As the Vahki couldn’t enter the building, it stayed put.
“Answer: Vahki unit K-2378, assigned to Ko-metru hive 456.”
In her investigations, Lync takes note of any ways in or out of the building, whether they’re intentional or not.
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This comes across as complete gibberish to Carreg, and he treats it as such, instead holding his sword in front of him and threatening @Cordax, who by some miracle managed to dodge the Kanoka, which clattered to the floor some distance away.
“Explain yourself, ‘Voyo the Matoran’. Where am I?”
“I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t really know.”
“You don’t even know? How can I trust you?”
“Were all in the same boat, if we don’t trust each other, we’re all gonna end up dead.”
“Who is ‘we’? How many of you are there?!”
“Too many.”
With a vicious glare at the door, Halmos struggled to his feet. “Voyo, you are welcome to stop being obtuse for a change. This fellow would like some answers, not vague mystification.”
Vergil takes the momentary pause to speak, staying a noticeably far distance away from the newly-awakened Matoran. “Matoran. Around eight of us, didn’t do a full count. We woke up in those-”
She points toward the sphere she’s leaning beside. “-alone here. Except for the body. Something happened to us. To the city.”
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“According to some of the other Matoran here, we’re in ga Metru and this is some kind of lighthouse thing” said derk from where is was standing nearsighted the pod “my name is derkdekins, most people called/speak me derk” he got up and walked over to the new matoran “should we all introduce ourselves?” He asked
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Another matoran pops out of a pod, this time with a brown rectangular backpack that’s almost as tall as him. He falls on his back, the excessively large bag cushions his landing. He lays on the bag gasping for air, confused about the situation.
“Excellent, another citizen.” the Vahki comments.
“Query: Are there any more of these un-opened containers located within this structure?” the machine asked no-one in particular.
Carreg takes a deep breath and lowers his sword. It is slowly becoming obvious that these other “Matoran” are as lost and confused as he is. He walks past them in silence to retrieve his disk, then slots it back in the Kanoka launcher. Hefting the weapon over his shoulder, he asks, “Well, what now?”
"current directive: You must be returned to the hive for safe-keeping and armament, until such a time as current Vahki units still operational can re-establish order.”
“I’m sorry, for what? I’m not going anywhere with you, big guy.”
“I second the motion.” Halmos snorted. “You deserve none of my empathy, trash can, and especially none of my obedience. I don’t know where we’ll go,or what we do, but fully expect following your orders to be at the bottom of the list.”
As he spoke, Halmos almost courageously walked up and jabbbed a finger towards the Vahki’s oversized head. He sincerely hoped nobody noticed his knees wobbling as he spun around with a flourish and stalked back towards Carreg.
“Regardless where we go, we do need to go before long.” Halmos muttered to the assembled party. He opened his mouth to continue, but looked around with a puzzled expression.
“Where’s the other one? She was just here a minute ago.”
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“This is unacceptable. There are many dangers present you are ill-equipped to face. You do not have to stay at the hive long, only enough to arm oneself. After which, this unit cannot inhibit you citizen. Only request you stay to assist in reclamation efforts, though you are free to refuse. This unit only wishes to help citizen,” the Vahki said, the last bit showing some hint of what could be considered emotion to it, “that is all it is designed for.”
“Nobody cares.” Halmos coughed in the Vahki’s direction, still trying to locate the missing Matoran. “Last I remember, you- you things were what got me trapped in that pod. And I grant you, my memory hasn’t been excellent as of late, but it’s been remarkably clear on that point.”
During his speech he had been all over the lighthouse, peering out the window, checking behind rubble, shooting threatening glances into the eyes of everyone present to see if they would provide an answer. “You show up from nowhere as we all conveniently can’t remember nearly anything which has occurred and begin ordering us around and insisting we head to an unknown location with you. No.”
“Put that in your mask and snort it.” Halmos huffed with disgust before pausing to determine what the heck he had actually said.
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Weldvo carefully picks up the launcher, moving it around in his hands and inspects all of its cracks. He then runs to the pile of protodermis at was his late pod, and comes back holding small pieces of finer protodermis.
“Oh this is definitely enough,” Weldvo said with a smile. “Although, what you plan to do to power this thing?” He then gives a cautious glance at the vahki, before turning right back to face Vergil.
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“While this unit has no memory of these actions in it’s stacks, it apologizes for any injury it may have caused. If required for trust, this unit will deactivate it’s weapons, and you may confiscate it’s staves.”