IC: Tuara Drigton - Ta-Koro GatesTuara turned to him, keeping her voice rather low as if speaking too loud would bring the beasts to advance, "If your plan includes setting out a doormat for some of the most notorious enemies of ours, I'll save you the time. It's a bad plan."Grochi shook his head at that comment, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in irritation. Bad idea to annoy the person in charge."You're forgetting a part of the plan, however. A rather important part, and one I think you'd like quite a bit," he finished, a bit of a smirk trying to tug at the corners of his lips."Convince me then, and quickly."Grochi nodded, still resisting the smirk. For the moment."Why, miss Tuara, we're ripping that very same doormat out from under them...and all but a few of them are quite likely to drown in lava once we've done so."Tuara bit her lip, hushing her voice even further to prevent many others from hearing as well, "Look, those gates being closed isn't for them," she pointed to the shells outside, "and they aren't for us," she put a hand to her chest.She pointed to her right, to the village, "It's for them. Last thing we need is people panicking."The Toa of fire glanced carefully at the creatures, before looking back to Grochi. She quickly looked back, gazing at them."Why aren't they moving.""Because they haven't received a command to attack yet...but make no doubt, they will, soon. And first they will march, a few flying in to attack us." He stopped, his gaze drawing to the solitary creatures farther out."And if they never do, then we need only wait until they are released from their master's will...and they shall attack us then." He shook his head for a moment, clearing his thoughts before he spoke."Now, though, I think what the Matoran, the villagers, what they need the most...is evidence that we have a plan, and that we're working together...not that we're holing ourselves up and hoping to outlast some sort of siege. You know the Ta-Matoran as well as I do, if not better; they're fighters."To them, the best defence is a good offence. And if we show we think the same way, they'll follow us whole-heartedly, and that will truly make our work easier. So, Miss Tuara, if you will be seated (and remove that pompous Leftenant from my presence before I decide to attack him), then I will begin to explain it all to you."Tuara looked down, gnawing at the inside of her cheek."Alright. Walk and talk with me," Tuara motioned with her hand, already briskly stepping off, speedwalking. Her own home was less than a block away.Maybe it was time to put that contraband to good use.Or at least be prepared to."Very good," the elder Toa of Plasma remarked, following along at a brisk pace of his own, his hands at his sides - his rapier, thankfully, sheathed again."First, we wait for the first few to cross the halfway mark of the bridge. That will give us time enough that, when we drop it, the majority of them shall fall into the lava lake, burning up; any that manage to start flying, we throw grapeshot on from the catapults, to knock them back in. Are you following?"At a nod from Tuara, he continued:"Sorry, old habit. Anyways, the few that decide to start flying in at us, from above, we shall fire upon to knock them out/kill them with the disk launchers, catapults, and ballistae that we still have, whilst raising the bridge again; we shall send a vanguard force of volunteer Toa of Iron, Magnetism, and Gravity to rend the Rahkshi that are still out there, and keep them occupied, as the guards who are left lead the Matoran to the beach. I do believe there are a few ships still docked, correct?"Tuara nearly kicked open the door to her house, letting it swing wildly into the wall. She ran to the supply closet and threw that open too.She reached in, gripping a bag.Tuara pulled it out and started for the door again. Upon reaching the street she started to rummage through the bag, picking out the things Joske Nimil had stolen. First thing that started to be put on were the bracers as she started walking again."Last I heard there were some boats. But where are we going to go? There's too much overfill to put into the other Koros, assuming they'd even be alright with taking us in."She hit her closed fists together, the protosteel clashing; sparks flying wildly."Assuming the exact thing isn't happening to them too."Tuara slowed her pace, and sort of skipped as she put the shin guards and boot attachments onto each respective leg and foot."There are places. Farther North, in the deserts of Po-Wahi...in Ko-Wahi's wastes, in Le-Wahi's jungle. We can hide as we need...and whoever wishes to volunteer can come and help storm Kini-Nui, like in the old stories. Because make no mistake, there has to be somebody down there, to prompt Makuta to do this...he wouldn't do this willy-nilly." The Toa of Plasma turned again, looking out to the Rahkshi far off, frowning."I give us about three hours to make final our preparations. We haven't long to prepare, and never have we had such an impetus to ready for battle...We must move quickly. So now I need to know, Tuara, will you follow with my plan, or have you another, better, in mind?"Tuara skittered the toes of her new boots on the stone ground as she walked, more sparks flipping about. They fit rather well. It was good things Joske and her were similar size. "What makes you think that there's somebody down there?" Last, she reached into the bag, pulling out a thin protosteel rod, rather short in length. "If there is then perhaps you're right, and this is an act of final vengeance. Maybe he does just want us all dead."She tossed the burlap sack aside and clicked the stick, causing it to extend fully. Drigton recalled that Joske had caused it to glow red-hot before effortlessly running it through a small boulder. "Unless of course Makuta has been put into a position he'd rather not to be in, holding the beasts at the gates of Ta-Koro in response; still not attacking."If you ask me Tuara, this is how I would threaten an intruder.Her eyes lit up.Joske!That was the plan right? Help six Matoran out by opening some secret passage? A secret passage could be rather broad, but a secret passage for secret Matoran at the center of the island; the same place the Mata were said to have been last seen...And the light! She had seen it! The middle of Mata-Nui, shining brighter than the sun.Dren, what if it's Joske?!Then it's time to pray to the gods that Hotshot is gonna pull off whatever it was he planned. Because right now, things are not looking so good.Were the situation not so dire, the ex-Guardswoman would've beamed widely.She spun the staff carefully, clicking it again to make it smaller as she and Grochi continued, their pace suddenly quickened, "I will help you with your plan in any way I can," they were almost to the gate now. "But with caution. We must not invite them to take action," she looked Grochi in the eye, her head tilting down a little so her eyes angled upwards at him. A pointed finger, "Do you understand me.""Tuara, I'm a former criminal and Makuta worshipper looking to make up for his older, evil ways with a method that doesn't require life in prison. You think I would deliberately provoke them?"Tuara smirked, reaching the iron gates, all suited up, in addition to the blades and returning throwing disk on her back that she usually held, "I knew you were smart," she finished smiling as she turned to look outside the gates, catching the eye of something she was not expecting, or wanting to see. Not ever, but especially now.