"He's not lying." "Hmm. Do you harbor any ill intent towards us?"
"Not currently. It depends on your intent towards me, I mean, you're obviously profiling me based on my race..."
"Still isn't lying." The matoran relaxes visibly. "Heh. Well, a group of rahkshi recently destroyed a large portion of our number. Can't be too careful."
"Not currently. It depends on your intent towards me, I mean, you're obviously profiling me based on my race..."
"Still isn't lying." The matoran relaxes visibly. "Heh. Well, a group of rahkshi recently destroyed a large portion of our number. Can't be too careful."
"I wouldn't know the feeling. By the way, you still don't know if I'm telling the truth. I could have easily changed that disk out to a remove poison kanoka with my Element."
"Still isn't lying." The matoran relaxes visibly. "Heh. Well, a group of rahkshi recently destroyed a large portion of our number. Can't be too careful."
"I wouldn't know the feeling. By the way, you still don't know if I'm telling the truth. I could have easily changed that disk out to a remove poison kanoka with my Element."
disk? The Rode matoran is using his mask, with a clip-on device that fires it's energy into himself.
"I wouldn't know the feeling. By the way, you still don't know if I'm telling the truth. I could have easily changed that disk out to a remove poison kanoka with my Element."
disk? The Rode matoran is using his mask, with a clip-on device that fires it's energy into himself.
"Rahkshi don't care about the difference between kanohi and kanoka, as long as they have power."
The matoran blinks at the odd response and shakes his head in confusion. "Anyway, have fun defending, I guess." He walks off.
Metarahk turns to the toa. "Bless my kraata! That guy was sooo racist!" He summons a pillar of iron protodermis from the ground, and begins sculpting himself. "Hey, I was thinking we could make annoying statues while we wait to defend this colony... you in?"
The matoran blinks at the odd response and shakes his head in confusion. "Anyway, have fun defending, I guess." He walks off.
Metarahk turns to the toa. "Bless my kraata! That guy was sooo racist!" He summons a pillar of iron protodermis from the ground, and begins sculpting himself. "Hey, I was thinking we could make annoying statues while we wait to defend this colony... you in?"
"...I don't know about the annoying part, but..." Fekari practices his powers on a metal mannequin.
Metarahk turns to the toa. "Bless my kraata! That guy was sooo racist!" He summons a pillar of iron protodermis from the ground, and begins sculpting himself. "Hey, I was thinking we could make annoying statues while we wait to defend this colony... you in?"
"...I don't know about the annoying part, but..." Fekari practices his powers on a metal mannequin.
Soon, the sculpture resembles your average ordinary everyday Guurahk. "Watch this."
The sculpture is flung into the air at high speeds.
"RAHKSHI!!!" Metarahk screams at the top of his lungs.
The statue lands right at the entrance of one of the caves.
"Aww yeah! Just look at their reaction time! That was impressive!"
He starts carving a toa.
"... You are, aren't you."
"Mad? Raving! but it's not as bad as you might suspect." He carves out another Guurahk, and flings both statues into the air. "RAHKSHI!!!" The metal toa and servant of Makuta land mere feet from eachother.
"Mad? Raving! but it's not as bad as you might suspect." He carves out another Guurahk, and flings both statues into the air. "RAHKSHI!!!" The metal toa and servant of Makuta land mere feet from eachother.
"You really should stop that before they throw you out." The rahkshi statue is blasted apart again. The toa statue is examined "Who made these things?"