Coconut Fella

IC: Sim - Refectory "Oh, that's a shame," I frowned out of sympathy, "Though I suppose it's to be expected." I'd come to expect that sort of behavior from most, even beyond our species. IC: Phantom - Gaever's Forge More than enough time had passed for Phantom to wake, allowing her to ponder in the silence of the fog. It seemed all she could do at this point, carrying out mundane tasks and thinking aimlessly. With so much progress made on the roof, she sat down on the set tile, crossing her legs. She observed Gaever and her deliberate movements, contemplating how the both of them had come to be here. She realized, on top of knowing little of why Gaever had come to this place, she knew nothing of her origin. Her only history was that of the past few days. Beyond that, she was an enigma to herself. "Gaever, why this place?" She asked, very plainly. "For the forge. For me to come here. It's so..." She pressed her hands together, staring out over the sad landscape. "Dark." IC: Fate - Dorms The carapace was a gleaming silver now, sufficiently smoothed and surfaced from the repeated motion of my hands. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, I began to place the carapace over my own. It snugly slid over my back, halting tantalizingly close to the edge. I had widened the curve of the piece to fit over the existing one, but it was still tightly refusing to comply with my efforts. I grumbled, and attempted to remove the extra plate. With time, the piece slowly was removed, leaving scratches and gashes in my paint. I'd just have to give the material another pass, and soften the molecules even more.

IC: 042 - The Moa If rudeness were a crime, this matoran would be serving several sentences in prison. 042 huffed indignantly, and began to follow the matoran inside the ship. The matter of transportation back to New Atero was still pressing. realized in that moment that this matoran had little information regarding 042's identity. The likelihood of him finding any way to report 042 specifically was remote. Rather, it was likely some other surviving, but non-sentient, maxilos guard would be examined for faulty programming. A small part of 042 pitied the machine, but there was not much to pity, and not much to pity with. IC: Threiaa - The Moa Threiaa knew that the others had ignored her, but any frustration she might have felt quickly evaporated. Her eyes were know trained on the wreck of Red Hydraxon. Aside from the crushed cockpit, the majority of the ship was still in good shape. With something of a sly glance at 042 and then Ennanas, both of whom were brand knew to her, she started to head to her own Rockoh just nearby. Slipping into the cockpit, and turning the engine on low and slow, she smiled. That Hydraxon was a mighty fine looking piece of salvage, and by Solis Magna she was going to be the one to have it.

IC: Bai Bai - New Atero Lunch ended up being more successful once I got out of the library, as so many things seemed to do, outside of studying. I walked out of a hole-in-the-ground bar with another sandwich in my mouth. No time to sit to eat, study, and walk to the Tower. Had to deliver whatever records I had to show, even if it was just a parcel of info. Navigating the way from the library to the restaurant to the tower was fairly second nature to me, but I had to be careful not to make any missteps. The thought of getting lost in the alleys of New Atero... Uhnn nn. No. Even with such a military, an alley was an alley. Nothing ever good came from alleys, no nice old people with sage advice, no gruff but well-meaning fruit salesmen, nothing. Just corpses and criminal records. Tearing my eyes from the history of Great Being hygiene and dental care, I gave the road a quick lookover. I was still on track, no immediately pressing obstacles or divergence from the main path. Yet.

IC: 042 - The Moa Once again, 042 narrowed its "eyes", though towards Ailun this time. These civilians were proving to be quite irritating themselves. "My 'orders' are from the New Atero government. If you would like to file a complaint, file it with the inner defense and regulations offices." Threiaa was ignored, though her offer was made note of by the machine. IC: Tv - Tesara, Central Marketplace "Help? Come on, get your head together and stand up! We need to get to Second Breath!" I pushed off the grassy ground, pulling Tchepoh up by the shoulder. The makuta would do us in soon if we didn't keep moving.

