Post by We Are Vashari on Jan 25, 2017 21:25:47 GMT -6
The following takes place three months before the start of the New World. Warning, may be considered disturbing for some people:
Far out in the Wastes, a lowly village was burning. There were twelve Glatorian that lived there, a variety of beings who really didn't fit in anywhere like most of the villages throughout the Wastes.
All twelve of them were currently on their knees, eleven Krekka Golems, Skakdi, and Vorox stood before them as the ten huts burned to the ground in the night sky. Their leader paced back and forth before them all.
He was a familiar spineless Skakdi, who stood up right unlike most of his brethren and talked with a calm, clear accent, the silver on his body shining from the light of the fire. A cloak flowed from his shoulders as he paced, the actual Kohli Staff of Makuta Teridax rested in his hand, its duel spear end facing downward while the heave hammer end rested on his shoulder. A very old, very cracked Kanohi Mask was fused to his silver face.
"Now you maybe wondering, "Why? Why are they burning down our home? Why is their leader so handsome?" Thank you by the way. And I'll tell you why. Last week I came here, very friendly like I have to so many of these other tiny settlements across the Wastes, and made one thing very clear."
"Now I have to remind you. Not cool. I made myself very clear last time. So once again, here is the New World Order. "I hereby comply in sound body and sound mind to bequeath all my personal affects, including but not limited to my home, my food, my possessions, and my entire existence to you, dear master of the Waste lands, lest I succumb to extreme bodily harm.""
"To put simply, "Give me your stuff, or I kill you violently." And what did you do? You decide to fight against me and my friendly offer. You rejected my rule. Just like him."
"A long time ago I had an empire, but I made mistakes. I was young, we've all been there, done that. And one Toa who thought he was better then everyone else decide I wasn't running things right. In hindsight he was right. The point is, I didn't have the New World Order set up, and lost everything. But this time around, I'm going to do things right."
"So here's the deal. I brought twelve men with me, one for each of you, and you managed to kill one. That's a big no-no. They subdued you, like the good little soldiers they are, and here we are. Now I want you all to work for me, expect one. One of you will die. Here. Right now. In front of everyone else. Any questions."
He stopped, looking each of them in the eye. "No, good. But I have one. High one of you is the leader?" He looked around at them again. "Blue?" He pointed the Kohli staff at the blue Glatorian to the left. "Green?" He pointed at the green Glatorian to the right. "Red?" He pointed at the red Glatorian at the center. Then he pointed to the yellow one to the right at the red one, the one that was clearly the most frightened. "What about you Yellow Guy? You the leader? The one who convinced the others to go against me?"
The yellow Glatorian rapidly shook his head. Then he made a very subtle, almost inconceivable glance to the White Glatorian to the left of the red one. "Really?" The Skakdi pointed to the red one again. "It's usually the red guys."
The Skakdi went up close to the white Glatorians face. "So it was you, huh? Not your best move. Leading these people against me was very unwise." He reeled back, and begun to pace again.
"You're a monster!" The white Glatorian yelled. "We all chose to fight you!"
"Oh, I know. I know." He stopped, putting up a finger. He got into her face again. "The difference between me and every other monster is that I'm not afraid to admit it. Oh, and I also rule the world. You all just don't know it yet."
With speed faster than the twelve Glatorian had every see the Skakdi spun around, swing the Kohli Staff, and bringing the hammer end down onto the head of the Yellow Glatorian, a loud, sickening crack echoing throughout the night. The yellow Glatorian dropped like a rock to the desert ground. "I don't like cowards." The Skakdi said coldly. Then he struck him again. And again. And again. And again for what seemed like hours.
The Skakdi didn't stop until the yellow Glatorian head was reduced to a smudge of twisted metal and organic goo on the sand. The other eleven Glatorian sat in horror. Most of them cried, some them retched, others closed their eyes and thought of something else, though the sound was impossible to ignore.
"Wooo! That is always fun!" The Skakdi cheered. He turned to his followers who had been watching with twisted delight like it was movie night. He calmly walked back to the white Glatorian, pointing the weapon at her. "Now tell me." He demanded slowly. "Who is the boss?"
She was silent for a moment. "You." She whispered.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"You!" She said loudly.
"What is the New World Order?"
"Whatever you say it is." She said.
"What is your name?"
"Tileila."
"Wrong! It's whatever I say it is."
"It's whatever you say its is." She repeated as she cried.
"That's right! Welcome to the crew!" He turned to his followers. "Take them."
And as they dragged the eleven Glatorian away, a black portal opened up next to the Skakdi. At all black and white figure stepped out. The Skakdi bowed with a flourish. "To what do I owe the honor of your audience, Grand Inquisitor."
"Silence Vezon. I don't have much time. There's a few giant robots I have to take care of." Solorok begun to pace, much like how the Skakdi was earlier. "You do such a fantastic job of spreading Toroks truth across all plains of Creation. So how would you like an army of Nuva powered soldiers? You'll find them at your compound."
"Thank you my Lord." Vezon bowed once again. "What if they don't take to my management."
"I'm sure you'll find a way to enjoy yourself with any naysayers." Solorok nodded at the remains of the yellow Glatorian.
