Kal the Guardian

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Obsidian Tower

With - Whira

Cravious was no stranger to the dark. His X-Ray Vision didn’t magically illuminate the inside of things. He had grown accustomed to discerning varying hues of black and utilizing the information to make decisions. Often that meant just fixing an ACR or war rig, but just as easily could be applied to when he collected his first Heartlight with Whira by peering through yards of rock, or when Whira and he had gone after the Nui-Jaga in that cave.

This place, however, this place was dark. And not in a natural way either. It gave him this sense of unease. It- wait, no. Cravious focused. The unease was an outside force trying to affect his mind. It was nowhere near the level of Irnakk, though, and he forced the feeling from himself, shoring up his mental defenses. He never thought his mental training would ever be used in a place like this.

Whira suggested a course of action and Cravious nodded, trusting her shadow senses to be able to detect the motion. He stepped to the doorway on the left even as she stepped to the right. However, before he could finish his initial inspection and begin his descent, Whira came stepping up the staircase, her optics reflecting the blue-white light of his Lightning Zamor spheres as they were the only things glowing in the dark. He almost attacked her due to the sudden appearance, but his Kraata had allowed him to sense her mind and its location the moment she had warped through space to suddenly be below him.

"What-?" Whira started to say. Her purple optics blinked in confusion for a moment. "How strange. This place is very unusual," she said. "Change of plans I suppose- let us head down the hallway." Whira started walking down the dark hallway.

Cravious followed her, shaking his head in disappointment, “They just don’t build things as good as they used to. The space in this place is obviously broken. Definitely not up to code. Well, my code. Skakdi don’t actually have a publicly agreed upon building code.

“Not to mention the darkness is a little too dark as well. How do you even mess things up this badly? And that uneasiness in the air isn’t natural either, though not as strong as Irnakk’s influence. We should be ready for anything to happen at this point. I don’t trust this place.”

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

IC: Two - Rahkshi of Fragmentation and Life

Location - Kilo’s Bunker

With - Sorilax, Knichou, Sidra, Vulimai, Ostrox, Atamai, Kilo, Skyra, (Others, probably)

Two watched the argument unfold, hearing the words and understanding them, but completely lacking the knowledge of the meaning behind them. The one father had pointed out, the silver Toa, had come over and created a chair from nothing to sit down in, but had not approached father to speak. So…

Two’s Stage 4 simple mind wasn’t sure what to make of the scenario. What should he do? He thought over father’s instructions again: If the one who just spoke to me wishes to speak again, mentally let me know.

Okay, so the silver Toa had sat down and wasn’t trying to speak to father, so he didn’t need to do anything other than his primary objective, which was to protect father at all costs.

His sleek head slowly swayed back and forth as he watched those gathered, his Life powers allowing him to sense their species and their location. They all had such nice masks, various colors glinting in the waning light, perfect for Illuminating. But father had not asked for that, so he withheld himself. His secondary objective was to protect others, so if a threat arose, he would combat it. And he was ready to do so. His body was at its peak condition, built for warfare.

His third objective was to eat. And having the power of Life, to provide sustenance for others. His fourth objective was to Illuminate, if the receiver agreed, of course.

He stood as a beacon of savagery restrained and repurposed, his brown coloring too earthy feeling to really relay the power that it represented. The militaristic gray color that made up most of his body spoke to his combat prowess, however, and the way the shadows clung to his slender form hinted at his increased durability and unnatural creation.

Reality: Not that bad.

How it feels:

IC: Krrenchk - Skakdi of Stone

Location - Fort Nektann, Dining Hall

“YEAAAHHAHAHA!!! WHOOOO!!!” Krrenchk cupped his hands as close to his mouth as he could below his mask to amplify the sound in the already noisy dining hall. He shifted his focus and tried his best to yell over the roaring cheers to Zekev, “I told you to wait and see!” His voice was lost to the crowd.

Krrenchk grinned like he had gone mad and grabbed his food. He wasn’t allowed at the main table with the greatest of the warriors, but at least they let him eat their food with them. He grabbed as much as he could carry and slipped from the room, happiness filling him. Soon. Soon they would finally be out on the warpath again. He disappeared into the many hallways of the fort.
 

