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IC: Leonn - Po-Metru "Quite the opposite, in fact." Completely healed, Leonn was oozing confidence again. "My employer ordered the same of me. Well, technically his other inferior, but he seems to be unavailable as of this moment." Amber eyes glimmered as he felt his boomerang in his shoulder holster. "Perhaps we could help each other? Form an alliance?"

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Bargaining) "Now...I can make a proposition." Leonn started, relieved at the loss of the sharp object stuck in his stomach. "I assume you are both here to execute Carapar, no?" A smile began to form across his face. IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital (Reflecting) His eyes narrowed. "No. Can't, not after before...ah...no...no, I can't think about that. Not after before." He murmured to himself, clearly completely out of it. A pitiful sight, likely. The recalled memory clearly wasn't doing the concussed Vo-Toa any favours mentally. IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru Roaring, in a horrible bloodcurdling pitch, the Kekamaire swung his axe up with his free hand, knocking the sword off piste, before swinging again for the Toa's left shoulder in an attempt to carve the vigilante in half. "PERISH!"

IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital (Meeting) Why did Idlyx treat him like this? He was unlike any criminal he'd ever encountered, these strange codes he seemed to follow. It almost reminded the vigilante of his own moral conduct. The Vo-Toa shifted, some of the anger fading as he realized the pointlessness of it. "...If I were...quicker. Could have stopped this. Code made it hard. If you were dead..." He trailed off. This wasn't like him, to doubt his own choices. The IV hooked up to him hinted at the root. IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Truce) The Skakdi sighed in relief, slowly rolling onto his back as he moaned quietly. His torso was splashed with blood from his chest and the knife in his gut. "Much obliged." He murmured, with only a hint of sarcasm. He resisted the urge to throw up a middle finger at Rose for nearly murdering him, but relaxed as the medic made it on the scene. "Well, the knife stuck in my body might be a start." He muttered. "And the blood pouring from that slash earlier." He narrowed his eyes at the medic's nickname for him. "Leonn, please. Naming me by my race is insulting on multiple levels." IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Fight) The Kekamaire was nowhere near quick enough to dodge the slash. A spray of blood spat itself out from his leg, as the Swordsman cut his thigh open, his strong skin and muscle being the only things stopping him from hacking it off entirely. The blood hissed, reminding Oryn, as he made a grab for the Swordsman's neck, that it was as dangerous to his opponent as it was for him.

IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Street Brawl) The broken beast turned his head to look upon who'd addressed him. A Toa, carrying a dark sword. His monochrome, tunnel visioned eyesight hid the enemy's affinity from him. He'd fall, all the same. The Matoran's neck popped in a simple motion of the Kekamaire's giant hand, like it was as routine as peeling a potato. He dropped the lifeless corpse to the ground, pulling up his axe again and thundering toward The Swordsman, meeting his blade with his own Dane axe, catching it in a hook. This was what he did. This was all he could do. IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital (Visit From A Loved One) For the first time in months, Kovac Krossfari felt vulnerable. Scared, even. In his confused, battered and concussed state, Idlyx would hear the beeping of the equipment hooked up to the vigilante increase as he struggled against his restraints, grunting incoherently and in panic. As his lack of strength became obvious, Kovac quietened, choosing to look at the Kekamaire's fuzzy image, shaking ever so slightly. "Let me...out." He tried, knowing the answer almost immediately. He hadn't killed him yet, though. IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Prisoner) He shrieked as the foot stuck the knife even deeper in him. Any further and he was going to die. "STOP, STOP PLEASE! IT'S MY AURA, IT'S AN ABILITY I WAS BORN WITH! PLEASE YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!" Leonn's begging was uncharacteristic in how desperate it was, but truthfully Leonn had never been this close to being extinguished before. OOC: @Snelly @Tarn

