A few busted screens turn on and Fixer's face appears, "Hello, you should recognize me as one of the veterans of the original attack on our city. I'm here to ask a question. Why? Why do we trust the Brotherhood? What the karz have they done for us in the past thousand so years? I'll tell you, they have murdered our kin, burned our villages in their crusades, and as we speak are attacking the homes of matoran across the globe. We need to cut out the disease that we have allowed to fester in this city. Take up arms. Fight! We have allowed ourselves to be consumed by petty disagreements. Talinist or not it doesn't matter, we must unite against the menace that has taken root in our city! We have forgotten our virtues. We have shunned our Duty, shattered our Unity, and ignored our Destiny. We must fight now or forever remain trampled by those bigger than us."
"Well....um....no.....but I don't think that is a tribe color.....What element are you?"
"Gatora, you will not find Zenila here. This Metru is a new safe haven."
As if the world desires to prove Rinowill wrong, a cluster of vines form, but do not attack Gatora. They speak slowly. "Inharax is insane. You must stop him. I should not be he-" The vines promptly shrivel up and die, letting out a hideous scream.
"Gatora, you will not find Zenila here. This Metru is a new safe haven."
As if the world desires to prove Rinowill wrong, a cluster of vines form, but do not attack Gatora. They speak slowly. "Inharax is insane. You must stop him. I should not be he-" The vines promptly shrivel up and die, letting out a hideous scream.
As if the world desires to prove Rinowill wrong, a cluster of vines form, but do not attack Gatora. They speak slowly. "Inharax is insane. You must stop him. I should not be he-" The vines promptly shrivel up and die, letting out a hideous scream.