to the window.

Then they stopped, Aurax taunted them with empty mercy, and Zaliyah rebuked his poison. Iradra let out an exerted sigh, her wide eyed wild expression now fully visible on her scarred Mahiki as she raised her sword again and prepared herself, mentally and physically, for a final stand. She briefly contemplated on her fate, before suddenly she was roused out of her thoughts by a monstrous being's arrival. It smiled and said hello, and with Ostrox and Zaliyah greeting it as a compatriot she realised this Poroka was on their side. Internally, she would have celebrated, if not for Zaliyah's next words.

"Zaliyah, no, you can't. You'll die! We need to get out of here! Together!" For the first time, Zaliyah could see Iradra's eyes, her expression, as she looked at her. These eyes gazed upon the toa hordika as an ally, a confidant, and perhaps, had they been given time, a friend. They filled now with desperation, with denial and anger, and with grief, but beneath it all, a sliver of hope. A hope Zaliyah would surely have to quash if the toa was to survive.

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IC: Vulimai (Metru-Koro, The Western Garrison

"I'd be happy to gift you a Kraata, little one. I have some... prior commitments today, but perhaps tomorrow?"

"Well, it looks like you already have a volunteer, Whisper," Vulimai was still uncertain concerning allowing Whisper to spread her influence amongst the Matoran. Though her promise of power could help provide to the Matoran, she was still bothered by their unnatural nature. But at least there seemed to be some Matoran who may accept such powers, that helped thing. "Now if you excuse me, I have some commitments of my own to attend to." Retaking control, the transition being the most seamless so far, with it nearly being imperceptible.

"Like Whisper said, she has prior commitments. But I assure you, that if you are still willing, tomorrow you can be amongst the first of the volunteer," Vulimai said to Navu before quickly addressing Triage, "And I promise you that you may oversee the proceedings. Now if you two excuse me, I have a Duty to attend to, so please return to yours...Oh and keep this a secret, for now."

Vulimai then stepped past Navu and Triage, leaving them to do as she will. Vulimai wasn't blind nor oblivious, as she already sensed the growing line of people who apparently wanted to speak with her. But Vulimai had an important task to do. Stepping near the center of the rubble, on a slightly raised and steady piece of broken rock, stood the Matoran Quartermaster Bronk, who was shouted out commands to the assembled guards as they worked to move out the various items located within the Armory below.

"Quartermaster Bronk, how is the work going?" Vulimai called up, as the Quartermaster took notice of his Captain, bellowed out on more command to two struggling Matoran, before climbing down from the rocks. "It's goin' rather good all things considered. Glad that the garrison took the brunt of the blow, only three Matoran got injured; two from some light debris, nothin' serious, and one Kane-Ra headed fool who didn't listen when we were overfuelin' the Hagah Cannon that we had down t'ere. Lad wasn't hurt bad, just slightly singed."

"That's good. Bronk, tell me, how many levitation and weight Kanoka's do we have? In addition, do you know if anyone amongst the guard was a former pilot?"

Bronk stroked his chin, deep in thought as he tried to mentally looked through his mind catalogue. "If I had to say without double checkin'...Uhm...Just less than fifty. Perhaps an even split but I'm not sure. As for pilots, I'll have to ask about. Will that be all?" "Yes, that should be all, thank you Bronk." "Welcome."

Stepping away from Bronk, Vulimai then approached the slowly growing gathered crowd of Waveahk, Gnabol, Knichou, and Nale. Standing before the lot with her commanding presence, Vulimai took their attention, even with her only being half all their size. "One at a time, what is it that all of you are needing of me, or are you simply desiring to loiter around here?"

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IC: Taja | Metru-Koro

Taja walked through the village toward the Western Garrison. She passed some people still working; others, like her, had decided to put down their labours for the day. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the cool of the falling evening. She could sense the shadows gathering in the nooks and corners around her. They were beginning to grow as the sun descended, venturing farther and farther as it approached the vast metal skull that dominated the horizon. The sky, streaked with clouds, was still a bright blue in the west, but was ripening to a darker indigo in the east. As the light decreased in intensity and volume, Taja felt more and more comfortable. The fading daylight soothed her eyes, and her vision felt sharper with every passing minute. She could make out details she hadn't noticed before: she saw cracks in rocks that had seemed smooth, and beige plants growing where before she had seen only sand. She was stronger in the twilight; even walking felt easier now, in the cool of the day.

