Lenat- Ga-koro
IC: "Its only a carcass if it stinks." He replied, the well rehearsed banter rolled off his tongue easily. He didn't even look up as he manipulated the intricate magnetic fields to unscrew and pull apart a joint.
"They may have come from Makuta but they are still amazing pieces of machinery. Imagine if I could make something that Matoran could ride in out of these." His eyes looked at the Matoran, looking almost as if he were looking over the top of nonexistent glasses. "And how goes the oppression of the criminal parts of society?"
His words may have been a bit harsh, but they were had an undertone of jest to them that could not have been mistaken for anything else.
When the other two being walked through the door he deactivated his gloves and stood.
"Ah, customers. What brings you here thins fine day?"
IC: Zacax"I wouldn't blame him, me and my apprentice are about to tinker with some of the Rahkshi armor as well," Zacax admitted, "Anyway, I was trying to see if he could help me and my apprentice out with a weapon,"
OOC: Skyra from Le-Wahi
IC: Skyra - Ga-wahi Beach -
I went to the one place Tillian was pretty much born at, the beach. I strolled down the beachhead, ignore the squirms of the bear cub in my grasp, he'd never escape it.
It was surprising easy to find the surf rat, he was talking with some Le-Toa, she seemed familiar somehow...but I didn't quite place it at first, I was more concerned about the bear trying to bite my fingers.
"Hey Tillian...I don't mean to interrupt but...is this thing yours?"
IC: VoutokVoutok turned his attention to the Vortixx. He nodded to the Toa to show he acknowledged his presence."Oh quite well, actually. It's been oddly quiet this week...or maybe that's just your headset working very well for me." Voutok smirked and tapped on the left ear of his headset.When the Vortixx addressed the customer, Voutok beat the Toa to speaking to get another liner in "Basically, he's come to discuss something involving the further tinkering or dead mechanical children." Voutok ushered the Toa ahead of him toward the counter then took his place against a side wall, glancing about the room and out the door in a nonchalant fashion.Lenat- Ga-koro IC: "Its only a carcass if it stinks." He replied, the well rehearsed banter rolled off his tongue easily. He didn't even look up as he manipulated the intricate magnetic fields to unscrew and pull apart a joint. "They may have come from Makuta but they are still amazing pieces of machinery. Imagine if I could make something that Matoran could ride in out of these." His eyes looked at the Matoran, looking almost as if he were looking over the top of nonexistent glasses. "And how goes the oppression of the criminal parts of society?" His words may have been a bit harsh, but they were had an undertone of jest to them that could not have been mistaken for anything else.
IC:
"Yeah, um...don't...worry about it, I guess," Tillian mumbled, the plague of awkward having struck him as well after Liara's "gee whiz, sorry your house and all your possessions burned" moment. "I miss having you around. Bestie."
"Yeah, well, it's been boring as Karzahni here without you. And that piraka Hahli won't give me a discount on my coffee."
"What a cha. I smuggled some from Le-Koro if you want a pirated cup," Tillian offered with a playful wink, taking Liara's hands in his and kicking the surfboard over to his front door. "You look like you could use it."
"Ah, sure. I kinda need to get these," She held up the small bag of meds in her hands. "Back to my house, though. They don't like too much time in the sun."
"Sounds good. I'll be your escort. Protect you from any single patients suffering from the thirst."
The grin came back, that classic Tillian grin that couldn't be faked or mimicked. And then yelling, and growling, and--
"That's my bear!"
-Tyler
IC: Treize
"You'll be in the cabin next to Beynii's," she continued, gesturing for the newcomer to head down the stairs. "Her door will be noticeable, so don't worry if you get it wrong."
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Kotaran nodded, mumbled an "Aye ma'am., stowing his bags in the cabin and then returning to the ship's captain.
"Anything else, Ma'am? If you'd like some rest then I'd would be fine with taking watch duty."
IC: Treize
"No," she replied. "I'm fine like this."
Lenat- Ga-koro
IC: "A weapon huh? That happens to be one of the things I'm good at. What kind of weapon do you need?"
IC: Treize
"No," she replied. "I'm fine like this."
IC: Kotaran~
Your tone o' voice doesn't say that, but then you are my commanding officer, he thought. No questioning orders, at least no questioning ones that aren't in anyway immoral or nonsensical.
"Well, if ya have mo other order then I guess I'll be turning in for the night, Ma'am."
IC: Treize
Treize nodded, returning to stare at the waters.
"Goodnight."
