Corpus Rahkshi

IC: Stronghold/Lighthouse

I fired a Rhotuka at the plant one's head, intend to knock him out. I immediately hid in Kat's spot after firing. I was the last to show myself and neither of them saw me, so I had stealth and surprise on my side. 

IC: Era - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

I gave my whip a sharp tug, and the razor-sharp blades lining its links shredded the vine with ease.

He didn't end up dragging it anywhere at all....

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IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

The vine rahk didn't have any run-up to build momentum, so his swing wasn't particularly fast. I caught his feet in my hands, ignoring the mild discomfort of te thorns digging into my palms. 

Grinning wickedly, I pushed his feet sideways with all the force I could muster, trying to send him into an uncontrollable spin.

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

Well, 'twas not according to plan. The world span around him as the Vacuum Rahkshi sent him spinning off. He tried to halt his spin with his second vine, but alas, it had broken! His heroic leap had quickly turned into an inglorious twirl, though by this simple twist of fate, he avoided the spinner.

He allowed the vine to slip from his hand before he had progressed too far, but the brief trip had left him disoriented and slightly dizzy. He made a quick spin to get his bearings, holding his staff out to intercept that which 'twould. Which so happened to be the face of his striped foe, still near him after the failed assault.

IC Kat:

I stepped back.

Besides the lack of desire to gang up on one rahk to simply incapacitate him, I also knew that too many fighters was a bad thing. A lesson Exxan had come dangerously close to learning the hard way.

IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse). 

I whipped up my arm, sending a blast of air out of my armour that cushioned the impact of his blow. Shoving the weapon aside, I stepped in close and sent a blast of air right towards his face.

As I did, I saw a flash of silver as Era's whip swung towards his legs trying once more to entangle them. 

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

He instinctively ducked away from the blast of air, putting himself low to the ground. As his striped foe pushed away his staff, he continued the motion, building up momentum in a quick twirl to bring the other end around. As he did, he heard the telltale rattle of the yellow one's chain. If she was true to form, 'twould be aiming to impede his legs.

With a sudden thrust, Root sprang upwards, leaping over the chain and bringing the blunt, thorn-covered end of his staff up with great speed and force towards the Rahkshi of Vacuum's chin.

Just attempt to blow that away, fiend!

IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse). 

Seeing my foe jump over Era chain, I started moving backwards to avoid it, which gave me the room needed to evade the staff the enemy rahk swung at my head. I backed off a few steps, watching as Era pulled her whip back into her hand.

The injured rahk was still lying face-down on the floor, and that gave me an idea. 

"Stop!" I shouted at Root, "Surrender now, or your friend will pay for it." 

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

He stopped and stepped away from his foes. His breath came in great gasps, and the use of his power combined with the exertion was wearing on him. But still his body nearly quivered with the energy of a battle of good and evil! He would not falter as these villains stand!

But there was his poor accomplice, beaten and broken upon the ground. Shield's back was torn and he appeared to be unconscious, from what devilry Root could not dare to imagine.

"H-he has p-p-paid enough, m-methinks," said Root, softly. "W-we h-have what w-we c-c-came f-for. I w-would ask y-you t-t-to allow us to d-d-depart in p-peace, though y-your w-w-word is v-void."

IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" I snapped, one hand resting on the hilt of my sword. "You're an enemy scout. I'm not going to let you walk free after everything you've seen. Throw down your weapons, then we'll tie you up and then the two of you can spend the rest of this assignment somewhere nice and quiet." 

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

"Very w-well," Root replied, and he took one slow step forward. Another soon followed, and another, and his staff twirled at the ready by his side. "A h-h-hero n-never s-surrenders," he recited.

His loyal companion was bleeding out on the ground, and there could be far more severe injuries left unattended. Root had read enough books on herbal medicines to provide relief, though he knew his aid may not be sufficient. The only way to save Shield would be to fight his way out of this lair.

"H-have y-you no h-honor?" Root asked accusingly. "Send f-f-forth y-your choice w-warrior that w-we may d-d-duel f-for this one's l-life."

These villains had proved themselves unworthy of such a trust, but 'twas worth a try.

IC: Era - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

This guy wasn't going to back down, and clearly neither was Exxan.

Neither of them were looking in my direction, so I fired a concentrated pulse of sonic energy at the "heroic" Rahkshi's head. In my world, it was a violent, turbulent blast of raw power, but in theirs, it was nothing but a slight, shimmering ripple in the air. 

He'd never see it coming. 

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)
 
His answer did not come in words. 'Twas not to be found in a readying of weapons or a step to the side. It came as a burst of pure agony, fired from places unseen. He had been a fool to believe such villains were capable of honorable combat.

