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  1. I haven't seen him around since the forum downtime a little while back.
  2. IC: Lash – The Dancing Crab Lash wanted to offer the Matoran little more than a dismissive sneer, but an uncomfortable truth rang through in his words. She had felt something different with Breathless in recent weeks. She’d pinned it on her own paranoia, but maybe there was something more it? Still, if this Makuta entity truly had returned, he’d already had ample opportunity to retake control of his creature. Whether that meant he couldn’t, or simply didn’t want to… “I’ve been living in a beach shack with my Rahkshi for some six months or so,” she spoke up, as much to dissuade her own doubts as those of her interrogators. “Makuta’s had all the time in the world to make it kill me in my sleep and scamper off to savage the unsuspecting citizens of Ga-Koro.” She turned fully towards the captain to address him once more. “That said, clearly I’m more ignorant of these matters than I realised, and I apologise if I’ve offended yourself or your crewmates. Evidently you all have very strong feelings about this. So if your answer’s no, I’ll accept that and walk away." Or you can kill me and find out what happens when my Rahkshi no longer has a master... She almost said, eyeing the hands around the table still resting near their weapons. "If you’d prefer, I can excuse myself and give you all some time to discuss this some more, because I’m getting the sense that not everyone here is on the same page, so to speak.” She indicated Gunner and Yasurek as she said the last part. To one, a lone Rahkshi was apparently a minor menace the crew could easily dispose of if it turned against them. To the other, it was allegedly an existential threat to whatever new land they were intending to venture to. Try as she might, Lash couldn’t reconcile the two disparate viewpoints. Nor could she really understand why a pack of pirates who were probably planning to plunder and pillage this new land anyway were being so maddeningly moral. @Ghosthands@Visaru@Snelly@Void Emissary@pokemonlover360
  3. IC: Vazaria – Hanaloi Forest “Life taught us very different lessons, then,” Vazaria sneered, raising her sword to parry the incoming Rahkshi stave, only for the thrust to resolve into a feint, leaving her arm outstretched and exposed. In the time it took for Vazaria to realise her mistake, Askha was already taking full advantage of it, moving forward, her sword scything towards the hand holding Vazaria’s own blade. In the split-second she had left to react, Vazaria did the only thing she could do. She activated her Kanohi once more, but instead of trying to fly away from Askha, this time she hurled herself directly at her, the falcata and sabre scraping savagely across her torso and sword arm as she slammed into them. Her intent was simple: to get past Askha’s weapons and seize her in a tackle, hopefully breaking her attacker's concentration… and getting the kraata on her shoulder as close to the other woman’s Kanohi as possible. She didn't much care if the creature chose to infect the mask or melt a hole in it. @Keeper of Kraata
  4. I'd argue that just... reading/watching everything in release order is a pretty solid way to learn the lore.
  5. IC: T’harrak – Fort Garsi Any other day, under any other circumstances, T’harrak might have been relieved to have a convenient interruption spare her from Zanakra’s wrath. The promise of even worse violence was not the reprieve she’d been seeking. As Zanakra’s Cordak rockets screamed forth from their launcher, the cold claw of terror closed around T’harrak’s heart. This was it, then. The thing she’d been dreading since she’d first stepped out of her hovel to seek her place in a Warlord’s retinue. She’d always known she would face battle sooner or later, but she’d always thought there’d be more time. Time to plan, to prepare. Physically and psychologically. But all she had time to do now was panic. All that time spent wandering the wastes, honing her skills, ingratiating herself to the warriors, earning her place among Razorfish’s ranks… and now she was going to die. They were all going to die. The enemy hadn't even returned fire yet, but she could already see it playing out in her mind's eye. Caught out in the open. Picked off as they tried to navigate the traps. Gunned down as they charged. Shot in the back if they tried to retreat. Shattered against Fort Garsi’s bastions of stone and steel. All for Zanakra’s ego. Wait… stone… Zanakra… “Forget about- the traps don’t matter!” She blurted out, stumbling over her words as she struggled to piece together her own idea from her panic-addled thoughts. “Their defences- it’s mostly iron and rock.” Think like Zanakra. Blunt. Brutal. Skakdi didn't need weapons. They were weapons. “If you and Jojax combine powers you can control it. Punch us a path right through. The traps, the fences, the walls… all of it.” @Snelly