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Overpowered) This, he could not have predicted. Rose successfully charged Leonn, who was focusing on his next words to Skyra. Throwing him to the ground, the Le-Skakdi grunted and screamed in pain as the knife was pushed further into his gut. He struggled, but the wounds were finally beginning to take their toll. He'd been caught. OOC: @Tarn @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (High Stakes) Leonn's amber eyes widened as a flash of metal preceded a sickening pain down below. He didn't look down. Looking at the injury just makes the shock worse. Just keep moving, it won't take you long. Stumbling forward, the spy looked down at the injured Toa, with both disgust and irritation. His eyes were less reddish in colouration, but they were clearly damaged. Skyra might notice that Leonn seemed to be glinting a different colour in the light. Glowing, she could almost say. Skyra would suddenly feel something creeping at her. Something clutching at her mind, strangling her thoughts. Thinking became difficult, as dark images began to infect her id. "Sit." Leonn spoke, his Skakdi ability activated.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Air Resistance) Done that song and dance before, thank you very much. This time, Leonn was ready for the air blast, managing to keep standing as Skyra was partially weakened. Blood was still leaking from his upper section, but the Le-Skakdi's approach didn't halt. This distraction had gone on far enough, he had to execute his mission. The spy rushed forward, sending a strong kick to Skyra's right knee. OOC: @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Knife To A Swordfight) "I-" Leonn's badmouthing was literally cut short by being blown slightly off balance, and his chest being sliced open. A neat crimson line had been painted across his chest, slowly leaking brownish-red liquid. Snapping out of his shock, his reflexes were quick enough to catch the sword's second swing with his own knife's blade. Through gritted teeth, the spy managed a spiteful grin as he pressed the button on his dagger, activating the shock function as the metal met metal. OOC: @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (It Must Be This Way) The Le-Skakdi was surprisingly agile, managing to bend his body to the side, out of the way of the slash. "Carapar's slaughtering everyone who refuse to surrender, you know." He chuckled, sending a right jab with a clawed fist at Skyra's face. OOC: @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Blade To Blade) A confident, yet extremely spiteful chuckle as Leonn caught the boomerang and lunged forward, blade swinging towards Skyra's chest. "Show me a good time, then!"

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Crashed) Sighing in exasperation as he dropped the now broken sunglasses onto the ground, and wiping his stinging eyes with the back of his hand. She'd been grounded, but at the cost of his dignity. The spy was beginning to get tired of interloping Toa. "Those cost more than you'd think!" Leonn yelled, approaching the downed Toa and raising his hand up to catch the returning the returning boomerang. His eyes were puffy and inflamed as he reached to his hip and unsheathed his dagger. "Not that an adrenaline junkie philistine like yourself would understand." He added. He threw his boomerang again at the Toa's exposed neck, whilst she was still recovering from the laser blast. OOC: @Snelly IC: Thom - ??? (???) Onu-Metru. Poetic, was that the word? It was where this had all begun, wasn't it? He wasn't sure how long it'd been since that moment. The city was on fire, being ransacked by League troops. He thought he'd escaped them. Clearly not. The cocky grin on Thom's face had taken on an inch of nervousness. It'd all been building up to this. Just a bit longer. A bit longer. IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital (Out Of Commission) Fuzzy vision prevented Kovac from seeing much. He knew he was in a warm bed, with something tight around his arm. As he lazily tried to move the arm to see, it didn't budge. Suddenly, the silhouette of a Vahki looming in the corner of the room became obvious to him. "...No..." He wouldn't be leaving for a while.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru This fight was testing the spy's patience incredibly hard. His eyes stung, his ears were still screaming at him and this pest was still flying around him like an angry Nui-Rama. As Skyra changed position as predicted, two holes cracked themselves into the lenses of the shades, as Leonn grunted in pain. Two bright red continous beams shot out, as a dark liquid began to pour out from the Skakdi's tear ducts. But the lasers kept going... OOC: @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru He had to admit, that dodge was somewhat impressive. Eyes stinging, he put his shades back up, just in time to shield his eyes from the rapid explosions of light around him, yelling out in involuntarily in searing pain as some of the orbs struck him, though he managed to dodge some of the others. Almost impulsively a metal boomerang flew from his holster out towards Skyra, in attempt to cut her pattern off. OOC: @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Failed Retreat) A ringing shot itself into Leonn's ears as he managed to jump back from the explosions in front of him, warned just in time by the first. Explosive ordnance, it looks like. Not the Vahki's style, the cavalry has finally arrived. This'll be rough. His internal monologue ran as his brain tried to steady itself, the tinnitus fading ever so slowly. He twisted his head around to spot who'd assaulted him, amber eyes behind the shades squinting to spot a cocky Le-Toa with a Cordak blaster in hand, flying above him. Had his use of an alias summoned an irritating spirit that embodied the former nameholder's attitude? He didn't care. Time was ticking, and this Toa of Air was eating it up. Taking his shades off again, Leonn narrowed his eyes. "Time to clip your wings." The spy murmured, before his eyes glowed a bright ruby red yet again as two bright laser beams shot themselves out towards Skyra, moving at incredible speed. OOC: @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Combat) Skyra might well catch a Le-Skakdi retreating from a skirmish with several vahki. OOC: @Snelly @Biological Chronicler

