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Danger Close1Plan The eyes of the morning sun glared over Rohan’s snowy mountain peaks, the red-hot volcano a meteor-like obstruction of the Fire Region as the steaming-hot coals and flames glowed in the coal mines, where Ta-Matoran worked hardily. The Air Region’s forests sounded of song birds and crows, sounding a morning call to group in a formation above the paradise island. The Water Region filled with warm breezes, mermaids’ songs and the genuine splashing of water as fish swung themselves above the water’s surface. The constant tinkering of carvers and statue-makers echoed beyond the canyons of the Stone Region, irritating the neighboring Sonics Region of deserted cities and unnaturally quiet crowds. On Rohan, you could immediately say all was tranquil. The toxic-blue clad Toa stepped upon the hover bike. She revved the little engine to its most powerful, placing her foot on the gas petal and keeping her left foot kept firmly above the brake petal. The engine remained quiet as it powered itself, and soon it sped off through the city’s inside. It reached its destination in a flash—there was just a flash of the sunrise on the view from the city, between the twin skyscrapers. The glow of the golden sunrise reflected off the glass materials on the skyscraper sides, a blinding shine on the corner sides. Talin downshifted on the hover cycle, slowing it to a gradual stop as it parked at the front of the abandoned building. As it sounded a low humming, the brake lights shone a bright red and darkened to nothing. She stepped off the bike, then quickly rushed her way into the building, then realized her mistake at the door of it. “61346-22513-74381-90931,” she said, rambling off the numbers to no one in particular. The door made a high-pitched yet muffled humming sound as the door automatically swung to side into the wall. Three cameras centered a red eye on Talin as she stood at the beginning of a long hallway. The door shut behind her in an iron clang, echoing. The three cameras, two on the walls left and right to her at a corner above the door, while the third was on the ceiling further down the hall, attached by a simple sleek black wire encasing of black metal. As she hurried down the hallway, littering the hallway floor was tiny bits of wiring, papers shrouding the floors that had become so familiar and recognizable to her. Things were scattered every where as she reached the end, where their waited a pair of metal grey doors that shut against each other. The keypad on the wall near the doors had become a routine for her to reach for. Talin pressed a light blue fingertip upon the keypad, pressing a quick and fast-paced movement of activating as the doors opened, revealing an elevator awaiting visitors to carry to floors. The water-Toa stepped inside it without any hesitation, waiting patiently for her destination as she pressed the button that went to the floor she wanted to go to. But an insipid expression crossed her face as she entered. Impatiently she waited as the doors closed, and rushing itself the elevator simply dropped itself, a fast and heavy falling of the elevator that shook her violently until it went to an abrupt halt. Talin fell to the ground at the rocky stopping point, and the doors opened. Revealing the area outside of the elevator was the control room and headquarters for the Toa Rohan. “I see you landed steady,” a voice answered her. Awaiting her entrance had been the familiar and friendly face of Silvian, Toa of Iron. “Good to see you, we’ve been waiting for you. We’ve been discussing strategies of our upcoming enemies attack that is supposed to be unexpected. You do realize it is coming in a week from now?” “That’s why I rushed down here,” she responded. “I heard about it and didn’t want to miss out on it. With the way these Dark Hunters’ minds work, we’re going to need every Toa of our team as a strategist. They’re going to be every where by the time we blink our eyes if we don’t get a move on,” “We’ve been working on it for weeks,” Silvian replied. “Training for military recruits, Elite Stealth Division recruits, strategist recruits, mercenaries from the local islands, planning allied support—it’s driving me nutty. By the time we’re done with this, I would have died of exhaustion from just planning. It almost seems more worth it to grab a few machine guns and do a ‘shoot’em-up’ free-for-all. It would take a load off my shoulders, that’s for sure,” Talin giggled. “Don’t worry,” she comforted. “You’ll be glad when these troublemakers will be wiped out,” He smiled as he stretched his arm out to her, his hand clasped in hers as she stood up by his pull. She dusted herself off, and then sighed. “Come, we want to see you,” Silvian said, his tone turning to a grim and grave tone. She followed him as her smile turned to a dim grimace. “Has any procrastination in strategies become of our strategists?” she asked. “Not so far, no,” he answered. “As a matter of fact, and on the contrary, it’s quite the opposite. Over a million