The Vahki wasted no time in rushing over to the group in the lighthouse, sticking it’s head through the door.
“Citizens! Citizens! Please, you must come with me. I is no longer of any concern if you trust me or not, if you stay here you will die. Please, I plead with you!”
“Okay, I don’t fully trust you, but I will follow you.”
“Excellent, excellent,” the machine says, it’s voice showing the first strong emotion yet, fear and urgency. "Are there any more citizens in spheres inside?
"Well, as for the launcher itself, it should not take that much to fix. Installing it on someone, however, might take a while. Trying to install it in a way that would not harm is going to take some knowledge about biology that I don’t have, " Said Weldvo as the examined the base of the launcher.
After hearing the deafening noise Weldvo carefully put down the launcher and runs toward the pile of the spear and shields that he made, trying to gather as such of his equipment as he can.
“Ok, we might want to work at that later.” Said Weldvo is a panicked voiced. “Does someone, anyone, want to take these things. They are free pickings and I can’t carry all of them,” He says to the rest of the group.
“I’ll take that dagger, maybe a spear.”
Alarmed, Pakiki stops writing in his journal. He takes a curved sword and sheild from Weldvo’s weapon stock.
He is very afraid, but he’s also somewhat excited to leave the lighthouse and go somewhere else.
Turning to the Vahki (but still ensuring some distance between the two), he says, “You mentioned a place called the hive. Where’s that?”
Vergil stares, transfixed by the giant gleaming lightning-wheel in the sky. It reflects in her eyes, empty and void of thought other than the giant shine.
She stands completely still, until the screeching begins. The Ga-Matoran flinches and snatches back the launcher, picking up one of the spears with her other hand.
“Cannot stay. The other one, she went there.” Vergil points with one finger toward the Feeding Center’s general direction. “Follow. Find if not dead. It’s a better place to hide than this.”
Without waiting for anyone else, Vergil takes off jogging at a brisk pace toward the Feeding Center, taking furtive glances around for any spiders or other monsters as she goes.
“Answer: Ko-Metru. Plenty of weapons and supplies, Visorak avoid unless goaded. Safe for a time.”
"Ko Metru? That’s great! Perhaps there are some books in the knowledge towers that could tell us how to restore Metru Nui back to it’s former glory! Maybe my master and pet are still alive and well!
“Wait… Where’s everyone going!? We need to stick together!”
Voyo stops, hearing Pakiki 'You’re right, if someone runs off, too bad for them. I’m going to be staying with the largest group possible. And, Ko-Metru sounds nice, maybe I can find some more kanoka"
The ta-matoran hesitates for a bit, but ultimately sides with the Vahki
Well we can’t just leave her to die either. She might be in trouble. I say we all go to the building as a group and investigate. Then, once we find her, we can travel to Ko-Metru."
“There will be plenty of kanoka at the hive, and we shall collect those who ventured off begore making our way there. However, this unit must be informed how many citizens are still contained in sphere’s here. Please, time is of utmost importance.”
OOC: I thought I replied to this one. Whoops! Sorry for the delay!
IC: The entrances and exits were all intentional, though one of the walls going further away from Metru Nui was weaker than the others. It could potentially be busted down to form another entrance. Though there were many openings as it was used to having hundreds of Matoran coming and going though it.
Halmos couldn’t see the lightning, or the spinner, or even the red sun from where he was standing inside the lighthouse. But he heard every noise.
He stood, frozen for a moment - this new Halmos was weak, he was unsure, trembling, afraid. And in his time of uncertainty, a little of the vile old Halmos returned, who was not afraid to act in a time of emergency.
“Let them.”
His voice was a pinch deeper and much less human. The quivering, nervous continual movements were swept away by the cold, analytical mind. He wasn’t truly sure why he hadn’t been so calm before; something had made it possible, definitely. But this was undoubtedly him. More me than I ever was.
“And you listen to me.” He turned towards the Vahki. “You will travel with us. You will guard us, you will fend off the monsters of the wild for us, if necessary you will die for us. But We go where we want. And you will not attempt to force us anywhere.”
“Gather the weapons.” He walked towards the door and, if uninterrupted, in the direction Vergil bolted, his hands folded stoically behind his back. “We are leaving.”
“Please” the Vahki asked, as it stepped away from the doorway to let him pass, it was begging now, “Please, heed my warnings, if you do not go to the hive, at least for a short period to arm yourselves, you will die.”
Halmos put a kindly hand on the machine’s shoulder.
“I will stab you in the eye, rip your internal mechanisms out through your socket, and repurpose your head into a kanoka launcher,” He said calmly. “If you lift a finger against us or our wishes. We will only go there if WE choose to; you will have no part in that decision.”
So saying, he slowly marched towards the feeding center.
Lync’s dissatisfaction turns to dismay as the island puts on its supernatural display, demonstrating that things would turn south much faster than she had hoped.
On the one hand, this building had everything she, and perhaps the others, would need. The recharging stations could keep them on their feet for quite a while, and the supply of Kanoka could help them deal with Rahi or any other problems that would inevitably crop up.
So of course the building was impossible to defend. With a bit of work maybe some of the entrances could be blocked off, but now that the hour had turned to ‘spooky’ there was hardly the time to do anything of the sort, at least not effectively.
“Two options, then.” She pulls a disc from her back, flipping it idly in her hands. Option A was running. She liked Option A. It meant staying one step ahead of the other creepy crawlies out there, and it meant she always had somewhere else to go when they got too close. Option B was hiding. She hated Option B… and she hated even more that sinking feeling that Option B was the smart choice.
Here she had resources, and potentially allies if they ever stopped arguing and wandered this way. Out there she had… well, who knew what. Maybe she would get lucky, but she wasn’t keen on throwing her fate to luck so quickly.
With a grimace she turned away from the door, scrambling up and away from the many doorways. She would hide, she would watch, and she would plan. Besides, she could always choose Option A and head for greener pastures later. Right?
“Then this unit will go its way, and you will go yours. This unit knows a lost cause. Do not say this unit didn’t attempt to help you.” It steps back to let the matoran past watch the group move past.