Deep within the heart of Kra Metru sits a slightly dilapidated sign with the words the Broken Bohrok. Below that sign is a door, and within that door is the worst collection of scum and villainy Atero will ever see...
Inside the bar rests a huge amount of mercs, shadow matoran, and rogues. This is the place if you want ill gotten info, loot, or tech.
The Menu is a large amount of alcohol and traditional native drinks.
Tredixs and Veihrl land at the entrance of the bar and walk in. Feand shivers from the sudden freezing cold and turns around with a smile, his eyes lighting up upon seeing Tredixs.
"Tredixs! So you are alive!"
"Nice to see you're still alive as well Feand. I thought you would have been--"
"Ah, these Great Beings always underestimated just how lucky I am. Can't exactly say the same for them though...."
".....Yes, sorry about that. I tried to save him."
"Was it that cursed substance?"
"Yes Pretender of the Plague, it was. However, I and the Overlord of Magnetism have a question the needs to be answered. The Silver of Destiny Transformer has been leaking everywhere. When this happened the last time, during that War for Change, where there quakes as it leaked?"
"........Yes, there were, but that was only before the planet shattered.......How much has leaked?"
"As far as I can tell, maybe half the planet."
"......It should have shattered by now. It did the last time long before that much was on the surface."
He comes back with the meal and hands it to the Vorox.
He gives a couple of widgets to pay for the meal and starts eating it.
"Anything strange going on in the city lately?"
"Don't know. Kra Metru has been cut off. We have specters of sorts in the streets taking over everything. Being newcomers they probably didn't show themselves to you. If you aren't careful they will kill you. On the other hand EP is leaking out a few lots down."
Noticing Tredixs he comments, "Hello, need anything?"
Out on the street outside the Broken Bohrok and against the opposite building, a multitude of shadows are strewn. They have always been there, occurring naturally, they are of no particular importance. Now, however, something begins to change. Could the shadows be growing a bit darker than they once were? Are they perhaps growing larger? The shadows seem to lengthen and increase in the area. This may simply be because of the time of day.
Silently, a pair of blue eyes dimly blink open deep in the midst of a shadow clinging tightly high up on the right side of this opposite building. The eyes stare out keenly, looking down below at the street, and then at the entrance to the Broken Bohrok. The eyes vanish after only three seconds.
A slow minute passes by before a matoran sized figure, wearing a black, tattered cloak and carrying a sturdy walking stick ambles slowly into the area and down the street.
Out on the street outside the Broken Bohrok and against the opposite building, a multitude of shadows are strewn. They have always been there, occurring naturally, they are of no particular importance. Now, however, something begins to change. Could the shadows be growing a bit darker than they once were? Are they perhaps growing larger? The shadows seem to lengthen and increase in the area. This may simply be because of the time of day.
Silently, a pair of blue eyes dimly blink open deep in the midst of a shadow clinging tightly high up on the right side of this opposite building. The eyes stare out keenly, looking down below at the street, and then at the entrance to the Broken Bohrok. The eyes vanish after only three seconds.
A slow minute passes by before a matoran sized figure, wearing a black, tattered cloak and carrying a sturdy walking stick ambles slowly into the area and down the street.
RMS forces glance over him, scanning his species and weapons with an Akaku and species database.
Out on the street outside the Broken Bohrok and against the opposite building, a multitude of shadows are strewn. They have always been there, occurring naturally, they are of no particular importance. Now, however, something begins to change. Could the shadows be growing a bit darker than they once were? Are they perhaps growing larger? The shadows seem to lengthen and increase in the area. This may simply be because of the time of day.
Silently, a pair of blue eyes dimly blink open deep in the midst of a shadow clinging tightly high up on the right side of this opposite building. The eyes stare out keenly, looking down below at the street, and then at the entrance to the Broken Bohrok. The eyes vanish after only three seconds.
A slow minute passes by before a matoran sized figure, wearing a black, tattered cloak and carrying a sturdy walking stick ambles slowly into the area and down the street.
RMS forces glance over him, scanning his species and weapons with an Akaku and species database.
The RMS forces note that this figure outwardly has all the features of a matoran. His insides, however, contain no mechanical components; just some dense material.
The figure glances at the RMS forces with an expression of dis-satisfaction before turning his gaze towards the Broken Bohrok. The matoran heads inside and surveys the scene.