OOC: @NorikSigma @Sparticus147

I come bearing memes.

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Obsidian Tower

With - Whira

Cravious dutifully followed along, optics constantly scanning the tower as they grew closer. Layer by layer, room by room, he used his X-Ray and Telescopic Vision to search out the interior of the space.

It was an imposing place, sculpted from the very rock itself, but it was just a place. Hopefully. If another god of nightmares resided here, he wasn’t sure what he might be forced to do.

Well, if he didn’t see anyone, at least his Kraata would let him know if there was a mind nearby and he would have a little bit of warning at least.
 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

IC: Sorilax Life Seeker - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - Kilo’s Bunker

With - Sidra, Kilo, Atamai, Knichou, Ostrox, (Others)

Knichou spoke in a very commanding tone, ordering Sorilax to stay put. Sorilax shrugged and sat down on the grass. On second thought, he laid down and turned off his Calix. He looked to Two, “If the one who just spoke to me wishes to speak again, mentally let me know.” The brown Rahkshi nodded in understanding, gaze turning to the Toa of Iron as he spoke with Sidra.

Sorilax closed his optics and remotely possessed One. The ocean blue and seaweed green Rahkshi suddenly stood, standing straight and tall. Sorilax looked down, seeing his main body lying on the grass. Okay, time to find some Taboos.

He looked to Irnakk’s Tooth and disappeared.

Almost immediately afterwards, he appeared on the side of the volcano, his now large feet easily settling into place on the uneven terrain. He looked north, out into the desert. The Stone Suva lay somewhere out there, almost lost in the dunes. It was relatively nearby a Sand Tarakava den, but what really would lead the way would be the size and shape of the sand dunes.

Several well informed teleports later and Sorilax in Rahkshi One arrived.

Before him six Toa spires encircled a single point, curling inwards. They stood equidistant from each other and reached like broken ribs toward the heavens. They were made of metal, now weathered and green. Carved Matoran letters etched the inside facing surface of the spires, which Sorilax had already recorded in the past and didn’t need to read again.

In the center of the area rested a small single story gazebo, and underneath a shape that Sorilax recognized: a Suva. As he stepped closer to look for the Taboo, he commanded One to stay put and possessed Three.

The Rahkshi of Chain Lightning stopped his mock fighting and Sorilax gripped the staff in its/his hand. He looked to the northwest and focused on the staff. Three disappeared from where it stood.

...And then was in the snow. Sorilax climbed over the rise, peering down the many smaller mountains that now lay stretched out before him. The Ice Suva was near a particularly large hive of Ice Bats. He remembered well when they flew forth at night. His silvery form jumped from place to place as he focused on his staff of Teleportation to ferry him forth.

He was soon in front of a two story structure. As he stopped at threshold, he noted the temple was made of orange siltstone and rose two stories high. The clay tile roof of the second story caved in centuries ago, and was now filled with ferns, air-dispersed weeds, and clinging vines which trailed their snaking green leaves down the sides and around the columns of the exterior. The temple had a hexagonal floor plan, but the Southern facing walls had decayed and fallen apart. Stones once used as columns dotted the small slope down back down toward the far swatch of toxic green marsh and forest in the distance.

Inside the temple the floor was cool and made of blackened lava rock with large pores in its surface. Weeds clung to small cracks in the floor, and fluttered in a soft Western breeze. Resting in the center of the room rose a domed structure that he recognized as the Suva. The edges closest to the floor were covered in a thickly painted but well worn depiction of Kanohi, Rahi, and stars.

He noticed there were twelve larger pillars located equidistantly around the perimeter of the temple, although the Southern ones were little more than wrecked stumps.

Sorilax ignored the pillars and moved to the Suva itself. There were panels around the bottom sides of the white marble suva. Three panels featured color paints in the masks on Matoran. In the first, one Matoran facing towards a Toa on the left side of the panel welcomed the newcomer to their shores. In the second, three Matoran sat facing the ocean to their right and the five sparkling stars in the night sky above. In the third panel six Matoran worked on building a new Toa, dragging the construction equipment behind them as they marched to the left side of the panel. Curiously, this Toa in the final of the three panels with color stood taller than the Toa shown in the first panel and wore no mask, unlike the white Kanohi Akakus in the first panel.