His armor quivered and shook, threatening to burst apart at the blast. Everything went black for a moment, then he found himself on the ground. An utterly inappropriate position for one such as him. And he could not leave Shield at the mercy of these fiends. His limbs, their strength suddenly depleted, shook as he attempted to push himself up. But he would not get far. He was defeated.

His voice was hoarse and slurred through the increased stuttering. "P-p-p-please," he groaned. "Up-p-p-pon m-m-my w-w-w-word, l-l-let m-me t-t-t-take h-him... and... I w-w-w-will r-r-return. M-m-m-my w-w-w-word is f-f-far b-b-b-better than y-y-y-your own."

IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

"I'm sorry, but that's just not going to happen. Thanks, by the way." I flashed Era an appreciative smile. "Your friend isn't going to die, and neither will you so long as you cooperate."

IC: Shield
Shield attempted to pull himself up, his arms still shaking. His faceplate had a pained expression on it.

IC: Rider
Rider simply shook his head. "Does it matter?"

IC: Era - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

I looked down at the struggling Rahkshi and slowly shook my head, a wordless warning for him to stay exactly where he was.

IC: Shield

Shield gritted his fangs as he looked at his captor above. He wanted to get up and fight her, but his head was already in agony. Instead, he slid his hand out of his shield and pushed it towards her, a sign of surrender.

IC: Sidonas - Visorak

"Recoil? Do you see any more besides the one? If not I think we can take a lone Rahk down. Mind passing me the gauntlet?" Sidonas whispered, grabbing onto a branch tighter to adjust himself. One target? Easy. Unfortunately for Sidonas, that target was Cao.

IC: Era - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

"What do we do with them now?" I asked, kicking the downed Rahks' shield to the side, out of his reach. "Kat?"

IC: Jayar / Malebranche

So this was Grossh. Jayar nodded to the golden smith and took a seat.

He proceeded to examine the vast array of delicacies on the table before him. After a moment he gave up trying to choose - how should he know anything about food? All his life he'd eaten nothing but Refectory slop - and randomly selected a sort of pastry thing.

It was like nothing Jayar had ever tasted, exploding with actual flavor which he had no way to really describe. He knew of words which referenced taste, but had no way to connect the definitions to the sensations. It would have to suffice to leave it as delicious, and savor it.

He paused a moment in his eating after the first bite to write in his notebook, reading the words aloud for Hoto's benefit, We thank you for bringing us here. The food is incredible! He skipped a line and continued, Unfortunately Era - who can speak Matoran - is not with us here, and we are incapable of speaking the language ourselves. So we'll have to talk to you in writing.

He turned to Hoto. "Anything you want me to add?"

IC: Recoil

Recoil tossed him the gauntlet, and loaded her own launcher.

IC: Nightmare, Hallway

Nightmare continued to walk through the Halls, when he found a Gym, and a Rahkshi inside Playing an Organ, he walked over, something was off about the Organ, it was made out of the Gym! He Said "Hello sir," He was Bright, and a White and Gold Color, Anger Variation? this Rahkshi was Much Taller than Nightmare "My Name is Nightmare," ​He said, then returning to his Fascination with that Organ "How is this Instrument Made out of the Floor?"  

OOC: That' Vlad sir Johnrahk

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

He could do naught but watch with a grimace as Shield struggled, only to fall as well. Neither of them had the strength to resist. 'Twould not be an honorable battle, but perhaps it could be a daring escape.

He tossed his staff at the feet of his captors. 'Twas merely an extended reach to one such as he. His true weapons covered his carapace in an emerald sheen, and they would be far more difficult to remove bodily. He would need them to aid Shield, as well as for whatever adventures may befall them.

"I... s-submit m-m-m-myself t-t-to y-y-you," he humbly declared.

IC: Hoto - Malebranche

She jumped a little at the mention of her name, and wildly looked around until her focus settled on Jayar. "What?... oh, n-n-no, I'm okay," she muttered.

Her hands remained clasped in her lap, not daring to reach for any of the incredible smells, though nearly every other part of her body was in nervous motion. The furious clicking of her joints echoed through the hall.

IC: Bullseye/Halls

"Yes it matters, since I'm a friend. And if you're looking for your other friends, Toxin and Revenge have lfet to uncover Revenge's weapons, the remains of Toxin's suit, and perhaps your weapons."

IC: Rider

"Isn't that great? Now Revenge gets a chance to be killed too! How fun! My only real friend murdered! Great!" Rider snapped.

IC: Shield

Shield looked up with spite at Era. "Maybe, you'll leave us alone." His hearing was back, but he needed time before he could try to escape.

IC: Bullseye/Halls >>> Refectory

I had had enough of people shouting at me for one day.

"Y'know what forget it. If you don't want my help, then I'll just take my leave. I have to go and find Metal anyways."

I left to the refectory, where I found Metal.

"So how's the sign?"

IC Kakarahk:

"Nope. I've been looking for him too, to sign up for the show. We can look together!"

