"In the past you may have called him, 'Krakarda.' He sent us to inform you of his success with Energized Protodermis, that whomever he chooses may be transformed. He would like to speak with you personally."
"Where is he?"
"A cave in Ko-De-Ce-Kra-Wahi." Suffokait looks around the room before creating a vacuum walled tunnel between him and Inharax. Discreetly, he gives the exact coordinates for the Lucid Caverns.
{Moved from the walls of Aluxa} The one smiles. "Yes, such a world would be one to live in."
"Not everyone agrees with that however. Say you asked one of those rahkshi things for a back rub, it'd more then likely-"
"Stab you in the back, we know." The other eleven groan.
The first one turns back to the guardsman. "Perhaps there is some way that we too can help? We have nowhere else to go."
The others seem to agree, awaiting a responce from the guardsman.
The guard nods. "Those who have no home are welcome here. That said..."
He trailed off, looking at the beings in front of him and noting whatever equipment or weapons they might have had.
"...What exactly do you do?"
No weapons, no equipment, just light female skrall armor.
'We are psychics.' The guard hears in his head. 'We used to spend all our days experimenting with the mind, conjuring different mental assaults to use on those who opposed us. ...but we know ways to restore the mind as well.' The guard begins to feel at peace, as if someone had soothed him with a kind word.
No weapons, no equipment, just light female skrall armor.
'We are psychics.' The guard hears in his head. 'We used to spend all our days experimenting with the mind, conjuring different mental assaults to use on those who opposed us. ...but we know ways to restore the mind as well.' The guard begins to feel at peace, as if someone had soothed him with a kind word.
Though the contact seemed benign, even friendly, the Oathsworn slammed down mental walls around the guard's mind, forcing away any outside influence. It was better to be safe. Dazed, he shook his head, trying to clear it. "Well, ah. That seems pretty nice to me, but, ah..."
He trails off and shakes his head again, returning to normal. "We have Rahkshi who serve a similar purpose. Purity influences even the mind. We do appreciate the offer, though, and of course you're still welcome. Perhaps some of the locals would feel more comfortable with your methods, especially if your particular sect is well-known."
No weapons, no equipment, just light female skrall armor.
'We are psychics.' The guard hears in his head. 'We used to spend all our days experimenting with the mind, conjuring different mental assaults to use on those who opposed us. ...but we know ways to restore the mind as well.' The guard begins to feel at peace, as if someone had soothed him with a kind word.
Though the contact seemed benign, even friendly, the Oathsworn slammed down mental walls around the guard's mind, forcing away any outside influence. It was better to be safe. Dazed, he shook his head, trying to clear it. "Well, ah. That seems pretty nice to me, but, ah..."
He trails off and shakes his head again, returning to normal. "We have Rahkshi who serve a similar purpose. Purity influences even the mind. We do appreciate the offer, though, and of course you're still welcome. Perhaps some of the locals would feel more comfortable with your methods, especially if your particular sect is well-known."
The Guardsmen looked at them for a moment, attempting to discern what they would want first. Finally giving up on the motives of these beings, he decided to be blunt.
"What would you like first? A proper meal? A home? A workplace?"
Buildings suddenly lose chunks from massive explosions, disintegration powers, chain lightning, plasma, sonic waves and power screams, magnetism, and gravity. The forces causing these catastrophes are simply too fast to be seen, let alone tracked.
Some Phantokshi, traveling at speeds JUST slow enough to be seen by horrified guardsmen, lock said guardsmen in stasis. Still, these units are at velocities which would render basic shots at the sky useless.
The weather overhead darkens slightly, a bizarre sight for locals, and tremendous cyclones rip matoran, guardsmen, and debris off the streets only the smack them into the buildings at fatal speeds.
The Guardsmen looked at them for a moment, attempting to discern what they would want first. Finally giving up on the motives of these beings, he decided to be blunt.
"What would you like first? A proper meal? A home? A workplace?"
"Ha! Well you're the ones offering sanctuary, it's not our place to-" They dodge from any rubble caused by the invasion. "Something just came up." They begin to mentally assault the invaders. "We hate rahkshi... well, dark ones."
Buildings suddenly lose chunks from massive explosions, disintegration powers, chain lightning, plasma, sonic waves and power screams, magnetism, and gravity. The forces causing these catastrophes are simply too fast to be seen, let alone tracked.
Some Phantokshi, traveling at speeds JUST slow enough to be seen by horrified guardsmen, lock said guardsmen in stasis. Still, these units are at velocities which would render basic shots at the sky useless.
The weather overhead darkens slightly, a bizarre sight for locals, and tremendous cyclones rip matoran, guardsmen, and debris off the streets only the smack them into the buildings at fatal speeds.
The buildings quickly begin to repair themselves, though all of the rubble clogging the streets will certainly be a problem later on.
The Guardsmen's stasis is almost immediately revoked, small canisters on their hips glowing. Arms blur as they pull darts from their belts at the speed of light, spewing Accuracy-enhanced Felnas-tipped projectiles at the flying creatures ahead.
Rahkshi of Purity blink into place across the city, each in a network supported by three others at the very edge of their range. The injured rise with their assistance, even those that have taken mortal blows. The civilians are quickly escorted to safer buildings, many of the ones closer to the sphere being ushered inside.