  6. IC: Lash – The Dancing Crab “I’m sure a man such as yourself can understand the allure of riches untold,” Lash replied warily, noting the captain’s hand inching towards his weapon. She hadn’t expected a pack of pirate types to cling to such standards. Even now, there was clearly much she didn’t understand about life on this island. All the more reason to get off this rock. “I had only recently arrived on this island when I heard tell of a criminal group offering loot from a god’s vault to anyone who was willing to do mercenary work. I only met the Piraka once. It was never personal. And given their abysmal failure to hold Ko-Koro, it seems clear to me now that they’re not a side worth backing.” She paused for a moment, weighing up whether it was worth mentioning the other business she’d had with the followers of Makuta. At this point, she wasn’t sure if revealing she’d helped get a Dark Toa arrested would earn her any points with these people, or if admitting she’d somewhat betrayed a past business arrangement would just hurt her chances more. Ah, to karz with it. All or nothing. “I also might have burned some bridges with those folks after I helped the Ussalry arrest a delightful dark Toa named Kavala. I guess prison sentences are pretty lenient over there, because he was out and trying to kill me a few months later. Yet another reason why I’d love to get off this island.” She leaned back in her chair, smiling slightly. “Setting aside my personal history with that lot… if you dislike Makuta worshippers so much, wouldn’t having one of their prized monsters serving on your crew be the perfect way to spite them?” @Ghosthands
  7. IC: Lash - The Dancing Crab "Antidermis from Makuta's Vault, courtesy of the Piraka," she replied. There wasn't much point in lying. The truth was already hard enough to believe. "They hired me and a few others to assist with an attack on Onu-Koro... but they never showed up. Hence my desire to get off this rock before they come trying to collect on the debt I technically still owe them." @Void Emissary @Ghosthands
  8. IC: Minnorak - The Iron Mahi (First Passenger Car) Externally, the Vortixx continued to play the part of shocked bystander and gawk at the events unfolding before him. Internally, he was fighting a losing battle against the overwhelming urge to facepalm.
  9. IC: Vazaria – Hanaloi Forest “I am Askha, Toroshu of Clan Mashtet. You betray the Empire, trespass on our island, and defile our dead. I name you as you are: honorless traitor.” It took no small amount of effort for Vazaria not to roll her eyes at her opponent’s preaching. The words, the demeanour, the entitled belittlement… she’d heard it all before. It had stopped hurting her a long time ago. “I'll let you guess the sentence.” Woman and weaponry alike flashed towards Vazaria, but she didn’t stick around to let the strikes land. Her Kadin sent her flying diagonally backwards and upwards, to avoid both the trees behind her and the attacker before her. Life had taught Vazaria her limitations, time and time again. She knew that a straight fight against an opponent with this many weapons to swing around wasn't in her favour. But Askha was angry, and burning elemental energy every second she spent levitating her weapons and flinging herself around. Vazaria had no such limitations in using her Kanohi. She could afford to be patient, to let her opponent wear herself out. No one was coming to help either of them. “You people still don’t get it, do you?” Vazaria sneered, as she flitted to the side then flew back down to earth a short distance away. She wavered slightly as she landed, feeling a twinge of pain in her lower leg as she put weight on it; one of the swinging blades had clipped her during her escape. “Honour and clans and titles… none of it matters. We bleed the same. Who you were born to doesn’t make you better than me.” @Keeper of Kraata
  10. IC: Lash – The Dancing Crab “I can offer you something that’ll make you the envy of any captain, anywhere,” she said, injecting every ounce of confidence she could muster into the words as she shook the offered hand. "How would you like to be the only captain on the continent who can count a Rahkshi among their crew?" There was no point beating around the bush with her pitch. Lash had her skills, but Breathless was the real drawcard here. @Ghosthands
  11. IC: Lash - The Dancing Crab Lash nodded to the Le-Toa and settled into an empty seat. "There's not too much to tell, really. I've done some mercenary jobs around the island, a bit of private security work, but nothing's really worked out," she said, "I was in Ko-Koro, then it got invaded. I had a contract with the Ussalry that I traded up for a better position with a private businessman, only for his business to go bust... and so on. Now I just want to get off this rock before certain people try to collect on debts unpaid." @Void Emissary
  12. IC: Vazaria – Hanaloi Forest The kraata’s sizzling spit ignited the foliage in fiery flashes, and Vazaria focused on the fleeting figure darting away from the flames. One blast… two… and the woman finally dropped from the trees, crashing down atop one of the Kavinika with enough force to crumple the creature’s spine. Vazaria landed a short distance away as her attacker picked herself up, readying an assortment of weapons in a move that helpfully outed her as a Mindarm. “That armor doesn't belong to you.” Ah, a survivor. Just my luck. It didn’t matter. This wasn’t their island anymore. If what Vazaria had seen under the Mashtet compound was anything to go by, it never had been. “Says who?” She replied with a sneer, drawing her own blade. She held off on summoning her Soulsword for the time being; the only real edge she held right now was that her opponent didn’t know what she was capable of. “I found it. And the previous owner wasn’t exactly in a position to object.” @Keeper of Kraata
  13. The wording of the Prophecy in Gen 2 would loosely suggest that it's set in the same continuity as Gen 1, but at a very different point in time: "Evoke the power of past and future, and look to the skies for an answer. When the stars align, six comets will bring timeless heroes to claim the Masks of Power and find the Mask Maker." Combine that with the fact that the Gen 2 Mask Of Time is said to be "older than the world of Okoto and the stars in its sky", and I feel like the safest explanation to tie the two together is to say that Gen 2 is the super far off future of Gen 1, with Masks Of Power and the art of making them, the legends of the Toa, etc. being relics of that bygone age.