Colour later, I did this on phone. Name: Oryn Species: Kekamaire (Link to species info here) Faction: League Of Six Kingdoms ("Pledged" to Kalmah) Description: Painted a crimson red to match his master, Oryn resembles a dead cervid, with the skull shaped head and broken antlers to boot. He stands far above Matoran and even slightly above Steltians and Vortixx in height, and in bulk. However in stance Oryn is not quite as imposing. At a glance you could about make out the deep scars across his arms and chest, and the broken look in his red eyes. He is also missing a finger on his right hand, leaving him with only two on that arm. Kalmah's sigil is painted in white on his head, between his eyes. Powers: Torture has not halted Oryn's strength much. Like all of his kind he has incredible strength, able to beat most species into submission with just his bare hands. He also possesses the odd trait of acidic blood. Equipment: Oryn's only weapon is a large Dane axe with a blade built from a Jutlin. When hit, the point of impact begins to rust/decompose slowly. This can be halted by destroying the weapon itself or reversing the effects with a Mask of Healing/Regeneration He sees fit to carry nothing else. Background: A broken prisoner-of-war set loose by Kalmah, Oryn's mind has been warped by months of torture and punishment. He is now little more than a Kavinika, a brutal warrior who Kalmah utilizes as a mindless berzerker, a soldier with nothing left to lose. A sad husk. Flaws: Oryn has nothing left, meaning he will never surrender or give up. He's also somewhat sluggish and, oddly enough, colourblind.

