Coconut Fella

IC: 042 - New Atero, Parking District If there was one thing 042 new, it was never to argue with a convict. "Under legal obligation you are required to pay fines for federal property damage. Failure to pay property damage," 042 began to lean forward into Porangi's face, "may result in more extreme consequences."

IC: 042 - New Atero, Parking District The Zyglak was painfully oblivious to his surroundings, that was of a surety. How he had managed to survive this long with such pitiable alertness was beyond the Maxilos unit that was now situated directly behind him. "Pilot," 042 began abruptly, "Your vehicle has damaged New Atero grounds whilst performing illegal landing maneuvers."

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace "Yeah, Duty. One a' the few blasted things left in the world we can hold on to." In a moment of lack of restraint, and one I hope he missed, my staunch expression loosened. Only a bit, mind you. I'm not that much of a sap. "Get on then!" I barked, slipping back into the norm like a kraata into the suit. IC: Maxilos 042 - New Atero, Parking District Not one, but two, loud and disturbing vehicles pulled into the parking district. Both pilots were in violation of standard parking regulations, either vehicle may have posed possible damages to the premises. 042 descended quickly, lighting neatly and evenly within the bounds of a reserved parking space. Separating from the vehicle must have been a disorienting sight to any observer, but to Maxilos 042 it felt more natural than any other part of it's strange life. Head still clicking into place, 042 calculates priorities. One violater departing quickly from the premises, the other, who has posed more viable damage, still lingering. In the end, the broken tarmac of the district called 042 to the first pilot to touchdown. It turned, and began marching towards the Zyglak. OOC: 042 is approaching Porangi

IC: Kekepua - Hallways This was an unexpected turn of events. The beast had been planning to leave Torch to go out on his own, an virtually let him do any work there was to be done. But this cauldron... she couldn't shake the primal curiosity that was dredged up from her deep insides. "And you would know where to look, then?" IC: Slif - Gym -> Armory Exxan was going on with himself, and whoever those other guys were went ahead and followed him despite what he'd said. He could handle himself. Out of all the rahks I'd seen in this school, there was some kinda... I dunno, durability? Yeah, that's a good word for it. It was a word I should probably get worked into my quote-unquote description too, after that last match. After the whole lack of activity in this place. I'd thought something along these lines before, but aside from the Tournament, that didn't really go far. "Speaking of the Tournament..." I turned to look at the armory. That match showed me just how much of a disadvantage being unarmed is. I've had plenty of disadvantage, so getting rid of some wouldn't be too unfair, would it?

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace A sound not unlike the puff of air from a muaka's throat escaped my mouth. "Hrrrm. Come back later then, at this rate I'm sure I'll still have plenty to spare."

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace I grumbled again, although this time I did so with hollow conviction. In all honesty, hearing that "she wasn't worried" was reassuring in a lot of ways. Even being the fruit guy was reassuring. I'd much rather be TV the fruit guy than Tveke the pirate. "Plannin' on buyin' anything more?" I say to the second guard, "Got Madu fruit this time. Fresh stuff, not that Cabolo nonsense."

IC: Fate - Infirmary -> Dorms Layed out across the cart were the many pieces of the suit. Organic pieces pickled and jarred, mechanical pieces polished, cleaned, and sorted neatly. Among the pieces were the prototype chargers from my earlier experimentation, as their functionality had been deemed different from my previous assumptions. I would find use for them later. Without saying a word, I removed the organic parts and placed them on infirmary shelves, and wheeled the robotic components and armor out into the hallway. I'd return the cart later, once I had these parts stored properly. Approaching my room, it felt as though it had been ages since I'd last been here. Almost like it was an entirely new place. No time for dawdling thoughts now, though. I entered the room, locking the door behind me. OOC: Sim's just gonna follow along with the group, even if he's not currently totally engaged in conversation

