IC: Reliable Narrator | Onu-Metru | Vahki Response
The three began rushing across the docks towards Knichou’s airship, The squad of assembled rorzakh near the elevators fired their kanoka discs. Projectiles whizzed forward. There was no way to tell what getting hit would do. A matoran dock worker accidentally got in the flight path of a disc, quickly shrinking to the size of a teacup. Others ran for cover, hands flailing wildly in the air as they panicked.
They could see it: Knichou’s airship parked between other cargo carriers and merchant vessels. They could also see the squad of rorzakh crawling around the top of it, trying to get inside and impound the vessel before the runaway thieves could escape in it.
“Toa Nale, you are under arrest for assisting in escape,” said the squad mother as it plowed through the smoke created unknowingly by Thom. As far as the vahki were concerned, the sudden smoke cloud was Nale’s creation. Its squad’s yellow eyes glowed in the smoke, giving Nale a slight hope of tracking her pursuers. Discs flew from the vahki’s mouths into the smoke without worry of friendly fire: they could easily keep track of positioning with their onboard processing power, and they moved in an organized line to sweep the smoke cloud for Nale’s presence.
“Victim” caught the scuttling rorzakh off guard, successfully dragging it below. The disc it launched missed any useful target, instead turning a lightstone streetlamp three times its normal size before the mechanical enforcer of justice succumbed to the Dark Hunter’s aggression.
The other dark hunters seeking a way to the docks above quickly realized another chute further down the block went in the same direction. From Kanohi’s airborne perspective, he could make out a white skakdi and a strange being running away from the smoke.
IC: Reliable Narrator | Silver Sea | The Ripple
Inside The Ripple the brawl continued. The spear jabbed against the vohtarak’s underside. To Aksa’s dismay it snapped at the shaft and only increased the vohtarak’s berserk rage. It’s pincers lunged forward intent on piercing and crushing Aksa, but Morah’s spiked claws collided with the vohtarak so forcefully it flew back into a pile of crates. Righting itself, the vohtarak responded to their paired attacks by spinning up a strange circular item on its back and firing the projectile towards the closest attacker with intense speed.
Outside on the The Ripple, twilight gave way to evening in earnest as the sun finally fell below the waves. Stars glimmered in the sky, and the moon lit the deck of The Ripple as Irna clambered onto the blast ceiling. The soft pattering of rain began, and Irna found herself fighting to hold her balance with each step on the slick metal. One of the screeching red and orange vohtarak scuttled toward her, firing its spinner into the air.
Mazor’s first freeze disc whizzed across the open distance, slammed into the gunport, and filled the opening with a thick coating of ice. His plan worked! Skorm pointed out the next target with his powers, and Mazor’s disc of weakening slammed just off the mark, but close enough to make the green webbing sag with the weight of the attached catwalk. Varxii’s hold on her element finally released, and the bolts of lightning crackled out, hitting the webs despite her self-doubt. Skorm's powers over light and dark hit the impacted the same spot as Varxii's lightning. Working together, the three managed to deal enough damage to a section of webbing to send one of the catwalks spiraling toward the sea below. It splashed into the waves, disappearing from view to return moments later as nothing but driftwood and drowned visorak. Between the fires on the underside of the hull and the structural damage, the enemy airship’s direction began to change, choosing to sail toward starboard and its companion for assistance.
Zaliyah’s telepathic count revealed five visorak successfully boarded during the second barrage. A third barrage slammed into The Ripple, sacs ripping open to reveal five more as acid continued to eat away at the hull. The damage to the ship missed the propulsion and levitation systems, but it was only a matter of time.
IC: Reliable Narrator | SIlver Sea | Metru-Nui Assault Airships
As the Metru-Nui assault team chatted before arrival the island to be their theater of war came into view. It was a moderately small island compared to the matoran capitol, a stretched crescent of rocky beaches and thick jungle vines. The width of the island could easily be traversed in a few hours. The tops of three distinct temple ruins spread across the island breached the upper canopy of the trees. Their primary target was the southernmost ruin. Brutaka explained before flight;
“The Southern temple contains a communications relay tower. We’ll need to approach through the Northern jungle to disable the hau-generators instead of head on from the South as their ships will be waiting for us to try to circle the island. There will be a jump from the primary airship to secure a landing zone for the following two cargo ships we are using for this mission. Secure the northern beach zone, then march on the temple without drawing attention if possible.”
Once the island they saw in the dawn sunlight belonged to the matoran. It had been a site of contemplation and peaceful prayer offered to the Great Spirit. Now it housed blasphemers who sought to destroy everything the island stood for.
Those on the first ship -- Orieus, Iona, Skyra, and Rose among them -- couldn’t help but think back to the beginning of the war in the silver sea. When the League of Six Kingdoms had campaigned all the way to the islands at Metru-Nui’s doorstep Turaga Dume finally relented and called for drastic measures in war: killing would be forgiven in this fight. There would be no quarter. The barraki transgressed beyond the point of redemption and it was time to fight evil with evil or risk apocalypse.
“Ten minutes until jump,” called a matoran over the ship’s radio. “Move to the jump pad for preparation.”
IC: Reliable Narrator | Po-Metru
The shadows shortened and lengthened in Po-Metru before Okuo realized he was on the wrong server. Once in the right server, things began to reveal themselves. He found a current events blog by a Ga-Metru student named Vhisola. Her recent posts were asking if anyone else had noticed the increased bordakh presence around the Great Temple after the hours of prayer had been cancelled two days ago. Further probing into Metru-Nui’s darker corners of online activity revealed a murder occurred in the Great Temple two days ago, but had gone unreported. It didn’t make sense, and Okuo continued down the rabbit hole until he discovered a fan page proclaiming Toa Tuyet never went home on the same date as the murder. Of the three Toa Mangai remaining since the war began, Toa Tuyet was beloved by many for her wisdom and concern for matoran welfare. Keyword searching the online messages he could scrape from tapped government accounts, Okuo found the reason for Lhikan and Nidhiki’s imprisonment: murder.