The two shared a simple laugh, then Solorok left through the portal. "How I love that guy." Vezon laughed almost the entire way back to his compound.
Far out in the Wastes, a lowly village was burning. There were twelve Glatorian that lived there, a variety of beings who really didn't fit in anywhere like most of the villages throughout the Wastes.
All twelve of them were currently on their knees, eleven Krekka Golems, Skakdi, and Vorox stood before them as the ten huts burned to the ground in the night sky. Their leader paced back and forth before them all.
He was a familiar spineless Skakdi, who stood up right unlike most of his brethren and talked with a calm, clear accent, the silver on his body shining from the light of the fire. A cloak flowed from his shoulders as he paced, the actual Kohli Staff of Makuta Teridax rested in his hand, its duel spear end facing downward while the heave hammer end rested on his shoulder. A very old, very cracked Kanohi Mask was fused to his silver face.
"Now you maybe wondering, "Why? Why are they burning down our home? Why is their leader so handsome?" Thank you by the way. And I'll tell you why. Last week I came here, very friendly like I have to so many of these other tiny settlements across the Wastes, and made one thing very clear."
"Now I have to remind you. Not cool. I made myself very clear last time. So once again, here is the New World Order. "I hereby comply in sound body and sound mind to bequeath all my personal affects, including but not limited to my home, my food, my possessions, and my entire existence to you, dear master of the Waste lands, lest I succumb to extreme bodily harm.""
"To put simply, "Give me your stuff, or I kill you violently." And what did you do? You decide to fight against me and my friendly offer. You rejected my rule. Just like him."
"A long time ago I had an empire, but I made mistakes. I was young, we've all been there, done that. And one Toa who thought he was better then everyone else decide I wasn't running things right. In hindsight he was right. The point is, I didn't have the New World Order set up, and lost everything. But this time around, I'm going to do things right."
"So here's the deal. I brought twelve men with me, one for each of you, and you managed to kill one. That's a big no-no. They subdued you, like the good little soldiers they are, and here we are. Now I want you all to work for me, expect one. One of you will die. Here. Right now. In front of everyone else. Any questions."
He stopped, looking each of them in the eye. "No, good. But I have one. High one of you is the leader?" He looked around at them again. "Blue?" He pointed the Kohli staff at the blue Glatorian to the left. "Green?" He pointed at the green Glatorian to the right. "Red?" He pointed at the red Glatorian at the center. Then he pointed to the yellow one to the right at the red one, the one that was clearly the most frightened. "What about you Yellow Guy? You the leader? The one who convinced the others to go against me?"
The yellow Glatorian rapidly shook his head. Then he made a very subtle, almost inconceivable glance to the White Glatorian to the left of the red one. "Really?" The Skakdi pointed to the red one again. "It's usually the red guys."
The Skakdi went up close to the white Glatorians face. "So it was you, huh? Not your best move. Leading these people against me was very unwise." He reeled back, and begun to pace again.
"You're a monster!" The white Glatorian yelled. "We all chose to fight you!"
"Oh, I know. I know." He stopped, putting up a finger. He got into her face again. "The difference between me and every other monster is that I'm not afraid to admit it. Oh, and I also rule the world. You all just don't know it yet."
With speed faster than the twelve Glatorian had every see the Skakdi spun around, swing the Kohli Staff, and bringing the hammer end down onto the head of the Yellow Glatorian, a loud, sickening crack echoing throughout the night. The yellow Glatorian dropped like a rock to the desert ground. "I don't like cowards." The Skakdi said coldly. Then he struck him again. And again. And again. And again for what seemed like hours.
The Skakdi didn't stop until the yellow Glatorian head was reduced to a smudge of twisted metal and organic goo on the sand. The other eleven Glatorian sat in horror. Most of them cried, some them retched, others closed their eyes and thought of something else, though the sound was impossible to ignore.
"Wooo! That is always fun!" The Skakdi cheered. He turned to his followers who had been watching with twisted delight like it was movie night. He calmly walked back to the white Glatorian, pointing the weapon at her. "Now tell me." He demanded slowly. "Who is the boss?"
She was silent for a moment. "You." She whispered.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"You!" She said loudly.
"What is the New World Order?"
"Whatever you say it is." She said.
"What is your name?"
"Tileila."
"Wrong! It's whatever I say it is."
"It's whatever you say its is." She repeated as she cried.
"That's right! Welcome to the crew!" He turned to his followers. "Take them."
And as they dragged the eleven Glatorian away, a black portal opened up next to the Skakdi. At all black and white figure stepped out. The Skakdi bowed with a flourish. "To what do I owe the honor of your audience, Grand Inquisitor."
"Silence Vezon. I don't have much time. There's a few giant robots I have to take care of." Solorok begun to pace, much like how the Skakdi was earlier. "You do such a fantastic job of spreading Toroks truth across all plains of Creation. So how would you like an army of Nuva powered soldiers? You'll find them at your compound."
"Thank you my Lord." Vezon bowed once again. "What if they don't take to my management."
"I'm sure you'll find a way to enjoy yourself with any naysayers." Solorok nodded at the remains of the yellow Glatorian.
The two shared a simple laugh, then Solorok left through the portal. "How I love that guy." Vezon laughed almost the entire way back to his compound.