Hello everyone, Indi here! Recently I've been thinking how fun it would be to pick off where Greg left, and write my own serial! Now, for all you masters of lore, I try to stay as accurate as possible to G1 lore, but some things, mostly referring to the status of the GSR post 2010, will be slightly inconsistent.
So, let's get to it shall we! I'll hopefully try to update this each week.
Choppy waves crashed against the creaking hull of a lone ship. The wind was so powerful, rain seemed to curve horizontally as the boat moved through the sea. Among the fog a single light shone, hanging from the mast of the ship. Typically a boat this small would be reserved for Takea fishing or simple ferries between islands, but today, southern winds carried it on one of the most important voyages in the matoran universe-or at least, what was left of it.
One week before:
It had been five months since the Battle of Titans occurred upon Agau's planet. He had seen tremendous giants with unfathomable power exchange blows capable of destroying his village in an instant, and felt the shakes and shudders of Bara Magna as they each of them fell. The agori was still not entirely sure what he saw with his own eyes back then, but from the reports given by Toa Tahu, it seems a "reformation" of sorts occurred. The god that was victorious brought forth vast jungles, oceans, and resources beyond the agori's wildest dreams, while the fallen god known as "Teridax" brought forth many strange beings from within his body. Agau was a dealer in information, and his business had begun to truly boom after these creatures emerged from Teridax's foot. Toa, matoran, dark hunters, skakdi- so many new inhabitants on Spherus Magna, and information on each came at a price, which Agau determined. He smiled blissfully recalling the transaction he had made just yesterday. A small group of bone hunters had payed him 500 widgets (the new established currency ever since the trading of resources became unnecessary) for basic details on Gatherer, a dark hunter from Stelt. Now, Agau knew nothing of this Stelt, but his business associate certainly did. As if he was summoned by the very words floating in Agau's head, Karek wandered into Agau's hut, yawning as he twirled a blade between two fingers.
"Kid I'll never figure out why you set up camp so far away from New Atero, you know it takes me at least 2 hours to go gathering?"
"Less people less problems." Agau stated bluntly. "I'm still gathering intel on half the population, trust is the only limited resource now. What'd you scavenge today?"
"Some good tidbits actually, compared to our typical information! It's not a matoran name I heard in passing or one of the hundreds of dark hunter names which flow through that city at mach speed, so I consider it fairly decent intel."
The emerald skakdi grinned as he threw his dagger into a nearby tree behind him. The two had set up camp in a nearby forest a few bios away from New Atero a few weeks ago after a run in with some of the toa guards. Agau and Karek hadn't exactly built up a stellar relationship with the local law. With Agau's connections as a trader and Karek's background on the MU as a sailor, the two had aquired a great deal of info on agori and matoran alike. This info was typically purchased by not so savory individuals, but the two typically didn't care what the buyer did with said info. Agau grimaced, remembering the information Karek had sold a matoran on the ancient being Trem Krom's current wearabouts, and the murder that followed shortly after.
"So spill it already, what info has you smiling like an idiot?" Agau asked, already excited to hear what the Skakdi had overheard today.
"Well if you must know, Kopaka and Pohatu have gone north in search of a killer, most likely our Trem Krom client, and Onua has joined a scouting party heading for Bota Magna."
Agau raised an eyebrow. Most agori, or matoran for that matter, wouldn't understand the implications of this currently, but it was huge.
"Seriously?" Agau asked, a new curiosity brimming within his white armor. "With that toa of air you mentioned missing, that leaves only 2 of the Nuva currently stationed around New Atero, correct?"
Karek wandered into the hut the duo set up, and hollered to Agau across camp.
"Typically you'd be correct, but miss do-good has travelled south to help transport anyone left in the big guy onto the planet. Pair that with the disappearance of the Mahri and Norik's team searching for them, that leaves the city relatively empty of toa for us to spread our intel!"
Karek came out of the hut, still with an idiotic grin plastered on his face. Agau blinked in surprise. He was still getting his bearings when it came to toa teams, so his knowledge on the two teams Karek mentioned was limited, but he recognized Karek's disdain toward the toa nuva of water.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but that only leaves Tahu and a few others, correct? You're right, we might be able to move out of this dump for a while!" Agau's grin matched the emerald skakdi's at this point. "In fact, I was supposed to sell a few agori some stuff on ash bears, they think they could make good transports, let's pack up and move our camp closer to the city, shall we?"
"Kid I've seen ash bears, those things wouldn't even get half a bio before clawing an agori's face off, but hey, deals a deal I s'pose." Karek went back info the hut, already packing a large sack full of widgets and his various knives. "Sure, let's head right back the way I came, thanks for giving me such a long break chief.."
Agau rolled his eyes at the skakdi's comment, and began to pack up the duo's belongings for the long trek.
It was sundown when the two info dealers left their camp, so the lights of New Atero shone through the midnight sky. Compared to its previous iteration, New Atero certainly was an improvement already. The city was still very heavily under construction, but it's location gave it enough protection from the elements. When deciding on a location for the city, The toa found that the area under the larger robot's arm was perfect. Teridax fell in such a way that a space spanning over 500 feet stretched between the robot's arm and the surface. The arm served as a canopy for the city, while also protecting it from strong winds coming in from the east. Thousands of lightstones covered the inner arm, and the more daring had constructed huts suspended from cables above the city. Because of the immense shadow the arm casted over the city, and the thousands of lightstones that dotted the metal sky above it, the city had earned its nickname: the Midnight City. From the direction Agau and Karek were approaching, the elbow New Atero was housed under formed a colossal arch. Agau shuddered. He always thought the position of the robot's arm looked like it was about to spring back to life, which unsettled him to no end.
"So which route are we taking today, helmethead?" Karek asked gruffly. "Certainly not the main road, even with the Nuva gone, someone's gonna be guarding that route."
Agau frowned, agreeing with Karek. Ever since the toa had found the duo selling a matoran's address to some dark hunters, the trading and purchasing of information had been decreed illegal by the turaga. All toa and glatorian stationed in the city had been told to throw out a green skakdi and white agori if spotted. Karek was quite proud of their accomplishments regardless. "It's not every day that they ban information, Agau, I'm sure our names will echo through the city for ages!" He had grinned. Agau snapped back to the present, trying to figure out how to get by the guards.
"If I switch helmets and cover up my armor, I'm sure I can get by, but you... That's another story."
"Skakdi racism, bud, I can't escape it..." Karek grumbled. "Getting work as a sailor is tough with my ugly mug."
"Are you sure it isn't the fact that there's nothing interesting in the Great Sea? Well, there used to be, but the underwater wreckage of Mata Nui isn't the top tourist attraction these days." Agau inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice. Karek pulled a large hooded cape out of his bag.
"Yea, yea, I'm very proud you passed your Agua Magna geography class, you're a special snowflake. Here-" Karek threw Agau a big robe, while he pulled up his hood. "I'll hide my face under this, you put that on and grab that other helmet ya got. It's risky, but we have clients waiting, eh?"
Agau nodded his head, agreeing silently with Karek's optimism. The white agori covered himself up and took off his helmet, replacing it with the crimson one in his satchel. In a world where the matoran identified eachother through mask, having a backup identity had come in handy more than once. The duo, now unrecognizable, continued walking towards the scaffolding of the city under the tremendous arch of metal, it's stars acting as their guide.