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  1. IC: Sans, Dume's Office Doorway Sans stepped out of the way of the Po-Matoran as she ran down the hallway to summon the new-newcomers. "I'll be gone and back, like the tide itself, huhuhuhuhu! Follow me, Kohara! Your presence really brightens my day, huhuhuhuhu! Cartographer, if you're not coming, please watch our icy friend, here. And wait for me before you leave, if you will. If I have to run to catch up to y'all, my staff shall smack you like a raging rapids, huhuhuhuh! Vahki, bring the buff blue guy along, as well." So out of the office, Turaga Sans led the way as he, Kohara, and a cuffed Waveahk flanked by several Vahki descended down towards the prison levels, hoping to discover what this headless monster talk was all about. The door was left open, in case any others wanted to join. OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Toru Nui
  2. IC: Sans, Dume's Office Sans rose from his chair after the mental argument with Zataka, then spoke aloud, "Wow Zataka, it means a lot that you thought those compliments about my jokes to me! There's no need to be jealous, though! I never asked to be so funny; the jokes just flow right outta me, huhuhuhuhu." Sans winked mischievously at the titan and then turned to address the room. "I will head down to the prison cells and see for myself what danger lurks. Who will join me?" Sans turned to Turaga Dume, "when I am done, I shall return here. I don't expect it'll take too long. The Vahki may have already solved the situation as is." Sans walked towards the door, opened it, then turned back towards the room once he was solidly in the middle of the doorway. He winked at no one in particular, waiting for others to follow.
  3. @Unreliable Narrator could you give some details about the barraki armies? I understand they are armies of sildiers of essentially every race portal'd in, but what about the composition of the armies? Are there tanks? Artillery? War Rahi? Is it all foot soldiers in a barbarian zerg rush? Or are there some professional looking formations out there? Any cavalry charges happening? Give us the battle deets!
  4. IC: Sans, Dume's Office Suddenly, the room erupted into action once again. A brute so large he not only crashed through the window but bent the pleasant frame itself stumbled into the room. The new-to-him Av-Toa moved in front of Sans, while the big blue lady really moved towards the action. The vahki in the crowded room moved to action as well. "Down in the prison levels! There's a Toa there with no head! There's something down there! It wants to kill your God! Also something called 'Korruhn', but mostly your God!" "Stand down! Everybody, stand down!" Sans barked orders from his seat in front of Dume. While he was never one to command respect so bluntly, tradition held that Turaga were listened to when they spoke seriously. "If what you say is true, then perhaps the first test of our newest heroes has come. And if you truly are not one of those murderous assassins, then you will have no problem laying down on the ground and allowing the Vahki to apprehend you. There are many forces at play that you may not know, so you must understand that this is no time to lax any caution. Lay down your weapons, then join them on the ground. Nobody needs to tear up this fine office." Sans spit a fearsome ball with a force augmented by his elemental powers directly to the back of Zataka's head. After hearing the clang of water on metal, he thought intently, "Can you even hear me? No one knows how this thing works! That beast-man needs restrained, and I have no doubt no harm will come to any of us, yet he named my friend, our newest Toa with the darkened arm. If needed, I will volunteer to lead these new Toa down to the prison levels to confront whatever escaped being this creature speaks of. I ask that you guard this newcomer personally; only you may have the power needed to defend Dume once the rest of us are departed, I fear."
  5. IC: Sans, Dume's Office As Sans sat down in the chair, one of the newcomer Toa went back towards the Waif. A dazzling display of colors danced throughout her armor like oil in a pot of water. "Amazing... you're like me. I was not always a Toa of Light-" Did he hear that right? Toa of Light? "What strange times indeed, when Ko-Matoran can become Toa of other elements," Sans thought. "If I had been given a choice, I'd still pick water. As far as elements go, it's pretty slick, huhuhuhuhu." He turned back to face the opposite Turaga while the two Av-two got acquainted. Sans simply smiled at his imaginary jokes and waited for the elder's next move.
