User:Vladius Magnum/NoName

Balance

Episode I: The Warehouse
"Slow down!" yelled Keahi. As usual, Kapura was far ahead of the group. "I recommend a Boxor, sir." Kapura stuttered quietly. Moments later, one of the large vehicles was hauled in by ropes. It would have reminded Kapura of a large Ussal crab, were it not made of Bohrok. Ussals were nice. He met one, the nice summer day after the naming ceremony, but before the Rahkshi attack. It was piloted by Nuri. That figures, thought Agni. Of all the veterans, Nuri was certainly the sneakiest, and would have no trouble coercing some dim garage manager into letting him have a joyride in a weapon of mass-krana or -door destruction. The door was shattered with ease on the first punch of the hooked Boxor hand, painted metal shards falling from the frame.

The Ta-Metru Guard burst into the complex, gingerly holding Kanoka, spears, and small laser weapons. It was dark, but it looked like a normal warehouse in the reclamation yard. Boxes were stacked all across the room, obscuring the view. As they walked, they spoke softly. "Captain Keahi, sir?" tested an inquisitive Kalama. "What?" "Why are we here, again?" "A 'meteor' landed here a week ago. Vakama wants it checked out. Didn't you read the briefing?" Nuri quickly said, "Yes, we all did, sir." Kalama requitted, "Merely looking for confirmation. Very suspicious that on the eve of Jaller's departure, the cosmos are upset." Agni contributed, his eyes behind the red Miru bristling. "Yeah. Heard what Nixie said?" "Nixie, Agni?" Keahi curiosity was peaked. "The Ga-Matoran astrologer." he laughed. "Got a crush?" Nuri prodded. "Uh, no. Anyway, she said that there's something ominous about all these events." "That's very vague." said Kalama. Keahi was tired of talk. "The Great Spirit is dying. The Universe will come to an end. Ominous and vague enough for you?" With that, the group was silent.

There was no smouldering crater, smoke, or light to be seen. "I can't see a thing." Keahi said. "Someone get out an Akaku." The mask of X-ray vision was powerless to Matoran, but had a lense that could see in the dark quite nicely. Agni knelt down and retreived the pack from his back. He shuffled through it, eventually gathering up the mask. "Here, sir." He handed it to the Captain. "Thanks. Now, let's see..." he took off his Rau, and for a brief moment felt very cold, his gray interior exposed. He shuddered. Living without a Kanohi for too long would kill you. He placed the mask with its three-eye configuration on his face, a different kind of warmth spreading throughout him. He blinked. The screen in front of him flashed black and white, before switching to what was going on in front of him in a haze of green. It remained largely the same, but now had an identifiable path through the clutter. "I can't make anything of this. Give it to Kapura." Before they could, however, Kapura hollered from what sounded like the other end of the warehouse. "Guys! I found something!"

Episode II: No-Name
"...Or rather, someone." Kapura said when they got there. The lights turned on. "Greetings, various peoples of Metru Nui. I come in peace." said a stressed, self-righteous voice. It was a Matoran, but unlike anything they had seen. He was gray, with large feet and small legs. His torso was a jumbled mess, seemingly held together with cables. His arms were long, and attatched to the left there was a long blade, like the kind the Vahki carried. His face was the most astonishing; no Kanohi was to be seen. His piercing blue eyes in stark contrast to the dull gray. "Hello. I'm- "Captain Keahi." "Yes. How did you know?" "Well, they gave me some information before sending me to the city. Not a word about a dingy, depressing warehouse, though." "Who is 'they'? How did you get here?" "Very good grammar, there, 'who is they?'. Classic." he smiled. "And one question at a time please." Agni knew that Keahi had an amiable temper, and flinched at the sound of the new being's words. Keahi looked to the side for a second, sniffing heavily. He looked back at the newcomer. "Who sent you, then?" "I'm not really sure. I can't remember." "If you're asking for bribery, you've got another thing coming. Specifically, a Jovan-class rifle." "Aha. I knew you'd say that. You angry types get--well, angry. That's why they gave me this." he tapped his blade lightly. "So you really don't remember, then." Keahi knew that no one wanted fights with other Matoran. That was taboo. "Nope." "What's your name?" "Never had one, never will." "Excellent grammar. Surely 'they' assigned you a name." "I'm known only by what my mission is." "And what is that?" "Balance. I need to bring everything into balance." "And how do you propose to do that?" "By forming an elite, motley band of non-Toa heroes and going on strange and episodic missions." Keahi looked less than amused. "You asked. Take me to your Turaga, homeboy."