This Taboo might take some finding. Sorilax switched back to Rahkshi One.

Back at the gazebo and the Stone Suva, he walked forward and observed a six pointed star carved into the top of the Suva itself. The faintest flakes of gold were inlaid into the star carving, most stripped away centuries ago by poachers and treasure hunters.

He outreached his hand to touch the symbol, noting that his Taboos were now momentarily carved into his Rahkshi’s arm while he possessed it.

If successful, he would switch back to Rahkshi Three at the Ice Suva and look for the Taboo there.
 

OOC: @Eyru @Vezok's Friend Sorilax is remotely possessing his Rahkshi to gather Taboos. He had the Rahkshi of Teleportation give its staff to another so both can Teleport. Rahkshi of Teleporation, One, is at the Stone Suva, where Sorilax is about to touch the six pointed star symbol on top of the Suva. If he gains a Taboo, he will immediately switch to his Rahkshi of Chain Lightning, Three, at the Ice Suva and search for the Taboo there, touching it once he finds it.

Descriptions of the Stone and Ice Suvas taken from Unreliable Narrator's posts in Six Kingdoms: Rebirth.

IC: Sorilax Life Seeker - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - Kilo’s Bunker

With - Sidra, Kilo, Atamai, Knichou, Ostrox, (Others)

As Sorilax planned out his route and how he was going to accomplish his plan, One settled down on the ground, crossing his legs and waiting patiently for orders from Sorilax. Two watched the gathered beings, observing them with the orange colored optics all the Rahkshi shared. Three continued to experiment with his new body, swiping at imaginary enemies with his staff and generally testing out the limits of his new form.

One idly looked about, inspecting the ground. A spot of beauty caught his attention and so he hissed at Sorilax to get his creator’s attention.

Sorilax looked down, train of thought broken. His Rahkshi of Teleportation was pointing at a flower. Sorilax nodded, “Ah, yes, Campanula latifolia, or the bellflower. You can see by the shape why it is named so. It certainly holds beauty. Good job, One.”

One hissed happily.

Sorilax turned, noting that the iron trough had grown in size and sealed itself. He closed his open ended hardlight box that still had some EP in it and reduced the size, bringing it over beside himself to rest on the ground. He frowned. One pointing out that flower made him think of the flower crown he still wore that Vhisola had given him. He sure hoped Vhisola was doing well. He had wanted to check on her far quicker than a month’s span of time. Who knew how Metru-Koro was fairing after all this time.

His Life Kraata power informed him of a Toa drawing near. It was Knichou, though All-seeker was nowhere to be seen. That left only one other Aspect in the general area. If it got close enough to hear him, he would put up a wall of Silence in between himself and the Aspect.

The Toa spoke, “Sorilax. What did you just do?"

What did he just do? Sorilax played back his memory. “I was just thinking. Before that I brought the overflow of pure energized protodermis over here. Before that I was talking with One here about the flower he noticed.” He pointed to the Rahkshi of Teleporation sitting on the grass. It waved at the Toa at the mention of its very unoriginal name. “Before that I was thinking and then planning. Before that I was conversing with Sidra because it seemed she was in need of assistance. Apparently she is just tired. Before that I utilized my altered Rahkshi Taboo. And before that I was conversing with True-guesser. Though you were there for that conversation, so I suppose I need not have mentioned it.”

OOC: @BULiK

IC: Sorilax Life Seeker - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - Kilo’s Bunker

With - Sidra, Kilo, Atamai, Stannis, Knichou, Ostrox, (Others)

“Hummm…” Sorilax did not sound entirely convinced, “Well, should you have need of me, do not hesitate to seek it.”

He took a step back to give her space, but he ran into one of his Rahkshi. The glow from his body clashed with the shadows that clung to his Rahkshi as they made contact. It turns out they all had crowded around him, eagerly awaiting orders. He shooed them back a bit.