  6. IC: Othorak, Colosseum "So will our will be His will..." Othorak extended his arms, meeting his two comrades'. "The mission... will be fulfilled..." Amethyst energies swirled with shadows as a ghoulish ambiance enveloped the three abominations. In maybe a minute, the devilish storm has come and gone, but in that time, three creatures became one. IC: [Untethered Kaita]???, Colosseum This... being... thing, was as ever a Titan as Othorak was. Its new armor seemed dipped in blood, with blackened, charred skulls emanating from his shoulders and haunted flames erupting from every crevice of his weighted form. His head a contorted mass of three different colored eyes forcing their way out from behind an unrecognizable Kanohi. HIs maw... wet with hunger that only death may satiate. The Titan strode forward, each step thundering as the monster moved down the hallway, towards a stairway marked by sign. This beast... this creature... it mind only entertained a single thought... "We are come, Lord, so that you may rise."
  7. IC: Sans, Dume's Office "I wouldn't worry, Cart.... I mean, Korruhn. Bad guys don't usually have a sense of humor, yet you've been cracking up at my valued remarks from Le-Metru to this office, huhuhuhu." Though joking, Sans understood the concern. The newcomer Toa was correct, and Sans had once even fought a Shadow Toa. He wouldn't be here if he had lost, obviously, but it's one of those encounters you never forget. In his experience, Sans found that Shadow was an element on par with Psionics as far as how one needed to defeat it mentally more so than with brute strength or clever tactics. A strong soul could never falter to shadow and despair. And form his travels with the three Matoran, Sans knew they all had strong souls. " what the karz do we do now?" "Well, I for one need to sit. Old bones, you know how it is, Turaga Dume." Sans winked at the old man, who was still busy with the others and possibly not even really listening to Sans, and walked forward, helping himself to one of the comfortable chairs situated in front of Turaga Dume's desk. Getting comfortable and slouching back in the seat were both one and the same, now.
  8. IC: Sans, Dume's Office Giving Dume time to respond to him and to address everyone else in the room, Sans turned to his now-Toa companion who was receiving special attention towards his darkened appendage, "Yeah, with that new arm, you could probably look really cool losing a game of rock, paper, scissors now, huhuhuhu."
  9. OOC: Bear with me, gotta do some quick exposition to catch these two up in the timeline IC: Othorak, Ta-Metru Another projectile spun precariously towards Othorak's head. Sidra would not rest until he was dead for good, it seemed. He simply bowed down, letting it fly overhead, and when he rose back up, he let out another ghostly wail, though this time, an ominous cloud enveloped him. A monstrous smile crept across his broken face as he stared down the emerald assassin one final time... IC: Othorak, Colosseum Prison The prison cell was now feeling a bit cramped, with the terrorist titan joining his two undead brothers. "The mission..." Othorak grumbled. It was all he knew. He would not be stopped. Between the blasts of his allies, the wall's integrity had been damaged. Othroak waved his comrades back, it was his turn now. First, he pushed his chest out, and shot a powerful Rhotuka point-blank at the wall. Then, he slammed his palms against the impact site, and began to channel intense heat on the wall. "Make myself hot... melt the metal... crash the ship... the Masked Matoran...Stannis... cannot save the ship from crashing..." The problem with a shared consciousness is that the timeline fails to make sense, anymore, and Othorak no longer depended on a logical chain of events to explain his current actions. There was just the instinct in his soul, and his unwavering determination to accomplish it. With the metal walls glowing with heat, Othorak stepped back three paces (as much as allowed in the cramped space) and ran his shoulder full-force into the wall, crashing through the other side. He picked himself up as his two brothers emerged through the gap in the wall. "We are getting closer, brothers." @Nato the Traveler @Crimson Jester OOC: mood music for this entire Sans post https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-CKA1EHsro IC: Sans, Colosseum Sans ran panicked through the Colosseum hallways. Around one corner, then his path was closed off, so down another route, on and on, checking every room he could for danger or Dume. After several minutes, Sans could feel the sweat dripping down his Kanohi. His sweaty palms gripping his simple staff, ready to swing at anything that might attack him. He would never get the chance. Sand rounded one corner especially fast after he thought he heard some noise up ahead. He was correct about there being a commotion, but incorrect about how fast he needed to reach it. As he turned the corner, so too was a Vahki on all fours running his way, and the two collided. The Vahki merely stopped, but Sans went down, kinda hard, somewhere between dizzy and unconscious. The Vahki scanned him, then stood upright, and carried Sans in his arms. "This one is commanded to join his compatriots with Turaga Dume." The Vahki altered course, and carried the recovering Turaga off. After some time- though Sans couldn't say how much time- he reached Dume's office. He asked the Vahki to put him down, so he could recover quicker with more blood flowing through his legs, or something. Really he just didn't like be carried; Sans was more of a big-spoon kind of guy. After another minute, more of his old companions, as well as some new ones, reached him, and they all entered the office together. He wasn't quite clear in the head yet, so he held off on the jokes for the moment. Dume smiled sincerely when the two met, and both gave an approving nod that only Turaga could give one another. It was sort of a rare occurrence, two unrelated Turaga meeting. Toa collaborate all the time, and many of the islands of the universe share diverse populations, but Sans was unusual for how much he traveled as a Turaga. He always loved meeting fellow old timers. If the circumstances were different, Sans would love some time to relax with Dume and just reminisce about the journeys they've each taken. Sans rubbed his head as he filed himself more towards the back. He watched the interplay between Dume and the big one, he listened as the three unknown people in the office introduced themselves- fellow disk hunters- and he grew proud as his three icy companions made themselves known. He was even more proud as he witnessed them being blasted into Toa! He approached the Cartographer first. "Congratulations, now you're even funnier looking than me, huuhuhuhu!" Sans slapped the new Toa's knee as his own hilarity consumed him. He turned towards the Alpinist, slapped his knee, and joked, "Now that you're a Toa, you can use your elemental energy to aid you in your quest to not talk to anyone, huhuhuhu!" Some of the others in the room kind of smirked at the ridiculousness of this all. This was supposed to be one of the most significant moments in any Matoran's lives, as well as there being several Great Disks handed over to Turaga Dume at one time, and the city leader himself had just survived an assassination attempt that left his esoteric tattoos newly exposed, and here was a goofy blue Turaga cracking jokes! Any more jokes would have to wait, though, as Turaga Dume blasted the sickly Matoran, who began to evolve into a Toa herself. Sans took this moment to speak up. "Hey Dume, you think if you blasted me with that power it'd make my joints ache less? Huhuhuhuhu! No, really, though, thank you for your time with us. I'm glad we were all able to be here and able to protect you from the Dark Hunter's attack. There's been much evil spreading throughout the city. I want you to know that I will do whatever it takes to help you, whether that means remaining by your side to offer a second, yet similarly aged opinion to your own on current affairs, or perhaps you would ask me to lead these new Toa-heroes and guide them into their own Destinies, or, hopefully, you need a new taste tester to try all your fancy meals to make sure none of them are poisoned, huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!" Sans genuinely listened for the red Turaga's reply, but it was through the sounds of his own laughter.
