The Iron Wolf, with its occupants of four former Skrall-now-element-lords and three Toa rolls into the desert and continues driving away from atero.
"You do know this desert is filled with the GB's mechanical animals, right?"
Prestixx lifts a finger to explain that he had in fact thought of that and has a perfectly good explanation... and then realizes that the skrall has an excellent point. "Erm. Well at least we won't have angry Matoran turning the tank into a tin can, right?"
"You do know this desert is filled with the GB's mechanical animals, right?"
Prestixx lifts a finger to explain that he had in fact thought of that and has a perfectly good explanation... and then realizes that the skrall has an excellent point. "Erm. Well at least we won't have angry Matoran turning the tank into a tin can, right?"
Prestixx lifts a finger to explain that he had in fact thought of that and has a perfectly good explanation... and then realizes that the skrall has an excellent point. "Erm. Well at least we won't have angry Matoran turning the tank into a tin can, right?"
"I suppose."
"I'm betting we don't need food anymore, but the Toa do, so we're going to need to set up camp somewhere."
Zedara is intrigued by the desert and decides to explore.
She sees the sight and hears the sound of a Kraata Hound dashing relentlessly after her, following the unique scent of Light.
She doesn't recognize the beast, but she knows it's certainly not friendly. The small Matoran turns and runs, her tiny legs certainly not making up much ground against the predator.
She sees the sight and hears the sound of a Kraata Hound dashing relentlessly after her, following the unique scent of Light.
She doesn't recognize the beast, but she knows it's certainly not friendly. The small Matoran turns and runs, her tiny legs certainly not making up much ground against the predator.
The Hound sees the matoran begin to flee and chases ever faster, sand glowing and smouldering with heat beneath it's claws. It is a long way off yet, but at such speeds it will soon be upon her.
She doesn't recognize the beast, but she knows it's certainly not friendly. The small Matoran turns and runs, her tiny legs certainly not making up much ground against the predator.
The Hound sees the matoran begin to flee and chases ever faster, sand glowing and smouldering with heat beneath it's claws. It is a long way off yet, but at such speeds it will soon be upon her.
She looks left and right for any place to hide, or anything to ward off the beast. finding none she looks in her pack. The Golden Mask glares up at her, light dousing her mask causing the beast to run even faster. She removes the mask and shakes it.
"What do you do!?"
She looks up in panic as the beast closes ever closer. When the beast is within a few Bio, she winces and holds the mask up, hiding her face in it.
The Hound sees the matoran begin to flee and chases ever faster, sand glowing and smouldering with heat beneath it's claws. It is a long way off yet, but at such speeds it will soon be upon her.
She looks left and right for any place to hide, or anything to ward off the beast. finding none she looks in her pack. The Golden Mask glares up at her, light dousing her mask causing the beast to run even faster. She removes the mask and shakes it.
"What do you do!?"
She looks up in panic as the beast closes ever closer. When the beast is within a few Bio, she winces and holds the mask up, hiding her face in it.
An explosion of light rocks the desert.
Zedara gets up and shakes her head. She notices the Kraata hound carcass beside her, and glassy sand beneath them. She stands up shakily, and suddenly she is soaring above the earth. It takes her a second to realize she has over doubled in height. Then, the thought enters her mind.
Am I a...a Toa?
Suddenly a rush of excitement goes through her. She sees that her walking stick has become a long Lance. She thinks about testing her powers. She aims her Lance at the sand, sending a concentrated beam of light into it promptly turning it into glass.