They were all so tall, at least on par with Skakdi. He had to look up to view their optics. His unbound Kraata were nice, but in their Rahkshi armor… a certain level of pride filled him. Not pride for himself, but for his creations. He was so proud to see them standing there, all in good health and ready to live. It almost was like in the Far Shore, when he had created true Life.

Speaking of the Far Shore, these Rahkshi felt far more real than the others he had made. Those now seemed like shallow interpretations of the real things.

His thoughts bounced around the Far Shore topic for a moment. He thought of Sala and how it might be awhile before his friend returned. He also thought of how he had gotten a Taboo as a reward for finishing his adventure in the Far Shore.

As his thoughts turned to Taboos, he thought of the Air Suva, where he had learned the Rahkshi Taboo in the first place. And that led to his recent conversation with Knichou about the other Suvas. If the Air Suva had a Taboo on it, perhaps the other Suvas did as well?

Sorilax looked at his Rahkshi of Teleportation, a plan forming in his mind.
 

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

IC: Sorilax Life Seeker - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - Kilo’s Bunker

With - Sidra, Kilo, Atamai, Stannis, Knichou, Ostrox, (Others)

Sorilax stood before his creations in the light of his hardlight EP container. At his mental command, three of his brightly colored Kraata crawled from the main section of his backpack, up to his shoulders, then down his long arms.

He noted that his Rahkshi were slightly different from the blueprint knowledge the Taboo gave him. Their heads were one solid piece, sleek and serpentine, instead of being able to be opened to reveal the Kraata inside. He pried open the spines of the armor instead. The Kraata of Quick Healing nuzzled its way inside the Rahkshi of Teleportation. Sorilax closed the spine with a satisfying click as the locks took hold.

The Kraata of Life took its place inside the armor of Fragmentation, it looked eager to start control. The Kraata of Dodge inspected the inside of the spine before slotting the nub below its head into the proper place, taking control of the body. Sorilax used his long arms to close the spines without having to bend over, then took a few steps back.

Slowly and experimentally, the Rahkshi came to life, pushing themselves to their feet. They looked down at their hands, their arms, their legs. They twisted and tested their new forms, quickly coming to grips with the bodies. Sorilax mused that unbound Kraata must have some type of instinctual prowess when it comes to piloting Rahkshi armor, as they quickly got used to their new forms.

He used one of his actual hands to scratch at the chin of his Calix, then gestured at his creations, “One, give your staff to Three. Two, give your staff to One. Three, give your staff to Two.”

The Rahkshi exchanged staffs, looking at their new tools in wonder and hissing in excitement.

Just concentrate on the staff mentally and you can use its power, he mentally told each of his Rahkshi in turn. Then Sorilax turned to Sidra, who was crouching on the ground where the flood of pure EP had once flowed but now trickled into Atamai’s trough. Having already filled the trough to the brim during the flood, it now trickled out the back as well, being captured by the hardlight structure he had put in place. Sorilax looked down at Sidra’s crouched form, “Quite the generous amount of pure energized protodermis. You were correct in your assessment of the potential situation.”

Sorilax frowned, noting Sidra’s body language and the condensation on her, “Are you quite alright, my dear? Did something ill fortuned happen? Is there anything that can be done for you by I?”

OOC: @Nato the Traveler

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

Sorilax’s hand twitched throughout the relation of the acquired knowledge. He desperately wanted to pull out a scroll and write this all down. But the secretive nature of the supplied information kept him from doing so. Instead he was forced to rely on his short term memory, which really was not a problem. All things considered, he had a great memory. He was rusty on his desert dwelling Rahi, but that was to be expected after not having studied them for thousands of years. Anything within a few thousand years was all good. Anything older than that tended to need to be important in some way for him to remember it. And that was not even touching on the whole shroud of memories thing.

“It seems to me that Mata-Nui accomplished his Grand Wish and ascended to become a Great Spirit. To embody my exact opposite, it appears. Quite worrisome… Quite worrisome, indeed. How I do not immediately remember his name absolutely flabbergasts me. Someone of that import should resonate strongly in my memory. Instead, it seems I know nothing of him other than what others have told me.” Sorilax shook his head.