  14. IC: T’harrak – Fort Garsi As the fort came into sight, T’harrak’s confidence in Zanakra’s plan plummeted. Not that there’d been much of it to begin with. Fort Garsi was a colossal cube of coarse stone, surrounded by deep trenches and iron-wrought fences. And when T’harrak activated her x-ray vision, she saw that its defences ran even deeper, with an overwhelming mess of subterranean pits and tunnels running around the exterior and what looked to be layers of what she guessed to be metal embedded in the distant walls. She gave up on trying to decipher the maze of underground passageways and deactivated her x-ray vision. It was too much for her to take it in all at once, especially from this far away. This wasn’t some fledgling fort. This place had clearly stood for a long time, and its defences reflected an intention for it to stand for a long time to come. "Suppose we should knock." Zanakra said suddenly, hefting the Cordak Launcher. T'harrak was many things, but she was no mind reader. There was no telling if Zanakra was advocating for an immediate all-out attack on Garsi, or simply meant that she wanted to shoot some holes in the Fort to get the attention of its occupants. But either way, it was a suicidally stupid idea to be starting a fight when her forces were fresh from marching down the coast, caught out in the open, and likely outnumbered by the defenders within the Fort. “I would strongly advise against that,” T'harrak said firmly, turning to Zanakra. “Those walls are thick, and look to have metal reinforcements. Even if you did manage to make a hole big enough for us to get through, those trenches are full of tunnels and traps that we’d need to navigate before we can reach it.” And by we, she of course meant me and Ahuum, given that they were the only two present who possessed x-ray vision and could semi-safely guide the group around the traps. And of course, them being able to do that was predicated on the assumption that the fine folks of Fort Garsi didn’t have some suitably superior firepower with which to shoot at anyone who fired on their walls or tried to cross their trenches… which seemed unlikely, given the extent of the rest of their defences. "I don't intend to undermine your leadership, or demean the abilities of the other warriors here..." she curled her quavering hands into fists to conceal their nervous shaking. Zanakra was scary enough at the best of times, but especially now that she was casually carrying a weapon with enough explosive capacity to reduce T'harrak to giblets in one volley, "...but we are not equipped for a fight against that. For all of our sakes, please don't start one." @Snelly@ARROW404@Smudge8@Sparticus147@Zeal
  15. IC: Lash – The Dancing Crab The Dancing Crab was every bit what she’d expected it to be. Replete in rustic charm, rife with unregulated rowdiness, and reverberating with raucous revelry. She waded between the tables, working her way towards the back of the building, away from the entrance and windows. She knew from experience that the seediest deals always went down in the darkest confines and corners, but finding one specific captain in all of this was still going to be- “Well, mates, cheers to me, and my return to a life of pirating!" A jubilant voice boomed from beyond the ajar door to the tavern’s back room. "Let’s sail off the edge of the world together!” -never mind. That was clearly the room she was looking for. She strode up to the door and rapped her knuckles against the frame as she leaned inside. Her gaze swept across the various beings within before settling on the Lesterin sitting behind the table. Between his naval coat and attire, his confidently comfortable posture, and the way everyone else in the room seemed to be gravitating around him, this had to be the man she was looking for. “Captain Lohkar, I presume?" She offered the pirate her best smile. "The name's Lash. I'd like to sign up." @Ghosthands @Visaru @Snelly @Void Emissary @pokemonlover360
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