Many escape regardless. One Vortixx cannot possibly do this to so many Matoran
A couple guards send for a military-grade howitzer. While this is slowly wheeled out, the others proceed to leap around and fire Stasis fields to box in the Matoran.
Matoran, clearly the victim of this vicious attack, scramble for cover. Some cry as they hold the bodies of their fallen comrades, and curse the Capitalist Bourgeoisie that has allowed such an event to occur.
A couple guards send for a military-grade howitzer. While this is slowly wheeled out, the others proceed to leap around and fire Stasis fields to box in the Matoran.
Matoran, clearly the victim of this vicious attack, scramble for cover. Some cry as they hold the bodies of their fallen comrades, and curse the Capitalist Bourgeoisie that has allowed such an event to occur.
... nothing lethal was even fired yet.
Two guards load a special shell into the howitzer. "AIRBURST PLASMA!" they yell. The others immedietely shut their eyes tight as the trigger is pulled. The shell flies up, up... ANd bursts in the air, releasing a mixture of stuff that produces a blinding light over the whole area and notably raises the tempurature a bit.
Matoran, clearly the victim of this vicious attack, scramble for cover. Some cry as they hold the bodies of their fallen comrades, and curse the Capitalist Bourgeoisie that has allowed such an event to occur.
... nothing lethal was even fired yet.
Two guards load a special shell into the howitzer. "AIRBURST PLASMA!" they yell. The others immedietely shut their eyes tight as the trigger is pulled. The shell flies up, up... ANd bursts in the air, releasing a mixture of stuff that produces a blinding light over the whole area and notably raises the tempurature a bit.
Matoran scramble for cover, many falling and tripping, some even breaking their masks.
Two guards load a special shell into the howitzer. "AIRBURST PLASMA!" they yell. The others immedietely shut their eyes tight as the trigger is pulled. The shell flies up, up... ANd bursts in the air, releasing a mixture of stuff that produces a blinding light over the whole area and notably raises the tempurature a bit.
Matoran scramble for cover, many falling and tripping, some even breaking their masks.
Another shell is loaded, just in case.
The NA guards swiftly Stasis the injured Matoran. One of them rushes off to get a transport to take the Matoran to Ga-Metru healers.
despite this, in the chaos, many matoran get away with various weapons
A vortixx who many of the matoran could've sworn wasn't there a second ago drops out of the sky in front of a large group of matoran. Bright lights flare from her armor, blinding the matoran, and weapons are teleported from matoran hands by kanoka darts...
After the battle, an NA guard approaches. "Thanks back there."
A vortixx who many of the matoran could've sworn wasn't there a second ago drops out of the sky in front of a large group of matoran. Bright lights flare from her armor, blinding the matoran, and weapons are teleported from matoran hands by kanoka darts...
After the battle, an NA guard approaches. "Thanks back there."
"Er, welcome." As the riot scatters, Finesse climbs back into her invisible airship...
A small magnetic pocket containing energies that induces powers based on an individual's psyche via a property similar to rhotuka *deep breath.* appears inside the facility.
A small magnetic pocket containing energies that induces powers based on an individual's psyche via a property similar to rhotuka *deep breath.* appears inside the facility.
It hits two door-to-door conferences on power reactor safety.
Chaos rapidly erupts as several newly-empowered Vortixx launch themselves through the roof. The lecturers, two identical vortixx, try to regain order. One of them has his back to the crowd the whole time, whereas the other accidentally creates a portal while gesturing wildly.
A particular engineer exits through a side door and bolts to his equipment.
He plays back the last couple moments and quickly reaches a conclusion, then dashes into his car and drives down the street.
The screens turn on and Fixer's face appears, "Hello, you should recognize me as one of the veterans of the original attack on our city. I'm here to ask a question. Why? Why do we trust the Brotherhood? What the karz have they done for us in the past thousand so years? I'll tell you, they have murdered our kin, burned our villages in their crusades, and as we speak are attacking the homes of matoran across the globe. We need to cut out the disease that we have allowed to fester in this city. Take up arms. Fight! We have allowed ourselves to be consumed by petty disagreements. Talinist or not it doesn't matter, we must unite against the menace that has taken root in our city! We have forgotten our virtues. We have shunned our Duty, shattered our Unity, and ignored our Destiny. We must fight now or forever remain trampled by those bigger than us."