Some Bone Hunters sit in a circle playing dice. To their side is a campfire, where their Rock Steeds sleep. One of the Bone Hunters casts the die. It lands on a three. The hunter looks to his companions, grinning maliciously as they reluctantly hand him their bets. His victory is not enjoyed long, however.
"Get out."
The Bone Hunters grab their Thornax launchers and are on their feet in an instant, searching the ruins for the source of an intruder. There appears to be none at first, but then some rustling is heard behind some rubble. One hunter, alerted, signals to his companion and silently gestures to back him up as he approaches. The other hunter nods, and they make their way to the sound.
When the hunter peeks around the wreckage, he finds what he is looking for: a Rogue Makuta Strikeforce agent, armed to the teeth. Before the hunter can scream, the being lifts him by the throat and plunges a forearm switchblade into his gut, easily piercing the simple armor. He throws the Bone Hunter down and does not even bother blocking the next hunter's frantic Thornax shot, letting it explode on his armor, which automatically shields him. The hunter begins to run for the entrance. Using a Kakama, the agent intercepts him and slashes across his eyes, clipping off the top half of the whole hunter's head clean through his helmet. The action is so swift and the blade so sharp that the hunter's momentum is not even slowed, and he falls only after stumbling several steps.
The last hunter used that opportunity to run, hide deep inside the remains of the fortress. He had long forgotten the Manas that lived within.
The Bone Hunter camp cleared, the agents wait for the package from Xia.
Some Bone Hunters sit in a circle playing dice. To their side is a campfire, where their Rock Steeds sleep. One of the Bone Hunters casts the die. It lands on a three. The hunter looks to his companions, grinning maliciously as they reluctantly hand him their bets. His victory is not enjoyed long, however.
"Get out."
The Bone Hunters grab their Thornax launchers and are on their feet in an instant, searching the ruins for the source of an intruder. There appears to be none at first, but then some rustling is heard behind some rubble. One hunter, alerted, signals to his companion and silently gestures to back him up as he approaches. The other hunter nods, and they make their way to the sound.
When the hunter peeks around the wreckage, he finds what he is looking for: a Rogue Makuta Strikeforce agent, armed to the teeth. Before the hunter can scream, the being lifts him by the throat and plunges a forearm switchblade into his gut, easily piercing the simple armor. He throws the Bone Hunter down and does not even bother blocking the next hunter's frantic Thornax shot, letting it explode on his armor, which automatically shields him. The hunter begins to run for the entrance. Using a Kakama, the agent intercepts him and slashes across his eyes, clipping off the top half of the whole hunter's head clean through his helmet. The action is so swift and the blade so sharp that the hunter's momentum is not even slowed, and he falls only after stumbling several steps.
The last hunter used that opportunity to run, hide deep inside the remains of the fortress. He had long forgotten the Manas that lived within.
The Bone Hunter camp cleared, the agents wait for the package from Xia.
vmvmvmvmvmvmmmmm A large airship flies overhead(With a beam levitating a bunch of very large boxes), before slowing and hovering 10m above the ground. Part of the bottom is lowered down on ropes, with several Vortixx wearing flight goggles and the obligatory Lightbringer sidearms on their belt riding it. On the thing are several racks of the requested infantry weapons.
The levitating boxes are slowly lowered to the ground, before another beam from the airship dissolves their silvery coating, revealing the rest of the order.
It should be noted that all of them have been shrunk somewhat via Pehkui to varying degrees.
Some Bone Hunters sit in a circle playing dice. To their side is a campfire, where their Rock Steeds sleep. One of the Bone Hunters casts the die. It lands on a three. The hunter looks to his companions, grinning maliciously as they reluctantly hand him their bets. His victory is not enjoyed long, however.
"Get out."
The Bone Hunters grab their Thornax launchers and are on their feet in an instant, searching the ruins for the source of an intruder. There appears to be none at first, but then some rustling is heard behind some rubble. One hunter, alerted, signals to his companion and silently gestures to back him up as he approaches. The other hunter nods, and they make their way to the sound.
