There are times where something is only conspicuous in its absence. This is one of those times. While the rest of the city roars with the voices of millions, the northernmost road is suddenly silent. The matoran all, unbidden, turn to stare. Slowly, methodically, a procession winds its way down to the city center. First walk four Toa, armor shining in the sun. Each wears a mask plated with gold, polished to an unblemished sheen. In one hand, they carry elegant spears, and in the other great shields almost as tall as they. They move with a unity, as though they were all one person, split among four bodies. The radiance roiling off of them reveals their nature as Toa of Light. Behind them, in similar formation, walk six matoran, of more varied type. In an unusual turn, they are just as well armored and well armed as their apparent comrades. Next in the procession is Mutrex himself. He stands at nearly double the height of the rest of the toa. Across his back is slung a shield larger than the average Toa, alongside it a great hammer of similar scale. The group finally stops at the gate of the citadel. Mutrex steps to the front, and announces his presence.
"I have come on behalf of the city of Aluxia. I have matters of diplomacy to discuss with the ruling body of this city."
Cenisa answers Psionically, somewhat surprised but not fazed by the presence of the Toa of Light. I am afraid that I must inform you that the government of Atero Nui has not yet been formed; while I am sure that you will be received favourably when it is, your request cannot be answered at the present time.
Mutrex visibly grows, adding another few feet to his already immense size. His voice rings out, louder than before. If anything, it seems almost
"You would so turn us away? A silent voice, without rest or hospitality? You say there is no government, but yet here we stand at the center of the city, and the most prominent building is your own fortress! This city has stood for years! Am I to believe that this structure was built without governance, without order or plan? I had heard that the city was to be run by elected matoran. Have there been no elections? Answer me, Toa, your honor is in question!"
Mutrex visibly grows, adding another few feet to his already immense size. His voice rings out, louder than before. If anything, it seems almost
"You would so turn us away? A silent voice, without rest or hospitality? You say there is no government, but yet here we stand at the center of the city, and the most prominent building is your own fortress! This city has stood for years! Am I to believe that this structure was built without governance, without order or plan? I had heard that the city was to be run by elected matoran. Have there been no elections? Answer me, Toa, your honor is in question!"
Uneasy murmuring fills the gathering crowd.
Garadur, leader of the Order, teleports a couple feet away from Mutrex.
"Are you saying that a group of toa should be in charge of creating an entire government? Maybe you should take into account that these Toa have defended this city many times. It is not their job to create rules and a governmental structure. That would be the rest of this city's job. Just because the rest of the city isn't doing anything, doesn't mean you can barge in and yell at people for issues they cannot fix."
Mutrex turns, staring down at the much smaller figure. His wings flare, corona of light aflame.
"I disagree with you. Where you see a beleaguered force, I seen an irresponsible one. Just look around you. The city shines and bustles! It is a model by which I and my brother judge Aluxia. Such a thing does not build itself by chance. Its every street speaks to me of forethought and foresight. There is already an authority in this city. It is merely unrecognized. I come here, in person, bearing gifts and tidings. But I am turned away at the gate, without so much as a word. That is a grave insult to any nation. These Toa claim to be protectors. Not all protection is done with swords! That there is no government at all is a stain on their honor! The burden is upon them to at least take the first steps."
He glances sidelong at the citadel.
"And if they continue to refuse, they shall find that those who refuse to act have their capacity to do so stolen from them."
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A toa wearing white and gold and wearing a strange, almost organic-looking mask, observes Mutrex intently. Others with the same colored armor... Could it be they are also beings of Light? Yet, they seemed so... Evil? No, not evil, not quite. Manipulative? Word-twisting? None of these quite fitted the... Prideful? behaviour of these visitors.
Phorell's hand flits to the handle of her broadsword as she hears the insult upon the Toa's honor. These visitors came into their city, demanding hospitality, and they had the gall insult the city when it was merely stated that negotiation was impossible!
I dimensional rip in reality forms in a flash of light. An instant later a hulking brute in armor bursts out as the flash vanishes. The Mangai would likely recognize him, despite his drastic changes in form. Gazing around, he takes in the area with a single glance.
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Mutrex turns, staring down at the much smaller figure. His wings flare, corona of light aflame.
"I disagree with you. Where you see a beleaguered force, I seen an irresponsible one. Just look around you. The city shines and bustles! It is a model by which I and my brother judge Aluxia. Such a thing does not build itself by chance. Its every street speaks to me of forethought and foresight. There is already an authority in this city. It is merely unrecognized. I come here, in person, bearing gifts and tidings. But I am turned away at the gate, without so much as a word. That is a grave insult to any nation. These Toa claim to be protectors. Not all protection is done with swords! That there is no government at all is a stain on their honor! The burden is upon them to at least take the first steps."
He glances sidelong at the citadel.
"And if they continue to refuse, they shall find that those who refuse to act have their capacity to do so stolen from them."
Garadur levitates up becoming eye level with Mutrex.
"It seems you came to berate, and just how would you suggest that a Government come into being? I don't believe it is their job. They helped build and protect the city. They shouldn't have to build its governmental system as well. They have done enough. Leave it to the citizens to build their economy and government."