“If Nuju is to be believed, all Aspects are birthed from the Far Shore in some way. I know not if this information is relevant to the situation, but it bears passing along.”

And then the NUVA were drained, the bunker door was opened. Instead of a small stream of pure EP, a veritable flood issued forth, quickly overcoming the metal trough of Atamai. Thankfully his Calix was still active and Sorilax responded with haste, quickly erecting hardlight walls to catch the flood that had overflowed the trough.

He strode forth, entrapped giant toad floating in its hardlight prison beside him. A small opening appeared in the prison and Sorilax touched the side of the toad, activating his Life Kraata’s power. Life bent to his whim and he created another living being. Though it was just a half size replica and under his mental command, it was still new life, not just some cheap imitation like Kraata or Rahkshi were.

Sorilax breathed onto the toad, infusing a small part of his own gaseous essence into the creature. With a mental command, it jumped over the hardlight wall containing the pure EP. It disappeared from view and Sorilax mentally recited the Rahkshi creation poem.

Goodbye

Tortured is the heart that lies empty

Full is the belly of the beast

A shell protects the broken yolk

Sleep is better than peace

Hello

The power behind Taboos took hold and Sorilax could feel the change taking place. No doubt All-seeker could feel that a Taboo was at work as it writhed along just at the seams of the universe. Never seen, yet always there.

Sorilax focused, choosing Teleporation. He felt the prompt successfully take hold. As he felt the work finish, the level of EP had lowered as his Taboo used it up. There was still enough for his purposes, however. Repeating the ritual twice more, Sorilax used free floating hardlight hands to pull his Rahkshi armor from the remaining liquid. He had further chosen Fragmentation and Chain Lightning.

The three suits sat glistening in his emitted Light. They were paragons of angular savagery, all sleek and sharp. One had armor colored like seaweed in the ocean’s waves, the next had armor colored like a clump of desert dirt. The final one had armor colored like polished silver and it gleamed most of all.

Sorilax released the prison of the giant toad, who angrily croaked at him, then hopped back into the jungle. Sorilax made sure the toad successfully returned home, then turned to his new creations, stepping next to their forms as they lay ragdolled on the ground.

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

Sorilax shrugged, his long arms barely rising above his ankles, “That I do not know. While I have studied the outside structure of all the ancient places on this island, until recently, I had never ventured into them. I was far too busy cataloguing all species of Rahi for… a large amount of time. I was not keeping track while I studied. Regardless, I know there are six separate Suva shrines and have accessed one, but I cannot confirm nor deny that the Ruins hold Suvas as well.”

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

“Well, I cannot with any certainty confirm the factualness of my proposed claim, but before I went into the Far Shore, I was roughly three days’ journey away from the maximum range of the Air Suva. Upon exiting the Far Shove, I am within range of the Air Suva. I, oh. Hummm…”

Sorilax slowly nodded to himself, “I just thought of another potentiality, perhaps the range of the Air Suva has increased instead of the island mysteriously shrinking. That hypothesis makes far more sense, indeed. I know far too little about Suvas however, so in the end I am at a loss when it comes to an explanation for the phenomena.”

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

The Toa seemed confused about the term he had used, “Rite-born are those transformed by otherworldly forces into Rahi of enormous size. For example, Manas Crabs, Sand Worms, and Tahtoraks. They are generally hard to damage and can cause widespread destruction.” He moved on to the next topic.

“You do indeed bring up a very valid point. I suppose it was a little far fetched of me to hope you knew of those things. You are most certainly correct in your assessment of the level of danger posed by the Fau Swamp and the surrounding marshes. They are not to be trifled with and I am most pleased that you have recognized that.”

Sorilax momentarily watched the gathered NUVA continue to unlock the bunker door before looking back to Knichou, “There are actually six ziggurats on this island, one of them being underground. But yes, the overgrown one indeed is the one to which I was referring to as the Grand Temple Ruins. In the past, I would have said Le-Metru Nuva was two days to the north of said temple, slightly northwest, but…” He thought of how suddenly he was in range of the Air Suva, “...things have changed during the month that I was in the Far Shore. The island’s locations seem… closer together. Have you been able to observe this phenomenon in your the Taku?”