IC Kat:

I grimaced. Situations like this were never fun. The smaller one was bleeding pretty badly, his suit wouldn't be able to move much pretty soon.

"Hard to say. Clean his wounds, Makuta knows how much suit infections suck... Then tie him up. Keep him seperate from the other one." I said, indicating Shield.

I stepped over to Root. "As for you, hero-guy, I'm afraid we're gonna have to get you outta all that greenery."

IC: Shield

"But he's a Bomaurahk! That would be like ripping out someone's limbs!" Shield protested.

IC Kat:

"Yeah, well we can't have him growing his own escape tools," I said, leaning to scoop up his staff.

I gave it an experimental whirl.

"Nice balance on this thing."

I handed it off to Exxan.

"You know, hero-guy, under most other circumstances, I'd have gladly taken you up on that one on one. We'll definitely have to do that once we all get back to Corpus."

IC: Shield

Shield wanted to defeat that sound wielding villain, but he kept that to himself. He felt bad for failing Root like that.

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

He had his own arguments, but he only humbly bowed his head. They were determined to add insult to injury. But why would they not remove the tools that had served him so well in combat?

The Turahk was defiling his weapon with her filthy, fiendish hands. Such a villain was unworthy of handling a tool that served the greater good! He glared back up at her. "Y-y-you have p-p-proven y-yourselves t-t-to b-be f-f-far b-b-below honor," he spat. "I w-w-would not honor y-you w-w-with a d-d-duel. Y-you have h-had y-your chance."

But his tone softened, and he stooped once more. "B-b-but p-please... I... I c-c-can h-help him. M-my p-p-power c-c-can be used f-f-for h-healing."

IC Kat: "honor? Honor is something for one on one fights. For doing the right thing in your day to day life." I looked at him sympathetically. "And much as I don't like it... Honor has no place on the battlefield."

"Feel free to help your friend. But keep it brief." I said, keeping careful eye on the leafy Rahk.

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

"H-honor is not t-t-to b-be set aside f-f-for w-when it is needed m-most. 'Tis w-with y-y-you always, or n-not at all."

With those words, he carefully pushed himself up and stumbled directly to Shield's side. He liked to think he was honorable; he would not attack while he had sworn to only assist. His practiced hands quickly found the required plants and poured energy into them. Pods filled with a numbing salve, a seemingly tender vine with its hardened bulb at the tip. With tools in hand, he set to work.

Shield's injuries were brutal. They made Root sick, not only because of the wounds, but also the thought that he had led his companion into this trap, only for both to be defeated. 'Twas a pity Shield was awake now. His wounds would need to be stitched, but that was what the salve was for.

Root set a calming hand on Shield's back. "I w-will b-b-but c-clean the w-wound, now. The p-pain w-will c-c-come later." He reached back to grow a water bulb, then slowly crushed it over Shield. The water ran over his back, cleaning and cooling. Next came the salve. Root's hands tingled as he crushed the pods and rubbed the innards over them. Then he pressed his hands to the cut, rubbing in the salve to the surrounding area.

"B-b-brace y-yourself," Root whispered as he readied the makeshift needle and thread. The salve would do much to dampen the pain, but 'twould still be uncomfortable. As he carefully worked, he whispered once more, "W-what m-more n-needs m-my attention?"

IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

"Okay, we need to find something to tie them up with," I suggested, "then we should lock them up somewhere where they can't be seen or heard." I started wandering the building, and soon found a trapdoor leaning down to what looked to be some kind of cellar. 

It was cold and damp, and the thick stone walls were solid and secure. The room itself was empty, so there'd be nothing they could use to help themselves escape. I closed the heavy stone trapdoor behind me and let out a shout, then opened it back up again and looked around. Era was looking quizzically in my direction, but none of the others had heard anything. 

It was perfect. "We can lock them up down here." I climbed out of the cellar and rejoined the others. 

IC: Shield

"It was just that." Shield said, bracing for the pain.

IC: Root - Backstab Base (Team Doublecross)

His hands moved swiftly and surely across the wound, and soon it was as sealed as it was going to get. The medicines would assist the healing, but Shield would not be adventuring for a while.

With task completed, Root sat back wearily by his companion's side. Their destiny seemed fixed. 'Twould be one of darkness and captivity until the assignment was ended, unless he could effect a daring escape with few tools and an injured Rahkshi.

"Thank y-you," Root sighed. "'Tis f-finished."

IC: Shield

It hurt, but he was grateful. "Thank you." 

IC Kat:

Right then, onto the part I'd most likely hate myself for.

"Don't suppose you two can tell us anything about the defenses back at your own base, could you...?"

IC: Exxan - Team Backstab (Farsholt Village Lighthouse).

I only had one question for them. "Who's leading your team?""

IC: Shield

"We wouldn't tell you, you're villains!"