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.)
Crystalia curves her wings and drops down, flying rather fast towards the shimmer. When she landed on the ground, she used her wings to shield her, before slowly standing tall and having her wings drag lightly behind her. "Rahkshi," she greeted coldly. "What are you doing?"
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.)
Crystalia curves her wings and drops down, flying rather fast towards the shimmer. When she landed on the ground, she used her wings to shield her, before slowly standing tall and having her wings drag lightly behind her. "Rahkshi," she greeted coldly. "What are you doing?"
The wicked monster of iron and shadow falls to a knee and spews out it's gutteral hisses and snarling. A matoran would dismiss the sounds as beastial, but a makuta can easily interpret the growling.
Crystalia curves her wings and drops down, flying rather fast towards the shimmer. When she landed on the ground, she used her wings to shield her, before slowly standing tall and having her wings drag lightly behind her. "Rahkshi," she greeted coldly. "What are you doing?"
The wicked monster of iron and shadow falls to a knee and spews out it's gutteral hisses and snarling. A matoran would dismiss the sounds as beastial, but a makuta can easily interpret the growling.
{JAMMERS! -Makuta- ONLY!} "Hail. I claim territory. Destral is empty. Surrender territory to Makuta[you]."
Crystalia nods to the Rahkshi, but does not deign a response. "If Destral is as empty as it apparently seems, we might as well find the rest of the Makuta. Have you come across any other Rahkshi, or perhaps a Kraata?"
The wicked monster of iron and shadow falls to a knee and spews out it's gutteral hisses and snarling. A matoran would dismiss the sounds as beastial, but a makuta can easily interpret the growling.
{JAMMERS! -Makuta- ONLY!} "Hail. I claim territory. Destral is empty. Surrender territory to Makuta[you]."
Crystalia nods to the Rahkshi, but does not deign a response. "If Destral is as empty as it apparently seems, we might as well find the rest of the Makuta. Have you come across any other Rahkshi, or perhaps a Kraata?"
It groans a negative tone. It's high capabilities of understanding speech is a trait only found in those with the right genetic makeup for stage 7 kraata. The beast gestures to the nearest rahkshi, completely frozen in place with holes in its side. Those holes match up perfectly with the shape of the Fa-Rahkshi's staff.
Crystalia nods to the Rahkshi, but does not deign a response. "If Destral is as empty as it apparently seems, we might as well find the rest of the Makuta. Have you come across any other Rahkshi, or perhaps a Kraata?"
It groans a negative tone. It's high capabilities of understanding speech is a trait only found in those with the right genetic makeup for stage 7 kraata. The beast gestures to the nearest rahkshi, completely frozen in place with holes in its side. Those holes match up perfectly with the shape of the Fa-Rahkshi's staff.
Crystalia purses her lips. "I see. Then that shall be your first task, you are to reawaken the other Rahkshi and Kraata on Destral. Leave that particular one to me, though. I wish to examine it." She begins to observe it critically.
It groans a negative tone. It's high capabilities of understanding speech is a trait only found in those with the right genetic makeup for stage 7 kraata. The beast gestures to the nearest rahkshi, completely frozen in place with holes in its side. Those holes match up perfectly with the shape of the Fa-Rahkshi's staff.
Crystalia purses her lips. "I see. Then that shall be your first task, you are to reawaken the other Rahkshi and Kraata on Destral. Leave that particular one to me, though. I wish to examine it." She begins to observe it critically.
Primordial sounds are Makuta's only reply, and the rahkshi snaps it's body around and flickers itself around Destral, jostling any of it's brothers and sisters.
When Crystalia takes a closer look at the creature in question, she finds it's body empty, with no kraata inside. On the helmet of the suit, the kanohi Felnas, the mask of Umbraia, is scratched into the top. Perhaps this rahkshi was one of hers? There exists a trail of antidermic slime from the feet of the rahkshi to the Destral teleportation room.
Crystalia purses her lips. "I see. Then that shall be your first task, you are to reawaken the other Rahkshi and Kraata on Destral. Leave that particular one to me, though. I wish to examine it." She begins to observe it critically.