When the hunter peeks around the wreckage, he finds what he is looking for: a Rogue Makuta Strikeforce agent, armed to the teeth. Before the hunter can scream, the being lifts him by the throat and plunges a forearm switchblade into his gut, easily piercing the simple armor. He throws the Bone Hunter down and does not even bother blocking the next hunter's frantic Thornax shot, letting it explode on his armor, which automatically shields him. The hunter begins to run for the entrance. Using a Kakama, the agent intercepts him and slashes across his eyes, clipping off the top half of the whole hunter's head clean through his helmet. The action is so swift and the blade so sharp that the hunter's momentum is not even slowed, and he falls only after stumbling several steps.
The last hunter used that opportunity to run, hide deep inside the remains of the fortress. He had long forgotten the Manas that lived within.
The Bone Hunter camp cleared, the agents wait for the package from Xia.
Order Troops stay out of sight and quietly radio to HQ.
Some Bone Hunters sit in a circle playing dice. To their side is a campfire, where their Rock Steeds sleep. One of the Bone Hunters casts the die. It lands on a three. The hunter looks to his companions, grinning maliciously as they reluctantly hand him their bets. His victory is not enjoyed long, however.
"Get out."
The Bone Hunters grab their Thornax launchers and are on their feet in an instant, searching the ruins for the source of an intruder. There appears to be none at first, but then some rustling is heard behind some rubble. One hunter, alerted, signals to his companion and silently gestures to back him up as he approaches. The other hunter nods, and they make their way to the sound.
When the hunter peeks around the wreckage, he finds what he is looking for: a Rogue Makuta Strikeforce agent, armed to the teeth. Before the hunter can scream, the being lifts him by the throat and plunges a forearm switchblade into his gut, easily piercing the simple armor. He throws the Bone Hunter down and does not even bother blocking the next hunter's frantic Thornax shot, letting it explode on his armor, which automatically shields him. The hunter begins to run for the entrance. Using a Kakama, the agent intercepts him and slashes across his eyes, clipping off the top half of the whole hunter's head clean through his helmet. The action is so swift and the blade so sharp that the hunter's momentum is not even slowed, and he falls only after stumbling several steps.
The last hunter used that opportunity to run, hide deep inside the remains of the fortress. He had long forgotten the Manas that lived within.
The Bone Hunter camp cleared, the agents wait for the package from Xia.
vmvmvmvmvmvmmmmm A large airship flies overhead(With a beam levitating a bunch of very large boxes), before slowing and hovering 10m above the ground. Part of the bottom is lowered down on ropes, with several Vortixx wearing flight goggles and the obligatory Lightbringer sidearms on their belt riding it. On the thing are several racks of the requested infantry weapons.
The levitating boxes are slowly lowered to the ground, before another beam from the airship dissolves their silvery coating, revealing the rest of the order.
It should be noted that all of them have been shrunk somewhat via Pehkui to varying degrees.
The RMS agents wave at the craft and one of them pops out his device, which was earlier provided by Xia to the Brotherhood. He uses it to call what are presumably more agents to pick up the order.
vmvmvmvmvmvmmmmm A large airship flies overhead(With a beam levitating a bunch of very large boxes), before slowing and hovering 10m above the ground. Part of the bottom is lowered down on ropes, with several Vortixx wearing flight goggles and the obligatory Lightbringer sidearms on their belt riding it. On the thing are several racks of the requested infantry weapons.
The levitating boxes are slowly lowered to the ground, before another beam from the airship dissolves their silvery coating, revealing the rest of the order.
It should be noted that all of them have been shrunk somewhat via Pehkui to varying degrees.
The RMS agents wave at the craft and one of them pops out his device, which was earlier provided by Xia to the Brotherhood. He uses it to call what are presumably more agents to pick up the order.
A truck arrives and the small packages are loaded into it, along with the agents. It leaves.
The RMS agents wave at the craft and one of them pops out his device, which was earlier provided by Xia to the Brotherhood. He uses it to call what are presumably more agents to pick up the order.
A truck arrives and the small packages are loaded into it, along with the agents. It leaves.
After the RMS has everything, the airship's cargo thingy retracts along with the Vortixx on it. Said airship turns and flies back to Xia.
