On one of the streets is a quiet little shop called 'The Artist's Shop'. It's not too big, but not small either. Two stories, an array of beautiful plants, stained glass windows, and a complex fountain built through the shop itself. It looks like something straight out of a painting. Inside there is a counter, and a sign above it that says 'Anything, for a price.'
The Artist, a green armored being, walks out a few minutes later and frantically glances down the street to see the Skakdi and Selvik. He sighs. "Seriously? You stole the plants? Plants?"
He bends over next to the Skakdi. "You should scram. I'm not going to hurt you, but the morals of the Toa that run this city are... ambiguous to say the least."
As the Skakdi scramble off, Toa Selvik turns. "Well, a Tool would be nice. I haven't got any on account of most of the ones I've seen being extremely clunky."
The Artist projects an image of a sleek, light rifle intended to fire a focused beam of sound; A sonic 'laser', in essence. "Something like this?" He quickly starts drawing on his pad...
"Long range, but the beam is focused so you need to aim well. It should be heard by anyone in the way or around the target, but you can change that by setting it to a pitch nobody can hear using this dial." The Artist continues drawing with lightning speed, only flicking a hand up to point out the dial in question.
"Alright, just a minute..." The Artist finishes drawing and holds his hand over the image. With a green glow, the rifle pops into existence and the Artist awkwardly catches it. "Here ya go." He hands the rifle to Selvik.
"Alright, just a minute..." The Artist finishes drawing and holds his hand over the image. With a green glow, the rifle pops into existence and the Artist awkwardly catches it. "Here ya go." He hands the rifle to Selvik.
Selvik grins as he tests the balence. "Thanks. This'll be really useful."
A toa of Earth walks through, telling the people a tale of machines gone mad, vicious droids that seek only to destroy all defenders of good.
"Erm, excuse me? How many are you talking about? Because you're kiinda scaring just about everyone."
"Hundreds, thousands, I cannot know for sure. They have a factory to produce themselves. Of course I'm scaring everyone; Any rational being would be scared by this knowledge."
"Erm, excuse me? How many are you talking about? Because you're kiinda scaring just about everyone."
"Hundreds, thousands, I cannot know for sure. They have a factory to produce themselves. Of course I'm scaring everyone; Any rational being would be scared by this knowledge."
Selvik cocks his rifle. "Do you have maps? Anything? Being scared is stupid. Being cautious, on the other hand."
"Hundreds, thousands, I cannot know for sure. They have a factory to produce themselves. Of course I'm scaring everyone; Any rational being would be scared by this knowledge."
Selvik cocks his rifle. "Do you have maps? Anything? Being scared is stupid. Being cautious, on the other hand."
"If I had a map I could point you to the place. The layout of the base, to the extent we explored it before being driven out by the hordes of machinery, looks like so. Koldenakros uses his power of earth to form a floating model of the base out of dirt complete with the entrance tunnel leading from far above.
Selvik cocks his rifle. "Do you have maps? Anything? Being scared is stupid. Being cautious, on the other hand."
"If I had a map I could point you to the place. The layout of the base, to the extent we explored it before being driven out by the hordes of machinery, looks like so. Koldenakros uses his power of earth to form a floating model of the base out of dirt complete with the entrance tunnel leading from far above.
Selvik points to the tunnel. "Why can't we just collapse that? SHould at least slow them down."