AND ANOTHER ONE, WA-HEEEY Name: Bai Bai Species: Skrall Gender: Female Powers: None; High intelligence, strategic capacity Gear: Extensive personal library in her home with varied subjects and difficulties of reading. On her person: -Glasses; fairly self-explanatory -Spare glasses; for the inevitable -Spare glasses x2; for the second inevitable -Ornate Satchel; holds several books, spare water for on the go, writing utensils -Book of records and events; personal journal and sketchbook -Anngonce’s glove; A mysterious artifact given to her long ago by her mother, the glove allows for limited psychic manipulation of matter. Small objects are easily lifted, large objects more difficultly pushed. The glove requires intense mental focus and strength, as such few can use it, and she has yet to discover another that can use it. Personal Aircraft: Babylon Allegiance/Role: New Atero historian/ recorder Appearance: Whatever the Spherus Magnan equivelant of a pear is, Bai Bai is shaped like that. Small, squat, and fairly weak in comparison to the majority of the rest of her species. Very friend shaped. She does not have any kind of helmet, but wears a pair of glasses, and wraps a piece of cloth around the back of her head. When at work she wears black, gray and earth green ornate robes. At home her attire is much more relaxed, wearing loose pants and ponchos, and the like. Personality: What she lacks in physical capability she more than makes up for in mental capacity; her brain is exceptionally far superior to the majority of Spherus Magna’s inhabitants. She regularly intakes the contents of multiple volumes of books in a single day, integrating them into her mental library. . Among her favorite subjects are heroic figures from time, including those still alive and well today. Beings of significant strength or achievement easily make this list. Bio: Raised in her youth on stories of the great feats of heroes and legends, Bai Bai was a staple in the Sisters of the Skrall community, able to remember and record events without the use of paper or slab. Her strategic mind was no laughing matter either, and she was often called upon by the leader of the Sisters for advice and planning. If not for her capacity in these matters, she might have been left behind in the many journeyings of the Sisters. Once the Great Battle ended, Bai Bai found herself in New Atero, where she was able to become the official historian for the city. By day she works in the library, accessing books on higher shelves using Anngonce’s glove, translating and decrypting ancient texts, sorting historical documents and timelines, and assisting the occasional Library-goer if need be, all while reading in between jobs. By night she gets unhealthy amounts of sleep after staying up late reading even more. Her unbridled passion for the written word is a powerful force, but another part of her almost longs for the adventure of the great heroes she was told of in childhood... Name: Babylon Model: Airship Weaponry: -Disruption field generator; while activated it prevents vehicles from approaching too close by disrupting internal systems. Applies to only a very short range, only three bio from the ship. Expends lots of power, so it is used only in emergencies and intermittently. -Thornaxx Launchers placed at the front and back. Customization: A large portion of the cargo bay is now a dedicated Library, filled with books of all kinds. The shelves are bolted and secured to the walls and floors, and have glass doors to prevent the books flying around everywhere when the ship is moving. Appearance: The Babylon is of average airship size, with no particularly identifying features.

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace Oh joy. I'm the "fruity guy" now. "Yeah, yeah, that's me. Bona fide extinct fruits and herbs, and the like." I said, accentuated with a shrug. A guy looking like this, you'd think I'd remember meeting him. Wasn't ringing any bells though.

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace "It's not just a worry; it's a fact." I interjected between my calls. If this was gonna keep on going then I wasn't going to shouting wares.

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace "Hmph. Never seemed the type of place to me. Guess I don't know it as well as I thought." I grumbled this partially to myself while going back to checking my fruit. "Just don't scare the customers too much now." I said before calling out my wares again.

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace "What sorta problems are they then? Since when did this place ever have any kind of "confidential" information?"

IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace "Annoying? I could care less about any number of guards." Clicking and whirring, my prosthetic arm gestured to the dwindling amount of customers in the market. "It's all a' them that have the problem."

IC: 042 - New Atero. Parking District Airspace The sun was high above the great wastes, showering it's heat on the whole of civilization. Most members of the populace were busying themselves with work, finishing and beginning their individual duties and obligations. If they were not actively working, then they were engaging in obtaining new work. Some were forgers, technicians, respected warriors or peacekeepers. Some were traders, scavengers, and scoundrels with mixed reputations. All were busy working, drinking, and moving forward in life. 042, was doing nothing. The machine turned sophont lay integrated into it's very own Red Hydraxon, awaiting any indication of suspicious activity or pressing threats. Within the range of 042's detection equipment was nearly the entire parking district. Nearly. As such, 042 continued to slowly circle about the district. IC: TV - Tesara, Central Marketplace Karz, all the military activity was driving away customers. Spineless bottom-feeders. "Hey," I called to the closest guard, "What's all this about? All the guards?" OOC: That would be Jira that TV is talking to. I needed to throw 042 in here somewhere. May as well have him on patrol.