  10. IC: Sans (and our group ig), Colosseum elevator After speaking with the Vahki, Sans and the three Ko-Matoran were ushered past the gate and across the bridge into the Colosseum proper. A familiar blue warrior waved from behind some held-open elevator doors. "Can you read my thoughts from even over here? huhuhuhuh! I don't know how you beat us here, but you should know that you can never beat a blue hero in a fight in an elevator huhuhuhu. We'll just go up together, cool?" Lucky for Sans and the Ko-Matoran, the blue titan didn't pick a fight. The smaller four stood kind of awkwardly behind the large, cramped blue lady. After a minute, the elevator doors opened, and the blue lady jumped out. All karz had broken loose. There were obliterated Vahki, destroyed shrubberies, Dume on fire- "NO!" As much as it pained him, this was no time for jokes. Sans kicked the "hold door" button so hard he worried he'd broken the panel. Then he grew his body a bit to stretch his arms over the three Ko-Matoran as the sounds of battle erupted behind them. Then, a crash of broken glass, heavy footsteps, some thud on the balcony floor, then.... quiet? Sans shrunk back to normal and turned in time to see the large blue warrior looking out a broken window, while Dume was nowhere to be seen. Sans screamed inside his thoughts. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IS THIS GETTING YOUR ATTENTION, LADY?!?" The titan seemed not to notice. "Hey!" Sans elected to just yell with his actual voice this time. The titan looked back, and Sans pointed to his head as the elevator doors closed, then thought the next step. "Find that Dark Hunter or anymore lurking about. I don't know what happened to Dume but since you aren't panicking right now I don't think a bad guy got him. We'll go find him, you take out any hunters!" Before any response could be heard in his thoughts, Sans rapidly poked the next three floor buttons, and the elevator was moving again. He turned to his three friends. "Now's the time to be the heroes you were all born to be! Don't despair! We need to split up and find Dume before someone bad does. If you see Dume or a Dark Hunter, start screaming as loud as possible. Maybe think as loud as possible too; that blue one can read minds. Make as much noise or a signal or anything you can do as you can. I promise, I'll be there before you can even miss me." The first elevator door opened. "I'll go on this floor. It's more likely Dume and danger both are still closer than further away. I'd prefer you three stick together but do what you feel is right. And guard the discs." Before anyone could get a word in- a usual- Sans ran ahead, doors closing behind him. He ran down the hall then followed it around a corner. "I may be past my prime, but I've got enough fight left in me to be the Hero of Metru-Nui!" Staff in hand and Kanohi glowing from concentration, Sans was ready for whatever lay ahead. OOC: approved bunny hopping by @EmperorWhenua @Onaku @Crimson Jester
  11. IC: Sans, Le-Metru Sans had said goodbye to the blue-and-gold titan, but a minute later, he saw her piloting some craft that zoomed past his head before disappearing into the horizon. If this newcomer was intent on having a conversation with Sans, it seemed like she'd get her chance, as they both appeared to be headed to the same place. So Sans kept his stride, and before long, he carried his companions to the gates of the Colosseum. IC: Sans, Colosseum Sans had seen many sights across the universe in his lifetime. He'd witnessed some Vortixx climb their malicious Mountain, he'd overseen some refugees arriving on the dirty island of Stelt, he'd even seen some sorry Toa doing the absolute minimum to involve himself in his Matoran village's lives back on the Northern Continent. But one thing he had never seen, was the Colosseum. Everywhere, people spoke of its grandeur. Finally seeing it up close and in person, Sans thought the stories didn't do it justice. "And I get to see it on the inside, huhuhuhuhu." Sans shrunk down and lowered the three Ko-Matoran to the street level, in front of the bridge gate. An armored Vahki approached the group. "Hello, officer. We have urgent business with Turaga Dume. It concerns the Great Disks." OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Crimson Jester @Onaku @EmperorWhenua
  12. IC: Sans, Le-Metru "Are you in my thoughts? Can you see the pink Kane-Ra I'm imagining right now? Huhuhuhuhu." Sans kept his attitude jolly, but he remained cautious of this newcomer. Whoever they were, they knew he was going to see Dume... maybe they would deduce that Sans was involved with the Great Disk hunt. He must remain cautious. "I would warn you, this would be a terrible spot for you to pick a fight. I recommend you continue on your way, traveler. There's enough death in the City of Legends as is, no one needs to see another corpse dead in the street. Stay safe, though!" With that final mental message, Sans continued onward and put this stranger behind him. It would only take a little while before he carried his companions all the way to the Colosseum. OOC: @Crimson Jester @Onaku @EmperorWhenua we four will be at the Colosseum starting next post @Unreliable Narrator
  13. Oh dang you're totally right. Too many characters floating around I get everyone confused >,<
  14. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This could be fun... since 2/3 of the untethered players are controlled by Nato lmao Also, I prefer this version
  15. IC: Sans, Le-Metru "Sorry, friend, I really can't stop right now. We've got a meeting to make! We'll smell ya later, huhuhuhuhu!" Sans was beyond this newcomer now, and taking behemoth strides away. His mind was filled with thoughts... mostly about where he would be sleeping tonight, if there were any more terrorists inside the City of Legends he would have to worry about, and wondering what that one lizard was doing right now. OOC: @Vezok's Friend
  16. OOC: hey @Vezok's Friend jsyk we keep all our normal and great disks in fashionable bags, so no one would've seen them, you may wanna edit that part of your post. IC: Sans, Walking on Sunshine "BadaBUMbum, bum bum buuum badabum, BadaBUM..." Since the Ko-Matoran were, well, Ko-Matoran, Sans elected to hum a tune rather than make conversations. He watched a big screen while he trudged through the streets, avoiding the crowd amassed around it, and learned from Dume's latest announcements about the attack in Ta-Metru, and the renewed call for the Great Disks. In less than an hour, he was carrying his new friends close to the edge of Le-Metru. All the while, the Colosseum grew larger and more prominent on the horizon. Then a large blue warrior seemed to wave, or, something, and wanted his attention. "Hello, stranger! I've gotta get these guys to a place right now, so I can't stay and chat, sorry. Enjoy Le-Metru though! I recommend the Infernavika's Grub Nest! Nice and spicy wings there, huhuhuhuh!" And so Sans carefully stepped over this latest walkway, and began again heading towards the Colosseum.