Approaching the garrison, the Toa kept her eyes open for Whisper, but she didn't see her anywhere. It wasn't like she was easy to miss—her multitude of eyes and tentacles usually made her stick out in a crowd. And if she wasn't immediately visible, Taja had figured she could just follow the curious whispers that surely followed wherever the Aspect went. But it was not so. She saw a small crowd gathering—probably to talk to Vulimai, whom Whisper had said she was with. Perhaps she had wandered off again?

She started to reach out to Whisper with her mind again, then decided not to. There was time to spare. The kraata could wait for a few minutes at least, and this was the first time in days she had found any time to relax. So instead of approaching Vulimai, Taja turned to the side and walked out of the village. She passed by sections of broken wall and blast holes in the earth. She stepped carefully over scrubby plants and patches of desert grass. She walked over tunnels burrowed out by small Rahi; their entrances were invisible, but she could sense the shape of the dark tunnels winding beneath the earth. Then, once she had walked a few minutes outside the village, she found a place to sit down, and did so.

Crossing her legs, Taja watched the sun set and felt her power grow. The future was still uncertain, and their survival was far from assured. But she was stronger now, and she had found allies she could count on. She remembered the knowledge she had found in the Grand Temple. The days of uncertain elemental practice that turned into confidence. She recalled meeting Morangad and Apex. And... Whisper.

Almost against her will, the Toa had found herself enjoying the Aspect's company. When Whisper had first desecrated her with her own heartlight, she had wished she was dead. She never wanted to see the Aspect again. But the following days had proven Whisper to be a more complex and interesting creature than she had first thought. She wasn't good in the Matoran sense of the word, not by a long shot. But when compared to the rest of Zakaz... maybe she was some kind of good after all. And on this island, where everything was trying to kill you or eat you, Taja would take any kind of good she could get.

Sensing something different behind her, Taja looked over her shoulder. A single star had appeared in the east. She didn't know its name. She didn't know what constellations it formed, and she had no idea what it meant. She had always found the stars beautiful, but a utilitarian way. She loved watching them twinkle and move through the heavens, approaching and retreating from each other like partners in a vast celestial dance. Even after years of study, she had still felt a thrill of wonder when she deciphered a new prophecy, or uncovered new meanings in one that was centuries old. But now the stars were different, and she could watch them with no meaning attached. It felt different. Like she'd lost something. But... also like she'd gained something, too.

She didn't know the names of these stars. She didn't understand their movements, and couldn't tease meaning from their constellations like she once had. But in the absence of a cosmic sense of purpose and design, she was free to find goodness and beauty wherever she could. In the simple pleasure of building a hut. In the good intentions of a creature of darkness. In the twinkling of a nameless star.

The future was unknown, and her destiny was a mystery, but, for once in her life, Taja was okay with that. For now, she was content to sit and watch the darkening sky.

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IC: Zaliyah - Coliseum

Together? That was her line. Every charge, every retreat, every triumph, she'd spoken that same word. Fight, win, or die, standing together as soldiers of the League of Six.

She'd always been the first to lead the charge, and the last to fall back in battle... but she'd always stayed with her troops, and for better or worse, this motley trio of beings were her troops in this fight. She'd dragged them all into it. She couldn't abandon them, even to save them... could she?

"Fine," she nodded to Poroka, "Get us all out of here." 

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IC: Gore Fury (Fort Nektann, Mess Hall)

Silence pervaded the once lively mess hall, where Skakdi of all sorts of elemental inclinations eat, shouted, and roughed house away afternoon's dinner. In general, it was a great affair all around with only a minimal amount of injuries being inflicted, which is quite an accomplishment.