IC: Zacax"The blueprints are back at my shop. I needed the aid of a Vortixx to help make possible," Zacax said, "We can make the blade, but combing the fire arm and the blad is a challenge as I have never done it before. Its a Gunblade, possibly two if we have enough materiels," Zacax said
Lenat- Ga-koro
IC: Gathering up his tools in a small bag, the Vortixx walked to the door and got ready to follow the pair.
"Would you like to come with us, Voutok. I would hate to cut off our conversation like this."
IC: VoutokThe De-Matoran shrugged. "Eh, sure, why not. I mean, Captain Iraira would want me to investigate "anomalies" on my patrols, and what's more anomalous than a sword that shoots projectiles? I mean, come on, what's next? Guns that shoot swords? Robot suits made from insect parts?" The De-Matoran moved away from the wall and joined the Vortixx and Toa.
IC: Zacax"Frankly I think we need to be upgrading our weapons. Even if Makuta is dead who knows what else lurks down there? What if some monster comes up?" Zacax said as he lead the two over his shop, "My apprentice will be coming with the Rahkshi supplies later but I will at least show you the designs,"
Lenat- Ga-koro
IC: "A gun that shot swords would be just silly. Spikes on the other hand would be rather effective. There is a reason we use arrows for bows after all."
Arriving at the house, he waited for his client to bring out the blueprints.
IC: Voutok"And a robot suit made from insect parts isn't silly? Just what have you been doing with those Rahkshi parts, anyway?" Voutok replied jokingly as he waited for the Toa to show Lenat the blueprints.
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OOC
Somebody stop him before he escapes. I'm pushing limits as it is.
IC: Treize
Treize, even in her rather tired state, managed to quickly notice the Toa attempting to escape on a skiff. Somehow he had managed to disable several of her fellow guards in the process, which was rather ... disheartening, especially when they were supposed to be well-trained and able to fight beings of greater strength than them.
"Actually, new order. Man the launchers."
Taking the helm, the captain set sail, the brig speeding towards the tiny skiff.
IC: ZacaxZacax went back into the small forge and workshop and grabbed the blueprints and presented them to the two. It appeared to have the same aspect of a rifle, though there was a blade that came from where the grip was, as well as a the handle given a function shift angles. "I call it, the Maiden Voyage, mainly because this is the first design," Zacax said,IC: Helsina"Oi," a female voice said. Immediately Verak would find a spear like weapon at his throat, in the hands of the beautiful Helsina. It had been a while since he came out of hiding, having survived that Mercenary island, "This so happens to be ship I'm taking,"
Lenat- Ga-koro
IC: The Vortixx looked at the blueprints for several minutes before taking a stick of charcoal from his bag and making several adjustments. An extra few degrees here, a gear there. Letting out a sigh, he stood back and spoke.
"The overall design is solid, only a few tweaks here and there. You are going to need to provide the gun for it since I don't think anyone on the island including me, can make one from scratch yet. Other then that, I should have no problems with it. I hope you don't mind if I copy the designs. You can consider it part of the payment."
IC: Zacax"Well, I could try to copy the design of my apprentice'a fire arm and modify it, but sure," Zacax said as he reached out his hand, "Deal,"
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IC: Celite (Naho Bay, near the waterfall)She was sitting next to the KauKau-shaped waterfall cliff. A strange blue-and-white Turaga that had turned Ga-Koro into her home. Occasionally, The Turaga of Lightning would dip her non-staffed hand into the water and concentrate, channelling her minute elemental power into tiny electric bolts which were strong enought to kill a small fish Rahi at first, but the powr dispersed as it travelled further into the river. After trying for the fifteenth time, Celite sighed."Even now, when it's been years since I changed, I still cannot get used to having so little power." She chuckled under her breath, remembering the days back when she was able to freely control the lightning and fry anyone who stood in her way or refused to pay her. But that was long past now; in fact, she had still not found closure on how much she lost when she gave up her Toa Power. She hadn't expected to become quite so weak. In retrospect, it seemed unlikely that anyone could fully understand how it felt unless they went through it themselves. Still, she had bigger plans right now. She'd always wanted to found a village of Lightning, but as she was now almost entirely out of work due to a lack of translation needs, she would have to use other means. Her recently-purchased home in Ga-Koro had let her learn many interesting things, among them the new 'Akiri' system that had been introduced before she arrived. It seemed quite alien to her, the idea that Matoran would lead themselves. It was alien, and she wanted to correct it. Slowly, she walked towards the Koro, her staff being used as support as she walked. Apparently her posture was not as good as she thought.It took her quite some time when she finally made it to the fortified gates of the Koro. Apparently it had not always been this way, but relations between the Koros was anything but great now and 'outsiders' were considered a risk - even if they were a mere Turaga like herself. This overt caution would make her plans quite difficult to pull off, but it still seemed easier than convincing others to build a new home.