"Then where would you direct me? Who does hold the authority to meet with my delegation on equal terms? You need not answer, for I already know. But who are you, to speak so? You certainly do much to speak on their behalf, when they have yet to speak for themselves."
For just a split second, a grid of Light suddenly flashes in midair. Several drones, clearly outfitted for surveillance suddenly appear, and crumple to the ground half melted. Mutrex smirks once, and then turns his back on the makuta, whispering as he does,
"It is not the way of those who walk in the Light to cower in the shadows, Brother."
His voice booms over the crowd,
"It is time! Send word to the populace! Funded by Aluxia's coin, an interim government will be elected! Tell the civic-minded to assemble here! Each Metru will elect two delegates to represent them!"
"Then where would you direct me? Who does hold the authority to meet with my delegation on equal terms? You need not answer, for I already know. But who are you, to speak so? You certainly do much to speak on their behalf, when they have yet to speak for themselves."
For just a split second, a grid of Light suddenly flashes in midair. Several drones, clearly outfitted for surveillance suddenly appear, and crumple to the ground half melted. Mutrex smirks once, and then turns his back on the makuta, whispering as he does,
"It is not the way of those who walk in the Light to cower in the shadows, Brother."
His voice booms over the crowd,
"It is time! Send word to the populace! Funded by Aluxia's coin, an interim government will be elected! Tell the civic-minded to assemble here! Each Metru will elect two delegates to represent them!"
A Matoran walks in front of Mutrex, apparently unintimidated by the gargantuan being. He places a clay tile at the Makuta's feet and walks off wordlessly.
If Mutrex were to look at the tile, he would see a crude image of two Agori cowering from a lightning-shooting Makuta.
Kordukla's already slightly frazzled mental state is not helped in the slightest by recent events. Getting to her airship's longrange communicator, she rapidly figures out that ALuxia's not on any Xian maps, and is in fact entirely unknown.
Her response, of course, is to send out several emails to various people.
After this, she tells her pilot to circle around and land somewhere.
Mutrex places a hand on the matoran's shoulder to stop him as he walks away, suddenly shorter than a matoran. Comically stubby wings twitch on his back, and his once radiant corona flickers slightly, suddenly reminiscent of a fluorescent bulb on the verge of burning out..
"Have I scared you? I must apologize. My quarrel is not with the citizenry of this city. I have come in peace. Can you forgive this titan? Sometimes, we forget our size, and trample the gardens we are to protect."
Phorell looks around, no longer paying attention to the 'diplomatic' visitor. Attacking them would not do. She turns and leaves to find an unlawful skakdi to take out her anger on, kicking a loose brick as she does.
Mutrex places a hand on the matoran's shoulder to stop him as he walks away, suddenly shorter than a matoran. Comically stubby wings twitch on his back, and his once radiant corona flickers slightly, suddenly reminiscent of a fluorescent bulb on the verge of burning out..
"Have I scared you? I must apologize. My quarrel is not with the citizenry of this city. I have come in peace. Can you forgive this titan? Sometimes, we forget our size, and trample the gardens we are to protect."
Ramu looks at the Makuta, then shakes his head. HIs eyes slowly and deliberately wander to a pair of Agori children.
Phorell looks around, no longer paying attention to the 'diplomatic' visitor. Attacking them would not do. She turns and leaves to find an unlawful skakdi to take out her anger on, kicking a loose brick as she does.
With likely the worst timing in the history of timing itself, a Skakdi with a bandana mask slams headlong into Phorell, carrying several bags of baked confectionaries.
Phorell looks around, no longer paying attention to the 'diplomatic' visitor. Attacking them would not do. She turns and leaves to find an unlawful skakdi to take out her anger on, kicking a loose brick as she does.
With likely the worst timing in the history of timing itself, a Skakdi with a bandana mask slams headlong into Phorell, carrying several bags of baked confectionaries.
Phorell assesses (so many 's'es) the situation in but a moment. Clearly this skakdi stole the pastries. Why else would he have a bandana and so many bags of pastries? She draws her broadsword and swings it ferociously toward the poor Skakdi with the aid of her Pakari.
With likely the worst timing in the history of timing itself, a Skakdi with a bandana mask slams headlong into Phorell, carrying several bags of baked confectionaries.
Phorell assesses (so many 's'es) the situation in but a moment. Clearly this skakdi stole the pastries. Why else would he have a bandana and so many bags of pastries? She draws her broadsword and swings it ferociously toward the poor Skakdi with the aid of her Pakari.
The Skakdi manages to Impact Vision her sword.
The bags appear to be filled with cakes. This Skakdi stole 40 cakes! That's as many as four tens! And that's terrible.
Mutrex places a hand on the matoran's shoulder to stop him as he walks away, suddenly shorter than a matoran. Comically stubby wings twitch on his back, and his once radiant corona flickers slightly, suddenly reminiscent of a fluorescent bulb on the verge of burning out..
"Have I scared you? I must apologize. My quarrel is not with the citizenry of this city. I have come in peace. Can you forgive this titan? Sometimes, we forget our size, and trample the gardens we are to protect."
A toa of shadow approaches the Makuta of Light. "I'm sorry, we must've been a little busy letting the matoran and agori choose their own government and rebuilding the city after the back-to-back city-leveling battles which we have been barraged with since it's construction."