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

“Oh? Hummm…” There was more chin scratching, “Well, Giruga was a rite-born Manas Crab that made her home in the marshes surrounding the Fau Swamp. But if you have no knowledge of her abode, then suddenly it is much harder to pinpoint Le-Metru Nuva’s location. Do you know of the summer swarming patterns of the Acidfly? Or perhaps the location of the Swamp Stalkers’ favored sunning spots in the late winter months?”

Sorilax tapped a hardlight finger on his mask, “What about the Grand Temple Ruins or the Temple of the Air Suva?”

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

Stannis.

The name was truly foreign to Sorilax. He had never heard it before, nor did it stir up anything in the pool of his repressed recollections.

The Wanderer.

That… that sparked something in him. Something hidden behind the shroud that lay over his mind.

All-seeker.

He knew these titles. Somehow. He couldn’t quite remember why or how, but he knew them. They were like personal in-jokes shared between compatriots that had been forgotten. Yet once remembered, they were full of a special meaning one did not realize had been lost to time.

True-guesser.

Feelings of friendship washed over him, along with a different name that came to him unbidden: Caedast. A past companion he had been forced to forget, perhaps? The name seemed near and dear to him, yet also devoid of connections to any being of his past. The titles stirred in him emotions of meeting a confidant long separated, of a best friend that you had not seen in a couple thousand years suddenly showing up once more and instantly rekindling the friendship. But Sorilax did not know this Aspect.

But… then how did he feel these emotions? He activated his Psionic powers momentarily, not seeing any intrusion into his mind, though he was laughably unpracticed with the implementation of Psionics. So in all likelihood the feelings were real, it was his memory that was at fault.

In that case, it was probably best to tread lightly. His emotions told him he could trust True-guesser, though it was still safest to be as cautious as possible. No mentions of distrusting Aspects, but revealing the location of Le-Metru Nuva was probably safe.

“Ah, All-seeker. Your new title was unfamiliar to me. Though that is perhaps to be expected. Like most beings of a comparable age as I on Zakaz, I cannot seem to be able to remember before a certain point in my past. The knowledge is still there in my head, simply inaccessible by unknown means. So forgive me for forgetting you and your existence.” Sorilax nodded to Stannis in greeting.

He then turned back to Knichou, “Now, concerning the council of Le-Metru Nuva, I had no hand in setting it up. At least not directly. It was my musings on morality that ultimately led to its creation. I believe the reason being that with the diversity of species in the village, they decided it was best to spread the leadership’s power. Something about past mistakes and prejudices being overcome, I believe. It was all quite fascinating to hear about, though unfortunately I spent much of my time there teaching, not being taught, so I am not able to relate to you in detail the nuances of the decision. On our journeys, Sala told me much of what transpired in your Ark. Quite horrible, though I am afraid Zakaz may just be worse.”

A hardlight hand scratched at the chin of his mask of Fate as he thought fondly of his talks with Sala. He checked his connection to the Desecrated Matoran. The connection was still there, yet the Matoran was still out of reach.

“As for locating Le-Metru Nuva, do you know of Giruga’s territory?”

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, Ostrox, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

Sorilax nodded as he sorted the questions, thought through what information he could share with an Aspect here, and started at the beginning, “In that case, I do indeed believe I that do not need to acquire the knowledge then, as there is no way to properly judge my character well enough to be able to determine my level of trustworthiness at this time. That would require several days and a Psionics user, I suppose.”

Sorilax inclined his head in return greeting as Knichou was introduced. He looked at the Taku. It was one of those airship things that Sala had mentioned and he had seen above Metru-Koro when it had been attacked. It was quite impressive, even from this distance.

“‘Old pal Stannis’? I am quite sorry to inform you, but you are mistaken. I do not know anyone of any species by the name of Stannis.” Sorilax looked between the Aspect and the Mantaxian. Which one had Knichou referred to as the “grump” and which one was Stannis? “Whom is it that claims to have a long standing relationship with me? The Aspect or the Mantaxian? I do not recognize either, though the Aspect may just have gotten a new body and a new name to go with it, I suppose.”