While Barius and his other guests and companions discussed beyond the walls of the hall, one figure made himself equal parts known and ingrained to the joyous jubilation, with each Skakdi present now having a story or two to tell about the hefty party animal Gore Fury. Gore for his part, eat up every moment, as it had been decades since he had been amongst his own kind, and though Gore had left Zakaz with his family to escape the constant violence, Gore couldn't help but miss the kind of partying that comes with Skakdi.

But the dinner was over, with Skakdi having either gone back to their duties or slunk off to their rooms to sleep their meals away. The only one remaining being Gore, cleaning up plates and pots and utensils, and the occasional semi-intact scrap of food. Stepping over slumped over and unconscious Skakdi bodies, Gore finished the last of his clean up as he returned to the kitchen. 

Depositing the dishes within the sink, Gore contemplated whether or not he should wash them now or later. With a drawn out Naw, Gore left the mess to soak, that always works, as he entered the larder once more. The place was a sad affair, one that the Warskak most certainly was going to have to restock it soon. But, that was a problem for another day, and although Gore did recognized that there may be consequences of his more than excessive meal, he assured himself that it all would work out in the end.

Lumping himself onto a pile of potato sacks, most of which still full thankfully, Gore pulled out one of the root sprouts, took a bite, and got himself comfortable as he readied himself to sleep the night away. One last thought lingered in his mind as he drifted too sleep, "Momma...I think I found my place in life."

OOC: Here is the last Gore post for SKR. And perhaps, depending on how things turn out, the last Gore post.

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IC: Dar Poroka | Coliseum

Poroka kinda confused. Just get here, and already time to go? Not even get to fighting! But people looking tired. And hurting too. So Poroka guess it that time. 

"Okay," Poroka say. Little grumpy cause no fighting. But grab people with three squiggly arms. Wrap tight so they don't fall out. Vahki start shooting, so no time think, just jump—

Poroka leap into air, disks whizzing by! New people kinda heavy, so wings gotta flapping more harder. Not fly as much as fall with style. Not gonna fly out with so many heavy. 

You can do it, Poroka! Go, go go...

Think people notice flying not go so good. Hear Zaliyah yell over wind noise: "There! Aim for that airship!"

Poroka look down. See pretty black ship on ground. Pretty far, but make it there gonna be no problem. Poroka tilt wings, start glide more. Down, down, slow, easy...

***

Behind Poroka, the vahki fire at will from the shattered window. Some are already starting to climb down in pursuit. One vahki takes careful aim, its disk of weakening ready to loose. Its clockwork brain calculates angles and trajectories at speeds biomechanical brains cannot hope to match. Tapping into the hivemind, it accesses wind direction and speed, and the humidity of the air. The rate of the target's fall. Far below the Coliseum, the multitudes of vahki plugged into the hive add their RAM to the calculations.

It fires.

***

Something hit Poroka wing! Not hurt too bad, but wing not flap so great suddenly. Feels like not strong. Flying turn into gliding turn into kinda falling! Poroka try really hard hold wings open. But even get angry not help so much. Wing really not strong right now.

Still... maybe we gonna make it? Ground come fast, but not too fast. Still falling at airship. Gonna crash nearby and hope for good...

***

The vahki continue their barrage. Their target is now less than one hundred feet from the ground, and dropping.

Seventy feet.

Fifty.

***

Hit one more time! Ow! Poroka yell cause this one hurt more. One arm feel really, really, really heavy. Can't hold it. Arm just fall loose and pull down at ground.

Uh-oh. Poroka think that Zaliyah arm. Hard to tell cause so many arms now. But when Poroka look down, feel really bad, cause Zaliyah not there.

***

The disk of increase weight strikes the tentacle wrapped around Zaliyah's waist. It immediately unfurls, hanging straight to the ground. There's nothing she can do. She scrabbles in vain for something to hold on to, but Poroka's slippery skin provides nothing to grip. She falls.

***

"We gonna crash!" Poroka yell. Try hold up people with arms so they don't hitting ground too hard. "Look out, people!"

Boom!