ideas have been shared among the strategists, and I’m not exaggerating when I say a million. I hear them prattle on all day in the conference room, rambling on about endless strategies I myself could never understand,” Talin smiled. Entering the large rounded room was thousands of high-tech systems, computers and disc drives, PA systems, microphones—all were scattered across the room on tables, and all of this was involved with only a few of the Toa Rohan in the room working. “As you can see, things are a bit messy,” Silvian pointed out. He continued. “We’ve been trying to track the ship that Uzian and his crew our on right now—” “Ship?” Talin’s mind made a hop, skip, and jump to the question in an instant at the thought of a ship. Silvian stopped and inclined his head towards her, nodding to try and make her understand in a gradual manner of ways. “Yes, we have been informed that he is boarded on an airship,” he replied. “Perhaps we are thinking of assaulting it, even when it is in midair, and perhaps we might be able to take it down when it is in the air or board it from the skies. We’ve gone through these ideas a hundred times and Spira nit-picks every little seep of problems that would emerge from things. I would think that just doing a whim-bam-boom, brutally fast assault on the airship and take it down with rockets. We have plenty, I would suppose,” “I would both disagree and agree with your ideas,” Talin responded hastily. “I agree with a brutal assault, but I disagree that it should be done in haste. Stealthily making an appearance and ambushing them as they came would seem more suitable, would it not?” “You have a good proposal there,” Silvian countered in a way, and soon he continued. “But, would you propose that they would expect a brutal assault on their airship? Maybe even a stealthy escapade?” Talin put a toxic-blue hand upon her chin, her mind racing with schemes and plots. “True, true,” she said. “But we wouldn’t know that. Splitting seven Toa into two groups with seven each—one group would begin a brutal assault after the second group made a distraction of gunfire, or appeared from a patch of trees and bushes. It would seem surprising and abrupt,” “Yes, but would Spira expect it?” he joked. “I know,” Talin said. “Spira has been locked in her cabin and just keeps on prattling on to herself. I haven’t seen her in weeks, and I know if we tell her this she’ll be embarrassed at the fact that we came up with something that sounds variably plausible to execute. I have a feeling that Spira would think to say that she had already thought of that idea and would nit-pick even more and find something to criticize,” Silvian laughed, “No doubt, no doubt,” Silvian gave a glance at the wrist watch banded upon his wrist, and he shook his head. “Oh, butterscotch—we need to get a move on. Let’s go to my office, should be just up stairs. We’ll take the elevator,” Talin flinched slightly at the word elevator. Elevator, she thought. “Err....” she stammered. “All right,” As they walked among the tables and high-tech devices, they boarded the elevator at one corner of the large room. Talin tried to overwhelm the burning fear that began to erupt inside her. To think...to think. It startled her at the thought of cramped spaces and being tightly packed in a little moving floor room that advanced to an open destination. As a matter of fact, the Rohan headquarters was too tight for her comfort zone as well. As they entered the elevator, Talin looked slightly strange and pale-faced to Silvian. “Something wrong?” Silvian questioned her, a worried look adapting to his expression as he took daring glances at her as she grew paler and almost less of air and oxygen. “I’m...fine...” she gasped, waiting as her gaze grew hazy upon the elevator numbers as the cramped space advanced upward to a higher floor. Still, Silvian gawked upon her face in some worry. As the doors opened the elevator reached the specific floor, Talin sprinted out as she enjoyed a more open environment. The room was a wide and open hallway going in two directions, left to right. Though nobody knew it, the abandoned building was simply a skyscraper, center of the city. The remarkable view of the sunrise was breathtaking in all ways possible, as you could look out the glass windows straight through between the twin skyscrapers of the city. The reflective look against the glass of the two skyscrapers meters away made it sincerely beautiful and embracing. She seemed to strangely breathe as finally she entered the atmosphere of fresh and open air. Silvian took a sharp left towards the end of the hallway, where on a black background sign in golden letters was Silvian Straits, the name adopted from a series of events long before. Silvian rushed ahead of Talin, reaching the door and opening it for the water-Toa. He nodded his head as she muttered a quick ‘Thank-you’ to him. She entered the office as he closed the door behind them. Silvian leaned upon the cherry-wood desk, folding his arms as he watched Talin rushed to the window a little bit, opening it