Post by thelegoroleplayer on Feb 19, 2017 18:29:22 GMT -6
Some ways off from Darkthought Hill is a small village of poorly made shacks at the mouth of a cave. There is what the inhabitants of this town call a grand coliseum, but it is just a decapitated arena, poorly designed liked everything else. Though not due to lack of skill or materials, far from it, but due to the constant destruction caused by those that live there. For this is what many call Kra-Koro, home to incurable Shadow Matoran. Though there are more than just Shadow Matoran, some are Infected Matoran suffering from Madness, Infected Kanohi, or Antidermis. There are even a few rare Krana possessed Matoran and some regular Matoran from various elements that have a strange drive for destruction.
To the inhabitants, this is not Kra-Koro or some sad shanty town, but Kal-Koro, a village of power. A place where they constantly test each other in combat, always growing stronger. This is more like boot camp or a dojo that they just happen to live at and somewhat listen to the Turaga master here. Though the Turaga is the most powerful and constantly proves himself, so sometimes they are forced to work together as a village when required. If need be, they can try to hide in the dark cave, it does swallow all light after all.
Another truck arrives at the same time. The troops just stare at each other from across the road. They don't immediately break into conflict, but both sides disembark and approach "Kal-Koro."
"We would like to extend our alliance and services to this village," both sides claim.
Another truck arrives at the same time. The troops just stare at each other from across the road. They don't immediately break into conflict, but both sides disembark and approach "Kal-Koro."
"We would like to extend our alliance and services to this village," both sides claim.
Matoran with various weapons quickly take random positions on the edge of the village. They don't look like they're ready to defend themselves, but rather are just ready, happy even, to try and destroy them. Though soon what looks like should be the Turaga comes just barely out of the village entrance. His mask has the large tired eyes of a Mask of Aging and the large grin of a Skakdi, as well as the spin of one. In his right hand, he's holding what would appear to be a Pahrak Va head as a shield and in his left a small katana.
"Tell us, what can either of you offer that we cannot destroy?"
"That was disappointing. Come on in and we'll discuss more details."
The RMS follow the Turaga.
He leads them into their "grand coliseum" and the Matoran gather in the stands. The Turaga waits for the RMS to get comfortable or at least take a seat.
He leads them into their "grand coliseum" and the Matoran gather in the stands. The Turaga waits for the RMS to get comfortable or at least take a seat.
The RMS just stand there and wait for the ever-wise Turaga to speak.
He leads them into their "grand coliseum" and the Matoran gather in the stands. The Turaga waits for the RMS to get comfortable or at least take a seat.
The RMS just stand there and wait for the ever-wise Turaga to speak.
Some Matoran closest to the RMS try to sneak around to their back sides.
"So, what can you give us to make us more powerful? That is all we care about here."
"Xia controls but one island. We control vast territory."
Some of the RMS whip around, blades or guns readied at the Matoran.
The Matoran mutter under their breathe and back off.
"You misunderstand what we mean by true power. You soldiers are like Bohrok, no true power of your own just what's in the tools you're given, their shields. These tools are powerful, but nothing like the Bahrag Queens, which need not the tools to perform even more power than the shields. Your Makuta are like the Bahrag, wielding immense power. They may use tools, just like Toa, to further enhance that power, but the true power itself comes from them. We want that internal power, not the tools of pawns."
"Xia controls but one island. We control vast territory."
Some of the RMS whip around, blades or guns readied at the Matoran.
The Matoran mutter under their breathe and back off.
"You misunderstand what we mean by true power. You soldiers are like Bohrok, no true power of your own just what's in the tools you're given, their shields. These tools are powerful, but nothing like the Bahrag Queens, which need not the tools to perform even more power than the shields. Your Makuta are like the Bahrag, wielding immense power. They may use tools, just like Toa, to further enhance that power, but the true power itself comes from them. We want that internal power, not the tools of pawns."