Instead of feeling the cool splash of water, he is met with air, pure empty air. After passing through the Illusionary hologram, he lands on a square of padding which is just enough to prevent injury.
"Welcome to the underground." A Fa-Metru vahki helps him up if necessary.
The Kra-Matoran rounds the corner. "Now, what exactly did you need from the Atero-Nui Guard?"
"My rebel faction is underequipped and undermanned."
The area surrounding it has this strange metal and nothing they try to get past it worked. It seems to stretch on for quite a ways and even when they find places they can dig down a little it's nothing more than maybe a foot at best before hitting the metal again.
The area surrounding it has this strange metal and nothing they try to get past it worked. It seems to stretch on for quite a ways and even when they find places they can dig down a little it's nothing more than maybe a foot at best before hitting the metal again.
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."