"Where do you want to go?" Gladius asks, pressing a device into the Turaga's hand.
"The site we chose... they are already almost too far gone to save..." He examines the device.
It has a single button, and is connected to two others which are being held by GLadius and Armax. "Just concentrate on the destination and push the button."
"The site we chose... they are already almost too far gone to save..." He examines the device.
It has a single button, and is connected to two others which are being held by GLadius and Armax. "Just concentrate on the destination and push the button."
Small unseen squads of Zyglak search the Metru for Nynrah ghosts, supprised to find five non-mutated Fe-matoran who care nothing of the Great Beings... those five are taken captive.
Small unseen squads of Zyglak search the Metru for Nynrah ghosts, supprised to find five non-mutated Fe-matoran who care nothing of the Great Beings... those five are taken captive.
Per request, the remaining squads steal the equipment needed from various labs, but mostly from the one the five Nynrah worked at.
Small unseen squads of Zyglak search the Metru for Nynrah ghosts, supprised to find five non-mutated Fe-matoran who care nothing of the Great Beings... those five are taken captive.
Per request, the remaining squads steal the equipment needed from various labs, but mostly from the one the five Nynrah worked at.
A driving wind and pounding rain spread into the metru, washing the EP throughout the city outward. It also provides everyone with much-needed water. Mmmm.
Red masked Matoran arrive and announce the good news of Revolution. Red Flags are placed are every street corner, and Matoran are invited to rejoice in freedom which many do.