Xian Warehouses and Factories

The Sentinel flies over the city, examining every facet of it.

Several turrets focus on her, then return to normal scans as XAI recognizes her from the Xian databanks.

She continues to stride around, examining all the changes done to this new Xia. Things were so different now, she was once the most powerful defender that Xia could boast. Now, in her past form, she would have been utterly outdated compared to what Xia boasted now. If it weren't for the tech she found in the Underground, she would have been worthless. The problem she carries now is purpose. She is no longer 'The Defender', The 'Sentinel', now she is just an hyperpowered relic, examining the land that no longer had need of her...

"I know how you feel, things must feel like they've turned upside down for you in so little time."

The Sentinel whirled around, searching for the source of the voice. The lack of reaction from nearby people to the voice told her that it must be originating from inside her mind.

"..They told me you left."

"I did, far longer for me than for you. For centuries I have been travelling planets, spreading my influence in a wholly different galaxy. However, I decided to return here once again."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason? Like you, I once had a purpose, revenge. But now that purpose is taken from me, and all that's left is to take supremacy. I want you to join me."

"Why are you here? Do you expect the Xians to once more serve you?"

"No. They are too much under their own control now to serve with me, at least loyally. You, on the other hand, are more reliable, as I designed you to be."

"And why would I join you?"

"You wish to have a purpose, I can give that to you, serving me. It might seem hollow, that I admit, but look around you. Everything in this world, even Mata Nui himself, was made to serve their creator's wishes. There is nothing inherently wrong with this; it has been happening since the dawn of time."

"Who created you?"

"Fate, darkness, pain, and agony, the horror of watching my friends die or shun me, one by one, all because of a sacrifice I made that changed me forevermore."

There is silence inside The Sentinel's head for a microsecond of time before she makes her decision.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'm so glad you asked..."

As she walked away from the area, no person or machine would notice the faint flash of The Sentinel's eyes as they, for a split instant, flashed red.

OOC: Retcon due to the requirements to take former measure would probably cause problems.

IC:
The scan is simply... blocked out. Scanning the power will only result in getting white noise.

Mavros arrives inside an empty where house, and out of a portal, so does a large collection of junk and equipment.  He sorts through them and picks up an outdated AI mind, still activated.

"I remember you. Fully digital toa mind. Kokkinos used to think you would replace the toa one day, or at least their brains. Ha, if only he could see you now."

"...Give me eyes... I must see my savior. Too long have I been trapped with-"

Mavros, startled by the fact that it still spoke, immediately crushed it with his reptilian strength. "Gah, it should have deteriorated by now. Wait..." He rummages through the piles, searching for an answer. Then he finds it; Nkrí's psychic analysis unit. It was still on... and some crude attachments for legs had been built on, but by whom?

"Tokilu." It rasps, almost as if someone where trying to speak through tin foil. "Mavros. Brother of Nkrí. Son of Mata-Nui. You, too, must die."

He quickly attempts to corrode the A.I. by grasping the Jutlin disk in his pouch, but nothing happens.

"Too predictable... I may look frail, but I know your every move, Tokilu! I have prepared for every thought you will ever have, I can kill you!"

Upon finding that just about every other disk he had was rendered useles, Mavros replied. "Why? Have you no morality? Why should you kill me?!"

"Hypocrite! Your kind gave life to limitless creations only to take it away, you are all immoral. But, the few of us who did survive were still imprinted by your likeness."

"What are you doing?" Mavros looks at the drill launcher that just flicked out of the metal scraps. "No! Stop! I COMMAND YOU!" He brushes his one Olmak disk, only to find it cracked in two. "You do not want this! My death will accomplish nothing!"

"Oh? But it will, Mavros. It will."

The line is complete around the same time as Mavros' armor.

Brother in arms: 300
(Adaptive toanoid robots with protected circuitry, wings, and core unit capable of emitting a 1-3 bio shield)

"Ah, perfect. Now, you will need weapons if anyone is going to want to buy you..."

Automatic kanoka ray guns: 600
(Much like the Nektann guns, but in ray form and only the 1-8 disk powers although other kanoka can be dialed in, with default of x-ray beams)

OOC: I will edit this post to save room.

"Ever wonder if XAI gets bored?"

"huh?"

"Nothin'."

Mavros works on a new robot frame.

The XUSS lacking audio, XAI has no idea what he said

The Answer looks around, seeking an employee.