OOC: @BULiK

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, (Others), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

“I am Sorilax. What is the information classified as?” Sorilax’s words realistically came off of the tongue Cravious had painstakingly replicated the design of by dissecting several Skakdi over the course of years.

How odd that this Toa didn’t include the information’s classification in his description of it. How was Sorilax supposed to learn more?
 

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua

IC: Sorilax - Aspect of Light and Silence

Location - One of the Bunkers

With - Knichou, Stannis, (Everyone else), (Standing next to Sidra, with Atamai and Kilo in the mech)

The Toa, Aspect, and the others finally arrived at the bunker. The Toa came over by Sorilax and the iron trough, oddly seeming to be able to pull Zamor Spheres from a Suva without having to exchange for anything.

The Aspect looked like a Toa of Stone, which was common enough among his brethren, but there was something about that body. It looked real, as if it were filled with organic protodermis muscle instead of being empty. A possession, then. Or at least something similar. Sorilax kept his Taboo engravings out of sight.

The Toa finished talking, standing right next to Sorilax and Sidra. "If death grants Him strength... then I certainly hope you know of a Taboo to cheat it. Otherwise, any efforts to prevent his influence from causing more death won't go far."

Death? Taboo? Intriguing. Death was the exact opposite of what he sought. Sorilax turned to the group of beings, his form giving off a soft golden glow as his body moved in complete Silence, “Do excuse me, but whom is it that feeds off of death? Is it an Aspect?” Could it be an Aspect that completed its Grand Wish while he was in the Far Shore? No. He knew most Aspects. To his recollection, there wasn’t a Death variant anywhere near to completing their Grand Wish. So who were they talking of?

OOC: @BULiK @EmperorWhenua 

IC: Krrenchk - Skakdi of Stone

Location - Fort Nektann

Krrenchk left the chamber, a grin on his face. Alright! Finally it was time… to… HEY. They hadn’t decided to raid anything!

He ground his teeth, glaring at the door he had just exited from. What had been the point of all of that then? That’s it, he was going to go out raiding on his own. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to do something other than just sit around for a month.

He adjusted his mask to make sure it perfectly lined up with his optics. Maybe he wouldn’t even ask Drukarus permission to leave. Yeah. Maybe he would subvert the new leader and the dumb non-decision to raid that they had just come to. Perhaps he would just tell Drukarus his intentions and reasons to leave and really stick it to the older Skakdi by not asking permission. Yeah, that was the real savage Skakdi way.

Oh, but where would he even go? And who would lead the way and coordinate things?

Hmmm.

Drukarus would probably have a good idea about that. He would ask the Gravity Skakdi about that later. Find somebody to figure out what they should do. Yeah, things were falling into place already.

Krrenchk rushed off to his personal garage and Crushing Foot. He had a raid to get ready for.

IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green

Location - Mouth of Irnakk’s Tooth / Air Ruins

With - Administrator

Viltia was able to focus on Irnakk’s smile as she ascended, keeping herself from slipping back into her nightmares. He was a pretty nice god, if a little scary. He didn’t quite think like her, but then again she tried not to think too hard most of the time anyway. It probably wasn’t his fault nightmares surrounded him like a shroud of mist. Perhaps it was just an overflowing of his powers that couldn’t be contained, like with Nektann and his rain.

Before she knew it, she was out in the open air again, free of the noxious gasses and her makeshift air filter, but also from the warmth of the volcano. She kind of missed how warm it had been now that she was outside of it.

She looked south, quickly swapping her mask of Flight for Quick Travel from her front pouch. A couple teleports/bearing gathering flights later and she was back at the Air Ruins. She walked through the entrance, feet clacking on the ancient stone. That electricity feeling of the Suva washed over her as she entered the ruins proper.

Speaking out to the walls, she started to explain, “Hey, Admin. I’m back. I just finished seeing the Remaker, and he was very suspicious of us and our motives. He didn’t want to help out those who might hurt his ‘chosen’, so he wanted me to steal the Mask of Creation in exchange for the knowledge you wanted. I tried to offer something else, but he refused.”

