Post by thelegoroleplayer on May 17, 2018 5:34:09 GMT -6
The City of Air and home to Le-Matoran, it is the transportation hub of Metru Nui. It is home to the Moto-Hub and Chutes, as well as many airship transports. A Tower of Toa exists in the city as a secondary base for the Toa.
At the Tower of Toa, Spolug, Elaguh, Yonegaro, and Tredixs all appear via teleporter. They swiftly make their way to the entrance, pausing as the see the mass of Rahi causing destruction and mayhem. Seeing this only gives them more motivation to swiftly end the carnage, with Spolug casting a blast of chain lightning that zaps out a large swarm of the Nui-Kopen. She then races around and heads for Ta-Metru to handle the threats there while Elaguh heads for her old home of Ga-Metru. Yonegaro heads for Ko-Metru, but Tredixs is told to remain in Le-Metru and take care of the rest of the Rahi here. Which he begins to do and starts going around and blasting every Rahi he finds out of the sky with violent explosions.
Post by epicfailmaster7 on Apr 2, 2020 12:10:45 GMT -6
"Are you ready to begin your duty?" said a powerful and mighty voice, however no speaker could be seen. "Yes, absolutely ready," said Doxthu, jumping shortly in place with excitement. "Well then, let your journey begin" "I will......."
*BONK*
Doxthu hits his head on a large and unmoving piece of Protodermis, jolting awake as if hearing a loud noise while still in a dream, and rising to alertness. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness that he was in, his only source of light being a dim green glow coming from right nest to him. He turned to see what this was, only to find his friend Medvedi staring at him with both excitement and worry, with some light vines rapped around the rahi's body. The space that they where in was very small, with little room to move around, however they where not completely cramped, and they where the only things in this space, other than some comfy grass and such that covered the floor, so some movement was possible. The walls, floor, and ceiling looked and felt like some version of processed protodermis, similar to the kind that his ta-matoran friends used to create utility and walls with back at Artakha.
Wait a minute, why does he remember Artakha? That is a safety hazard, he was certain that only the most necessary memories would remain present. So much information about Artakha, it's people and friendly faces, came to his mind, all of it clear and without signs of alter. Karz, this is bad, if someone captured him, then they would be able to find.... to..... find...... uh......
In his panic within his mind, of all the information about Artakha, he could not find anything of how to get there, not even small hints and pieces from other, very prominent, memories. He let out a small sigh of relief. So, whatever amnestic drug or ability did work on him. Crisis avoided, at least for the time being. He went back to looking around the space that he was in, noticing Medvedi becoming filled with now that whatever was troubling Doxthu is gone now. Doxthu reached over the rubbed Medvedi metal cap affectionately. "Hay budy, glad to see that you're safe," he said in a hushed tone.
Surprisingly, considering that this space appeared to be air tight, he noted that he could still breath just fine, although it was a bit stuffy and musty, as well as being a bit hot, but not by much. For a space like this, and the abilities of Medvedi, such was to be expected, considering where he found himself. Also, if he was teleported to this space by Artakha, which Doxthu internally swore was that case, then it wouldn't as be as stuffy has it is now. Oh well, maybe he was not for longer than he thought he was. After all, he did dream for a bit.
Still, he needed to get out of here, even if this place is safe, and especially so if that is not the case. Doxthu rotated himself so that he was on his knees, and pushed upward on the roof of the space. Sure enough, it moved, and from the sound it made, it was on some hinges, weird. Finally, the lifted it enough that he could pear over the edge, and what he saw filled him with awe. From the massive towers, counts ships of various shapes and sizes, the winding chutes everywhere, he deducted that he could only be in one possible place, the legendary city of Metru-nui. However, he could not see that many people nearby, even though he could here the constant sounds of countless walking footsteps. He could also see many other containers and boxes stacked everywhere nearby, as well as a smaller storage transport ship docked on the other side of the room.
A transport facility then, Doxthu concluded, and teleported to be inside a box. So Artakha does have a sense of humor after all. However, he did not check if any patrolling guards or workers where nearby, or if they saw him. He assumed no at first, but if someone did then he would have to prepare some carefully worded answers very soon.
