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EXTRENIX: The Review TopicThe Story STARRING: Zox Tomana, as himself | Toa Smoke Monster, as himself | Driesen, Captain Tronameg, and White One by Lucina | Letagi, as himself | Portalfig, as himself | Unit, as himself | Xyron by xccj | Pahrak #0579 | and Ghidora. ALSO STARRING: Sanskrit | Vakama | Mazeka | Botar's Replacement Other characters may appear in passing, but the above characters are guaranteed an appearance. Chapters will be posted weekly until I finish writing the story. After that point, they will be posted every 48 hours. Please let me know how the character representations work out for you. And the usual comments, criticism, and everything else welcome.
Tales of ExtrenixChapter 1 Sanskrit found herself in the middle of a battle. The night sky flashed with lightning up above, as she dueled Angonce with a sword, the two blades cutting and slashing in the rain. The road was slippery and… “Sanskrit! Wake up please.” An alarm sounded, in her ears and in her mind, forcing her to sit up groggily. Her eyes registered the regal form of Zox Tomana standing by the door, holding a lamp in his hand that cast an eerie glow over the bookcase on the far wall. Annoyed, she made a gesture and the room brightened, electric lights and computer screens springing to life. Intruders…second floor core breach… “Sanskrit, please,” Zox said firmly. “Heremus is badly injured, up to the point that I need your help.” My help. Heremus? No, please not Heremus. She dismissed the computer screen and activated its security with a wave of her hand, hoping that would be good enough. She hugged her legs as her death sense ability flared to life, searching for the presence of the death force. Immediately she gasped. A death near, recent, close. Not Heremus, but one of his guards, named Salvertak. The rawness indicated violence, but not the sharp piercing glint of a stabbing. This was blunt, a hit with an object, an object not intended for the purpose of killing. The killer… “Sanskrit.” Zox Tomana said. Sanskrit held up her hand. The killer was not a Great Being like her or Zox. The death force around him was swirling and edgy, covering him like one of the beings from the Matoran Universe. That force was hungry, unsatisfied, unlike the calm peace that surrounded her and Zox Tomana. This being had killed before, and if he did not get what he wanted, he would again. She found her hands on the keyboard, typing in a rush, putting all that in. Unit would want to know about it for his investigation. Her hands came off the keyboard. Heremus… The force of death lurked next to him, but Heremus was pushing it away. “Heremus will live,” Sanskrit said. Zox Tomana sighed. “That wasn’t why I came.” Sanskrit turned to Zox Tomana and tilted her head, refusing to give the older and wiser Great Being the satisfaction of her having to inquire of the real reason of Zox Tomana’s arrival. The two Great Beings sat in silence for several seconds, neither willing to speak. Zox is a healer. He’s here because Heremus is injured, and...”You think my Kanohi may be of use.” “I want a safety net, just in case,” Zox looked nervously out the door. While the healer in front of her was not so prone to pride like some of the other Great Beings, it was clear that he wished to inspire confidence in his ability to heal, not that he made a habit of relying on an eccentric young Great Being. However, having the Great Beings’ leader die on his watch would be far worse. Sanskrit gritted her teeth as the last traces of grogginess faded. “I would much rather be helping Unit,” she said, rocking back and forth on her knees and making her chair creak. Zox winced. “And if Heremus dies and you did nothing to stop it?” “My power can only keep him alive for a few minutes. And he isn’t dying.” “But if I don’t heal him, he soon will be.” “Then do it.” “It’s not that simple,” Zox said. “I have to do a procedure that could endanger his life more. He could tip over the edge. I need you to hold back that edge.” “Alright, Healer Tomana. I hope this goes quickly. I really want to talk to Unit.” * * * Vakama was sitting by the Sacred Fire in his room in New Atero when a white and menacing figure broke down the door with a large crash. The Turaga of Fire immediately activated his mask of concealment and jumped down to the floor as a burst of light fired over his head. He scrambled around the fire to the other side of the room, hoping to stay out of view, only for a burst of light by the door to reveal his shadow slanting across the walls. He barely managed to get out of the way before a laser split the space where his head had been just minutes before. “Give it up, old man,” the voice hissed. “The Matoran and Toa will always be under my rule.” “Never.” Vakama said, moving around the room. “We deserve a new place, a new start, away from tyrants like you.” “You know who said that to me last?” the Av-Matoran said. “A stupid Matoran named Voltex, right before I-“ He was interrupted by a vicious punch to the jawline, followed shortly by a kick in the stomach. Mazeka grabbed White One’s laser rifle and pointed it at his jaw, only for a burst of light to nearly blind him. This caused Mazeka to fire the rifle, punching a neat hole in the Av-Matoran’s armor before he countered with a laser of his own. The shockwave of the two bolts hitting echoed in the narrow corridor, causing a whole bunch of Matoran to wake up and come to the scene. But by then, the tyrant assassin had activated a teleportation device and was gone. Mazeka shivered as he accepted Toa Smoke Monster’s hand up, and heard someone in the distance mumble something about pancakes. Vakama shook his head. “We must embrace the three virtues – unity, duty, and destiny. First, unity, which means that we must all be together, not fighting among ourselves. Duty – we must not harm each other – that is not our duty to the Great Spirit. Destiny – we must embrace the destinies of ourselves, but most importantly, we must accept the destinies of others.” “Yes, Turaga,” chorused all of the Matoran in the corridor. “Good,” Vakama grumbled. “At least someone listens to me around here.” Review Topic