Ey @HewkiiDaKohliiHead you got that part that I promised you. If anyone else would like to be in the story (the first five people will actually get fairly major roles.) And @Mrblackpants you'll be in the next installment. Enjoy!
I remember when I first saw Turk. His gait was odd, his limbs more so, and his mask stood out like a sore thumb. I couldn’t believe he was one of the new MoCs.
“Hello,” I said to him. Basic, but friendly.
“Heya,” he responded.
“No offense, but you look like Voriki collided with Good Guy at a million miles per hour.”
“I shall take no offense, then.” He smiled.
I couldn’t believe it. I had decided that I didn’t like him, offended him, and now he was just going to bend to my will. I couldn’t decide whether to be pleased or disheartened. Geep was merely confused.
“Well, what’s your name?” I asked, making sure to sound rude. I really, really didn’t need another MoC clinging onto me.
“Turk. And what might yours be, little white one?”
“I’m Jeruk. And don’t call me little.”
“Then I shall not call you little. What is this creature that accompanies you?”
“This is Geep, my slug. He’s far and away the only other sane thing in this place.”
“Am I not sane?” Turk asked, confused.
“No. Not if you’re anything like Ver, or Horus.”
“Who is this Ver you speak of? He seems like a wonderful friend.”
I sighed. “Well, if you actually want to meet him, follow me.” I hopped off the bed, holding Geep on my back. Turk tumbled off the side behind me. He landed a twisted mess.
“I am fine,” he said, contorting himself back into his correct shape. Martin had used two different sorts of feet for his build, giving him a slight limp when he walked.
It’s best at this point to describe to you Hewkii. Hewkii is a Po-Matoran, and a canon set. What’s worse, he’s a canon set from G1. So he’s super-elitist. And just as I was about to escort Turk out of the bedroom, he waddled in front of us.
“Get out,” I said.
“What’s that?” Hewkii replied, trying to sound menacing but failing completely.
“Get out of our way,” I said, monotone.
“Because we’ve got to go see Ver.”
“I don’t know. A couple of G2 MoCs visiting each other? Sounds pretty suspicious.”
“Why hasn’t Martin taken you apart yet?” I asked coldly.
“Because I’m far superior.”
“No. It’s because you’re made up of eight pieces.”
“Hmph. You may pass, villager, but don’t get any thoughts. Any attempts to overthrow me and the rest of the G1 sets are useless.” He waddled to the side, glaring at Turk. Turk merely waved goodbye in response.