Oh the joys of role playing and writing, lots of writing, and having terrible spelling.
All in all, it was a typical day for Gapen. He strolled quietly along the Le-Metru airship dockyards, tablet and stylus in hand, ensuring that every shipment was on time and that the cargo on the platforms matched the manifest. Several hours of box-ticking, really, which was mindless enough work. The exciting part was whenever someone was caught smuggling (usually Ga-Matoran, unsurprisingly enough) and he had to dispatch the Vahki. No such alerts came to excite Gapen today, however, so the Po-Matoran would simply have to spend the next four hours in boredom.
BONK
Gapen flinched at the sound of a crash. His head swiveled in the direction of the noise. It came from a place deeper within the dockyard, where already-processed shipments and empty containers were stored. However could any commotion come from such a calm and seldom-traversed location? Gapen slid his stylus into a slot within the tablet and put it away, then retrieved his disk launcher. He loaded his Weaken disk (a favorite of his, this particular Kanoka was salvaged off-the-books from a busted smuggling ring) and hefted the launcher at the ready, prepared to confront the source of the mysterious noise.
It's probably just a Rahi," Gapen muttered as he rounded a corner. Sometimes, especially from distant, less-urbanized lands in the Southern Continent, Rahi were improperly stored. Oftentimes they were allowed to remain out of stasis while being shipped, which was just a massive hazard for everyone. Hopefully it was not a Kraawa. They can be notoriously difficult to keep down, even with a Weaken disk.
It was much to Gapen's surprise, then, to see what looks to be a Le-Matoran poking out of a small box. He slowly raised the disk launcher in the direction of the stowaway and asked, "Could you really not afford a ride?"
All in all, it was a typical day for Gapen. He strolled quietly along the Le-Metru airship dockyards, tablet and stylus in hand, ensuring that every shipment was on time and that the cargo on the platforms matched the manifest. Several hours of box-ticking, really, which was mindless enough work. The exciting part was whenever someone was caught smuggling (usually Ga-Matoran, unsurprisingly enough) and he had to dispatch the Vahki. No such alerts came to excite Gapen today, however, so the Po-Matoran would simply have to spend the next four hours in boredom.
BONK
Gapen flinched at the sound of a crash. His head swiveled in the direction of the noise. It came from a place deeper within the dockyard, where already-processed shipments and empty containers were stored. However could any commotion come from such a calm and seldom-traversed location? Gapen slid his stylus into a slot within the tablet and put it away, then retrieved his disk launcher. He loaded his Weaken disk (a favorite of his, this particular Kanoka was salvaged off-the-books from a busted smuggling ring) and hefted the launcher at the ready, prepared to confront the source of the mysterious noise.
It's probably just a Rahi," Gapen muttered as he rounded a corner. Sometimes, especially from distant, less-urbanized lands in the Southern Continent, Rahi were improperly stored. Oftentimes they were allowed to remain out of stasis while being shipped, which was just a massive hazard for everyone. Hopefully it was not a Kraawa. They can be notoriously difficult to keep down, even with a Weaken disk.
It was much to Gapen's surprise, then, to see what looks to be a Le-Matoran poking out of a small box. He slowly raised the disk launcher in the direction of the stowaway and asked, "Could you really not afford a ride?"
Doxthu turns his head toward the matoran worker, noticing the launcher pointed directly at his face. So he was noticed, great, and he hopes that the hood that he has on suppressed the look of surprise and confusion on his face. "Do I look like someone who can really afford anything, especially a ride." He moves his along his shrub covered heavy cloak, so that the matoran would take notice of it. Medvedi the Johaple rahi then popped his head up over the box. Still covered in light-vines, although they where starting decay by his own accord, he looked at Gapen and stared him in the eyes. Whether or not the staring by the Johaple was caused from sheer confusion or for intimidation, was impossible to determine.
Oh the joys of role playing and writing, lots of writing, and having terrible spelling.
Gapen glances at Medvedi, then Doxthu, and again, and again. "What is that... thing?" he asks, pointing at the Rahi. He was hardly in the mood for some kind of ridiculous game, like this stowaway clearly was. Well, at least he would have some excitement today. Someone to report to the Vahki. Undoubtedly Gapen would have to oversee his deportation from this very dockyard, too. Some days are just that wonderful.