***

The titan, his own wing desperately trying to do the job of two, strikes the ground like a meteor, sending up a spray of rocks and dirt. But his aim was true: the airship sits nearby, gleaming in the dying light. Their escape is at hand. But the Coliseum doors are already opening, and vahki are spilling out.

 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui @Onaku @~Xemnas~

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IC, Aurax: Coliseum

Aurax watched Poroka take off with Zaliyah and company. He breathed a sigh of relief. He got to keep the throne. For now. And, more importantly, he was alive. 

He turned back to the plasma cannon and fiddled with it a bit. He put his left hand on the tank and began to absorb the plasma into himself to disarm the potential explosive. 

With his right hand, he grabbed his tablet and send a message to the Vahki:

“Cancel the pump construction. We’ll instead shift our focus on finding ways of combating giant monsters. And we’ll come up with a better response plan for incidents like the one we just had.”

OOC: @Eyru

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IC: Zaliyah - Outside Coliseum

Heights were no friend to Zaliyah.

The last few weeks of her life had been plagued by one disaster after another in the sky. On the Ripple, she'd been attacked by flying Visorak and undead Matoran. She'd watched on from the highest point in Metru Nui as a handful of Toa effortlessly fought through Ehlek's entire army to mutate and humiliate him right in front of her. The Razorfish had been all but blown out of the sky, with her in it. And now, her attempt to infiltrate the Coliseum had ended with her being tossed out a window. 

So it should have come as no surprise when Poroka karzing dropped her.

But surprise her it did, and down she fell, flailing into a spiraling corkscrew as her damaged armour attempted to adapt glider wings to stabilise her fall. As she fell, she saw Poroka fall as well, still with a hold on Ostrox and Iradra. 

Her left leg took the brunt of the landing and folded out from under her with a grinding crunch. She hit the ground, bounced, rolled, and came to a stop, sprawled limply on the hard ground. Her body burned with pain. She felt trickles of crimson crawling down her scalp. She heard Poroka make impact in the distance, hopefully closeby to the airship.

But she didn't move. 

She was on open ground. There was no cover close enough for her to move behind, even if her leg wasn't injured. If she tried to run, the Vahki she could already see spilling out of the Coliseum doors would gun her down. If they reached the airship, they'd make sure it never made it into the air. She had to hold them back, buy the others time to escape. And so she waited.

She waited until the first of the Vahki reached her prone form, leaning down to check for signs of life. Her talons swiped upwards to skewer it through the chin, while her other hand ripped the reconstitute-at-random disk from its jaws and flung it into the face of the next nearest Vahki. Clutching the first Vahki as an impromptu shield, Zaliyah kicked off with her good leg and launched herself into the midst of the swarm, hoping that entering into melee range would rob them of their ability to easily fire at her, or the airship.

She hoped the others wouldn't waste this chance.

It was all she had left to give them.

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IC: Iradra - Outside Coliseum

Iradra had been elated when Zaliyah agreed to retreat with them, albeit slightly nervous as the giant Poroka grabbed her with one of his arms.

The next thing she remembered was lying on her back, the ruined Metru-Nui dome above her, with loud ringing in her ears and a pain throbbing in her head and her shoulder. She felt strange, unsure where she was until she looked down from the sky and saw the airship sitting in front of her. Right. The airship. They needed to get out of here. Wincing, she got up, pain shooting through her body as she tried to stand on her wounded leg before she shifted her weight to the other leg. Now that she thought about it, her whole body ached, but beyond the pain in her left shoulder her arm was numb, and trying to move it only caused more pain. She then looked to her side and saw the giant Poroka, clearly in a rough shape. They had to get out of here.

Grimacing, she threw her healthy shoulder under Poroka and put all of her strength into trying to help him onto the ship, no matter how little it might actually do. Each step was laboured, as she had to use her wounded leg to keep going, and despite her difficulty focusing on anything, she did her best to push the pain aside, though no matter how much she tried to divert her attention from it, her head was killing her. "Come on big guy, lets- ungh- get out of here..."