  17. Sans carrying the Ko-Matoran to Turaga Dume's doorstep be like also Kilo-M9 is my favorite character and I don't care who knows it.
  18. IC: Sans, The Notch "My old friend!" The jovial Turaga extended an aged hand towards the cute reptilian Rahi, who just scurried and hid. It made Sans smile. "Friends, follow me, I've been here before." Sans led his three Matoran companions down the familiar ladder and back towards the entrance to the web of chutes. They took a minute to appreciate everything they overcame. Sans was quite the surfer back in his day, but the twisting labyrinth of rushed tube currents was all he could handle, now. They all looked upon the Le-Metru Great Disk one more time before securing it inside their pack once more, then they walked back out into the more populated Le-Metru streets. Sans became dissatisfied with their pace, especially because he knew he was slowing the group down slightly with his old legs. "Here, come close, I'll get us to the Colosseum in a fraction of the time, huhuhuhu!" Before the Ko-Matoran could turn their confused (and maybe even annoyed) faces into some form of protest, Sans closed his eyes, focused, and started growing. His humble form expanded, and within mere moments, he towered higher than many of the buildings erected on either side of the street. The Le-Metru citizens paused in wonder and amazement. Then he reached down, scooped up the three Matoran in his arms, and began walking through Le-Metru, eyes fixed on the distant spire that dotted the center of the Metru-Nui map. "We'll make it to Turaga Dume in no time, so long as I don't step on any Vahki or their pointy staffs, huhuhuhuhu." OOC: @Crimson Jester @EmperorWhenua @Onaku on our way to the Colosseum! IC: Othorak, Ta-Metru Chaos "Now... I'd appreciate you coming along quietly, but I'm very well aware of the likelihood of that transpiring, so I guess this is the part where we get all rough and tumble. Still, the way you're going, one might think you're on your way to turn yourself in all by yourself. Sure would make my job a lot easier." Othorak heard, but either didn't truly understand, or didn't truly care. He spoke, slower than normal, yet with less rage than he'd once possessed. "I am..." He body stopped while he turned towards his... partner in conversation. "I am going where you would take me. I will allow you to join me." The charred titan turned again, and again lumbered forward, only to be knocked to his knees from the force of a Rhotuka twisting through his skull. Maybe a quarter of it was sent flying into the smokey air as worthless scrap, maybe a third. He stood again, and turned to face Raz. "If you're in a hurry to join us, you need only ask." His face was mainly intact, at least in regards to the immediate attack he suffered. It was the top-and-side of his skull that was removed. His Faxon now dangled precariously onto his face; it might've fallen off, had it not melted into his skin already. Flames filled his eyes as his familiar rage returned to him. Memories of all those who hindered his mission flooded his brain like rain pouring into the ocean. Airships with lights, Vahki in hallways... on the beach.. the cannons blasting the swarms of fighters fighting up the cliff-side... the emerald assassin who followed him inside... the foxhole.. the Matoran cowering in fear nearby... The small holes in Othorak's stomach burned almost white with fire before a crackling ball of fire shot out from his abdomen, intending to obliterate the cocky Raz who intended to stop his mission. At the same time, his jaws unleashed an ominous wail that could've cracked the stars themselves. As the fireball flew through the smokey Ta-Metru air, an alien presence seemed to manifest beside him. OOC: @Onaku @Nato the Traveler , also summoning @Crimson Jester (sorry for double pings)
  19. IC: Othorak, Ta-Metru Crash Site The world had been transformed into a realm of fire. All around the lumbering titan, screams of death and fires of chaos consumed all. He watched the Vahki attempting to control the situation. He watched more buildings collapse under the stress of the raging infernos. He watched his hands pulse with the same fire that consumed all else. Othorak turned, and witnessed the Colosseum shun the scene as it remained unfaltering and a pillar in the sky. "My mission..." Othorak had always followed his orders. He took one step, and learned again how to move himself. So then he took another. Othorak began leaving the scene, and walked directly towards the distant Colosseum. He knew his singular purpose was to reach the spire, and bring life back to his Dead Lord.
