Matoran interested in combat knowledge filter into the RMS commander's tent with various questions.
He answers the questions promptly and precisely, though as soon as he has spare time he has a sign and posters made directing Matoran to training grounds where other agents can instruct them.
"Turaga. I request that, at a later time, you come to meet with the leaders off all the squabbling groups in this world. Differences shall be permanently settled there."
"Turaga. I request that, at a later time, you come to meet with the leaders off all the squabbling groups in this world. Differences shall be permanently settled there."
"Turaga. I request that, at a later time, you come to meet with the leaders off all the squabbling groups in this world. Differences shall be permanently settled there."
Feand approaches the city and Forian, who has been patrolling the outside of the city out of boredom, sees him.
"You!" Forian grabs his hatchets. "Stay away from here! You plague carrying monster!"
Feand doesn't stop walking.
"I said stay back!" Forian tosses on of his hatchets at Feand.
Feand easily catches the hatchet from the air and then starts licking the edge of the blade as if it was ice cream. "Hhhmmm. What a terrible flavor. This blade would surely ruin the taste of anything that it cuts." He tosses the hatchet behind him. "But I shouldn't expect anything less from a Jungle Tribe Glatorian. You guys like to make yourselves taste so terrible for some reason."
"Sssta-a-ay back! I mean it!"
Feand now has come almost face to face with Forian. "Oh I believe you kid." His tail strikes Forian's hand, knocking the other hatchet out of the Glatorian's hand. "There's just nothing you can do to stop me." He goes into the city, leaving Forian standing there shivering.
Feand approaches the city and Forian, who has been patrolling the outside of the city out of boredom, sees him.
"You!" Forian grabs his hatchets. "Stay away from here! You plague carrying monster!"
Feand doesn't stop walking.
"I said stay back!" Forian tosses on of his hatchets at Feand.
Feand easily catches the hatchet from the air and then starts licking the edge of the blade as if it was ice cream. "Hhhmmm. What a terrible flavor. This blade would surely ruin the taste of anything that it cuts." He tosses the hatchet behind him. "But I shouldn't expect anything less from a Jungle Tribe Glatorian. You guys like to make yourselves taste so terrible for some reason."
"Sssta-a-ay back! I mean it!"
Feand now has come almost face to face with Forian. "Oh I believe you kid." His tail strikes Forian's hand, knocking the other hatchet out of the Glatorian's hand. "There's just nothing you can do to stop me." He goes into the city, leaving Forian standing there shivering.
An RMS patrol of five, with two recruit Matoran, stop Feand.
Feand approaches the city and Forian, who has been patrolling the outside of the city out of boredom, sees him.
"You!" Forian grabs his hatchets. "Stay away from here! You plague carrying monster!"
Feand doesn't stop walking.
"I said stay back!" Forian tosses on of his hatchets at Feand.
Feand easily catches the hatchet from the air and then starts licking the edge of the blade as if it was ice cream. "Hhhmmm. What a terrible flavor. This blade would surely ruin the taste of anything that it cuts." He tosses the hatchet behind him. "But I shouldn't expect anything less from a Jungle Tribe Glatorian. You guys like to make yourselves taste so terrible for some reason."
"Sssta-a-ay back! I mean it!"
Feand now has come almost face to face with Forian. "Oh I believe you kid." His tail strikes Forian's hand, knocking the other hatchet out of the Glatorian's hand. "There's just nothing you can do to stop me." He goes into the city, leaving Forian standing there shivering.
An RMS patrol of five, with two recruit Matoran, stop Feand.
"Do you come out of peace or malice?"
"Peace. I'm here to visit a friend and then I'm leaving."
As Amra is putting some finishing touches on a mounted launcher, Spolug is waiting behind a ledge to jump at the Toa and scare him. She thinks she has found the perfect and jumps! Only for Amra to lean out of the way and grab the prankster Vo-Matoran.
"Oh come on! It was perfect! How did you know!"
"I take it you haven't dealt with Vahki before. I can see what you see. I made sure to keep an eye on you, since the others said you are quite the trouble maker."
"Still having troubles, even here? I thought this city was supposed to be trouble maker free! How disappointing!" Feand says exaggeratedly as he approaches Amra.
Amra sends Spolug down and tells her to make herself useful. She walks off backwards, her eyes not leaving Amra until she trips and rolls backwards down some stairs. Amra sighs. "Any news?"
"Yep. Found Tredixs.....Well, more like Tredixs found me, but he's alive. Nice to see you aren't hiding in the shadows this time."
"Building defenses is soothing. I used to do it a lot."
"Did that include spying?"
"No, of course not. I didn't know I could do that then."
"Then don't now. A guardian stands outside, protecting those inside. A tyrant or intruder constantly monitors those they claim to be protecting."
"But what if--"
"Then they wanted to die. Just have a bit more trust and you'll find that they're easily predictable....And you might want to check on that Matoran again. See ya."
"Bye." Amra says as he see Feand goes to leave the city. He activities his sight and sees that Spolug is trying to spook the Turaga. "Spolug, not again." He runs off to stop her.
As Amra is putting some finishing touches on a mounted launcher, Spolug is waiting behind a ledge to jump at the Toa and scare him. She thinks she has found the perfect and jumps! Only for Amra to lean out of the way and grab the prankster Vo-Matoran.
"Oh come on! It was perfect! How did you know!"
"I take it you haven't dealt with Vahki before. I can see what you see. I made sure to keep an eye on you, since the others said you are quite the trouble maker."
"Still having troubles, even here? I thought this city was supposed to be trouble maker free! How disappointing!" Feand says exaggeratedly as he approaches Amra.
Amra sends Spolug down and tells her to make herself useful. She walks off backwards, her eyes not leaving Amra until she trips and rolls backwards down some stairs. Amra sighs. "Any news?"
"Yep. Found Tredixs.....Well, more like Tredixs found me, but he's alive. Nice to see you aren't hiding in the shadows this time."
"Building defenses is soothing. I used to do it a lot."
"Did that include spying?"
"No, of course not. I didn't know I could do that then."
"Then don't now. A guardian stands outside, protecting those inside. A tyrant or intruder constantly monitors those they claim to be protecting."
"But what if--"
"Then they wanted to die. Just have a bit more trust and you'll find that they're easily predictable....And you might want to check on that Matoran again. See ya."
"Bye." Amra says as he see Feand goes to leave the city. He activities his sight and sees that Spolug is trying to spook the Turaga. "Spolug, not again." He runs off to stop her.
Kadix accidentally thinks about flying again and falls out of the sky near Spolug.