Small Av-Makuta in iron armor begin to flood the streets, each acting according to their own judgement. Gravity and Magnetism attacks are countered, civilians are teleported out, and the storms abate. Others launch bursts of laser vision into the air, pitch Accuracy-laced chunks of rubble at the speed of Light, fire bursts of Chain Lightning, and overwhelm the attackers with Peace. Several of the more clever ones, after analyzing the firing patterns and dodging tendencies of the creatures above, being to summon fields of Molecular Disruption, blinking them in and out to hem the attackers in or outright destroy them.
Mutrex appears, shining with even greater radiance now. With a gesture, the storms abate. With a shuddering crack, his armor splinters, crumbling away all over his body. New eyes form in the cavities, and new plates of armor slam down over them, protecting them from damage. His eyes glow, and a thousand lasers emerge, twisting and slicing apart each phantokshi at the speed of light.
Buildings suddenly lose chunks from massive explosions, disintegration powers, chain lightning, plasma, sonic waves and power screams, magnetism, and gravity. The forces causing these catastrophes are simply too fast to be seen, let alone tracked.
Some Phantokshi, traveling at speeds JUST slow enough to be seen by horrified guardsmen, lock said guardsmen in stasis. Still, these units are at velocities which would render basic shots at the sky useless.
The weather overhead darkens slightly, a bizarre sight for locals, and tremendous cyclones rip matoran, guardsmen, and debris off the streets only the smack them into the buildings at fatal speeds.
The buildings quickly begin to repair themselves, though all of the rubble clogging the streets will certainly be a problem later on.
The Guardsmen's stasis is almost immediately revoked, small canisters on their hips glowing. Arms blur as they pull darts from their belts at the speed of light, spewing Accuracy-enhanced Felnas-tipped projectiles at the flying creatures ahead.
Rahkshi of Purity blink into place across the city, each in a network supported by three others at the very edge of their range. The injured rise with their assistance, even those that have taken mortal blows. The civilians are quickly escorted to safer buildings, many of the ones closer to the sphere being ushered inside.
Small Av-Makuta in iron armor begin to flood the streets, each acting according to their own judgement. Gravity and Magnetism attacks are countered, civilians are teleported out, and the storms abate. Others launch bursts of laser vision into the air, pitch Accuracy-laced chunks of rubble at the speed of Light, fire bursts of Chain Lightning, and overwhelm the attackers with Peace. Several of the more clever ones, after analyzing the firing patterns and dodging tendencies of the creatures above, being to summon fields of Molecular Disruption, blinking them in and out to hem the attackers in or outright destroy them.
OOC: Wow, three moves a post, please. 😅
IC: Once out of the short-stasis, the guardsmen and the rahkshi of purity who revealed themselves find themselves in slow fields that practically stop all of time, by the tame it takes for them to notice, or for some device to kick-in, one whole year would have passed. The only escape would be an outside influence.
The above move also takes place on a majority of the Av-Makuta, but the rest find no pattern behind Phantokshi movements. Instead, they undergo being ripped in half near-instantly with opposing poles.
Mutrex appears, shining with even greater radiance now. With a gesture, the storms abate. With a shuddering crack, his armor splinters, crumbling away all over his body. New eyes form in the cavities, and new plates of armor slam down over them, protecting them from damage. His eyes glow, and a thousand lasers emerge, twisting and slicing apart each phantokshi at the speed of light.
Mutrex is frozen in a powerful slow field generated by three individual Rahkshi-Nui, all combinations of the said power. The Av-Makuta is stuck in a field even more powerful and strong then the ones around the guardsmen, so he is also unaware of it. Ah, Slow, the only existing power in the universe to keep Adaption in check.
More rubble and matoran are slung into the buildings by great cyclones and vacuums, but some are lucky enough to be tossed into the slow fields around the guardsmen.
Buildings crack and begin to topple as Panrahk-Kal outside the walls extend their powers through the ground.
The Guardsmen looked at them for a moment, attempting to discern what they would want first. Finally giving up on the motives of these beings, he decided to be blunt.
"What would you like first? A proper meal? A home? A workplace?"
"Ha! Well you're the ones offering sanctuary, it's not our place to-" They dodge from any rubble caused by the invasion. "Something just came up." They begin to mentally assault the invaders. "We hate rahkshi... well, dark ones."
Almost all of the army has mental shielding, but the few kraata not evolved enough to have more then chaotic rahi minds do suffer, however their thoughts and motives are too chaotic to get a lock on.
The Guardsmen are not affected in the slightest, as the Av-Makuta now spreading antidermis through their systems is unaffected. They continue to pitch around their horrifying darts. The Rahkshi of Purity are locked into place, but both they and Mutrex are freed by more small iron Av-Makutaclones.
Small iron bodies continue to enter the fray, through teleportation and the use of good ol' legs. While a good many of them are torn apart by the magnetic(?) assault, many others manage to hold themselves together, and the losses are covered almost immediately. They continue their respective assaults, a good majority of them getting bored and simply working together to generate vast Molecular Disruption fields that coat most of the airspace above the city.
The buildings being damaged continue to regenerate themselves, and more of the swarm of ironbodies continue to dampen the effect of the vacuums and cyclones with their own powers.