Amarea, the Crysona representing Crystalia's Love and Lust, teleports to the gates, her hot pink armor sparkling with glitter. She giggles, bouncing up in her heels, knocking with a chirp. "Boop! Boop! Boop!" She says for each knock. "Kolokvar! Let me iiiin!"
Amarea, the Crysona representing Crystalia's Love and Lust, teleports to the gates, her hot pink armor sparkling with glitter. She giggles, bouncing up in her heels, knocking with a chirp. "Boop! Boop! Boop!" She says for each knock. "Kolokvar! Let me iiiin!"
Foros essentially goes on lockdown as Kolokvar and his FSS immediately recognize her as not only a Makuta, but a aspect of Crystalia herself. Kolokvar organizes a team consisting of two FSS Muaka tanks, both armed with lohrak cannons, five FSS agents, and four ECU troopers. ECU snipers take aim from above with Incendiary Delta Kanoka Missiles.
The gate opens, and the party comes out. The FSS Commander at the head of the column address the crysona.
"We know who you are. We have several snipers on the gate above, and in the jungle behind you. The very ground you stand on is rigged to explode at my cue, and the troopers behind me are prepared to ignite your head in explosion. You are dangerous, and will understand why we have taken these precautions. You will state your intentions here."
Amarea giggles again. "I'm looking for Kolokvar, of course!" She giggles, her pink armor..again, it's got glitter. "Ew, you guys should let me fix your armor! Those colors suck! Ooh, maybe a nice blood red, Odium likes blood red. Or maybe yellow, like Libitia?" She giggles, shaking her head.
Amarea giggles again. "I'm looking for Kolokvar, of course!" She giggles, her pink armor..again, it's got glitter. "Ew, you guys should let me fix your armor! Those colors suck! Ooh, maybe a nice blood red, Odium likes blood red. Or maybe yellow, like Libitia?" She giggles, shaking her head.
"I want to see Kolokvar!" She snickers out.
The commander is unfazed by her...erratic... behaviour.
"That is thrice now you have expressed your wish to see our leader. But you have yet to answer why."
She sniffles. "C-can you just bring Koloky here?" She cries.
"لا", says the Commander, "Lord Kolokvar does not make house calls. You will remain here until he has affirmed us to admit you. Or kill you, for that matter."
She sniffles. "C-can you just bring Koloky here?" She cries.
"لا", says the Commander, "Lord Kolokvar does not make house calls. You will remain here until he has affirmed us to admit you. Or kill you, for that matter."
She glares, wiping her tears. "Then go ask Koloky." She whines, before glaring at one of the snipers. "Hey! If you're gonna shoot me, don't shoot my heels! Those are pink diamond!" She hisses. "Shoot my ankle if you need to shoot my foot!"
"لا", says the Commander, "Lord Kolokvar does not make house calls. You will remain here until he has affirmed us to admit you. Or kill you, for that matter."
She glares, wiping her tears. "Then go ask Koloky." She whines, before glaring at one of the snipers. "Hey! If you're gonna shoot me, don't shoot my heels! Those are pink diamond!" She hisses. "Shoot my ankle if you need to shoot my foot!"
"I will most certainly make an effort. But In explosions and disintegrations, there is often collateral damage. Nevertheless, Kolokvar has been inquired, and he is resolving his decision as we speak."
She grits her teeth, before bending down. She removes the heels, replacing them with a more opaque heel, as well as removing her mask, replacing it with a copy, only more opaque. "There. If you shoot me, don't shoot these. They are freaking Pink Diamond and if you scratch them I will come back from the dead to haunt you." She says seriously and darkly. She turns to the other dude and smiles. "Yay! Kolokvar!!!" She sequels, bubbly.
She grits her teeth, before bending down. She removes the heels, replacing them with a more opaque heel, as well as removing her mask, replacing it with a copy, only more opaque. "There. If you shoot me, don't shoot these. They are freaking Pink Diamond and if you scratch them I will come back from the dead to haunt you." She says seriously and darkly. She turns to the other dude and smiles. "Yay! Kolokvar!!!" She sequels, bubbly.
On the inside, the commander would like nothing better than to line up her pink diamond before a Tank, and run them over, only to shoot them with a DKM, and use Kardas energy from the airships above.
In his citadel, Kolokvar beats his mask against a wall repeatedly. "This might be the worst idea of my life, but....admit her."
The Commander says. "You're in luck. We will not kill you. Follow me."
The scans find nothing recognizable about the entity. Not even a life signature.
"Greetings."
"Hello"
"Makuta Kolokvar is here."
It turns its helm to Amarea.
"Tell him that Makuta Karunax has been executed by the Xian Empire without ceremony... and tell him that he, along with whomever else is left of his kind, is next."
"Tell him that Makuta Karunax has been executed by the Xian Empire without ceremony... and tell him that he, along with whomever else is left of his kind, is next."
The Agent replies, "Makuta Kolokvar kindly rejects your warning, and refers you to Destral."
"Tell him that Makuta Karunax has been executed by the Xian Empire without ceremony... and tell him that he, along with whomever else is left of his kind, is next."
The Agent replies, "Makuta Kolokvar kindly rejects your warning, and refers you to Destral."
"Worry not. Destral will be no more of an exception than your master. It will be a fitting end for such creatures--to be slaughtered like the bloated pigs they are."
The Agent replies, "Makuta Kolokvar kindly rejects your warning, and refers you to Destral."
"Worry not. Destral will be no more of an exception than your master. It will be a fitting end for such creatures--to be slaughtered like the bloated pigs they are."
"Why something like you would care about the mortality of "bloated pigs", as you put it, is beyond me. Good day, sir."
"Worry not. Destral will be no more of an exception than your master. It will be a fitting end for such creatures--to be slaughtered like the bloated pigs they are."
"Why something like you would care about the mortality of "bloated pigs", as you put it, is beyond me. Good day, sir."
The gates shut.
As the gates close, the entity replies,
"Completely understandable. Most things are beyond you."
Amarea, the feral Crysona of Love, approaches the gates with the fresh carcass of a large animal, which she drags over. She lets out a shrill chirp, looking nothing like Amarea, aside from being pink and having Pink Diamond heels, but the heels seem to have become spikes all over the being.