Wotz

IC (Skraatuth, Ga-Koro village square): As she set up her stool for the second day in a row, Skraatuth looked back on the previous one. Towards the end one of the Matoran she had assaulted appeared to be being interviewed. Skraatuth knew that her time was almost up. They were going to find her. Fortunately she had been practicing an escape routine if they did. Time passed

IC (Solia, Onu-Koro highway): "Yup, don't really know what we'll do there, we haven't made any plans just yet. You on your way there too? Hop on!" As he did the Ussal continued in it's strange sideways motion, down the tunnel. After a few minutes Solia asked "So what brings you here?"

IC (Solia, Onu-Koro highway): "Hey there! Need a lift?" she called back.

IC (Trakuda, jungle): Another tree branch, another stumble. Why, of all the places he chose to come, did he come here? As he tore himself from the mud and filth on the ground, Trakuda had another flashback, a clearer one this time... IC (Trakuda, flashback): The adrenaline was high, the excitement and tension was in the air, but it was accompanied by fear and doubt. What if they didn't make it? What if they were killed, or worse, captured?"Well? You coming?" said the Kewa rider as Trakuda shook the thoughts from his head. Things like this required action."You bet I am! Let's get moving, that Rama hive won't wait to be smashed." he remarked, masking his fear with false courage. The rider smiled grimly as Trakuda hopped atop the Kewa. As dozens more bird-like Rahi took off around them, Trakuda gripped the feathers of the creature tight. The Kewa's clawed feet left the ground, and the wind began to rush through the gaps in Trakuda's mask. He had never flown before. This experience was once in a lifetime.His newfound happiness was instantly stamped down with extreme prejudice as thousands of bug-like Rahi emitted from the hive far away in the forest. He swallowed. IC (Trakuda, jungle): His daydreams were interrupted as he heard voices. A large group, primarily Toa, by the sounds of things. And they didn't appear to be getting along. Shuffling through a bush, Trakuda turned and saw them arguing. Battle noises could be heard in the background, but Trakuda ignored them, he was more interested in this group. They hadn't noticed him yet. OOC: That's you lot (slightly obviously )

OOC: Solia (and Lux) from Ta-Koro IC (Solia, Onu-Koro highway): "Hahaha, of course not!" She replied to Lux as they passed the border into Onu-Wahi. "Woah, these tunnels are a lot darker than I remember..." she pointed out as she revealed a glowing diamond-shaped stone from her bag, "Lightstone!" she exclaimed, raising it high into the air. It's light flooded the tunnel.

IC (Cybervortixx, ice caves): The dummy was complete. Dummies, to be precise. The lone unit had made it appear that there were a large squad defending the perimeter, so that when they arrived, they would attack them, before being assaulted from behind, and utterly destroyed. The Cybervortixx knew that this plan had 82.78564% chance of working, so if it didn't, it would still flank them. Of course, with the Doctor involved, nothing can be predicted, but the Cybervortixx didn't know that. It took it's position in a side tunnel which could only be entered through the main chamber, so they wouldn't see it coming. Fortunately the wall was thin enough for it to hear the footsteps and voices of the party the Doctor had brought. That way it would know exactly where to smash through. If the Cybervortixx had emotions, they would certainly admit this plan had style, whether it worked or not.

IC (Skraatuth, Ga-Koro village square): A large crowd seemed to be gathering in the Inn. Skraatuth didn't know why, but she hoped it would divert attention from her. Eyeing the dock, she began to put together an escape plan. Once the guard come looking for her, she would run and hide on one of the boats, and, if one was leaving, she could jump on board. The pieces were in place.

IC (Trakuda, Suva-Kaita): Trakuda's fingertips brushed lightly against the dome shaped shrine at the center of this ancient temple. As he looked around at the six pillars, Trakuda began to wonder who built this place. But such thoughts soon vanished from his mind, as he remembered why he was here. He had learned something, and that was that there was a battle here, and he lost a good friend. A step had been made in his efforts.He couldn't see anyone around. Where were they all? He was sure he had seen a large group of beings near here from up on the cliff, but they must have left. It seemed that there was no more Trakuda could get from this place, despite it's magnificent scale and atmosphere. He headed up the huge flight of stairs leading to Le-Wahi. OOC: Trakuda to Le-Wahi

IC (Solia, Ta-Koro streets): "No thanks, I would, but for now, I'm fasting. I've been fasting for a while now. In memory of... A friends memory. If that makes any sense. Whatever, let's go, we've got things to do, people to- well maybe not, but you get the idea." She walked to the back end of the village, where a large tunnel entrance stood, with Matoran writing reading: "Onu-Koro/Le-Koro" She paid for an ussal taxi from the Matoran by the entrance, and hopped on. "Next stop, Onu-Koro!" OOC: Assuming Lux followed, Solia to Onu-Wahi

IC (Cyberleader, Tombs): As the leader chiselled a second unit from the ice, it remembered the first. Much time had passed. There was only one explanation: It had been destroyed. This meant that this island had intelligent life, therefore, if they had ay sense at all they would head to the one place that could preserve a machine-like being for that long, the ice caves in Mt. Ihu. Once the other unit had come online, the leader explained the situation."We have an enemy here. One that is capable of destroying us.""How many are they?""This is uynknown, but there is no time to remove the other units from the ice. We must prepare. Set up all defences around the perimeter, then set up disk launchers around the barricades. If possible I will uncover more units. If not, we will have to do without.""I obey."The soldier exited the cave, and the leader continued it's work. OOC: Shame we aren't allowed NPCs following us around anymore

IC (Skraatuth, Ga-Koro village square): Building a stool out of bamboo she found on the beach, Skraatuth set up shop, writing in crude Matoran: "Hand-Made Jewelry for Sale"Now she need only wait for the customers to swoop in. For the early part of the afternoon, few Matoran turned up, they were all at work at that time, of course. But as the day grew old, more and more gullible Matoran showed up, paying her over the top prices for things they could easily make. But she knew it was all about salesmenship. She could sell an old shoe for a decent price if she advertised it well. But later on, Skraatuth noticed Toa giving her funny looks. Before long, she would have to make a quick exit. Soon enough the Matoran she robbed earlier would grass on her, and she would have to make a quick exit. But not yet, for now, things were going well.

