Korbok enters Kebon's laboratory, holding a clay tablet. The Fe-Matoran is currently hunched over a chunk of metal and welding it together.
"Urrm, Kebon. Do you have a moment?"
The welder continues.
"Kebon?"
Still nothing. Korbok goes to a worktable and rings the bell vigorously. This brings Kebon out of his work-induced stupor.
"Ah, Korbok. I see you have used my labor bell to successfully get my attention. Splendid, I was worried it wouldn't work." He puts the tools down and takes off his visor. "So what may I do for you?"
"Well, I took my doctor's advice and just sat down and drew everything that came into my head. The trouble is that I just kept drawing and drawing, yet..." He trails off. Kebon examines the tablet Korbok brought. "I began to notice a pattern in what I was drawing."
"Korbok, these appear to be equations."
"Yes."
"Each one of them has sixteen unknowns."
"I haven't finished. But, from what I have down now, I figured you would want to analyze them. They could be important, even if they came from a philosopher's head."
Kebon takes the tablet to his work table and begins copying what is written to his chalkboard. "Let's see where this takes us."
A large suit the size of a Toa lands in teh street outside and stays still.
Gladius appears, and takes a brightly glowing mask out of his backpack. He puts it on. Are we going to fuse, comes the hazy question of the Mask of Mechanics. No, is the firm response Boost him back to full sapience and compact his frame a bit more. Gladius says.
Energy pours from the mask into the suit, altering it to become less of a suit and more of a Toa-sized robot. Armax opens his eyes. "Well, that's relieving." Gladius takes off the mask. "Yes, yes it is. Now come on, we've found something."
Gladius adjusts an odd device, has Annex hold it, and pulls a lever and cranks a crank. They vanish.
A small spider-robot crawls out of a pile of junk in Kebon's house.
A large suit the size of a Toa lands in teh street outside and stays still.
Gladius appears, and takes a brightly glowing mask out of his backpack. He puts it on. Are we going to fuse, comes the hazy question of the Mask of Mechanics. No, is the firm response Boost him back to full sapience and compact his frame a bit more. Gladius says.
Energy pours from the mask into the suit, altering it to become less of a suit and more of a Toa-sized robot. Armax opens his eyes. "Well, that's relieving." Gladius takes off the mask. "Yes, yes it is. Now come on, we've found something."
Gladius adjusts an odd device, has Annex hold it, and pulls a lever and cranks a crank. They vanish.
A small spider-robot crawls out of a pile of junk in Kebon's house.
It does not go unnoticed. Korbok leaps up from the tablet he was writing on.
"Egads! A spider! Kebon, kill it before it lays its eggs!"
Kebon enters the room with a flamethrower in his hand.
Gladius appears, and takes a brightly glowing mask out of his backpack. He puts it on. Are we going to fuse, comes the hazy question of the Mask of Mechanics. No, is the firm response Boost him back to full sapience and compact his frame a bit more. Gladius says.
Energy pours from the mask into the suit, altering it to become less of a suit and more of a Toa-sized robot. Armax opens his eyes. "Well, that's relieving." Gladius takes off the mask. "Yes, yes it is. Now come on, we've found something."
Gladius adjusts an odd device, has Annex hold it, and pulls a lever and cranks a crank. They vanish.
A small spider-robot crawls out of a pile of junk in Kebon's house.
It does not go unnoticed. Korbok leaps up from the tablet he was writing on.
"Egads! A spider! Kebon, kill it before it lays its eggs!"
Kebon enters the room with a flamethrower in his hand.