An Av-Matoran from Atero Nui runs near the ruins of the fort before sitting down to catch her breath. The Chaos in the city was great, and she barely escaped it with her life. Many of her friends would not be so fortunate.
But suddenly an object perked her interest. Lying not far from a pool of a strange silver substance was a stone tablet. She walked over and picked it up. It was engraved with familiar Matoran letters, and ran as follows:
I have hidden the Mask nearby. The former base of the Makuta will now prove invaluable in the defense against them. Viperax and Daryia have been trailing me for weeks now, and I am now confident they are at least partially aware of the package I bear. It is irony that I am not within but several Kios from Atero Nui, but I must make my stand here and now. But from what I have heard about the Mangai, I am not sure entrusting them to the mask is the best idea. Regardless, the Order has given me this task, and I will see it through.
I have espied Viperax closing in on the fortress. His manner seems to suggest there is a trap set for me. I will not fall for such and stay firm in the fort. No doubt Daryia is nearby ready to kill me.
The Energized Protodermis has forced me to the furthest edge of the fortress. Soon I will have no choice but to face my Hunters. This is likely the last entry I will make, so I must be clear, or the mask will be lost. Any hope in resistance to the Brotherhood lies now in the mask and whoever finds this tablet. The Mask is hidden in the plainest of places, somewhere so obvious that the makuta will never look. From where I write this, I can see that which contains it plain as day. Destiny tells me the one who finds this stone will know what to do with the mask. The order wished to bring it to Atero Nui in hopes of finding the Prophesied One, but now we can only hope He finds it. I now hear the presence of the Makuta nearby. I must face them, and let Destiny decide what will be done.
In the name of the Great Spirit,
Terakha, Order of Mata Nui
Zedara did not understand all that the stone said, but she understood well enough that this Order sought to hide some artifact from the Makuta to use it against them later. Zedara was curious. Could something so powerful really be left nearby? She looked around seeking for something that matched the description of the hiding place, but nothing could be found.
That is, until she looked towards the lake of Protodermis. Within it stood a statue of a makuta that could only be Inharax himself. It was waist deep in the silvery substance, but it had not yet changed or disintegrated. She looked for a way to get over to it. She started setting large stones in the protodermis, hoping them would not disintegrate. very few survived the test.
An Av-Matoran from Atero Nui runs near the ruins of the fort before sitting down to catch her breath. The Chaos in the city was great, and she barely escaped it with her life. Many of her friends would not be so fortunate.
But suddenly an object perked her interest. Lying not far from a pool of a strange silver substance was a stone tablet. She walked over and picked it up. It was engraved with familiar Matoran letters, and ran as follows:
I have hidden the Mask nearby. The former base of the Makuta will now prove invaluable in the defense against them. Viperax and Daryia have been trailing me for weeks now, and I am now confident they are at least partially aware of the package I bear. It is irony that I am not within but several Kios from Atero Nui, but I must make my stand here and now. But from what I have heard about the Mangai, I am not sure entrusting them to the mask is the best idea. Regardless, the Order has given me this task, and I will see it through.
I have espied Viperax closing in on the fortress. His manner seems to suggest there is a trap set for me. I will not fall for such and stay firm in the fort. No doubt Daryia is nearby ready to kill me.
The Energized Protodermis has forced me to the furthest edge of the fortress. Soon I will have no choice but to face my Hunters. This is likely the last entry I will make, so I must be clear, or the mask will be lost. Any hope in resistance to the Brotherhood lies now in the mask and whoever finds this tablet. The Mask is hidden in the plainest of places, somewhere so obvious that the makuta will never look. From where I write this, I can see that which contains it plain as day. Destiny tells me the one who finds this stone will know what to do with the mask. The order wished to bring it to Atero Nui in hopes of finding the Prophesied One, but now we can only hope He finds it. I now hear the presence of the Makuta nearby. I must face them, and let Destiny decide what will be done.
In the name of the Great Spirit,
Terakha, Order of Mata Nui
Zedara did not understand all that the stone said, but she understood well enough that this Order sought to hide some artifact from the Makuta to use it against them later. Zedara was curious. Could something so powerful really be left nearby? She looked around seeking for something that matched the description of the hiding place, but nothing could be found.