The Leonn Files: Entry 0.5 Subject Matter: Origins Entry: "Well, if we're going to tell this particular tale, we're going to have to far away, to the blasted and accursed island I was born on. Zakaz, a name now almost synonymous with Karzahni, infamous for its dim witted and warlike locals and its complete lack of anything pleasant. Like most Skakdi I was born into a litter, on average a group of five, for me it was a group of four. All brothers, I should add. From the time I could even stand up to watch a fight, I knew how much I despised the culture I was raised in. Every day was another needless argument which led to a pointless scrap which then led to a pointless injury and sometimes a pointless murder. It wasn't the murder I had a problem with, really, rather the complete lack of lateral thinking that caused it. Skakdi fight, and fight, and fight without even a thought in their head as to why. They just do it. Of course, I couldn't avoid the fights forever. Once I was big enough and had enough of a spine (no pun intended) to protest my brothers taking more food than they deserved, the scraps started. Skakdi teeth do grow back, if you ever wondered. Of my brothers, the one that I could consistently beat to an absolute pulp was the runt of the litter (despite being almost exactly as old as me). A Ko-Skakdi, a complete imbecile that never seemed to shut up, at least not until I broke one of his spines. He always stuck around, though. Eventually I just took to ignoring him, as did my elder brothers. Once we all got old enough we chose our paths. I say paths as if there's ever really any choice in Zakaz. One way or another, you end up in the war. Of course, whilst my fighting skills weren't at the best they could be, I soon found an interesting niche I began to enjoy. Selling information. To the disgust of many Skakdi generals, I spent most of my time behind enemy lines, murdering and backstabbing as needed but occasionally finding the opportunity to give information to certain smarter warlords. The runt, Thom, however, found himself a job as a mercenary for whoever paid. Whilst I was more...refined with my choice of allies, I'd often find him wherever I went, working for almost anybody, with that cursed firework revolver he was soon known for. This soon became somewhat of a rivalry, as quite often we found ourselves on opposite sides of the war, both forced to the outskirts for different reasons. Him, for cowardice, and me for my thrills. I'll skip all the boring bits. Our little rivalry came to a head during our first and only skirmish. I'd just disabled a Hagah plasma cannon behind enemy lines, and was on my path to getting out without being decapitated when the little runt caught me just outside the fort. Revolver in hand, he intended to end my life with that stupid, irritating smirk he had on his mug. He attempted banter, as always, which I promptly rebuked with as much venom in my intonation as I could manage, without getting a firework in my skull. Thom wasted no time, however, in firing off a projectile right at my face. I swerved to dodge, but absolutely infuriatingly, the runt's aim was a lot better than his punches, and he'd seemingly accounted for my evasive nature. It's difficult to put into writing just how painful a burn is. Bruises, breaks, lacerations and shrapnel all pale in comparison to just how excruciating the feeling of your skin and muscle melting is. I'd always been averse to fire for whatever reason, but never had I experienced what Thom had given me in just a tiny, circular burn on my temple. And worse, it was this runt, this skinny little waste of protodermis that had caused this agony. I was naturally just about able to fight past the pain and my aura instinctively switched on, causing the coward's aim to shake as terror clutched at him. He missed his following shots, and a metal boomerang sliced into his shoulder at a weak attempt at vengeance, but the damage was already done. This is all incredibly embarassing to put into words, but I feel honesty is the best policy. I never saw Thom after I managed to flee from him that battle. I hope he's dead in a ditch somewhere. Maybe he is. Most likely, though, his stupid grin's still out there for some other poor sod to look at. In any case, Zakaz is behind me, thanks to you. I have a career I love (As well as a boss I love~), and I'm completely free of the past. Worth the pain, then, wouldn't you agree?" ~L.A. END ENTRY.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (In combat) The spy bobbed and weaved over the Vahki's weapons and discs, managing to unsheath his stun dagger and activate it in one of their clockwork brains, frying their circuitry instantly. With the larger targets around him, he found himself in his element.

I hate you

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Engaged) "Fantastic." Leonn muttered, without even a hint of sarcasm. He lowered his shades, his amber eyes flaring to a bright ruby red as a high pitched humming came from the Skakdi's face. Before the Vahki he was aiming at even had a chance to react, two scorchingly bright lasers blasted themselves from the spy's eyeballs, melting the machinery inside their skull casing into slag and sparking wires. Two giant holes had appeared where the vahki's optics once were, and the robot pathetically flailed about before collapsing to the ground, limbs twitching and odd noises coming from the speaker where its mouth should be. The spy rubbed his eyes, murmuring under his breath. His eyes were, briefly, a pinkish and bloodshot colour. OOC: @Biological Chronicler

