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IC: To be more accurate, it looks like a tablet of some kind, wrapped in paper. A small note is affixed to it.

To Ashari, Protoceli, Lizard-Girl, and Captain Starblade

It's not the same as the one the Matoran read out, apparently. The object also appears rather sturdy.

Sylah looks at the tablet and huffs, folding her arms and frowning at it. "I am not a lizard girl. Anymore. Whoever wrote this is a bad person who has unfortunate nicknames for us-Captain Starblade? She turns and points at Rahzahkea, face twisted into a grin. "Hey captain! Someone's addressed a...thing to you."

Rahzahkea manages to keep a straight face, and keeps pacing. "Busy finding Vashari, you can handle it. I have faith in all of you!"

He holds out a hand and gives them a thumbs up, walking into a wall and muttering about construction, before turning around and resuming pacing.

"Well, if it's a bomb, I guess I don't have much to lose at this point..."
He hesitantly tears it open, examining the contents.

IC: The tablet is a tablet. It's made of some kind of stone material, with a lot of intricate carving and some passable writing on it as well.

Dear sirs and madams

I represent a concerned citizen who wants to help you in your mission to protect and preserve New Atero. If you would kindly hear my plea, I would entreat you to immediately take a group of your best men down to the docks, the ones referred to as Vashari, Ticeli, Rahzahkea, Sylah, and Arilam. I believe they would be most able to help clear up this threat before it can surface and threaten our fair city. To the rest of the Vanguard I would urge vigilance, and to patrol the city exterior for signs of entry, as I believe this same threat may have attempted to breach the walls previously and enter the city covertly. Please, we do not have much time.

Or at least, the messenger who sent this message does not. Please think of his safety and send the five I requested, and he doesn't have to be the first casualty. Send a single other person and there is a chance this threat may not claim the entire docks area as a show of force or something horrid like that. Thank you all for your time and I look forward to helping you soon.

Gray

Aside from the lettering, there is an intricately carved mask on the top of the tablet. It's a Felnas. 
Carved with almost disturbing detail into a shape like a Tryna.

Rahzahkea stops pacing. Sylah seems to tense up, and leans in to look at the tablet.

"My oh my. This isn't suspicious at all," she says drily.

OOC: No, the great bay in the Water District.

IC: "The usual," Ticeli drawls.

"An unknown sender delivered a tablet asking Vashari, Ticeli, Rahzahkea, Sylah, and Arilam to deal with something at the docks," Terenoa repeats, her tail swishing behind her.

"Pretty much the usual," Seriac says.

IC: Rahzahkea redoubles his attempts to psionically reach Vashari. He waves a hand at the others, resuming his pacing. "Look over the note, see if there's anything more to it, and we can discuss countermeasures."

Ticeli hears a voice in his head, Rahzahkea's. How did...Protoceli? Who are we dealing with here?

Sylah glowers at the note and says nothing for a moment. "I'm going."

The Docks, near the HMS Hali

The blue Ga-Toran stands near the ship, looking around suspiciously. There weren't a lot of people here surprisingly, must have been the time of day. He looks around, trying to catch a glimpse of the Toa he'd spoken to earlier.

IC: Are you busy brother? We may have a slightly interesting situation on hand. Someone apparently is trying to arrange a meet with several of our members and them....something like that, whoever wrote this is too flowery for their own good.

Rahzahkea nods sagely, while still pacing. "Does anyone else have an opinion on this note?"

A nondescript Ta-matoran slips inside the [bar?], sitting near the group and appearing to be quite preoccupied with what he's doing, while he keeps a careful ear out.