"Er... why not? Atero Nui may have been the punching bag of the universe, but it was still Atero Nui. Then again, that's just my answer. You might want to ask the one who actually planned this out."
A Gatora clone spawns down with her standard equipment.
"Huh, so the tech does work both ways. Good. City spawned accordingly...Good. Oh a Toa. Huh."
A Gatora clone spawns down with her standard equipment.
"Huh, so the tech does work both ways. Good. City spawned accordingly...Good. Oh a Toa. Huh."
"Why have you done this?"
"Because I needed a safe way to test out the new tech, and some idiot trashed my home. So I decided to rebuild it."
Gatora then grins while wringing her hands in glee, "And I installed a defense system to trash the next power hungry warlord who decides to come along."
"Because I needed a safe way to test out the new tech, and some idiot trashed my home. So I decided to rebuild it."
Gatora then grins while wringing her hands in glee, "And I installed a defense system to trash the next power hungry warlord who decides to come along."
"Science!" "Techno-magic!" "Scientifical Phantasmogrifiers!" "Teleporter accident." "Cloning machine on steroids." "Terraformers, apparently." All these and more responses are sung out by the tens of Cetaph surrounding the two.
"Hey @gatora you do know there's like a whole machine dedicated to making unique matoran, right? It's called a matoran machine and everything?"
"Because I needed a safe way to test out the new tech, and some idiot trashed my home. So I decided to rebuild it."
Gatora then grins while wringing her hands in glee, "And I installed a defense system to trash the next power hungry warlord who decides to come along."
She shakes her head.
Then the end of the Mad "Villager" is soon.
"Everything should be were it was so if you lived here your building should be in the same place. Unless the Regen field caught something and decided to rebuild it..."
"Science!" "Techno-magic!" "Scientifical Phantasmogrifiers!" "Teleporter accident." "Cloning machine on steroids." "Terraformers, apparently." All these and more responses are sung out by the tens of Cetaph surrounding the two.
"Hey @gatora you do know there's like a whole machine dedicated to making unique matoran, right? It's called a matoran machine and everything?"
"Glad you understood! Now..." One Cetaph gets up on top of a bench. "E'RRYBODY LISTEN UP! WE GOT MANPOWER, AND IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF WE GOT SMART MANPOWER! EVERYONE PICK A NUMBER FROM ONE TO TEN!" The crowd looks at eachother, shrugs, and does as told. "NOW! EVERYONE WHO PICKED ONE, SCOUT OUT THE CITY, FIND HOUSING FOR US TO USE, MAKE SURE THE AMENITIES ARE WORKING, STUFF LIKE THAT." A rough tenth of the crowd disperses. "EVERYONE WHO PICKED TWO, GET INFRASTRUCTURE WORKING. WE NEED PROTODERMIS, KANOKA, AND SO ON. INSTALL THE SUPPLIES FROM NA." Another portion of the crowd scatters to do their job. "EVERYONE WHO PICKED THREE, THINK UP AN ACTUAL GOVERNMENTAL SYSTEM FOR US AND NEW ARTAHKA ALREADY." The next group gathers in a nearby building to plan. "EVERYONE ELSE, COME WITH ME. WE ARE SCIENTISTS, AND WE ARE GOING TO STOP LAZING AROUND AND FIX OUR DARNED PROBLEMS TODAY." The remaining seven tenths of the Clones go to a lab, newly constructed via NA's varied exceedingly fast methods. A full city's worth of scientists are on the move. Group 1 works on a weapon for the Nuvordak. Group 2 works on a device to cripple the Manas for good. Group 3 studies Zurakia's forces. Group 4 works to devise computers that may begin to understand the barest beginnings of Persona and Legion technology. Group 5 expands the science of making every matoran who can be a toa into one, looking into how to make every matoran bear that potential. Group 6 negotiates with the ANG and Xia for the fullest of technological collaboration. Group 7 works to expand NA's teleportation abilities to locations lacking relays.
"Glad you understood! Now..." One Cetaph gets up on top of a bench. "E'RRYBODY LISTEN UP! WE GOT MANPOWER, AND IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF WE GOT SMART MANPOWER! EVERYONE PICK A NUMBER FROM ONE TO TEN!" The crowd looks at eachother, shrugs, and does as told. "NOW! EVERYONE WHO PICKED ONE, SCOUT OUT THE CITY, FIND HOUSING FOR US TO USE, MAKE SURE THE AMENITIES ARE WORKING, STUFF LIKE THAT." A rough tenth of the crowd disperses. "EVERYONE WHO PICKED TWO, GET INFRASTRUCTURE WORKING. WE NEED PROTODERMIS, KANOKA, AND SO ON. INSTALL THE SUPPLIES FROM NA." Another portion of the crowd scatters to do their job. "EVERYONE WHO PICKED THREE, THINK UP AN ACTUAL GOVERNMENTAL SYSTEM FOR US AND NEW ARTAHKA ALREADY." The next group gathers in a nearby building to plan. "EVERYONE ELSE, COME WITH ME. WE ARE SCIENTISTS, AND WE ARE GOING TO STOP LAZING AROUND AND FIX OUR DARNED PROBLEMS TODAY." The remaining seven tenths of the Clones go to a lab, newly constructed via NA's varied exceedingly fast methods. A full city's worth of scientists are on the move. Group 1 works on a weapon for the Nuvordak. Group 2 works on a device to cripple the Manas for good. Group 3 studies Zurakia's forces. Group 4 works to devise computers that may begin to understand the barest beginnings of Persona and Legion technology. Group 5 expands the science of making every matoran who can be a toa into one, looking into how to make every matoran bear that potential. Group 6 negotiates with the ANG and Xia for the fullest of technological collaboration. Group 7 works to expand NA's teleportation abilities to locations lacking relays.
"Glad you understood! Now..." One Cetaph gets up on top of a bench. "E'RRYBODY LISTEN UP! WE GOT MANPOWER, AND IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF WE GOT SMART MANPOWER! EVERYONE PICK A NUMBER FROM ONE TO TEN!" The crowd looks at eachother, shrugs, and does as told. "NOW! EVERYONE WHO PICKED ONE, SCOUT OUT THE CITY, FIND HOUSING FOR US TO USE, MAKE SURE THE AMENITIES ARE WORKING, STUFF LIKE THAT." A rough tenth of the crowd disperses. "EVERYONE WHO PICKED TWO, GET INFRASTRUCTURE WORKING. WE NEED PROTODERMIS, KANOKA, AND SO ON. INSTALL THE SUPPLIES FROM NA." Another portion of the crowd scatters to do their job. "EVERYONE WHO PICKED THREE, THINK UP AN ACTUAL GOVERNMENTAL SYSTEM FOR US AND NEW ARTAHKA ALREADY." The next group gathers in a nearby building to plan. "EVERYONE ELSE, COME WITH ME. WE ARE SCIENTISTS, AND WE ARE GOING TO STOP LAZING AROUND AND FIX OUR DARNED PROBLEMS TODAY." The remaining seven tenths of the Clones go to a lab, newly constructed via NA's varied exceedingly fast methods. A full city's worth of scientists are on the move. Group 1 works on a weapon for the Nuvordak. Group 2 works on a device to cripple the Manas for good. Group 3 studies Zurakia's forces. Group 4 works to devise computers that may begin to understand the barest beginnings of Persona and Legion technology. Group 5 expands the science of making every matoran who can be a toa into one, looking into how to make every matoran bear that potential. Group 6 negotiates with the ANG and Xia for the fullest of technological collaboration. Group 7 works to expand NA's teleportation abilities to locations lacking relays.