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IC: Knichou, Metru-Koro, Western Garrison

It took all of Knichou's willpower to not facepalm at whisper revealing the shared-body thing immediately instead of keeping it low-key. He stayed silent as the conversation continued. He was initially surprised that Navu wanted to take one of Whisper's kraata... but after remembering what she had been through and how powerless she had been to stop Falh, it made more sense. At the very least, with her on the Taku, Triage will be close by to observe any side effects. He still wished Taja was here and if she was experiencing any side effects, that knowledge could be useful.

Waveahk approached, and Knichou turned around to answer him. But instead of responding, he just stared behind the steltian. A distinctive crimson and black toa was approaching. Taja looked toward the eclectic group for a moment, eyeing all involved, before turning to the side and leaving via the village's western gateway. Knichou wanted to follow - Nale had Waveahk's questions under control, after all -  but before he could move, he was interrupted by Vulimai. He turned back towards the captain and the medic.

"I just wanted to make sure Triage was around you in case of any side effects, that's all. It looks like everything is under control. Triage, be there in case you're needed when Navu accepts Whisper's offer. Anything you learn could save lives. Other than that, I'll let you go about your business, I have nothing more to say."

He peeled away from the growing group, briskly walking towards the western gates that he saw Taja leave from, not waiting for anyone to follow. He gave a nod to the matoran guarding on the walls above, but didn't say a word. He could see Taja in the distance, a minute or two ahead of him. The ex-Ghost refrained from switching to his Kakama, he didn't want his approach to startle her. After trailing her from a distance for a few minutes, Knichou finally was able to catch up when Taja sat down to observe the stars.

As if she sensed Knichou, after a few moments Taja turned around, but to Knichou's surprised, she was initially looking above the Toa of iron. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment to see what was drawing her attention, but in his haste, he discerned nothing of note.

"Hey there, 'horn inspector'," Knichou said, calling back to their first encounter since their transformations in Dume's office. "Mind if I join you?"

OOC: @Eyru

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IC: Irna | Metru-Koro

"Yes," Irna said. "It has been a hard day for all of us but ... for her especially."

She pressed a hand against the wooden door and pushed it open, already taking a step inside.

"I will prepare her for the journey," she said. "If you will ready the Muaka and inform the proper authorities of our departure, we'll meet together at the village entrance soon."

She turned back, letting go of the door so that she could grasp both Skorm and Tekmo by the shoulder. Was it only yesterday that the four of them had set off for another quest to the south? Had it only been a week ago that she and Skorm had set out to uncover a mystery of death and rebirth? Had it only been a month ago that she had set out to protect her family? And now, here she was, on another quest.

Another quest, to protect another family.

"Once more, then," she said, a small smile on her face. "Once more unto the breach, dear friends."

OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @Toru Nui

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IC: Ulkarr, NU-8020S, Reckless, Obedient and Impressionable (Tobduk-Koro)

It took a full second for NU-8020S to fully process just what happened. "I accept your invitation. Thank you. My Squad and I will remain. But before anything else, I would like to interrogate this suspect personally."

Ulkarr stared off into space, seemingly uncaring for the current proceedings. "There are less stars in the night sky than I remember…" He murmured to himself.

@Harvali

 

IC: Ostrox and Achro (The Coliseum, Exterior)

Ostrox pried himself off the ground, black liquid regurgitating from his mouth. He was not going to die in this overcompensating midget’s sporting arena. But he was also not going to abandon his comrades. And Iradra. And - was that the mutant Toa of Fire from earlier?

So he was right. Achro was almost in the splash zone. But this got him thinking - he could only see one giant monster in this conflict. And although he was no expert where giant monsters were concerned, in theory it was better to be on the side that had a giant monster, rather than the other side, or even neutral. Besides, from what he heard over the PA, neither side would look kindly to neutrals, and now he couldn’t just say he was asleep while it happened. Therefore, he must set foot in the politics. Which is precisely what he came out here to avoid. The gods still hated him, even after all this time.

He decided to try and help the gold and shiny one drag the giant into the airship. How he was going to fit was beyond him, but what the heck.

Blood and bile trickling from behind his mask, Ostrox rose to his feet. Iradra and the mushroom man were busy trying to rouse Poroka off the ground - presumably - and Zaliyah was… no.

