Komariak slides to the ground, carrying a skakdi in an ice cube. "Hey, can one of you make a jail?" A Vo-toa follows via Kadin.
Cetalia smirks. "A jail? More like a prison." She says, pausing. In conjunction with Avohterax, a small cell, barely enough to fit one Matoran, let alone a Skakdi (yet a Skakdi could still fit...just couldn't move), made out of pure light and psionic energy forms.
Komariak slides to the ground, carrying a skakdi in an ice cube. "Hey, can one of you make a jail?" A Vo-toa follows via Kadin.
Cetalia smirks. "A jail? More like a prison." She says, pausing. In conjunction with Avohterax, a small cell, barely enough to fit one Matoran, let alone a Skakdi (yet a Skakdi could still fit...just couldn't move), made out of pure light and psionic energy forms.
Vrasur lands. "Uhh, we said jail, not torture cell."
Cetalia smirks. "A jail? More like a prison." She says, pausing. In conjunction with Avohterax, a small cell, barely enough to fit one Matoran, let alone a Skakdi (yet a Skakdi could still fit...just couldn't move), made out of pure light and psionic energy forms.
Vrasur lands. "Uhh, we said jail, not torture cell."
Avohterax sticks his tongue out at Cetalia. "Told you!" He readjusts the light bars, and begrudgingly, so does Cetalia.
Avohterax sticks his tongue out at Cetalia. "Told you!" He readjusts the light bars, and begrudgingly, so does Cetalia.
Vrasur lifts the Skakdi in. "Is there a way you can keep him from using his eyebeams on people?"
"Not without turning his mind into a mushroom. Which I can do." Cetalia remarks, pleading to Avohterax whom discretely asks Vrasur by making a light hologram appear above him in the words.
Fenoraknh is practically clinging to the Main Power Reactor Core.
Prestixx continues glaring.
Felur attempts to move Fenoraknh by showing him the GBtech repair beam devices.
Oviron licks his lips.
Fenoraknh snorts. "You could easily replace those with Quasar Scrins. They are far more versatile, potent and smaller so you could do other stuff in here." He pauses, before pulling out a small orb out of nowhere. "Tada!" She says, the orb radiating power. Neutral power.
Vrasur lifts the Skakdi in. "Is there a way you can keep him from using his eyebeams on people?"
"Not without turning his mind into a mushroom. Which I can do." Cetalia remarks, pleading to Avohterax whom discretely asks Vrasur by making a light hologram appear above him in the words.
"Can't you just set up a loop on the psionics bars that deactivates his eyebeams whenever he tries to use them?" OOC: What words?
Felur attempts to move Fenoraknh by showing him the GBtech repair beam devices.
Oviron licks his lips.
Fenoraknh snorts. "You could easily replace those with Quasar Scrins. They are far more versatile, potent and smaller so you could do other stuff in here." He pauses, before pulling out a small orb out of nowhere. "Tada!" She says, the orb radiating power. Neutral power.
Prestixx doesn't really move.
"I mean, these work fine and I already know how to use them. They're plenty small enough for what I need. Er... Do you want to see the main gun?"
Two skrall, one cloaked, walk down the street. The un-cloaked one calls out to the toa, not seeing the other skrall. "Hey, is this the government center?"
Two skrall, one cloaked, walk down the street. The un-cloaked one calls out to the toa, not seeing the other skrall. "Hey, is this the government center?"
Vrasur looks confused. "I don't know."
He looks at Prestixx and calls out to him. "Mr. Skrall, there's some others of your kind here asking whether this is the government center. Is it?"
Two skrall, one cloaked, walk down the street. The un-cloaked one calls out to the toa, not seeing the other skrall. "Hey, is this the government center?"
Vrasur looks confused. "I don't know."
He looks at Prestixx and calls out to him. "Mr. Skrall, there's some others of your kind here asking whether this is the government center. Is it?"
Prestixx looks concerned. "I don't know."
He then attempts to edge around towards the back of Iron Wolf.
He looks at Prestixx and calls out to him. "Mr. Skrall, there's some others of your kind here asking whether this is the government center. Is it?"
Prestixx looks concerned. "I don't know."
He then attempts to edge around towards the back of Iron Wolf.
The uncloaked Skrall ships his head toward Prestixx. He starts to back away. The cloaked skrall suddenly seems unimportant and ignorable. "...Thanks..."
He then attempts to edge around towards the back of Iron Wolf.
The uncloaked Skrall ships his head toward Prestixx. He starts to back away. The cloaked skrall suddenly seems unimportant and ignorable. "...Thanks..."
The uncloaked Skrall ships his head toward Prestixx. He starts to back away. The cloaked skrall suddenly seems unimportant and ignorable. "...Thanks..."
Prestixx's hands stray towards his blasters.
"Felur! Is the tank prepped?"
"No!" is the response.
The Skrall sees his hands edging and quickly grabs his shield and blade. He draws them and dives so that the tank protects him from Prestixx's guns. Shielar quietly walks around the scene to flank Prestixx, cloaked by illusion.