Three toa -though the title is far from their deathly appearance- streak through the tunnels, catching sight of the RMS and stopping. The toa of Earth with an unusually short mechanical arm and blown open head speaks with a voice as if he were talking through protofoil. "We are tracking down an element lord and any toa in the Metru. Have you seen any?"
Three toa -though the title is far from their deathly appearance- streak through the tunnels, catching sight of the RMS and stopping. The toa of Earth with an unusually short mechanical arm and blown open head speaks with a voice as if he were talking through protofoil. "We are tracking down an element lord and any toa in the Metru. Have you seen any?"
Three toa -though the title is far from their deathly appearance- streak through the tunnels, catching sight of the RMS and stopping. The toa of Earth with an unusually short mechanical arm and blown open head speaks with a voice as if he were talking through protofoil. "We are tracking down an element lord and any toa in the Metru. Have you seen any?"
A few of the remaining telescreens sparked back to life, catching the attention of all survivors.
First, it showed multiple sobbing unarmed matoran from all elements, including many other races all being rounded up underground. They were in cuffs, the prison guards directing them wore Red masks and brandished crude weapons. A security code sat in the lower left corner of the screen, confirming the accuracy of the Talinist footage. In an instant, the guards lashed out and exterminated the prisoners, leaving none left to live.
Members of the original Atero-Nui Guard burst in and tried to capture the Red matoran while others checked the vitals of the recently deceased.
The scene changed to a new location, one full of rubble and despairing Av-matoran. Judging by the date, it was live.
"Why are you upset, Toa?" A voice from behind the camera asked.
"UPSET?!?! I'm RAGING! Do you not see this dark-carnage that was once Av-Metru?!?! Talin and the RMS turned the citadel into a karzing metorite! They evacuated their loyalists from the area before MURDERING half a city and crippling the rest! Are they the saviors you put your faith in?!" Leka unknowingly activated her mask, making all who heard her speech live start to agree with her. "Who do you see healing cripple-matoran? Any Red masks? No! The entirety of those you throw-cast out of Mata-Nui's great city are here helping your wounded neighbors! Xians, Skakdi, Guardsmen, Toa, and reject matoran are undoing dark-hatred your leader set in motion!"
The toa of Air paused, trying to calm her own despair.
"Why would you even follow-worship him? He says all toa are evil, but when he becomes one, he is the exception? He wrongfully blamed toa for bullying city with their power, but when he truly does abuse his power, you ignore it? WAKE UP! You are supporting a cross-wired lunatic bent on world domination!"
The Toa of Air took a deep breath, then let it out.
"Av-Metru will not-never be rebuilt. Sure, buildings can be erected where it once was, but lost-lives of innocent cannot be replaced. No hope of Blue Star can ever revive vaporized matoran! Ever-eager Talin let Brotherhood deal long-last blow, not caring for lives of those without Red masks. Why should you follow an arrogant bully with backward-view? One who orders quick-murder of slaves to prevent their freedom? No. I will not let you kill eachother. I'm not abandoning you to his cruel-fist."
Leka pierced the air in a cyclone of movement, taking to the sky in search of the Red Toa.
That mask looks good. A matoran thought, trying to hold a broken sliver of a metallic protodermis with the rest of its Rau shape. It's still intact. Good news for me... He tossed the shards away and donned the new kanohi.
A searing wave of energy blasted his face, fusing exposed protodermic tissue and heating his metal components. As it happened, the matoran could feel his bones cracking and his muscles inflating. Then he heard a voice inside his head like an erupting bioquake. "Hello matoran. I guess you ignored the locks on my archive door... I can tell we are going to be great friends."
That mask looks good. A matoran thought, trying to hold a broken sliver of a metallic protodermis with the rest of its Rau shape. It's still intact. Good news for me... He tossed the shards away and donned the new kanohi.
A searing wave of energy blasted his face, fusing exposed protodermic tissue and heating his metal components. As it happened, the matoran could feel his bones cracking and his muscles inflating. Then he heard a voice inside his head like an erupting bioquake. "Hello matoran. I guess you ignored the locks on my archive door... I can tell we are going to be great friends."
The body of the Onu matoran shimmered until he faded from visibility.