After hearing the dialogue about some sort of attack, Silver glances back at the three to see Charix and Magzus teleport away. He then focuses on The Composer and scans him, "Fascinating."
Charix glances at Magzus before speaking again to The Composer.
"Yes, Xia's presence would be most helpful. I shall postpone the attack until Xia is ready. I must leave now, I have matters to attend to."
Charix darts another glance at Magzus, sending a mental message to him. "And you are coming with me, if you would. You requested my plan. You shall know it."
Charix teleports himself and Magzus away to the Plains of the Skakdi and New Chagrin.
Charix glances at Magzus before speaking again to The Composer.
"Yes, Xia's presence would be most helpful. I shall postpone the attack until Xia is ready. I must leave now, I have matters to attend to."
Charix darts another glance at Magzus, sending a mental message to him. "And you are coming with me, if you would. You requested my plan. You shall know it."
Charix teleports himself and Magzus away to the Plains of the Skakdi and New Chagrin.
Charix glances at Magzus before speaking again to The Composer.
"Yes, Xia's presence would be most helpful. I shall postpone the attack until Xia is ready. I must leave now, I have matters to attend to."
Charix darts another glance at Magzus, sending a mental message to him. "And you are coming with me, if you would. You requested my plan. You shall know it."
Charix teleports himself and Magzus away to the Plains of the Skakdi and New Chagrin.
The Composer proceeds the rest of the way into Xia, the gates parting before him and shutting once he's through.
After hearing the dialogue about some sort of attack, Silver glances back at the three to see Charix and Magzus teleport away. He then focuses on The Composer and scans him, "Fascinating."
"Greetings Xians. I am Raltisk, a commander in the organization of Chagrin. I am contacting you in regards to the situation of Atero-Nui. The city still sits in the clutches of the Talinist regime and, nothing, so far as I can tell, has been done to further the work of the Atero Guard. With all due respect, I request the aid of Xia in fulfilling the Guard's expectations. With the disappearance of the Manas, it would seem there would be no better time."
Several moments pass before Mohtrixx's face appears upon the Chagrinian screen. "I agree such action has been postponed for far too long. The chaos of Zurakia's attack and XAI's failure have now faded enough that I believe action will be forthcoming. You may trust that Xia and both factions of matoran will do all they can to liberate Atero a final time."
The Composer appears in the same chamber as Mohtrixx. If the guy isn't a physical presence, then he's merely contacted.
"That is not all Charix wants. He would like Xian forces to accompany his own for an assault on Zurakia's stronghold. What do you make of that?"
Mohtrixx flinches at the Composers sudden appearance, but quickly relaxes. "Hmm. Zurakia is certainly a threat, and the Matoran factions could likely free Atero on their own..." Mohtrixx tilts his head in thought. "Charix's forces know how to properly harm Zurakia's warriors, and with a little thought we can likely do the same. We can block out their scout, shield against their artillery... If we strike quickly enough, it just might work. Yes, we will assist."
After hearing the dialogue about some sort of attack, Silver glances back at the three to see Charix and Magzus teleport away. He then focuses on The Composer and scans him, "Fascinating."
It's like scanning a brick wall.
Due to such a strange composition - no pun intended I swear - Silver emits low frequency pings, so quiet that no normal being could hear them, and uses the way in which they bounce off TC to try and determine what he is made of.
Due to such a strange composition - no pun intended I swear - Silver emits low frequency pings, so quiet that no normal being could hear them, and uses the way in which they bounce off TC to try and determine what he is made of.
The matter from which he is made doesn't match any previously known form, and its composition seems to be constantly shifting. The Composer picks up on the frequencies as they strike him, but leaves their source alone. For he knows that whatever data is gathered regarding his physical form, it will be long outdated when the time comes for it to be used against him.
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The Composer appears in the same chamber as Mohtrixx. If the guy isn't a physical presence, then he's merely contacted.
"That is not all Charix wants. He would like Xian forces to accompany his own for an assault on Zurakia's stronghold. What do you make of that?"
Mohtrixx flinches at the Composers sudden appearance, but quickly relaxes. "Hmm. Zurakia is certainly a threat, and the Matoran factions could likely free Atero on their own..." Mohtrixx tilts his head in thought. "Charix's forces know how to properly harm Zurakia's warriors, and with a little thought we can likely do the same. We can block out their scout, shield against their artillery... If we strike quickly enough, it just might work. Yes, we will assist."