  20. Sorry again I've been gone everyone. I'll try and post more reliably this week. Just life getting in the way and all that. Sorry especially tho those who wanna throw down with Othorak in Ta-Metru; I might have UN take control of him so others aren't waiting on me :p lmk if y'all think that'd be a good idea. In the meantime, Sans is gona huhuhuhuhu his way to Turaga Dume. When turaga's meet :O edit: Oh dang Othorak is team dead ppl now. I can help uhhhh the other Rev PC teleport to Ta-Metru with me if you'd like (sorry I can't remember who that is) and together we can skip to the Colosseum :3
  21. Mobile Post: Sorry for my character's delay everyone. Real life happened. I'll have posts by tonight or tomorrow afternoon
  22. Just so people don't come after me, UN has green-lit this whole plan from the beginning. Othorak was going to force the city to rely on airships, then under the strained environment make off with one and crash it into the Great Furnace. Nato kind of ruined those plans when he unexpectedly started breaking the ship prematurely, so Othorak had to improvise and in the end I decided that his desperation to complete his mission meant he would have to completely break the engine himself. If Othorak wasn't stopped, the whole city might've had to shut down from the damage to the Great Furnace. Now, only part of the city will be messed up lol. Any players in Ta-Metru should be able to notice the airship wreck, so feel free to include any effects of that in your posts. Othorak may or may not survive his fall, so if any Dark Hunters want to find his body, I encourage it!
  23. IC: Othorak, Ta-Metru Skies Othorak saw the attack coming, yet wasn't so sure he could stop it. As Sidra's Rhotuka spun towards him, he swung his sword and tried to bat it out of the air. It worked... kinda. He couldn't move much while standing atop the melting engine, but he shifted as much he could while his sword smacked the spinner. The top quarter or so of his sword was shredded instantly. It was still sharp, so it could still kill, but Othorak would be lying to say he felt safe using a broken blade. As for the Rhotuka, its trajectory angled down sharply. It crashed into the engine beneath his feet, skinning the bottom of the foot opposite the one attached to his wounded leg. Walking would be painful now. But not as painful as what he knew was coming next. "No, Huntress. You've already lost!" Othorak allowed himself to fall backwards onto more of the exposed engine. His entire body was glowing with heat, as was the metal all around him as he began to sink into the machine. He seemed to be melting away, along with the engine itself. His feet started falling through into open skies. Othorak pointed his broken sword tip towards his adversary as if asking her to try him one more time. Cold air began rushing into the cargo bay as an Othorak-sized hole began to open up around him. The integrity of the ship was compromised, and soon the engine itself and many pipes and poles around it began to sink, with some smaller, already disconnected pieces of metal falling outside the ship. "This ride was never going to land! You've doomed yourself, Dark Hunter! I'll see you in Karzahni!" Othorak's body finally plunged through the malleable metal warped from his heat. For a moment, he felt pinned to the underside of the airship, before he slid across the exterior and was flung out behind the ship. The airship was falling much faster than him now. Othorak deactivated his mask, and as his body cooled, he looked out over Metru-Nui. "The City of Legends," he thought. Below him he could see lands of Ta- and Le- and even Ko-Metru. He could see the coliseum jutting into the sky like a dagger into the skyline. The skies truly had changed; there was a tint of red and the stars were out along with the suns. It was beautiful, yet Othorak hoped to see it all smoldering under the banners of the League someday. For now, he had done his part. As he fell free towards Ta-Metru, he observed in the distance the Great Furnace. "I didn't hit it... I failed." Othorak was more sad than angry, now. He wondered how his superiors would view his mission. He kept falling. The airship wasn't