IC: Maxilos 042 - The Moa The various visual devices on maxilos' face clicked and narrowed. "My means of travel have been destroyed by the criminal," It indicated toward the vehicle with a crushed cockpit, "Additionally, my left leg is completely nonoperational, the other will likely be soon." IC: Threiaa - The Moa "I moight," she dusted off her armored legs as she stood, "Be able to help in that regard. For a proice, of course. And if Ailun has any extra parts laying around."

OOC: For the time being, Tv is going to be calling Mirror, 'Tchepoh'. His mistake. IC: Tv - Tesara, Central Marketplace Couldn't stay here. Couldn't die here, not after so long. There was still so much work to do. I grabbed Tchepoh by the shoulder. We needed to get back to Second Breath. "Get up," I rasped, gathering strength, "Get up! We can't stay here, not anymore,"

IC: 042 - The Moa Again, with the "bot" thing. 042 hardly felt the need to explain again though, this one's vocabulary denoted higher intelligence, so he was using "bot" as a derogatory term deliberately. How wonderful. "My right is my duty," 042 acknowledged the diminuitive being, "I will carry out my orders to the best of my abilities. If this requires active combat near civilian vessels then so be it. Any damages would be regrettable, but not outside of the state's reimbursement of damages." IC: Threiaa - The Moa "Hey now! Don't go leaving me alone again!" She came barreling out of the hold, losing her footing on the sand and collapsing to the ground. IC: Tv - Tesara, Central Marketplace In an instant, I was thrown to the ground, hacking up dirt and smoke. Fumes stung at my eyes. Old nerves flared into ghost pains. Surroundings turned into that karzish nightmare that I've known so familiarly. I had to fight to remember where I was, and not back on the ground with Kakeva, or Tupotua, or Wegawe, Tchepoh....... Geva. Through the smog, just next to me, I swear I could hear Tchepoh next to me. Breathing. Gasping. Crying.

IC: 042 - The Moa 042 lifted it's torso from the rather comfortable position on the ground. A machine with emotional capacity can get mentally exhausted, after all. "'Robot' is inaccurate. I am an Android." The "Android" pulled itself to stand, slouching from the concentrated weight on one leg. "The Zyglak is currently a fugitive of New Atero law, having violated standard parking procedures, damaging government property, and attempted manslaughter. I was in pursuit to detain the target."

IC: 042 - Hurtling mass of carnage -> The Moa 042 had had quite enough at this point. As the vehicle designed for ramming began to accelerate to ramming speed, aiming the end not designed to ram towards a large, metal object, 042 decided that, perhaps, this was not worth the hassle. After all, this machine had free will. Porangi's sword frayed the grappling claw, and before he was given another chance to finish the job, the claw retracted fully into the machine's arm and Maxilos 042 rolled to a stop along the sandy ground. There was little time for stopping however, and rather than risk any more time out here with a now enraged Zyglak, 042 was going inside the nearest fortified structure. Or, in this case, the Moa. The fully intact grapple launched out to catch onto the Moa's landing gear, the less intact one latching onto the distant leg chunk. Hopefully the Pilot of this vessel was more accomodating.

IC: 042 - Still having this but definitely not enthusiastic about it In something of a surprise show of strength, Porangi was able to lift 042 from the seat. Letting go of his wrist to free a second hand, it launched the grappling claw at the control stick with one hand and unsheathed it's sword with the other, all while toppling to the ground below the zyglak. It pulled at the controls, causing Clunka-clunk to reverse much faster, towards the Moa.

IC: 042 - Having this Porangi's fist connected with 042's head easily. It spun to the side, but it wouldn't throw off the Maxilos too much. While the Zyglak's wrist was still in 042's grip, the robot expended it's inner energies, black flame flowing out from between it's fingers. Simultaneously, Clunka-Clunk's engine sputtered and kicked to life, pulling back from Red Hydraxon.