IC: TV - Central Marketplace, Tesara Walking in to the marketplace with a loaded cart was never too odd a sight, but doing so with a cart full of fruit that were nigh impossible to find? That did tend to draw a few stares. It was odd though, seeing so many guards wandering around. Regardless, most of the allotted stall spaces had been claimed and set up in. "That's the price of leaving late," I grumbled. There was an empty spot next to that Fe ship... seems nobody else was too keen on setting up next to it. Of course, I couldn't blame them. Those Fe overseers deserved about as much respect as a bottom feeder from the pit. Loathsome slavers that they were, though, better to claim that space than none at all. I rolled up alongside the great airship and raised the top to the cart, effectively creating a stand, albeit one with a roof that only came to my chest. "Madu fruit for sale! Ripe, organic Madu fruit!" My voice carried across the marketplace like a Kane-ra's bellow, sounding just as rough, and only slightly more inviting. OOC: TV is still very OFI

IC: Sim - Hallways "Well that's just splendid!" I said, smiling. I continued to be pleasantly surprised by the number of students here who wished to shun the ways of our carnal beings. IC: Kekepua - Hallways The cauldron? After all her time here, somehow the knowledge of such a place had avoided her keen observation skills. "Ah, yes. That would be a good place to check." Of course, her little pyrocommunicative friend didn't need to know that.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa If Threiaa noticed Ailun's use of terms, she certainly didn't acknowledge it. Upon seeing the bed her eyes widened (as much as they could at the moment), and she unceremoniously walked up and fell face first into it. Yes, it was sort of lumpy, but the days Threiaa had a bed to sleep in were far and few between. "Mffnoight." She mumbled past the mattress.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa Peeling off her goggles one eye at a time, the sleep in her eyes was now fully visible. "Just show me the best bed in the place, an'- uh, an' I'll take it." IC: TV - Tesara Mata Nui, the sun was bright. I got my fair share of sun in the ship, but it still surprised me how much stronger it felt with nothing between the two of us. The heat sure didn't help at all, that was certain. Now that I had a cart full of Madu fruit, I was standing at the bottom of the ramp into the ship. The both of us started moving to the alleyway that led to the outside. I pushed it in front of me, careful not to bump or jostle it too much. Madu were temperamental, to say the least. But I knew how to handle them, and, more importantly, how to use them. "Hopefully today doesn't come to that," I muttered as I left the shadow of the alley. OOC: TV is OFI

I'm all up for aligning 042 with one of the settlements, likely it'll end up being Fe, since they have the most technology, and repairs would be easier to obtain there. Though Fe already seems to have plenty of those sorts of reclaiming agents... *Edit* I changed it up, ended up going with New Atero.