Viltia sighed, “And I’m not going to steal the mask, either. It isn’t right. So is there anything else I can do so that you can give me the ability to create Golden Masks? I just can’t go through with what Irnakk wants.”

OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Eyru

IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green

Location - Throat of Irnakks’s Tooth

With - Irnakk

Irnakk… brought up some good points. She didn’t fully trust the mask bearer. But he had explained his reasoning. 

But in a kind of threatening way.

And her friends. She had to uphold Serene’s dying wish to protect her old village inhabitants. That had eventually extended to all of Le-Metru Nuva. She would do anything to protect them, right? Even kill in their defense.

So what was a little thing like giving the Mask of Creation to someone else so she could grow stronger?

She frowned at that. No, that was stealing, not just giving. That wasn’t a defensive act.

The ideology that Sorilax had proposed and Le-Metru Nuva had adopted rang through her head. She would not steal. She would not. She would deal with threats as they showed up, she would not go out and seek them. Sidra had her Kaita Mech to protect the villagers. In fact, Sidra was way stronger now. Far stronger mentally and elementally than Viltia had ever been. Viltia wasn’t alone in her defense. They also had Wing. And they had Apex, kind of. They were strong enough to fight that great undead. Like Irnakk said, she had pacified Nektann even. She could do it again with someone else. If she needed more power, she could go to the Grand Temple Ruins and get NUVA.

Irnakk said a ton of stuff that made sense, but he didn’t seem to understand her morality. She realized that despite him trying to help, he might never see her side and she had already spent too much time here. Oh well, she hoped that one day he might become a better Skakdi… god... spirit thing.

Viltia warmly accepted Irnakk’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You sure make me think a lot. Thank you.”

Her tethers flexed, “Alright, well, I should get going. Take care of yourself, Remaker.”

She activated her Mask of Flight and moved to fly up and out of the volcano.
 

OOC: @Vezok's Friend

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Kumu Peninsula, near a Tower

With - Rock Rahi

Cravious’ Telescopic and X-Ray Vision scoured the face of the twisting, almost ebony colored tower as it rose from a cliff of obsidian through the mists. Though the Tower didn’t seem to be what they were looking for, he needed to make sure no surprises sprung forth from it to hinder his and Whira’s mission.

The rock creature slowly came to a stop, "There, it's just over that-- oh, did we lose someone?"

Cravious looked down at it. For a moment he imagined it as a pebble stuck inside an intake valve and imagined flinging it away as far and fast as possible. He let the mental image fade. He still needed it. And who knew what fortuitous fortunes might be able to be made from it.

“Yes we did. But don’t worry about them, I have a way of having them find us. Continue your guidance. I don’t see what we are looking for yet.”

OOC: @Eyru

The Kaita ACR question was more of a silly way to point out that I think the word "not" in that sentence isn't supposed to be there. I believe the intention is supposed to be that: if the pilot is unconscious or killed a GM takes over.

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A GM may assume direct control of your Kaita ACR as an NPC if all pilots are not unconscious or killed while piloting the Kaita ACR. 

So basically GMs can take control whenever they want, even if you are piloting your Kaita ACR?

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Choose up to three abilities or breed quirks (excluding equipment powers) at a time from the combined powers and breed quirks of all onboard pilots (maximum three pilots).

I can only find being able to wear Kanohi and use their power in the rules as Breed Quirks. Do Kanohi count as Equipment?

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Kumu Peninsula

With - Whira, Tekmo, Rock Rahi, Irna

A new mind entered the range of his Kraata’s power. A quick glance and filtering through several layers of rock with his X-Ray Vision later revealed some species he had never seen before. It was watching the group, which immediately raised suspicions, but he didn’t have time for that. The Rock Rahi was moving and Whira had decided to investigate the noise instead of follow it. So now it was his task to follow the creature. He could always mentally talk to Whira later and guide her to him.

He rolled his shoulders and generally loosened up, his well maintained parts functioning smoothly as he did so, and set off after the Rock Rahi. He went back into the mists, feet kicking aside stray obsidian chunks in this black and lifeless environment in the middle of the Kumu Peninsula.
 

OOC: @Eyru @~Xemnas~ @Toru Nui @Conway