IC: Tv - Tesara, Central Marketplace Wow. That was almost sad. "Right then. Come on over, we'll get your fix." IC: Threiaa - The Moa "Roight, that would be my fault. But the shape of the bridge up here is somethin' awful, you can't blame me for not being able to tell what's what in a mish-mash like this." She grabbed the dangling intercom for emphasis. "Who puts an intercom on a chain from the ceiling anyway??" IC: 042 - Outside New Atero 042's head snapped back and to the side in response. It's hand shot up to meet the zyglak's wrist, while the other continued to operate and tweak the controls of the vehicle. Creaking groans escaped it's neck as it turned to look directly at the zyglak, contempt in it's eyes.

IC: Phantom - Gaever's Forge "Yes." She replied, her brain still sluggish to think of words. Gripping the edges of the bricks, Phantom clambered up on to the roof. Not so much as a flake of plaster was damaged on the way up. IC: Slif - Armory "Oh yeah, I met a guy like that just a few hours ago in the refectory. He had a friend with him that he was trying to help." I laughed, remembering that first meeting. "Darn thing fainted the moment she saw me, hehe. Anyway, I went to grab them some water, but I don't remember seeing him since then..." IC: Sim - Refectory "That long?" I'd hate to imagine what she must have seen, or experienced, from the very beginning of this place. "Do you know if... well, this might sound silly, but... do you know if any group like this one has ever... tried to form?"

IC: 042 - Outside New Atero "You fail to acknowledge your own blame, and attempt to defer it to me. Such attempts are futile." The claw did miss porangi, but it caught on the inside of the cockpit as it retracted. 042 let it pull him to the cockpit, where the former pit guard was able to pull himself in. The limp pieces of 042's left leg dangled into the seat, but the right soundly placed into the lower controls. "My turn."

IC: Threiaa - The Moa She whirled around from the intercom to look at Ailun. "Gettin' your attention, pretty successfully too by the looks of it!" IC: Tv - Tesara, Central Market Place I'd had my fill at the bar, using up what little spare change I had on a good chunk of bread and a drink. It was probably about time to take my cart back home- Oh, wait. That guard from earlier was at my booth again, hopefully to engage in some actual commerce this time. "Lookin' to buy now?" I asked as I approached.

IC: 042 - Outside New Atero 042 slowed to a stop as the cable that ran from it's arm to the claw fully retracted. It was standing shakily on one leg, the other laying a bio closer to the rockoh. 042 stared at the Zyglak with cold eyes, and fired it's other grappling claw towards the pilot.

OOC: Threiaa hasn't used the intercom yet, that was just her unaided voice. IC: 042 - Outside New Atero Really. ...Really. 042 had only just fully separated from Red Hydraxon, and was now facing a charging Rockoh head on. It was doubtful that the machine could integrate into the jetrax soon enough, weapons systems were exclusively controlled while 042 was docked, and the lone guard had no immediate cover. Except, perhaps, for the ships lying on the ground only a short distance away... In the space of time it took 042 to analyze his surroundings, the Rockoh had moved only mili-bio. The benefits of an artificial brain, it supposed. Without any more hesitation, 042 shot a grapple hook towards the nearest vehicle: the crashed Rockoh. As the machine's feet lifted off the ground, the charging assailant clipped it's legs, sending shrapnel flying from the twisting joints. It was odd -for a machine, at least- to feel pain. Or to scream. IC: Threiaa - The Moa So far, she had turned the environmental systems on and off, broken the radar, and moved the guns up and down. An intercom should not be this hard to find, but somehow Ailun had built this contraption with such lack of organization that every switch in this karz-hole of a bridge was mismatched and/or broken. Threiaa'd be having words with the engineer, and the captain, whoever that was. "You'd better believe," She muttered while flipping switches and spinning dials, "That if this were my ship, I'd be making," A lever pulled, an engine accidentally activated, "PLENTY of changes." That was it. That was every blasted control in this twine-and-leather monstrosity of a vehicle. She turned away from the consoles, exasperated... ...To look straight at a wooden handle on a chain hanging down from the ceiling. No. No, no way was this pathetic wooden piece the intercom- It slowly spun around, revealing a microphone haphazardly jutting out of the wood. "...Perfect." ----------------- "Ay!" The intercom boomed through the hallways and out into the desert, "You lot just left me in here, alone! Thas not very smart to do in a place like this as it is, but it's not very polite either!"