The Answer chuckles coldly. "The Brotherhood has not won their war, Charix. You are winning, they have lost. You now fight the central powers of Atero Nui and Xia." He takes a few steps away and exhales before returning to stare the Makuta in the eyes. "The Dark Hunters are hardly the same organization. The previous leaders lacked... vision. They had no agenda by which to move their pieces across the board. I have gathered elite fighters, mercenaries, and assassins to bring balance to this world. Should one power become greater than the other, they shall be reduced. While played by clever masters, this game is a deadly one. Think not on past history of the Dark Hunters, for the only similarity is the name (because it sounds so cool). You should instead be thinking about where my history will take this planet."
Charix returns The Answer's stare, his eyes betraying no emotion. "You cannot intimidate me Hunter. Your words strike me as only attempting to promote your organization to a level equal to my own. And you still misunderstand. The Brother-Hood has not lost. Makuta Karunax is the Brother-Hood, and, in his absence, I am the Brother-Hood. Inharax has been deposed, and his robots cannot stand against our Makuta brothers."
Charix pauses before continuing, taking the moment to attempt to read The Answer's mind in order to determine what may lie behind The Answer's words. "So you wish to be viewed as the leveler? The one who weakens the likely oppressor? What have you done to show this is true?"
OOC: I know it's been over a month, but I've had this reply in mind for a while
IC: Charix's mind probe reveals a labyrinthine network where reason is absent. The Answer begins chuckling again. It starts out slowly, but soon turns into a maniacal laugh. "Oh, Makuta Charix," he says while calming himself, "I do not need to speak of my past deeds. It is the future deed that you should worry about. I open my mind to you. The great leveler is permitting you to view his plan."
OOC2: To be fair, The Answer has no telepathic shields, so he couldn't hide it for long anyway
Charix returns The Answer's stare, his eyes betraying no emotion. "You cannot intimidate me Hunter. Your words strike me as only attempting to promote your organization to a level equal to my own. And you still misunderstand. The Brother-Hood has not lost. Makuta Karunax is the Brother-Hood, and, in his absence, I am the Brother-Hood. Inharax has been deposed, and his robots cannot stand against our Makuta brothers."
Charix pauses before continuing, taking the moment to attempt to read The Answer's mind in order to determine what may lie behind The Answer's words. "So you wish to be viewed as the leveler? The one who weakens the likely oppressor? What have you done to show this is true?"
OOC: I know it's been over a month, but I've had this reply in mind for a while
IC: Charix's mind probe reveals a labyrinthine network where reason is absent. The Answer begins chuckling again. It starts out slowly, but soon turns into a maniacal laugh. "Oh, Makuta Charix," he says while calming himself, "I do not need to speak of my past deeds. It is the future deed that you should worry about. I open my mind to you. The great leveler is permitting you to view his plan."
OOC2: To be fair, The Answer has no telepathic shields, so he couldn't hide it for long anyway
OOC: Right . I was wondering where this communication would go.
OOC2: So what is the plan? Or are you referring to the plan in saying that reason is absent?
OOC: I know it's been over a month, but I've had this reply in mind for a while
IC: Charix's mind probe reveals a labyrinthine network where reason is absent. The Answer begins chuckling again. It starts out slowly, but soon turns into a maniacal laugh. "Oh, Makuta Charix," he says while calming himself, "I do not need to speak of my past deeds. It is the future deed that you should worry about. I open my mind to you. The great leveler is permitting you to view his plan."
OOC2: To be fair, The Answer has no telepathic shields, so he couldn't hide it for long anyway
OOC: Right . I was wondering where this communication would go.
OOC2: So what is the plan? Or are you referring to the plan in saying that reason is absent?
OOC: There is reason to the plan, just no reason as to why anyone would do it
I figure that I can either tell you in a PM or write in that Charix remembers a facet when stuff happens.
OOC: I'd rather you PM me so I can gauge how concerned Charix would be with it.
The Answer now awaits Charix's response
OOC: Sorry to hold this up.
IC: Charix withdraws from the Answer's mind in a state of disbelief. On the one hand, the sheer maniacal mess of The Answer's mind makes it difficult to take him seriously. A instinctive tide of ridicule rises within Charix as he wonders how such a being can amount to anything. At the same moment, however the gravity of what The Answer is attempting to do strikes Charix as a serious concern. As the two differing responses met in Charix's mind, they mix, merging into a sudden grave concern. How can this incompetent be allowed to meddle in world affairs of this magnitude? Surely he will succeed only in imposing his insanity upon what remains of the fragile condition of the world. No, this was worse than Charix initially thought. This was Inharax Mk. 2.
Charix stares at The Answer, before responding in a tone devoid of emotion. "So you want to maintain a balance of power? So do I. Why not do this together? You clearly have the skills, while I clearly have the resources, connections, and power that you will need."