It's a stretch, but I'd like to see whether or not this idea is yay or nay. Name: Maxilos-042 Species: Maxilos Guards Gender: N/A Powers: Fast reflexes(reasonably), black fire Gear: Standard Maxilos Sword Grappling Hook additions to both arms Detection hardware mounted to shoulder, moderate range Personal Aircraft: Red Hydraxon Allegiance/Role: New Atero, Bounty Hunter/Agent of New Atero Appearance: 042 is a standard Maxilos unit. Scorch and electrical burns near its head trace down the shoulder, where a mounted Cordak Blaster once stood. In it’s place is a basic radar equipment setup, allowing 042 to better track quarries and airships. Personality: As would be expected of a machine, 042 is unresponsive to emotional stimuli, and is very direct and blunt in his voice and words. However, since being “awakened”, 042 has achieved a certain state of understanding, and finds itself comprehending emotions previously unknown to it. Bio: As would be expected, Maxilos 042 was a standard Maxilos jailing pit unit. It survived the cataclysm, it survived the confrontation with the Mahri and Dekar-Hydraxon, it survived Voya-Nui’s mad rush to fill the hole in Mata Nui’s chest. But when Karda Nui was restarted, and 042’s position near the seal of Karda Nui left him exposed to lingering energies from the universe’s heart. That is, if you can call intense lightning storms “lingering energy”. First, the cordak blaster on his shoulder was struck, detonating every cordak at once and throwing its charred and shattered body through the water. Next, another stray bolt caught him in the neck, throwing him back the way he came. 042’s body was decimated, having little head left intact. But the Ignika doesn’t need much to work with, as it is. By the time the ignika was ejected into space, Maxilos 042 was on his feet, awake, and confused. And that’s something that no machine can stand. It set off, electing to continue it’s mission for as long as it was able. Which, in reality, was not very long at all. The evacuation of the great spirit robot found Maxilos wandering alone, searching for a purpose. It wasn’t long until 042 came across a line of work very much akin to what he had before, hunting down criminals and "persons of interest" in exchange for parts and protection from the New Atero government. Name: Red Hydraxon Model: Jetrax Weaponry: Impact Crystal Launcher, Thornaxx launchers, laser burst piercer(requires charging period before and after use, designed to puncture rather than cut) Customization: The pilot seat is specially designed/customized for a Maxilos unit, conforming and integrating the unit into the body of the ship. This allows much more intimate control, but the ejection time for the teleportation module is increased to insure 042’s full seperation. Appearance: 042 has no need for cosmetics, but the red and black paint job that came with the ship is, as 042 begrudgingly admits, aesthetically pleasing in conjuncture with his own body.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa She nodded, promptly throttling her head into an overhead pipe before even a second's passing. Rubbing her head, she followed Ailun's tugging on her arm. IC: TV - Tesara Tesara was known for being the most peaceable of places in the Great Barren, but even in places of great peace, pockets filled with long discarded things and ideas fester. Nestled in a vacant plot behind a well-populated building complex, there could be found a small gathering of trash and scrap. Certainly not enough to amount to a scrap-yard, but enough to call it a "scrap-y yard". Out of all the scrap, the least trash-worthy of it all would be the relatively small airship balancing precariously in the air. If you did happen to find this place, then you should be congratulated on your ability to find out-of-the-way and pointless things. Then I'd tell you to butt out of whatever business you think you found here. Somehow, I've had to tell off more than a few nosy neighbors that came wandering in from the streets. And still, as many as I've shooed away, just as many more arrive, looking for a place to do... whatever it is youth do for fun these days. I know for a fact that some of them followed me on my way back from the market, I've had to lose more than a few curious pairs of eyes in the alleyways. At the moment, I was appreciating the peace of the Second Breath's interior. Flowers were beginning to bloom in Hydropod #17, a good sign of the development of more Bula fruits on their way. Those would do well in the market, all the Mata Nuians that frequented my stall were always delighted to see a fruit thought long to be extinct. Their eyes always dropped some when they saw the price of course, but a little haggling goes a long way for the both of us to get what we want. Of course, having the only supply of the fruit helps to keep a customer coming back. And if the Bula wasn't their favorite, there was always the Raro-Hua, Madu, Bamboo, or even those lightvines. Any little reminder of a home long lost sold well, and kept my work funded. Speaking of which, I'd better get to the market soon. With the morning sun shining through the windows, it wouldn't be long until the market rush. I started gathering up supplies, picking my oldest, yet still fresh, fruits, before continuing on to newer batches. Best to sell what I've got left now before they spoil.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa Somehow, in her addled state, Threiaa's mind didn't really connect the two sentences. Or if she did, she didn't make much of them. "Thanks, I'd appreciate it." She grinned.

IC: Sim - Hallways "Oh yes, I'm doing alright now." I smiled at her. In truth I was still sore, but it was hardly worth making her worry over. IC: Slif - Gym Eh, figures. A guy like him had probably had worse done to him over the years. I walked back to the bulk of those watching the tournament, and summoned up a chair. With nothing better to do now that most of the matches were winding down, I started grooming myself again, working out the dirt caught between armor plates. OOC: Slif is OFI

IC: Kekepua - Hallways "Ah-" The beast paused. A problem had just been made apparent. Her resources had gone dry with the burning of Phantom on the Water, so she had no idea where there might be anymore cloth left. " I suppose," She continued, "We'll have to go out and find them." IC: Sim - Infirmary -> Hallways "I suppose I'll be following them out." I say to Fate. "Do whatever you will." On that note, I followed Melody out, offering silent support. IC: Fate - Infirmary Hmph. ... ... "Ussal face." With no more commotion, I returned to the discarded suit from before, and began collecting useful parts.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa From scrap? Not surprising, really. It looked like someone had rolled a ball of adhesive down a junk hill. Multiple times. "Does it have a room then?" She asked Ailun while rubbing at her eyes, "I haven't slept in... what, thirty-six hours? 'S that a whole day?" Her gaze became distracted again, confused with her reasoning, before refocusing on Ailun. "I'd be happy to work in exchange."