Pakiki then emerged from his pod.
“Wh-where am I? Who are all of you?”
After some moments of panic, he began to observe his surroundings. He peers out of the lighthouse.
“hmm, looks sort of like Ga-Metru,” he muttered to himself. “Although, this placed looked a whole lot nicer in my textbooks…”
hearing muffled sounds coming from a nearby pod, Pakiki grabs some tools from his satchel, and tries to open it up.
Vergil’s eyes dart toward the pod and the sound of the noise. Her expression grows a bit tense and she stows the Episode Book back in the cape. She glances again (this time at Pakiki), taking a few furtive steps back to her pod.
A faint memory flickers through the Ga-Matoran’s mind as she spies something in the pod. She leans halfway in, emerging with a Kanoka Launcher, a small bag of discs, and a metal baton.
“I don’t…remember leaving these in there.” Vergil looks up toward Pakiki again.
“Who are you, and who is in there?”
“Short answer: don’t know. Long answer: I don’t have the slightest idea why we’re here. I’m Lync, that’s Weldvo, and I have no idea who’s in there.” She points to each one of them accordingly. “Now… does anyone have a crowbar?” She looks around the room, before glancing at her Kanoka. She had a couple of bad ideas if they couldn’t find any good ones.
Weldvo looks inside his pod a bit more, and polls out a firestaff that he found and holds it in the air.
“Would this work?”
“I’m Pakiki. I’m the apprentice to a great scientist from Ko-Metru.”
Pakiki takes out a magnifying lens from his satchel, and attaches it to his mask. He then starts to examine the pods.
@Ghid The sphere opens, though the Matoran’s efforts could accidentally cause it to lock up again.
@rainsong As Lync looks around the room, if she goes around the device in the center she may notice a body laying against it.
Halmos flew out of his capsule, swinging his knife wildly in a blind panic. After he had cleared the group, he turned around panting at the group before realizing they were not trying to kill him.
“Oh.” He huffed, relaxing slightly. “Who are you? What are you doing here? Why was I in that…”
“…Where am I?”
Vergil levels her baton at Halmos but lowers it after a second. “…we’re also Matoran. We all…woke up in those pods.”
She points toward her pod with the baton. “No one else knows why we’re here. Although Pakiki thinks we’re in Ga-Metru.”
The Ga-Matoran lowers her baton, eyes darting to the side. They widen only incrementally when they fall upon the body by the strange device.
She glances over it at first, but quickly double-takes. Without a word she begins to approach it, creeping up on the body as if she expects it to notice that she’s there.
Derk slowly slides from the “ pod” he found himself in, strangely the feeling of waking up in a dark room felt familiar to him, but where was he? who was he? He inspected the pod looking thing he had came out of it looked to be made of- “Serk, my name is serk, why is my name serk, wait no it’s derk” he quietly muttered to him self “ok I’m trapped in a dark tall building, with some other Matoran, alright I got the basics” across the room a ta Matoran leaps from the same type of pod thing and then starts asking questions very similar to derks own “ I guess we are all having the same thoughts and feelings of confusion?”
Halmos gives a blunt glare in response. “Pakiki?”
The room seemed to corroborate her story. The architecture was decidedly Ga-Metru. Upon following her gaze he jumps slightly at the sight of the body, pauses, and begins to walk over with a nonchalant interest.
From the back of the room near his pod, Weldvo watches as everyone looks towards and moves to the center of the room with various expressions. “What did you guys find something? A clue perhaps?”
He grabs all of his stuff and runs toward the center, only to stop in tracks as when he notices the body, which he was almost right on top over. “Ooh, oh dear. This still counts as a clue, right…right?” He saids, voice stuttering at the end.
Derk takes out his trench coat from the metal pod, puts it on and turns around when he sees a body lying up against a device “ooh, he doesn’t look to good/heathy” he grumbles
@Atobe_Brick Pakiki may find by examining the pods that they’re fairly simple devices. Something used to contain and hold some sort of object or thing…or perhaps people it would seem, as everyone was coming out of them. And there is minor evidence left of some type of stasis gas, with small devices to create and pump the stuff inside. Though not more could be found from the pods, aside from others who may not have woken up yet.
@rainsong @Kirathel @Ghid @Spawner @Eilrach
The body does not move upon approaching, thankfully. Though now with a better view, it looked like it was a Matoran. Or at least, a Matoran with a build they used to have, only with some minor differences. Like its mask, its design was unusual and certainly different from what everyone else in the room was wearing.
The mask and the body’s armor colors looks as though they used to be purple and black, but it has been discolored by burns. Any muscle and organic parts the body once had all rotted away to time. Though small, heavily charred pieces still cling to the bones. Based on the consistency of this burn, perhaps suffered a power surge of some sort. It definitely didn’t look fire based. Whatever caused it, appears to have also caused the back of the head to explode open. He wasn’t getting revived any time soon.
Looking at the body, some may notice how it’s laying on the device. It appears to have been operating it before death. Whoever this was did not point it out to the nearby silver sea, but inwards. Towards the city and up to to the sky’s red sun.
Lync grimaces at the corpse. Something was odd about it… she’d file that away for later. In the meantime, she tries to give the corpse a gentle shove off of the machine, trying to get a better look at whatever it was.
“Hey, anybody recognize this piece of junk? Looks like our friend here died using it, might be important.”
They would be interrupted by a knock from outside the room.
“He-hello?” a female voice said, “I heard voices, is everyone alright?”
A comparatively tall ga-matoran entered the room, the strange, spikey shape of her Crast, combined with her spear give off a somewhat intimidating aura.
“Oh! Finally, someone else in this place! I’ve been alone for so long!”
Lync glances up at the newcomer, eyes squinted through her Komau.
“Saying we’re ‘alright’ might be a stretch. How long have you been here?” Lync thumbs through the Kanoka in her hands.
“Here specifically? Or just awake? I woke up in the coliseum, and made my way here to ga-metru, came to this… lighthouse I think? Because I heard voices.”
“I see. Did the coliseum look as dreadful as it does here?”
“If you remember which direction you came from, and if I’m correct in thinking that this is Ga-Metru, I can make a map of the island, and we can decide on where to go next. Perhaps the Miners in Onu-Metru were safe from whatever happened. Or maybe the scholars of Ko-Metru, if they are still… alive… can tell us what happened.”
“Alright, that sounds like a plan,” Said Weldvo. “Though, if the two people that seem to remember the most don’t how what happened, then we might be in more trouble than we realize.”
He starts to walk back towards his pod, then turns around and points at Efari, “Hey you. Since you have been out there for a bit, just how is it like out there? Anything dangerous that you know about?”