"ZALIYAH!"

@Eyru@Nato the Traveler@Onaku

 

IC: Tekmo (Metru-Koro)

"Yes indeed. I’ll have to lock up my domicile before we leave. Retrieve various bits and bobs to help with the Muaka."

@Conway@Keeper of Kraata

 

IC: Waveahk, Navu and Gnabol (Metru-Koro, Western Garrison)

"Tomorrow. Good, good, tomorrow…" And with that, Navu went back home for the night.

Meanwhile, Waveahk took in the news of the Turaga's death. "Oh no. Anyway, I'm going to the Kumu Islets."

"OK, you’re all clearly busy, I’ll just… go check up on that Manas from earlier and come back." Gnabol left to find wherever that was. But he was fully intending on coming back, as he said. When they weren’t too busy to listen to him...

@Sparticus147@Nato the Traveler@Tarn

 

IC: Lawful (Tobduk-Koro, Ruins of Stone)

"Thank you. I will… speak more on this matter later. For now I must return to the Transport and recharge. The next day, perhaps, we can communicate further. Before I go, I have a query: who is this sole organic you hate?"

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IC: Skorm (Metru-Koro)

The Twi-Toa nodded. "Will do."

A week ago, his whole psyche had been shattered and rebuilt. Had he healed already?

No. You've only managed to embroil yourself in an escalating series of encounters, desperately attaching yourself to them to find meaning.

Yes. You have found friends; friends who value you and want your wellbeing.

Skorm smiled. A week ago, he had nothing to his name; not possessions, but people. Today, he had Tekmo, his first friend, and now he had Irna and Kei. Skorm looked at Tekmo and nodded. "Yeah, lets get to work then."

OOC: @Conway @TL01 NUVA @Toru Nui

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IC: Drukarus (Fort Nektann)

Drukarus only sighed at the blatant proclamation of Barius. He knew he was going to attempt to dissuade the Warchief from his reckless assault upon a city that he knew little, if anything about. But after today, from feasting, to story telling, to betrayal, Drukarus was beginning to wane. Leaving the Barius to his own devices, Drukarus' once more entered the fortress, as he sought for a place to rest.

Entering the stone edifice of the late-Nektann's dominance, Drukarus soon found an empty hovel. Drukarus didn't worry for the intrusion, in the case the hovel's occupants have simply not returned, all Drukarus sought was a chance to finally sleep in a bed after so long.

Approaching the bed, leaning his maul against the near wall, Drukarus took a seat upon it. As he squatted down, the creaking in the joints of his hips and knees softly sounded out eliciting a wince and a groan as his ancient body settled. Momentarily appreciating the soft suspension of the mattress, Drukarus then began stripping the furs and metal plates that covered most of his body, allowing them to clatter onto the ground. Flexing his shoulders, Drukarus felt the regular hitch of his right arm, deep scars running along his shoulder where the hitch resided, another memory from his battles of old.

Lastly, he unlatched the large menacing gauntlet of his left hand, and as he pulled it off, he gazed down to the mangled end of his arm. The protodermis frame around his wrist having been torn away long ago, revealing the muscle beneath. His hand was a sorry state, as completely lacked his pinkie, while he only had half of his middle and ring finger. It was a gruesome memory, one of his earliest youth.

Drukarus was old, and he knew it, he had never heard of a Skakdi passing from old age, Karz he had never heard of anyone dying from old age. But maybe that was just because they all died before they could reach that point, before the point where their joints began to creak and whine, before their circuitry began to spark and crackle, before their muscles began to rot away. But Drukarus feared his end less than he feared failing his goal. On the old Zakaz, he had fought countless battles, waged numerous wars, and claimed a many strongholds. But it never seemed to be enough, never enough at uniting his people.

But here, on this Zakaz, he had a chance, he knew it, felt it in his frame. This Zakaz was to be his last chance at peace for his kind, for a better future, for a world where Skakdi can be more than just barbarians, thieves, and scavengers. He just prayed that Barius would see his goal...And accept it.