totally wasted. It seemed to be heading for a collision with many of the buildings that had smoke billowing from their rooftops. "At least some forges and furnaces will be destroyed, if not the furnace and forge of the city." There was some pride in such thoughts. Othorak wondered if his Dark Hunter foe would survive. She seemed to have teleportation powers, so maybe she'd find a way to safety. Othorak couldn't say the same for himself. He wouldn't be able to summon some borrowed teleportation powers now like he had hoped. "If only this mask could grant me wings." Othorak sheathed his broken broadsword, and took one last look underneath him. The gaping airship, the forges below about to be decimated, the chaos and destruction he had wrought, the Coliseum standing unaffected by it all. As big as he was, up in these skies, Othorak couldn't help feeling so small. Then he felt his body stiffed. Ignoring the migraine he was giving himself, Othorak put every effort forward to using his Faxon. "If I can't fly away, I'll just have to survive the fall..." And so he borrowed the carapace exteriors of many shoreline Rahi. He crossed his arms on his chest and tried to ball up his legs some before his body grew so stiff and hard he wouldn't be able to use any joints. Othorak fell faster and faster and the wind whistled through the holes in his Kanohi. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes- perhaps forever- was the mangled airship spewing parts from the hole in its belly as the body began to twirl in the air ungracefully. It wasn't flying forward much, nor was it totally a straight drop down. It crashed into the rooftops of Ta-Metru, collapsing countless buildings. Othorak saw fires exploding on the scene. But he wouldn't get to see the airship come to a stop. Instead, his eyes hardened shut, and his body fell, faster and faster. The Steltian wasn't even sure this plan would work and he would walk away from this crash, but that was the price he was prepared to pay. "In service of the League, and for Kalmah's glory. It's in Mata-Nui's hands now..." Time had no meaning as the shell-skinned warrior plummeted, until it seemed to stop the moment his battle-worn body crashed through a building and into the unforgiving earth....
  24. IC: Othorak, Ta-Metru Skies For a few moments, both fighters just... faced off against one another, neither making the next move. Then, she spoke. "What are you hoping to achieve? One wrecked chute and a few dead Matoran isn't going to destroy Metru Nui. You can't fight a whole city." She was right. So far, Othorak hadn't truly affected the war effort at all, except maybe inconvenience some trade and spread panic among the citizens of Metru Nui. "I've disabled this airship. You aren't going anywhere, and the Vahki are no doubt on their way. Wouldn't it be easier to just give in? You've made your statement, played your part... don't you want to rest? You've earned it." Othorak was tired. Maybe he could use some sleep. But then again, all he did in that apartment was sleep. He had to finish his mission. He couldn't fail the Barraki. But would it be so bad if he called it quits here? "Why would I even consider..." Othorak's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. "I won't fail! If I did fail though..." Time almost stopped as he fought this inward battle. The engine didn't feel the same, though. Othorak's body temperature was rapidly rising. His heavy feet began to sink into the machine as pipes creaked and bent, spewing steam and sounding whistles as they contorted. Gears started jamming and levers started failing. Around the parts of him that touched the engine, the metal was started to glow red with heat. The ship bulked to the side, and something started to feel off. It was almost like they airship was speeding up again... The jerking vehicle broke Othorak's eye contact with Sidra. His mind rapidly cleared. "You! You think such cheap tricks would stop me? I CANNOT BE STOPPED!" Othorak fired another Rhotuka from his chest and drew his sword-arm across his maw, ready to unleash a fierce backhanded swing if the Dark Hunter dared approach him in response.
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