IC: Slif - Armory "Name's Slif," I said, grinning my winning grin. I was trying to size the guy up right now, but I was really having a hard time figuring him out. "What about you, stranger?"

IC: Phantom - Ruins, Gaever's Forge Once again, she nodded. The sleep was still thick in her eyes. She tried her best to keep focused and awake.

IC: 042 - New Atero -> Outside New Atero, The Moa Lacking a mouth as it was, 042 was smiling. In whatever way a machine can, that sense of thrill and chase began to well up in some semblance of a soul. The zyglak had taken off quickly, but 042 was not one to dawdle. Moments later, the Red Hydraxon began liftoff, and burst into the sky in pursuit of the ragged and crude vehicle. It did not take long before the tortured machine once again fell from it's borrowed place in the sky. Touching down mere bio from the vandal's vehicle, 042 once again began separating from his vehicle. IC: Threiaa - Outside New Atero, The Moa There was not much to be said about straw beds. They reeked of animals, had uneven lumps and dips in the surface that you could never quite smooth out, and fell apart without a careful watch on the bindings. What could be said, though, was that it was a bed, and not a metal slab on the floor. As such, Threiaa had one of the best rests of her life in the space of the few hours since she boarded the Moa. Hardly noticing the crashing sounds faintly piercing the Moa's walls, Threiaa pushed off the bed and returned to the world of the living. "That," She said to no one in particular, "Was about tha best noight's sleep I've had in years." Scratching at her drooping spines while she left the (comparably)cozy cabin, Threiaa inspected the hallways. There wasn't a soul in sight. "Hello?" Her voice echoed through the halls, likely unheard. She grumbled. Hardly seemed like a smart move to leave a new passenger- or, employee? Temp worker? She'd have to talk to Ailun about what their arrangement entailed- alone when you had no clue as to their past. Besides, it was rude. Maneuvering her way through the halls, she finally found the bridge. Hopefully this thing had some kind of intercom.... IC: TeeVee - Tesara, Central Marketplace "Last call for Madu fruit!!" My voice was getting rough. I had to stop soon, before I ended up straining it. If there was one thing you needed in a marketplace, it's a voice. Aside from my voice, my madu fruit hadn't done too well either. I'd made a few petty sales of single and double madu. "Can't believe this. Y'get yourself a unique product, nobody wants to buy." My thoughts tumbled out my mouth like dead branches down a waterfall, heavy, but hollow and weak. Maybe I needed a good drink. Something staunch, with a bit of kick. I picked up a fruit for a snack, and closed up the cart. Didn't really care if anyone tried stealing a fruit, without proper instruction on handling it they'd end up with a good explosion in the face, and a mild concussion. My hand held the snack with a firm but gentle grip, like holding a gukko egg. I made sure to keep it close to my body as I pushed through the door to the closest bar I could find. IC: Bai Bai - New Atero, Market District Library --> Market District This was hardly becoming, lying on the floor like this. In a pool of my own tears. Hungry, and forgotten. Mostly hungry. With the help of my glove, I put myself back on my feet. That sandwich had been my only food for the whole day, and my stomach was really beginning to feel that. It was time to get outside. Whisking a book to me to drown myself in thought, instead of irrational tears and despairs, I made my way into the street. That anxiety spell had put me behind in my studies, so I read the book as I walked, only somewhat concerned with the moving traffic in the streets. OOC: All characters open for interaction. 042 is in pursuit of Porangi but may be interrupted by those hanging around the Moa

IC: Slif - Armory "Hey thanks!" I said to the hulking stranger. I picked up the shortsword, and took a quick feel of it's balance and weight. ... Right. I know nothing about weapon balance and weight. I did know that it didn't feel very "fitting" in my hand, the shortsword was dismally small in my hulking paws. "Seems pretty nice, but I doubt I could really use it outside of being a letter opener." I chuckled, and shrugged. IC: Phantom - Ruins, Gaever's Forge Phantom hardly felt like bringing up the night terror, so she shrugged with a vague nod.

