The Vortixx power scanners find energy signatures that suggest that dimensional manipulation occurred at various locations throughout the bar, and outside around the street.
Siyentid frowns and informs the RMS commander.
"We'll tell the Kra-Metru garrison and Destral. If you find more activity like this, call us."
The tank returns its turret to neutral position and the agents disperse. Two enter the Bohrok to ask questions to the patrons.
"We'll tell the Kra-Metru garrison and Destral. If you find more activity like this, call us."
The tank returns its turret to neutral position and the agents disperse. Two enter the Bohrok to ask questions to the patrons.
Siyentid nods.
He and his operatives return to their aircraft and fly away. SIyentid makes a call first, making a large order of energy-sensing visors and informing Xia of the situation.
Inside, one Silver-black Kra-Matoran absorbs the tainted energy out of yet another aged Bula Berry. "Refill!" He leans over to check on the elemental lord of fire at his feet. "Now now. 'ere, I gotcha s'more fuel." He dumps the drained berries into the flame, which sends off purple sparks. "Yeah, that's whatcha said tha last four times."
The Bartender discreetly pushes a button under the serving table, and the chair the Kra-Matoran is sitting on collapses no longer held together by magnetism.
"Huh, haven't seen you here before. Then again this place keeps me pretty busy. So, anything else I can getcha?"
The Bartender discreetly pushes a button under the serving table, and the chair the Kra-Matoran is sitting on collapses no longer held together by magnetism.
"Huh, haven't seen you here before. Then again this place keeps me pretty busy. So, anything else I can getcha?"
"Old tricks." He says, keeping the exact same position. Anyone watching would conclude that it would have to take some serious muscles. Eventually, he stands. "Does the stranger need a map back to Av-Metru? or has he come to seek our less-then-honorable services?" Wow, something is unusual here... other then his charismatic Mahiki smile.
The Bartender discreetly pushes a button under the serving table, and the chair the Kra-Matoran is sitting on collapses no longer held together by magnetism.
"Huh, haven't seen you here before. Then again this place keeps me pretty busy. So, anything else I can getcha?"
"Old tricks." He says, keeping the exact same position. Anyone watching would conclude that it would have to take some serious muscles. Eventually, he stands. "Does the stranger need a map back to Av-Metru? or has he come to seek our less-then-honorable services?" Wow, something is unusual here... other then his charismatic Mahiki smile.
Kuix, as is customary for him, looks the Matoran up and down and letting his power catagorize, collate, and process all the data about the Matoran. "Neither. I just wanted a drink."
"Old tricks." He says, keeping the exact same position. Anyone watching would conclude that it would have to take some serious muscles. Eventually, he stands. "Does the stranger need a map back to Av-Metru? or has he come to seek our less-then-honorable services?" Wow, something is unusual here... other then his charismatic Mahiki smile.
Kuix, as is customary for him, looks the Matoran up and down and letting his power catagorize, collate, and process all the data about the Matoran. "Neither. I just wanted a drink."
Kuix, as is customary for him, looks the Matoran up and down and letting his power catagorize, collate, and process all the data about the Matoran. "Neither. I just wanted a drink."