Primordial sounds are Makuta's only reply, and the rahkshi snaps it's body around and flickers itself around Destral, jostling any of it's brothers and sisters.
When Crystalia takes a closer look at the creature in question, she finds it's body empty, with no kraata inside. On the helmet of the suit, the kanohi Felnas, the mask of Umbraia, is scratched into the top. Perhaps this rahkshi was one of hers? There exists a trail of antidermic slime from the feet of the rahkshi to the Destral teleportation room.
Crystalia levitates the hull of the Rahkshi into the air, carrying it behind her as she follows the slime.
Primordial sounds are Makuta's only reply, and the rahkshi snaps it's body around and flickers itself around Destral, jostling any of it's brothers and sisters.
When Crystalia takes a closer look at the creature in question, she finds it's body empty, with no kraata inside. On the helmet of the suit, the kanohi Felnas, the mask of Umbraia, is scratched into the top. Perhaps this rahkshi was one of hers? There exists a trail of antidermic slime from the feet of the rahkshi to the Destral teleportation room.
Crystalia levitates the hull of the Rahkshi into the air, carrying it behind her as she follows the slime.
The violent sounds of hissing and sloshing occupy the room. They belong to a mass of kraata swarming around each other, biting snarling. More slime than usual soaks their bodies, and some of the slime almost takes on a more energetic state of matter. If Crystalia might use any form of xrayvision to peer within, she'd she the Kanohi Felnas and repurposed rahkshi armor at its center.
No warning precedes the pained mental connection that suddenly arises. There are no words, and the suffering only transfers to Crystalia as much as her empathy will allow, but the Makuta does sense the absolute karz her sister is going through. If she examines the thoughts, she will see that the pain is being translated into anger, which fuels a mighty focus and power to push through the suffering.
Crystalia levitates the hull of the Rahkshi into the air, carrying it behind her as she follows the slime.
The violent sounds of hissing and sloshing occupy the room. They belong to a mass of kraata swarming around each other, biting snarling. More slime than usual soaks their bodies, and some of the slime almost takes on a more energetic state of matter. If Crystalia might use any form of xrayvision to peer within, she'd she the Kanohi Felnas and repurposed rahkshi armor at its center.
No warning precedes the pained mental connection that suddenly arises. There are no words, and the suffering only transfers to Crystalia as much as her empathy will allow, but the Makuta does sense the absolute karz her sister is going through. If she examines the thoughts, she will see that the pain is being translated into anger, which fuels a mighty focus and power to push through the suffering.
Crystalia feels a sense of sisterly pride streak through her, and she sends that feeling back to her sister. She waits for a moment, before shrugging, and using the power of gravity to rip the kraata off of the Makuta, but she keeps them suspended in the air. She applies a light pull to separate the snarling and aggressive kraata from one another, making uniform rows of kraata, separated by type and and stage, creating an impressive, rather colorful chart. Crystalia spreads her wings out as she does this, her wings looming ominously.
The violent sounds of hissing and sloshing occupy the room. They belong to a mass of kraata swarming around each other, biting snarling. More slime than usual soaks their bodies, and some of the slime almost takes on a more energetic state of matter. If Crystalia might use any form of xrayvision to peer within, she'd she the Kanohi Felnas and repurposed rahkshi armor at its center.
No warning precedes the pained mental connection that suddenly arises. There are no words, and the suffering only transfers to Crystalia as much as her empathy will allow, but the Makuta does sense the absolute karz her sister is going through. If she examines the thoughts, she will see that the pain is being translated into anger, which fuels a mighty focus and power to push through the suffering.
Crystalia feels a sense of sisterly pride streak through her, and she sends that feeling back to her sister. She waits for a moment, before shrugging, and using the power of gravity to rip the kraata off of the Makuta, but she keeps them suspended in the air. She applies a light pull to separate the snarling and aggressive kraata from one another, making uniform rows of kraata, separated by type and and stage, creating an impressive, rather colorful chart. Crystalia spreads her wings out as she does this, her wings looming ominously.