The BIONICLE equivalent of Santa Claus: Mata Nui piloting a sleigh pulled by thousands of flying scarabax

I already asked about that, he said no. :/

IC: Phantom - Ruins, Gaever's Forge The world seemed to spin as Phantom tried to open her eyes. Moments ago she had been resting peacefully, but in a sudden moment of panic from some imagined enemy, her eyes flew open. Conscious thought refused her even as fight or flight shot into high gear. Her body simply lay stiff and immoble, as shadows climbed at the edges of her vision. Her own mouth became useless, rendering her alone in her terror. She couldn't keep track of them. The shadows. They danced and crept along the walls and corners. Her eyes flicked back and forth trying to catch them, but they always escaped. They felt familiar. They were upset with her. But she didn't know why, and they wouldn't let her know why. And then, it was over. As her spine responded to the signals from her brain, the shadows disappeared from the tired corners of her eyes. She shivered. Phantom hoped she wouldn't have to do this "sleep" thing again in a long time. Outside the soon-to-be door of the forge, Phantom could see Gaever still working. She was a strong rahkshi, Phantom decided. Good thing she was a friend. Floundering on her feet as her body struggled to catch up to her mind, Phantom staggered out of the door, intent on returning to work. IC: Slif - Armory To be honest, I'd never much liked the idea of carrying a weapon. Seemed like just another thing I'd get attached to just to lose at some point. But after that last match (I was still aching from that, even after Palma's help) I realize that I need a proper weapon. Fists aren't going to cut it when you're up against a guy with something that can. Cut it, that is. With a sword. And "it" being my hand. I picked up an axe. Had to admit that it looked pretty good, but no way was I going to deal with a weapon this long. Setting it down, I moved on to the rest of the junk on the racks. Pretty much everything was old or impractical. Some of it was just straight up stupid, frankly. I kept on looking, starting to shift weapons out of the way to look at the ones behind them. IC: Kekepua - Hallways -> Causeway Torch's glance was quickly met with a watchful pair of emerald eyes. She whom the eyes belonged to followed him to the edge of the causeway, slinking into a hunched flight position. IC: Fate - Dorms I ran my hands across the worn and weathered face of the shell. While to any outsider it may seem that I'm caressing another rahkshi's shell, I was in fact softening the molecules. With each pass of my hand, I was both removing a layer of matter and softening the next. The shell exterior had undergone more than some degradation in the grave, and it wouldn't hurt to lighten the large piece of metal anyway, so the top few layers of material were going to go. IC: Sim - Refectory Somehow, the refectory seemed to smell worse every time I came here. My nose crinkled in distaste, ignoring the ache it still gave me. "Melody," I turned to look at the small figure of my new friend, "How long have you been here? At Corpus?" OOC: Slif still OFI

IC: 042 - New Atero, Parking District There, that was much more reasonable. As a side note, it was fortunate for the Zyglak that 042 cared little about insults. "Engine failure is an avoidable incident... if unpredictable. Fines will still be due for..." Looking over at the stretch he had landed in, it was really mostly just scuffing, "Minimal damages." IC: Bai Bai - New Atero, Market District Library There are some moments in life where you just don't know how to go on. Moments that feel like emptiness has you in it's swells. Right at this moment I was having one of these moments, staring at a sandwich on the ground, crying my eyes out. I was going to eat that sandwich. I could still eat that sandwich, if I lowered my standards. But I know what's been on this floor. My own brain was debating over this slab of food while simultaneously destroying itself. Using my incredible decision making powers, I elected to curl up on the floor in agony of the spirit. OOC: Bai Bai is now in the game, woooo. Just had to get her in here, so I could feel like I have a place to start from