Nothere

Bellow the island, some people were arguing.

All of them were intelligent, and possible the most intellegent of their respective species. However, they all varied massively. And, on most occasions, they couldn't agree on anything.

The first one was a Ta-Matoran, although it was impossible to make out that:he was deep black and with multiple scientific technologies strapped to his back and legs. Oh, and the knife.

The other Matoran was a Vo-Matoran, again deep black. She didn't have anything strapped to her, but she was holding a dataslate and wearing a Mask of Undeath, one of the main focuses of whatever was happening here.

The next one wasn't a matoran. It wasn't really known what it was. It was a tall, lanky building with four arms, each one holding a crude instrument designed for...something. His features were twisted like they were born of Mutagen...which, honestly, they probably were. The others in the room called him the Fixer.

The last one was a Toa, clothed in a thick black trenchcoat, and with a thick metal mask over his mouth.

The room they were standing in was brightly lit and bright white, with control panels dotted around the room. The Toa was standing infront of a massive pane of glass currently showing an empty, massive room. Some of the panels in the floor was glass, displaying several Matoran,Agori,Glatoran...even the occasional Toa. All of them were standing stock still, not notcing or doing anything. That was entirely expected. They were dead, of at least something close to it. The Visorak above them were too.

"Look, I get the idea" The Ta-Matoran said "But what this is is insane!"
"If it's Insane, why don't we don't we do it?" The Fixer asked
"Because everyone else in this room has sanity!"
"And this project is sane? The only reason I joined was because of how crazy this all was"
The Vo Matoran sighed "Look, however crazy this is, we have to do this at some point. We can't run anymore tests down in this place."
The Ta-Matoran looked slightly offended "But there's a war..."
"So what if there's a war? There's always a war on between someone. There isn't going to be a perfect moment where there isn't a war."
"I'm not saying we aim for when there isn't a war, just...less of one. Anyway, if we drop this stuff now, somebody's gonna find us back here. We have no real defences other than the subjects and there's only so far this weird mesh of Kahnoi is going to get us. If they come now..."
"Quiet!"
The Toa didn't even turn to them:his shadowy figure kept staring forward. Everyone shut up.
"You do not have a say in this, Dalian. I am the head of this project. I decide what happens. You are a scientist, and you shall act like it. Clear?"
Dalian slowly nodded, letting the chilling metalic voice of his master sink in.
"We shall begin field tests soon. We won't aim for locations controlled by war, but if we enter it, so be it. Mealna, prepare the Olmaks for activation. Dalian, prepare the Trydas. Fixer, do...whatever you do. It's time we did something with this project"
The group nodded and got prepared to do whatever they were told to do.

The Vo-Matoran looks at her tablet
"Things are going well. The group at the old lab haven't run into any resistance, nor have the group in Zurak Nui. The FVF Wahi group, though..."
The Toa looks at her
"What?"
"Well...there seems to be a cube floating there."
"It does not concern us. As long as it is not lethal, we can still simulate reactions. Just get the data."
"Yes sir!"

The shadows in the area grow slightly darker. Mind reading is utilized secretly to discern the inhabitants of this establishment and surrounding area. The area is mapped by radar.

Bodies are warped in from the dejected shanty down in KDCK Wahi.

He gets shouted at, readings come in, Fixer is sent to sort things out.

Said Ba-Toa is shot in the eyes with laser vision.

OOC: You can dodge at the speed of light? Teach me your skills...

The Vahki lets out a spray of laser vision at everyone in the room.

The Vahki grows at a rapid rate becoming Giant Man sized in seconds.