"Sister, it has been some time."
The core is exposed. A slimey metal body made from the more structurally resistant selections of rahkshi armor rests, standing erect, with arms extended at a 45° angle. An indigo light in the eye slits of her kanohi activates, bathing the scene in a malicious blue glow. The remaining slime on her new armor converts into antidermis, which is pulled within.
A jet of plasma splatters against the floor, carving a loose symbol of the Great Spirit. Upon it's completion, Umbraia cracks both disintegration fists into it, rage spewing out of her. Her kanohi tilts up to observe her sister. Where were the others? The whole island felt empty.
Crystalia feels a sense of sisterly pride streak through her, and she sends that feeling back to her sister. She waits for a moment, before shrugging, and using the power of gravity to rip the kraata off of the Makuta, but she keeps them suspended in the air. She applies a light pull to separate the snarling and aggressive kraata from one another, making uniform rows of kraata, separated by type and and stage, creating an impressive, rather colorful chart. Crystalia spreads her wings out as she does this, her wings looming ominously.
"Sister, it has been some time."
The core is exposed. A slimey metal body made from the more structurally resistant selections of rahkshi armor rests, standing erect, with arms extended at a 45° angle. An indigo light in the eye slits of her kanohi activates, bathing the scene in a malicious blue glow. The remaining slime on her new armor converts into antidermis, which is pulled within.
A jet of plasma splatters against the floor, carving a loose symbol of the Great Spirit. Upon it's completion, Umbraia cracks both disintegration fists into it, rage spewing out of her. Her kanohi tilts up to observe her sister. Where were the others? The whole island felt empty.
Crystalia blinks, as she stares at Umbraia. Why was she using Rahkshi armor? "You are the first Makuta I have come across since I awoke. There has been a change in the universe, and we must rebuild faster than Xia, or the Dark Hunters. Will you stand with me, sister?"
The core is exposed. A slimey metal body made from the more structurally resistant selections of rahkshi armor rests, standing erect, with arms extended at a 45° angle. An indigo light in the eye slits of her kanohi activates, bathing the scene in a malicious blue glow. The remaining slime on her new armor converts into antidermis, which is pulled within.
A jet of plasma splatters against the floor, carving a loose symbol of the Great Spirit. Upon it's completion, Umbraia cracks both disintegration fists into it, rage spewing out of her. Her kanohi tilts up to observe her sister. Where were the others? The whole island felt empty.
Crystalia blinks, as she stares at Umbraia. Why was she using Rahkshi armor? "You are the first Makuta I have come across since I awoke. There has been a change in the universe, and we must rebuild faster than Xia, or the Dark Hunters. Will you stand with me, sister?"
Makuta Umbraia extends a hand toward Crystalia, no longer crackling with power. Momentarily, her kanohi shapeshifts into the mask of Anakritis, then back to a Felnas. Umbraia had a previous loyalty, and wouldn't soon turn on it lest it benefit the sisterhood of Makuta.
As her hands reaches forward, she takes a moment to appreciate her new armor. Her last body was instantly vaporized by Mata-Nui, but he didn't know that she had stored a miniscule capsule of her antidermis in the depths of Destral's teleportation room. It was her loyal rahkshi and kraata that sacrificed themselves to reconstruct her a new body and replenish her essence. No doubt Crystalia was discovering all of this through passive mind reading. Umbraia was used to that. It was her choice to never speak a word, which meant that there were often Makuta who glean what they could from the surface of her mind to affirm what they wanted to know. Likely, Crystalia knew Umbraia's failsafe now. In the future, she would have to find another way of revival if her body was destroyed again.
Crystalia blinks, as she stares at Umbraia. Why was she using Rahkshi armor? "You are the first Makuta I have come across since I awoke. There has been a change in the universe, and we must rebuild faster than Xia, or the Dark Hunters. Will you stand with me, sister?"
Makuta Umbraia extends a hand toward Crystalia, no longer crackling with power. Momentarily, her kanohi shapeshifts into the mask of Anakritis, then back to a Felnas. Umbraia had a previous loyalty, and wouldn't soon turn on it lest it benefit the sisterhood of Makuta.