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): It fell to it's knees and the robot part went offline. OOC: And with that, I bid thee farewell for the night

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): The hammer smashed open the Mechavortixx' chest piece. It was vulnerable, and badly damaged. "Emergency, emergenc- bszztt- Emergen- Cy-" it staggered and swayed on the spot, it grabbed something- the Launcher! It swung the empty Disk Launcher wildly in front of it in a vain attempt to do some damage to it's enemies.

IC (Skraatuth, Ga-Koro): "What do mean I can't come in?""We never said that. We just asked you to hand over all items that could be dangerous.""Why don't you trust me? Is it because I'm a Skakdi?""Ma'am, this has nothing to do with your species.""Don't you 'Ma'am' me!" Skraatuth grabbed the Matoran guard round the neck, shaking him violently. The other one stabbed her in the shoulder with his spear."Leave him alone!" She yelled, "This is standard procedure, by law, we don't trust anyone!"Skraatuth let go. She gave both a look of utter disgust as she took the stolen jewelry out of her bag. They looked at each other, confused, then let her pass. As she entered the village she could hear them behind her."What a load of fuss over nothing...""Yeah I know, what was all the strangling about...?""Stupid Skakdi...""Why'd they even let them on this island in the first place..."Skraatuth growled under her breath once they were out of earshot. They would see who belonged on this island and who didn't.

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): The warhammer struck, and hard. The Vortixx fell to the ground, injured severely. "You- Destroy- Bszztt-" It crackled as it struggled to get back on it's feet. Lifting both arms in front of it in a strangling motion, the machine-like Vortixx made a last ditch effort to attack. It wasn't even sure who it's target was, it's optical circuits were badly damaged.

OOC: I knew that...

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): It stumbled slightly at the kick, but it had no lasting effect. Picking the disk launcher up again, it lunged once more at Ariga, this time aiming to hit him in the face with the blunt end of the weapon.

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): It was out of disks. Melee action was necessary. It tossed the launcher aside as a powerful gust of wind knocked it to the ground. It got back to it's feet, and lunged at Ariga's mask.

IC (Trakuda, Amaja Circle): As he climbed atop the circular sandpit often used to tell stories by the Turaga, Trakuda whistled in awe. He span around, taking in the sheer majesty this place contained. But it was then something came to him. A memory? Whatever it was, it felt familiar, so Trakuda sat down on the ground, in the Lotus position, and closed his eyes. He needed to have absolute concentration, otherwise this brief image may disappear forever.There was... A battle... A confrontation... A feeling of bravery, of standing up for what's right... Death, there was much death... And terrible, terrible beasts... And loss... Something was taken from him, something that meant the world, no, someone, a Matoran, taken, who, who was she?Then the memory was gone. Trakuda found he was bent double on the ground, sobbing. He looked around, slightly embarrassed. Fortunately no one was around to see it. But who was that Matoran? He had to find them, whoever they were. Maybe they held the answers to his past. Getting to his feet, a dusting the sand from his body, he headed down the bridge towards the main shrine, the Suva-Kaita, which, strangely, had been damaged somehow.

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): "Negative, emotions have been removed." This time it fired two disks, one on the ground, which caused an explosion, and another directly at Rivera's Warhammer.

Ah okay, I'll just put him through a bit of a mental breakdown

IC (Mechavortixx, jungle): "Incorrect, 'nightmare' suggests emotion. You will be destroyed." It fired another disk.

Hey, I just wondered whether Makuta can speak telepathically to PCs, tormenting them and such? Not to effect the story of the RPG but just the character.

IC ​(Mechavortixx, jungle): This was unprecedented. Ariga was here. "You are the Doctor. You must be destroyed." It removed the Disk Launcher from it's back, preparing to open fire on it's enemy. If the Disk struck, it would either cause and explosion or knock him unconscious. Either way, he would be incapacitated. It aimed, and fired.

IC (Skraatuth, village outskirts, shoreline): CRASH! A door exploded in a torrent of seaweed. Two terrified Matoran huddled together as a silhouette came into view at the doorway. "Run." The mysterious being said. Both Matoran immediately scuttled out of the door, not daring to look at their attacker. If they had, however, they would have seen a female Skakdi in a bad temper. Her name was Skraatuth, and she meant business. The hut was only just big enough to fit her in it, but it would do whilst she robbed it. From what she could see, Matoran possessed little, only a few sentimental items like pictures and necklaces. Necklaces! Of course, their jewelry could be sold on the black market. She dug out any pieces of crude, hand-made pieces of jewelry such as bracelets, and stuffed them into her bag. They were made from everyday seashells, but the effort put into them would certainly bring a profit. Nothing else here was of value, so Skraatuth destroyed it, overturning tables and flax-making machines, ripping up papers and tearing holes in the wall. This destruction was, of course, unnecessary, but she had to let off some steam. On her way out, she kicked down the support poles, causing the small dwelling to collapse. Ga-Koro was her next stop. She would sell what she could, then make a quick escape before her victims informed any Toa. A simple but effective strategy, by all means. She set off down the beach.