Once bid inside upon explaining she lived in the village, She began making her way towards one of the lilly-huts, specifically the one she owned and called home.OOC: Celite open for interaction.
IC: Treize
Treize sighed. "Thought I'd miss. Well then ..."
She moved to one of the ship's launchers, and began firing down at the Toa.
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IC: Treize
"So you're fast, eh?" muttered Treize, switching to the disk launchers. "This would be a good time for Hahli to approve my request for potato launchers, but ..."
She began firing.
"Disks are good enough."
IC: Airas
Now then, where is Zac's shop.
I walk up to a building that says ZACAX FORGE
Looks like the place.
"Here you go"
I drop 2 or 3 pieces of Rahkshi armor on the table.
"I think thats all me need to run tests."
"And who is this guy?"
IC: Voutok"Your apprentice, I assume?" Voutok said as the new arrival delivered what Voutok could tell were Rahkshi parts."Voutok, Ga-Koro Marines. The Vortixx is Lenat, a Vortixx engineer. Your boss—I assume, by the sign, 'Zacax'—has sought him to aid in your 'gunblade' idea-"Due to his headset being on the "2" setting since arriving in the Toa's store, the sound of distant cannon shots was clear as day. Voutok briefly excused himself out of the store and looked toward the docks, where he saw in the distance a little skiff trying to dodge cannon fire from a significantly larger ship. He recognized the general style and shape of the one piloting the Skiff: the Marines had arrested him before awhile back and Voutok lost the coin toss with another Recruit to decide who would do the paperwork.With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, he entered the house and turned to Lenat with a solemn tone. "Ugh...THIS loon again. I'm sorry to depart so soon, but I need to take care of this. Lenat? Got a spare crossbow on you? Rookies are kind of low-priority for getting the gear you send in, and I'm going to need a ranged weapon to deal with that outside." Voutok pointed to the fleeing offshore skiff.
IC: Arias
"I could just shoot him with the flare gun. Or would you like to keep this marine only?"
IC Faori:
The Cowrie rocked gently in the calm waters of Naho Bay. The sun blazed; the water gleamed like sapphires. Another perfect day.
Balanced on the creaking bow, leaning out with one hand clinging to the boom, Faori watched the water intently. Adjusting her grip on the harpoon she held in her right hand, she remained almost motionless, save for the calm motion of the boat upon the water. Ruki fish were fast, and a blink could mean she'd miss one.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash beneath the boat. Without even needing to think, Faori's arm lunged forward, propelling the harpoon straight at the fleeing Rahi. The point made contact, and Faori quickly pulled the harpoon back. On the end was a struggling, and very, very tiny, Ruki fish. Faori sighed, tossing the fish into the woven basket in the Cowrie's stern. One tiny fish, after a whole day's bad luck.
Looking out across the water, she smiled. Today wasn't a day for work anyway. Barely breaking the surface, Faori slipped gently into the warm embrace of the bay, and floated on her back, smiling up at the sun. The only sounds were of sea-birds, and the water gently lapping against the side of the boat.
IC: Voutok"I was thinking more along the lines of 'shoot out the sail to slow him sown to be boarded so Marines can re-arrest him.' Well, more like re-re-re-re-arrest him. If your flare gun has that long rangeI'm estimating that skiff is a good several bios away nowand you've got good enough aim, please take a few shots at the sail and mast. Either way, Lenat, I'm going to need one of your crossbows, and Mr. Zacax, if you are able and willing, I'd like for you to help light some of the bolts before I fire them, to help burn out the sails and whatnot."
IC: Celite
The Vo-Turaga made her way to the edge of her lilly-hut and looked at her reflection in the water. Her Rau rippled as she gazed at herself. She was not entirely fond of her newfound home, but she was sure something could be made of it eventually if only she could take control of the Matoran. She looked into the sky, using both hands on her staff to keep her supported. After a while she felt like she needed energy, and began slowly walking through the town - occasionally shocking any Ga-Matoran that came too close, and laughing under her breath.
IC: Arias
"Sounds like a plan"
I did a quick bit of mental math. I would need to be closer.
"I can light the bolts. All I need is to get in range and I could get a few shots off."
OOC: A really big thanks has to go out to Nuju Metru for allowing me to change Vrana's species and continue him in the game.
IC: Vrana
A black shape swooped over the village, moving with easy through the air. But he couldn't feel it as he had before, the connection he felt once with the skies above was gone. It took the mask upon his face to fly now, no longer needing to feel the air around him moving to find current to ease his flight. It was freeing, he was under his own will and the wind currents did not bind him, but it felt so cold, so lifeless and disconnected. It would take a long time to get accustomed to, but he knew he had little choice.