That is, until she looked towards the lake of Protodermis. Within it stood a statue of a makuta that could only be Inharax himself. It was waist deep in the silvery substance, but it had not yet changed or disintegrated. She looked for a way to get over to it. She started setting large stones in the protodermis, hoping them would not disintegrate. very few survived the test.
"Oh, come on!" She exclaimed, "Cooperate!"
Platforms are created, leading up to where the Matoran wants to go.
An Av-Matoran from Atero Nui runs near the ruins of the fort before sitting down to catch her breath. The Chaos in the city was great, and she barely escaped it with her life. Many of her friends would not be so fortunate.
But suddenly an object perked her interest. Lying not far from a pool of a strange silver substance was a stone tablet. She walked over and picked it up. It was engraved with familiar Matoran letters, and ran as follows:
I have hidden the Mask nearby. The former base of the Makuta will now prove invaluable in the defense against them. Viperax and Daryia have been trailing me for weeks now, and I am now confident they are at least partially aware of the package I bear. It is irony that I am not within but several Kios from Atero Nui, but I must make my stand here and now. But from what I have heard about the Mangai, I am not sure entrusting them to the mask is the best idea. Regardless, the Order has given me this task, and I will see it through.
I have espied Viperax closing in on the fortress. His manner seems to suggest there is a trap set for me. I will not fall for such and stay firm in the fort. No doubt Daryia is nearby ready to kill me.
The Energized Protodermis has forced me to the furthest edge of the fortress. Soon I will have no choice but to face my Hunters. This is likely the last entry I will make, so I must be clear, or the mask will be lost. Any hope in resistance to the Brotherhood lies now in the mask and whoever finds this tablet. The Mask is hidden in the plainest of places, somewhere so obvious that the makuta will never look. From where I write this, I can see that which contains it plain as day. Destiny tells me the one who finds this stone will know what to do with the mask. The order wished to bring it to Atero Nui in hopes of finding the Prophesied One, but now we can only hope He finds it. I now hear the presence of the Makuta nearby. I must face them, and let Destiny decide what will be done.
In the name of the Great Spirit,
Terakha, Order of Mata Nui
Zedara did not understand all that the stone said, but she understood well enough that this Order sought to hide some artifact from the Makuta to use it against them later. Zedara was curious. Could something so powerful really be left nearby? She looked around seeking for something that matched the description of the hiding place, but nothing could be found.
That is, until she looked towards the lake of Protodermis. Within it stood a statue of a makuta that could only be Inharax himself. It was waist deep in the silvery substance, but it had not yet changed or disintegrated. She looked for a way to get over to it. She started setting large stones in the protodermis, hoping them would not disintegrate. very few survived the test.
"Oh, come on!" She exclaimed, "Cooperate!"
Platforms are created, leading up to where the Matoran wants to go.
Zedara makes sure she is truly alone, and then whispers "Thank You" to the EP. She again checks to make sure no one is there to call her crazy.
She hops across the platforms, until she is near the Statue. Engraved on the forehead of the mask it wore, was a single word, that she recognized to be of the Matoran language: Makoki.
She wonders why the word was written there. Key to what? she thought to herself. The Mask?
She tried to pull the mask from the statue's face, and was surprised when it's entire head popped off instead. Zedara screamed as the inertia sent her hurling back into the lake of protodermis. Inches from the surface, a platform caught her. She stands up and is no longer ashamed of saying "Thank You!" aloud to the EP. She then turns her attention to the Makuta's head. She laughs to herself. I just decapitated the most dangerous war-criminal in the history of the universe!
Zedara hops back down to the solid ground. But in a moment of pure genius, the Matoran trips, and drops the stone on the ground. When she rises she exclaims with horror to see it has shattered to bits. "NO!" She cries out, and grabs at the pieces with her hands. "Stupid, stupid! Why am I so--?"
Suddenly something catches her eye amidst the rubble. She pushes the rock aside, and is suddenly blinded by a bright light. She shields her eyes from the glow. Before her lay an angular Kanohi Mask. It all made sense now; This could only be the Mask of Light itself!