As her hands reaches forward, she takes a moment to appreciate her new armor. Her last body was instantly vaporized by Mata-Nui, but he didn't know that she had stored a miniscule capsule of her antidermis in the depths of Destral's teleportation room. It was her loyal rahkshi and kraata that sacrificed themselves to reconstruct her a new body and replenish her essence. No doubt Crystalia was discovering all of this through passive mind reading. Umbraia was used to that. It was her choice to never speak a word, which meant that there were often Makuta who glean what they could from the surface of her mind to affirm what they wanted to know. Likely, Crystalia knew Umbraia's failsafe now. In the future, she would have to find another way of revival if her body was destroyed again.
Crystalia dips her head in understanding. "Anakritis was the rightful ruler of the Brotherhood, I see no reason as to why she should not be reinstated to her throne. The actions of Valix have divided our brotherhood, though. Perhaps a cleansing is in order," Crystalia mused. "As for methods of revival, I'm sure you can come up with something satisfactory. That being said, here you go," she said before she dropped the gravity hold over the Kraata, letting them fall upon one another.
Makuta Umbraia extends a hand toward Crystalia, no longer crackling with power. Momentarily, her kanohi shapeshifts into the mask of Anakritis, then back to a Felnas. Umbraia had a previous loyalty, and wouldn't soon turn on it lest it benefit the sisterhood of Makuta.
As her hands reaches forward, she takes a moment to appreciate her new armor. Her last body was instantly vaporized by Mata-Nui, but he didn't know that she had stored a miniscule capsule of her antidermis in the depths of Destral's teleportation room. It was her loyal rahkshi and kraata that sacrificed themselves to reconstruct her a new body and replenish her essence. No doubt Crystalia was discovering all of this through passive mind reading. Umbraia was used to that. It was her choice to never speak a word, which meant that there were often Makuta who glean what they could from the surface of her mind to affirm what they wanted to know. Likely, Crystalia knew Umbraia's failsafe now. In the future, she would have to find another way of revival if her body was destroyed again.
Crystalia dips her head in understanding. "Anakritis was the rightful ruler of the Brotherhood, I see no reason as to why she should not be reinstated to her throne. The actions of Valix have divided our brotherhood, though. Perhaps a cleansing is in order," Crystalia mused. "As for methods of revival, I'm sure you can come up with something satisfactory. That being said, here you go," she said before she dropped the gravity hold over the Kraata, letting them fall upon one another.
Satisfied with the current amount of antidermis she possessed, Umbraia opens a cavity in her armor, and calls her kraata within. It was better this way. If some fool managed to damage her, one of her own could clog the rupture and save her essence from spilling out.
The Makuta gazes at her and dips her head, indicating an agreement on her statements. The only real question was, who was left? If there was going to be a call to order within the Brotherhood, who was already extinguished by Mata-Nui, and who was left?
Crystalia dips her head in understanding. "Anakritis was the rightful ruler of the Brotherhood, I see no reason as to why she should not be reinstated to her throne. The actions of Valix have divided our brotherhood, though. Perhaps a cleansing is in order," Crystalia mused. "As for methods of revival, I'm sure you can come up with something satisfactory. That being said, here you go," she said before she dropped the gravity hold over the Kraata, letting them fall upon one another.
Satisfied with the current amount of antidermis she possessed, Umbraia opens a cavity in her armor, and calls her kraata within. It was better this way. If some fool managed to damage her, one of her own could clog the rupture and save her essence from spilling out.
The Makuta gazes at her and dips her head, indicating an agreement on her statements. The only real question was, who was left? If there was going to be a call to order within the Brotherhood, who was already extinguished by Mata-Nui, and who was left?
Crystalia said nothing, but started moving towards the convocation hall. Once she reached her destination, she sent out a telepathic summons to the rest of the Makuta, demanding their presence on Destral. She also issues a warning, that those who do not attend may as well be considered traitors.