Karunax appears not to notice Kratark's jabs, but his tone still darkens.
"The Brotherhood is set to conquer the world and take its rightful place as the ruler of all lesser races. And of course, right as our chance approaches, self-conceited vermin among us rear their disgusting schemes. We cannot achieve conquest when our own kind dares to threaten us. There is only one Brotherhood, Kratark, and I plan to stamp out the impostors. If you want to abandon us, I will stamp you out as well."
"You could try. But what would that accomplish if I don't care about what this Brotherhood does either way? The way I see it: nothing I do at this point will satisfy my creator's original orders. And I'm not about to be coerced by some raging hulk who had two letters added to his name just to feel more like one of us. Did you expect me to come in here full of rage, a desire for vengeance perhaps? Did you perhaps expect somebody who's blade you could easily turn on people that have never, nor could ever, hurt me? I am a tired Makuta Karun. I'm done killing until I see a good reason to. Simple as that."
"Then you're only worth your armor; scrap metal for our war machines. Contribute like a brother, stand aside like a coward, or die like a vermin."
Karunax glares down at Kratark with a dismissive look as he stomps past him.
"You could try. But what would that accomplish if I don't care about what this Brotherhood does either way? The way I see it: nothing I do at this point will satisfy my creator's original orders. And I'm not about to be coerced by some raging hulk who had two letters added to his name just to feel more like one of us. Did you expect me to come in here full of rage, a desire for vengeance perhaps? Did you perhaps expect somebody who's blade you could easily turn on people that have never, nor could ever, hurt me? I am a tired Makuta Karun. I'm done killing until I see a good reason to. Simple as that."
"Then you're only worth your armor; scrap metal for our war machines. Contribute like a brother, stand aside like a coward, or die like a vermin."
Karunax glares down at Kratark with a dismissive look as he stomps past him.
Kratark only has three fingers, which means it is technically impossible for him to perform rude gestures. Nonetheless, he does his closest approximation of one, and walks out in disgust
There is an explosion that blows out several windows. A lab door opens, and Inharax staggers out, clutching a smoking cannon that is fitted over his right arm.
"I'm... back."
✠✙ What once was old doth fade away/But Former Glory stays the same ✙✠ •••Unity•••Duty•••DESTINY••• ***EST. 2006*** • 9/11/01 • BCC: 2010-2014 • EX-TER-MIN-ATE! –Dalek
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Feb 7, 2018 6:26:39 GMT
The sharp scent of toxins corrode throughout Toxica's private lab, the steely iron scent pervading the senses, creating a fog of confusion for any who enter, and bloodlust.
Inharax makes for someplace where he senses more Makuta.
✠✙ What once was old doth fade away/But Former Glory stays the same ✙✠ •••Unity•••Duty•••DESTINY••• ***EST. 2006*** • 9/11/01 • BCC: 2010-2014 • EX-TER-MIN-ATE! –Dalek
He attaches the gauntlet to thr arm that was taken off by Mnemosyne. "Peefect oppurtunity to use this." It somehow welds on to place and begins heading back for his throne.
Leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta Valix The King of Destruction and Strategic Master of War
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Feb 25, 2022 1:12:56 GMT
Crystalia blinks as she looks around.. Wasn't she just on Xia..? They were razing it to the ground. Why was she on Destral? And.. As she looked around her, she suppressed a snarl from coming out of her. Why in the name of the Brotherhood was she in Toxica's Laboratory? Moreso, how had she not suffered the unfortunate consequences of being here without Toxica?
"Wait.." She muttered, as she raised a hand to touch the wall, and it was most definitely damp. She sniffed the air, noting a lack of chemicals. "Is this Jellica's Lab?" She asked aloud, looking around. It looked almost identical to Toxica's, except it lacked the corrosive toxins, doom vipers, or various chemical compounds being brewed. Jellica's lab was rather bare-bones. It wouldn't even be recognizable as Jellica's, if it weren't for the fact that it was wet. Jellica did enjoy her water, for reasons that Crystalia could never fathom. Nobody in the Brotherhood quite understood her fixation, but she was allowed her eccentricities, like them all. Crystalia pursed her lips, before moving to leave.
As she walked down the corridors of Destral, she noted a disturbing lack of activity. Destral was usually always busy, what with Rahkshi scurrying about, Kraata slithering along the walls, all in the service of their masters. Or even Toa Hagah, off to procure some item for their Lord. Yet, as she felt outwards, she found she couldn't sense any life on Destral.. It was most peculiar. But.. Why was she here, and not on Xia? "I swear, if that meddlesome Toa of Psionics is messing with me, I will eradicate the entire element from this universe." She said, a solemn edge in her voice. She spread her wings and took upwards, to do an aerial view of Destral. Something was wrong, and she didn't know what.
Crystalia blinks as she looks around.. Wasn't she just on Xia..? They were razing it to the ground. Why was she on Destral? And.. As she looked around her, she suppressed a snarl from coming out of her. Why in the name of the Brotherhood was she in Toxica's Laboratory? Moreso, how had she not suffered the unfortunate consequences of being here without Toxica?
"Wait.." She muttered, as she raised a hand to touch the wall, and it was most definitely damp. She sniffed the air, noting a lack of chemicals. "Is this Jellica's Lab?" She asked aloud, looking around. It looked almost identical to Toxica's, except it lacked the corrosive toxins, doom vipers, or various chemical compounds being brewed. Jellica's lab was rather bare-bones. It wouldn't even be recognizable as Jellica's, if it weren't for the fact that it was wet. Jellica did enjoy her water, for reasons that Crystalia could never fathom. Nobody in the Brotherhood quite understood her fixation, but she was allowed her eccentricities, like them all. Crystalia pursed her lips, before moving to leave.
As she walked down the corridors of Destral, she noted a disturbing lack of activity. Destral was usually always busy, what with Rahkshi scurrying about, Kraata slithering along the walls, all in the service of their masters. Or even Toa Hagah, off to procure some item for their Lord. Yet, as she felt outwards, she found she couldn't sense any life on Destral.. It was most peculiar. But.. Why was she here, and not on Xia? "I swear, if that meddlesome Toa of Psionics is messing with me, I will eradicate the entire element from this universe." She said, a solemn edge in her voice. She spread her wings and took upwards, to do an aerial view of Destral. Something was wrong, and she didn't know what.
Crystalia hated not knowing.
A shimmer of gold flashes under her shadow. It moves and twists as if on a mission with no end goal. When it spots her, the shining metal object stiffens.
(NPC rahkshi of Magnetism. If it becomes an RPC, I'll post a profile.)