OOC: Last Drukarus Post for SKR. Rest well Warlord, your time is not yet here.

IC: Vulimai (Metru-Koro, The Western Garrison)

"OK, you’re all clearly busy, I’ll just… go check up on that Manas from earlier and come back."

Vulimai only sighed, "Yet another problem for me to deal with." Vulimai ignored Waveahk's words, as more and more matters continued to pile upon her. She needed to get those airships made, she needed to ensure the Matoran had a place to live, she needed to hope that Zaliyah's revolution didn't destroy the peace, she needed...She needed...Vulimai didn't know what she needed, what she needed truly.

Meandering away, Vulimai unknowingly followed after Knichou, exiting through the same broken portion of wall, her hand lightly caressing the charred edges of rock and sandstone. Looking out into the desolate expanse, the shattered skull of Mata-Nui staring towards the meek settlement of Metru-Koro in comparison, Vulimai wanted to scream, to call out to the deathly cold skull, to hope for some response, for some answer as to why he allowed this to occur. If he was a god, if he was the whole world, then why had he allowed his people to die. 

But Vulimai didn't receive an answer, as she assumed that none had ever received one before, in better times, or worse ones. Drawing her eyes downwards towards the silver lake that surrounded the skull, silhouetted, was the figure of Taja and Knichou. Approaching, Vulimai took a seat next to the two Toa's, joining them in their silent view of the stars.

OOC: @BULiK @Eyru @Nato the Traveler Last Vulimai for SKR.

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IC: Korio Karasha - Tactical Panda II

Korio had gone back to looking over the ship's railing after the moment of levity, onto the floating bits of debris that used to be the Rig. He remembered the first time he saw the place, looking like a shiny city on the water. Nothing like anything he'd come across in the wilderness. The Vo-Skakdi knew that this would be the place to make his name known, and when Miss Yumi recruited him, that just confirmed it further. She was royalty, and by extension he'd be like that, too.

But instead, the Rig and Zakaz itself continued to push him around. And the place he had tried to prove himself to would probably soon look very different, if it was ever rebuilt.

Perhaps his crippling fears that had set upon him during his younger years were the real roadblock to him becoming Korio, Queen Yumiwak's Most Feared (And Loyal) Lieutenant (the crew always made fun of him for how he pronounced that word). Most big bad brakas don't get scared by bigger, badder, actual brakas. What was it Korio's dear old dad said to him, when him and mum set the Skaklet loose on Zakaz?

"You're a big Skak now, Korio me boy," Daddy Karasha said. "You can handle anything this land throws at you."

Yeah, that. Well, dad did always bend the truth a little. The first thing a young Korio saw when he left their encampment and entered the wilds was a ghekula swallow a nui rama whole. Instant fear. But he didn't run back to 'em. He could have, though. Mum always reassured him that if this wasn't the life he wanted, Korio could come home. But why would he, and make himself look like a wuss? He pressed on. Became stronger, built himself a fine crossbow, and developed a back problem. Now he ran with Yumiwak, Ysocla, and the others. They weren't his newfound family--Miss Yumi had long squashed that idea--but they were something just as strong. He thought, at least. Korio knew she would never betray him, or force him into something he didn't want to do. She respected his feelings, and knew of his fears. And he'd always support her endeavors, in turn.

The Panda wasn't his family, but he'd be karzed to find anything closer besides his real mum and dad. He sometimes wondered how they were doing, and worried Zakaz might have ate them alive, eventually. But, who was he kidding? They were Skakdi. They were the hardiest s on the island. He would never believe such a thing until the day he saw their piano-key teeth around someone's neck, and then he'd have to kill that someone. For mum's sake.

The world was shifting in ways Korio, and the rest of the Skakdi on Zakaz, had never seen coming. Had been ever since the metal skull landed and the star people set foot on the land, bringing their own problems. Now the ground shook beneath the footfalls of a newly-born Tahtorak. And he was going to make sure that, despite it all, Yumiwak made it on top.

(Heh.)

Korio smiled to himself.

She'll be right, mate.

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