Gapen glances at Medvedi, then Doxthu, and again, and again. "What is that... thing?" he asks, pointing at the Rahi. He was hardly in the mood for some kind of ridiculous game, like this stowaway clearly was. Well, at least he would have some excitement today. Someone to report to the Vahki. Undoubtedly Gapen would have to oversee his deportation from this very dockyard, too. Some days are just that wonderful.
Doxthu gives Gapen an, "are you serious," look. "What, have you seen a Johaple before? You know, the ones that restore the forests and plantlife, like, everywhere? They're quite interesting rahi, even though nobody understands how to get on good terms with them. Sadly very few people understand the sensibilities of plantlife, a shame really. Anyway, this is my friend, Medvedi." Doxthu reaches behind Medvedi, and places it on his shoulder, almost life a side hug, "Don't worry about him, I have tamed him. Just don't do anything aggressive to him, or especially me, he is rather protective that why. So I would advise at least lowering your launcher for the time being, ok."
Medvedi still continues to stare Gapen directly in the eyes.
Oh the joys of role playing and writing, lots of writing, and having terrible spelling.
Gapen lowers the disk launcher, if only slightly. "Alright. I've never heard of a ... 'Johaple', but I can tell you're not a threat. Not yet, in any case. Are you going to get out of the crate now?" Gapen still needed to take this eccentric freak to the Vahki and finish his rounds. Seriously, who cares this much about plants?
Gapen lowers the disk launcher, if only slightly. "Alright. I've never heard of a ... 'Johaple', but I can tell you're not a threat. Not yet, in any case. Are you going to get out of the crate now?" Gapen still needed to take this eccentric freak to the Vahki and finish his rounds. Seriously, who cares this much about plants?
"Good, thanks for your understanding. One moment please." Doxthu crawls over the top box, revealing a rather large backpack that he puts outside first before he goes over, then puts it back on. Medvedi, if by instinct or command, get out of the box as well, taking his eyes briefly off Gapen to track Doxthu, before staring right back at him. However, he does so by appearing to float directly upwards, up to revealing his feet, and then jumps down. It is then seen how exactly Medvedi "floated" out of the crate, plantlife. Thick, dense plintlife consisting of vines and bushes. Even Medvedi himself looks like a plant, albiet a mushroom, and Doxthu's plant covered cloak makes him look like a walking bush.
Doxthu looks around the open space for a bit. "So uh, do you have any basic directions for this place, or......?"
Gapen staggers back, taken aback by Doxthu's alien appearance and the plants that lifted him from the box. Whatever this Matoran was -- if it was a Matoran at all -- it wasn't normal. "Do you know where you're trying to go?"
Gapen staggers back, taken aback by Doxthu's alien appearance and the plants that lifted him from the box. Whatever this Matoran was -- if it was a Matoran at all -- it wasn't normal. "Do you know where you're trying to go?"
"Why yes, the schools and study halls of Ga-Metru," said Doxthu plainly, however a small look of confusion went over his face after he said so. This automatic response surprised Doxthu himself. Was there some memory of a starting objective that survived by wiped, or was that intentional?
However, the look of confusion on his face went away almost as quickly as it appeared. And Medvedi walked over to be halfway in-front of Doxthu, appearing to take a protective posture, and was still staring at Gapen.
Oh the joys of role playing and writing, lots of writing, and having terrible spelling.
Gapen staggers back, taken aback by Doxthu's alien appearance and the plants that lifted him from the box. Whatever this Matoran was -- if it was a Matoran at all -- it wasn't normal. "Do you know where you're trying to go?"
"Why yes, the schools and study halls of Ga-Metru," said Doxthu plainly, however a small look of confusion went over his face after he said so. This automatic response surprised Doxthu himself. Was there some memory of a starting objective that survived by wiped, or was that intentional?
However, the look of confusion on his face went away almost as quickly as it appeared. And Medvedi walked over to be halfway in-front of Doxthu, appearing to take a protective posture, and was still staring at Gapen.
Bang. CRASH!
A fairly loud noise can be heard nearby. Some other mischievous Matoran were making a ruckus.