A beam of light comes from the heavens and building and platforms rise above the twisted wreck creating Atero once more filled with thousands...of...the same...looking...matoran...huh...someone goofed up....
The matoran yell out in a ground-shaking chorus. "GATORAAAAAAA! WHAT!DID!YOU!DO!!!!"
They start talking to themselves/eachother. "Welp, guess I- we know why Gatora scanned... us. Now. Great. This Atero? This looks like the rubble of Atero. She was trying to repopulate it. Why on earth did she just clone me then?"
A beam of light comes from the heavens and building and platforms rise above the twisted wreck creating Atero once more filled with thousands...of...the same...looking...matoran...huh...someone goofed up....
The matoran yell out in a ground-shaking chorus. "GATORAAAAAAA! WHAT!DID!YOU!DO!!!!"
"Oh, she didn't mean to. Just use a matoran machine if you meant to make varied matoran, doof."
The platforms cover all the old rubbish that was left of atero and the toa tower along with everyone there leaving a catacombs of sorts. Now buildings begin to print spreading out in the way Atero used to be.
"Oh, she didn't mean to. Just use a matoran machine if you meant to make varied matoran, doof."
The platforms cover all the old rubbish that was left of atero and the toa tower along with everyone there leaving a catacombs of sorts. Now buildings begin to print spreading out in the way Atero used to be.
The clones of Cetaph wander through the city, watching for any hiccups or problems that might need correcting.
The platforms cover all the old rubbish that was left of atero and the toa tower along with everyone there leaving a catacombs of sorts. Now buildings begin to print spreading out in the way Atero used to be.
The clones of Cetaph wander through the city, watching for any hiccups or problems that might need correcting.
Any specs of old places that found their way here regenerate into those places creating some anomalies that weren't there before.
"What should be done now is to go to the Matoran and--"
She pauses as the place is covered and looks at it confused.
"... Why are there thousands of mentally shielded... matoran? out of nowhere?"
Veihrl remains silent and then sends a blast of light through the dome where no Matoran are standing, creating a decently sized hole. Which she then uses to lightspeed out to see what in the world is going on.
"... Why are there thousands of mentally shielded... matoran? out of nowhere?"
Veihrl remains silent and then sends a blast of light through the dome where no Matoran are standing, creating a decently sized hole. Which she then uses to lightspeed out to see what in the world is going on.
"AGH!" The collective shout of the hundred matoran near that point assaults her eardrums, as does the sight of them assuming a fighting stance in her direction to her eyes. The matoran relax once they realize it's a toa, however, and four or five step forward before gesturing one to be the spokesperson. "I'm guessing you were stuck under there, but that's still a world record for quickest destroyed floor. Even for Atero Nui."
The Ce-toa floats up behind Veihrl, and a few matoran start communicating with NA for equipment.
Last Edit: Feb 10, 2018 19:23:41 GMT -6 by Deleted
Veihrl remains silent and then sends a blast of light through the dome where no Matoran are standing, creating a decently sized hole. Which she then uses to lightspeed out to see what in the world is going on.
"AGH!" The collective shout of the hundred matoran near that point assaults her eardrums, as does the sight of them assuming a fighting stance in her direction to her eyes. The matoran relax once they realize it's a toa, however, and four or five step forward before gesturing one to be the spokesperson. "I'm guessing you were stuck under there, but that's still a world record for quickest destroyed floor. Even for Atero Nui."
The Ce-toa floats up behind Veihrl, and a few matoran start communicating with NA for equipment.
"AGH!" The collective shout of the hundred matoran near that point assaults her eardrums, as does the sight of them assuming a fighting stance in her direction to her eyes. The matoran relax once they realize it's a toa, however, and four or five step forward before gesturing one to be the spokesperson. "I'm guessing you were stuck under there, but that's still a world record for quickest destroyed floor. Even for Atero Nui."
The Ce-toa floats up behind Veihrl, and a few matoran start communicating with NA for equipment.
"Why return?"
"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."
"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."
"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."
"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?"
Last Edit: Feb 12, 2018 20:46:24 GMT -6 by Deleted