Decu looks at Kapronan, then the matoran. "Where is it coming from?" He closes his eyes, and tries to locate the source of the sound of EP, wincing as he does it.
"Where is what coming from?" Akika asks, curios fear displayed across her mechanical kanohi.
Decu looks at Kapronan, then the matoran. "Where is it coming from?" He closes his eyes, and tries to locate the source of the sound of EP, wincing as he does it.
"Where is what coming from?" Akika asks, curios fear displayed across her mechanical kanohi.
Decu looks at Kapronan, then the matoran. "Where is it coming from?" He closes his eyes, and tries to locate the source of the sound of EP, wincing as he does it.
"Where is what coming from?" Akika asks, curios fear displayed across her mechanical kanohi.
Decu looks at Kapronan, then the matoran. "Where is it coming from?" He closes his eyes, and tries to locate the source of the sound of EP, wincing as he does it.
"Where is what coming from?" Akika asks, curios fear displayed across her mechanical kanohi.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Clink. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of a toa of Fire walking in may or may not annoy Decu.
"...it stopped." He spins around to see Bassalnus. "And who might you be?"
"Bassalnus, toa of fire. And you?" If any damage remains in the building, Bassalnus repairs it with his Kiril.
"My tribe of matoran called me Decu." The monstrosity of spikes protruding from his arms and back and his seemingly kanohiless skull face seem to defy his next statement. "I'm a toa of Sonics. I heard something in here, it sounded like Energized Protodermis, the substance that mutated me."
"Bassalnus, toa of fire. And you?" If any damage remains in the building, Bassalnus repairs it with his Kiril.
"My tribe of matoran called me Decu." The monstrosity of spikes protruding from his arms and back and his seemingly kanohiless skull face seem to defy his next statement. "I'm a toa of Sonics. I heard something in here, it sounded like Energized Protodermis, the substance that mutated me."
Bassalnus raises an eyebrow at Decu's appearance, but makes no comment. "Energized protodermis? There seems to be a lot of that around today..."
"My tribe of matoran called me Decu." The monstrosity of spikes protruding from his arms and back and his seemingly kanohiless skull face seem to defy his next statement. "I'm a toa of Sonics. I heard something in here, it sounded like Energized Protodermis, the substance that mutated me."
Bassalnus raises an eyebrow at Decu's appearance, but makes no comment. "Energized protodermis? There seems to be a lot of that around today..."
"Yes... And I think I can do something about it." He out stretches both claws toward to source of the EP, then sends out a few sonic pulses. "I'm close, if I get it right, I can freeze it." The pulses get slightly higher, too high.
Bassalnus raises an eyebrow at Decu's appearance, but makes no comment. "Energized protodermis? There seems to be a lot of that around today..."
"Yes... And I think I can do something about it." He out stretches both claws toward to source of the EP, then sends out a few sonic pulses. "I'm close, if I get it right, I can freeze it." The pulses get slightly higher, too high.
"Yes... And I think I can do something about it." He out stretches both claws toward to source of the EP, then sends out a few sonic pulses. "I'm close, if I get it right, I can freeze it." The pulses get slightly higher, too high.
Bassalnus covers his ears. "...With sound..?"
He lowers the pitch, and by now liquid protodermis starts leaking from his audio receptors. "-Everything has a frequency, even liquids. But I'm not looking to evaporate the Energized Protodermis, I plan on solidifying it by confining it's state in its own oscillation." The pitch evens out, settling on a tone that holds the EP in place. "GRAAAHHH!!!!" He quickly covers the silver pool with self sustaining sonic barriers, causing the sound inside to bounce back and forth and continue fulfilling it's purpose.
He lowers the pitch, and by now liquid protodermis starts leaking from his audio receptors. "-Everything has a frequency, even liquids. But I'm not looking to evaporate the Energized Protodermis, I plan on solidifying it by confining it's state in its own oscillation." The pitch evens out, settling on a tone that holds the EP in place. "GRAAAHHH!!!!" He quickly covers the silver pool with self sustaining sonic barriers, causing the sound inside to bounce back and forth and continue fulfilling it's purpose.
He lowers the pitch, and by now liquid protodermis starts leaking from his audio receptors. "-Everything has a frequency, even liquids. But I'm not looking to evaporate the Energized Protodermis, I plan on solidifying it by confining it's state in its own oscillation." The pitch evens out, settling on a tone that holds the EP in place. "GRAAAHHH!!!!" He quickly covers the silver pool with self sustaining sonic barriers, causing the sound inside to bounce back and forth and continue fulfilling it's purpose.
"Are you okay...?"
"I'm fine..." He covers his ears, claws clutching his skull. "...it's nothing." Decu stands up fully. "Eh, Energized Protodermis? You said something?"
Magnok marches in and begins to set up multiple devices around the statue of Mata-Nui.
He reflects on the symbolism while applying multiple shrunken Hau and regeneration kanoka to six Pulse Bolt Generators. The results are six Pulse Field Generators, devices which create hau fields that become stronger with the distance traveled.
Those generators are linked to a powerlance, which amplifies their sheer power in exchange for its consistent charge. Six chargers are aimed at the Pulse Field Generators. When necessary, six matoran may use these to re-charge the Shield, or replace the regeneration disks. A memory stone will provide the information on how to "perform the ritual."
The system is brought online. Atero-Nui is now safe from teleportation attacks, external attacks, and most forms of invasion. When damaged, its constant spin will eventually repair itself. There is a flaw, however. Small weak points in the field appear from time to time, allowing for small groups of beings stronger then a matoran to pass through with minimal harm. Even in knowing this, Magnok leaves.