The Leonn Files: Entry #2 Subject Matter: It's HAPPENING! Entry: "Everything's finally come together. As you know, I successfully met with Nidhiki (though in an odd manner) and his associate, Nuju. I am as of yet unsure of their motives, but that isn't my business, is it? In any case, the portal's up, and Metru-Nui's about to fall. I'd almost say it was a pity, this place (despite its heresy) has its charms. But, alas, freedom comes first, does it not? In any case, here is another, admittedly short, dossier I've compiled during my transit to Po-Metru. More to follow, obviously!" ~L.A. #1 Alias/Name: Nidhiki (Turaga Nidhiki if you want to be all formal) Appearance: Short, like most Turaga. Proud looking, Noble Shelek, dark green and black armour. Only interruption to his otherwise solid paintjob is the scar across his face. I can only deduce that's from his brotherly battles recently (I can relate). Armaments: Nothing but his staff, as far as I can tell. He was fiddling with a candle when I met him, though. Personality Quirks And Modus Operandi: He acts like the absolute epitome of a Toa of Air. Non-serious, impatient, dangerous (though in this case his recklessness resembles something more malevolent than simply being sloppy). Even as a Turaga he acts like he still runs around like his souped up vigilante brethren, and this is somewhat amusing when you take into account his newfound affiliation with us. Not to say we don't have our own fair share of Toa recruits, but nine times out of ten (as I'm sure you'll know intimately) they either have to coerced or have to be unstable and/or have a greatly fractured moral code. Nidhiki seems to fall somewhere on the latter, but without knowing his story this is largely speculation. I'd absolutely kill for an interview with his former Toa brother when you inevitably seize the coliseum, by the way (You know how good I am with prisoners~). #2 Group Name: The Cabal (Work in progress) Consists of: Stannis (A Po-Toa), at least one sniper, an Onu-Toa, and an unknown large mish mash of other species and individuals. One of them is a huge robot of some kind. A good deal of them were Disc Hunters, offered a ride by Stannis to the Coliseum. They possess an airship that they've likely commandeered, and are currently using to get to their destination. Background: Largely unknown, but they weren't always so annoyingly big in their number. Due to Vyarik's initial confidence I can imagine he and Waveahk suspected there'd be less of them, and since a lot of them were carted onto Stannis' "Boat To Justice" their number grew anyway. The Cabal were responsible for Vyarik's tragic injury, as well as mine and Waveahk's near burial in the sands of Po-Metru. I'm still not sure what became of Vyarik, he had a fairly nasty wound and was talking extremely strange (though that could be attributed to the mild shock of having a bullet wound in your shoulder). Stannis stands out from the rest for actually engaging Vyarik in his increasingly tiring moral debate that had me and my Steltian compatriot soon bored out of our minds. Whilst the vindication of my vendetta theory was very fun, Vyarik's ideology was tiringly contrarian and seemed to serve nothing but to justify his quest for revenge against Stannis. I've still no idea how badly the Dark Hunter must have been beaten to warrant this extreme reaction, but again, Stannis seemed all but happy to engage him on this. As my lovely employer, you have correspondence with many agents such as myself, so it'd be extremely appreciated if you could forward on any information on this Stannis fellow when you can. He seems to have attracted quite a crowd, and I've no doubt that he might prove an obstacle to you or any of your colleagues when you assault the coliseum. Just an idea. END ENTRY.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Witnessing) "As you are." He smirked, as the back of the transport opened and the miniature army inside began to step out. He wasn't here as a saboteur rather than an observer, so he wasn't afraid of Amartarkonen. After all, Takadox's word majorly overruled the power hungry Steltian's. It always helped to be the favourite. He followed the Bruisers out into Po-Metru, already spotting Tugarak giving an ultimatum. This he'd have to see. OOC: @Biological Chronicler

IC: Leonn - Troop Carrier (Arriving at Po-Metru) "Thom." He replied, quicker than perhaps he'd intended. "And I have no objections on that front, friend~" Leonn smiled, amber eyes glimmering behind the shades. He had a good standing with Takadox, and he wasn't afraid to pull the mutual employer card out if the time came. He knew who was the favourite, of the two of them. The carrier rumbled as it slowed, eventually to a halt. They had arrived. OOC: @Biological Chronicler

IC: Leonn - Arriving at Po-Metru (On The Troop Carrier) The Skakdi looked back at Amatarkonen, narrowing his eyes. He knew he reported directly to Takadox, but he also knew of his somewhat untrustworthy record. His employer had asked him to keep a very close eye on him, but now he was giving orders. He didn't have the time to construct a facade. "Not one of your soldiers, I'm afraid." Leonn replied to the wannabe general. "I'm an outside party, just here to assist in any way I can." The last part wasn't a complete lie, he was a Legionaire and still bore responsibilities appropiate to the job. Such as systematic executions and the like, when appropiate. He just preferred not to, if possible. OOC: @Biological Chronicler IC: Thom - Coliseum The disc hunters would soon find a Skakdi missing from their number. He had someone to find.

IC: Leonn - En-Route to Po-Metru (Keeping Tabs) Having nodded knowingly at Takadox's order, and allowing himself a small smile of satisfaction at his employer's compliment, Leonn set to work. The Le-Skakdi followed a group of Bruisers loyal to Carapar and hitching a ride on a barge they commandeered, the brutes convinced simply by a confident smile. He wasn't sure where Armatakonen was, but if he spotted him he'd do as asked. Recon on Carapar was paramount, though. Leonn Arkkan jittered with quiet excitement as the barge flew through the magnetised current.