the slightest and letting the crisp, fresh, and winter air into her lungs. “Are you alright?” Silvian inquired once more. “Oh, I’m perfectly fine,” Talin answered to keep inconspicuous of her unnatural fear of cramped spaces, shorter to be known as claustrophobia. “But, on with our discussion?” Silvian nodded at the said-sentence in understanding and agreement. He turned his head and outstretched his left arm towards the buzzer on his desk, pressing the button on it as a loud buzz noise came about. “Miss Zimaya?” he said, his voice clear to his secretary outside. “Give Watua and Spira a quick buzz and tell them to come in here, Talin and I have been discussing ideas. And if Spira says she’s busy, tell her I command her, same with Watua. I need to speak to them immediately, a private matter. No calls or visitors will be accepted for today until they leave,” “I’ll get right on it,” the secretary responded. “Zimaya?” Talin asked with curiosity, not meaning to be nosy. Silvian nodded. “Yes, an Elite Stealth recruit,” he said. “She’s trying to get a grade on dictation—you know, Nagii wants good dictation in case anybody’s made assistant to a fellow Elite member. I gave my regular secretary a two week break for now to go to the Elite Stealth as well for other tests and grades while Zimaya is doing her job. They slightly switched,” “I can see,” she answered. “I noticed earlier you’ve decorated your office a bit,” Talin glanced around at the items and things decorating the walls. Behind his cherry-wood desk—a gift from a Toa Rohan member—was a sleek black sniper rifle, the scope an intimidating black with a handle under the barrel. The rifle was bolt-action, a reflective look on the glass end of the scope and the stump-like end where it would go up against one’s shoulder a rubber black color with a long rifle strap from the barrel to the butt-end. A few things cluttered the desk as well as a tall stack of papers unsigned and lingering in anticipation. To the right was simply glass skyscraper-like windows, left a quaint fireplace area with two armchairs and on either side of the wall where the door stood was simply a couch on the right and two armchairs with two end tables between them—specifically on in the corner and one in between the armchairs. “Yes, I decided to change,” he replied. “I’ve had the same arrangement for the past five years, I figured I’d finally have a bit of spontaneous action. Obviously it was time for something new and not so meticulous, no?” Talin nodded in agreement. “Anyway, on with discussion,” she continued, quickly to the point. “Let’s keep this simple. Let’s say Uzian, Tikiani (if she’s in association with them), Fuzan, Colorn, and Silio land here on their flying little rainbow ship, with dark but eerily bright thoughts on their mind and death their motivation. So, we hide. We get the Elite Stealth or the underwater expert swimmers or so-and-so to hide underwater with plenty of harpoons, spears, crossbows, the whole kit and caboodle. And once they land, we ambush. “And as they come up, we get a nice, thick, solid headshot on Uzian with the crossbow. Throw a few semmties on the airship, blow it to smithereens, kill all the others in the most brutal way possible, and send them all to Karzhani in wrapping paper. Pretty straightforward, I’d say. We don’t need any flashy entrances and stuff like that. Just something that’ll shock them like fish and kill them in an instant,” Silvian contemplated the quick notion of just plain annihilating their hinds. “Sounds good to me, but you know there will be scouts everywhere,” Silvian answered. “They’ll probably just spray the area down with gunfire,” “We don’t need any flashy, stealthy, complex, and over-detailed schemes,” Talin retorted rather nastily. “Just something that will get the job done. Maybe we’ll just stick with stealth habits, though, only because a few lives might be lost, and we can’t spare our best,” She shrugged. “We’ll keep that between us,” he said. “Spira will naturally object to something so fast, brutal, and easily gory,” The door opened as a five second silence had become of the two, and revealing the two tall characters of the Toa of Lightning and Toa of Air. Watua had teal, lime-green, and a glossy leaf-green armor, while Spira was clad in dark blue and white and silver, natural for a Toa of Lightning of her nature. “Hello, you two,” she said in greeting. Watua gave a quick hand-shaking motion towards Silvian, who followed kindly while Talin and Watua awkwardly greeted each other, odd looks becoming of their expressions. “Hello,” Talin said to Spira and Watua, kindly giving a gesture of welcome to them, motioning for them to seat themselves in any way they wanted. As Spira sat herself down on the sofa, she sighed and put her hands on her lap. “So, let’s get on to business, shall we?” ~~~ It's back, and sadly unedited, too. Either way, it's FINALLY reposted, after a long time of having to deal with procrastination. Either way, go report to the review topic now - or when I can figure out how to do URL coding again. >_<