His black armored form slowly lowered itself down onto the ground in a village street, his landing a very rough one as he lost his balance nearing the end, causing him to crash face-first. He couldn't understand how anyone could ever reach skill in the air with such a bizarre way of flying, but he would find a way. Nothing would be permitted to slow him down.
Though being a Toa did come with one interesting aspect he had never really thought of.and one he had spent countless hours playing around with. He could control plants, not very well, but he could reach out and guide them as he wished. it was a strange sense of power, but one that he couldn't say he didn't enjoy.
The hardest part had to be getting used to cooked food, and vegetation. It was fun to control but the taste of it was just plain foul. Fruits though, he liked the taste of. The sweet ones were a pleasant new surprise, and an almost welcome taste after a life of raw meat. But there was still the desire to hunt, and he was doing his best to hold it at bay.
As he rose to his feet, he took a look around the village of water for the first time since his bizarre change. Vrana, Toa of the Green, had arrived.
IC: Cadias
Cadias sat, eyes half-closed, leaning against a hut. It was a warm, sunny day, and he had nothing to do. It was a liberating feeling, really. Rebuilding the village after the Rahkshi attack had been hard work. Of course, the widgets in his pocket more than made up for his efforts. It was nice to have money again.
As he squinted up into the bright sun, a sudden idea struck him. After some searching, he found his pair of what he had dubbed 'sunglasses,' glasses formed from thin chips of obsidian that helped block the sun's rays. With a smile, he remembered the people he'd gone with to have the things made. Now that had been an adventure.
And, as he remembered times gone by, a strange-looking Toa crashed to earth not far in front of him.
He stood up, concerned. When the being stood up, unharmed, he couldn't help but chuckle. "You should be more careful," he said, taking off the glasses to get a better look at the person. "You're going to hu-..." He paused midsentence. "If you don't mind my saying so, you look a lot like somebody I used to know."
IC: Celite
The Vo-Turaga made her way to the edge of her lilly-hut and looked at her reflection in the water. Her Rau rippled as she gazed at herself. She was not entirely fond of her newfound home, but she was sure something could be made of it eventually if only she could take control of the Matoran. She looked into the sky, using both hands on her staff to keep her supported. After a while she felt like she needed energy, and began slowly walking through the town - occasionally shocking any Ga-Matoran that came too close, and laughing under her breath.
IC:After a few moments, Celite noticed something strange. Her powers had ceased to chock those near her. They were functioning, but there was no effect.
A cloaked being stood behind her, unseen face watching impassively.
"Don't do that."
IC: CeliteThe Turaga came to a halt, and didn't so much as turn to face the newcomer."They are in my way." She said, closing her eyes to emphasise smugness. "And I have no time to let annoying Matoran with no respect for their elders prevent me from going where I need be."She couldn't help but admit to herself that whoever the adversary that she still refused to look at was, they must have something of interest to be able to nullify her abilities."Is there anything ELSE you want from me?" There was a distinct coldness in her voice there. Perhaps in her younger days she would have happily engaged in a fight to steal whatever the adversary had, but as she was now she was just too weak and would have to 'win' this battle solely with words. "...And who are you to order me around, in any case?"
IC: Vrana
Two ghostly white eyes turned towards the person talking. He knew that voice, that he was quite certain of, but for some reason he just couldn't remember exactly who it belonged to. As soon as they caught a glimpse of the Toa of plasma, he knew exactly who was commenting upon his tumble. It was Cadias, the Toa who had ended up horribly burning him, and one of the closest things he had to a friend.
As he was about to inform the chuckling, laid back sunglasses wearing Toa of his identity, a small thought passed through his mind. He knew he had to do it, it would be an opportunity he would not have again. He squinted, looking towards Cadias, acting as though he couldn't make out the person we was speaking to.
It was at this time that he was happy his voice had changed along with everything else. It was a bit deeper than before, and would give him just enough of an edge in this plan. "No, I don't mind at all. I get that a lot, but maybe I actually have seen you before. Hold on just a moment, the sun is in my eyes."
Reaching into his armor, he pulled out his own pair of sunglasses, created so long ago by Navayak. They were covered in dust and smudged, due to never using them, but the design was easily recognizable to someone who had a near identical pair upon their face.
IC: Zacax"Yes I will," Zacax replied as he tossed out his katana blades.
IC:"Your actions constitute assault. They are not in your way, they are going about their day. And I would not move aside for an arrogant Turaga either.""Cease your behavior."