Tectonic Difficulties
It’s been several weeks since he and Salas managed to grab the Makoki Stone from New Atero. The plans were put on a indefinite hold when no one else but the legendary Toa Mata, Mata Nui’s destined hero’s who would appear in the times of darkness, decided to visit. When half of them were gone and they stole in and grabbed the stone, the town guard managed to catch them speeding out.
He had heard of stories from the north about six brave Toa bringing Matoran to Metru Nui after thousand years of silence back on Odina, but thought they were just exaggerations made by idiots hoping something went right for once, or just another lie by the Turaga spread by Matoran across the universe to keep up spirits as the world slowly died.
Given their strength in battle, though, it was no wonder they saved the world within a few months. And saved two more in less than that.
The strength wasn’t the most notable characteristic either. Thinking that they would be prudes who consider themselves above others, they were better than most decent people could hope to be. Kind, forgiving, yet-
Shut̶ ̷u̵p ́al̢r̷e̸ady.͏
The shadow in the corner of his eye was convulsing, it’s “face” mix of disgust and barely contained fury. Crawling up to him slowly, it hissed and crackled like fire and it’s glare felt worse than Turahk’s. Bedrock did his best not to stare directly at it.
Le̸a̴ve̸ th̛e̴ thi͘ef͝ ̢a̛n̨d ̕ŕun, the phantom whispered as it crept onto the chariot and it’s claws clicked against the metal. Sav͡e͟ ͞y͏o͏ur͝self ̸from̕ ̸t͝h̷e ́boréd͡om̷̵ ̸́͡of̸ h̀a̵͠v͠į҉n̷̢g͞ ̕to ̴n̢a̕ņn̡y͏ t͡h̸a͝t̨͟͢ ̸̵̸͢f̢͘ì̵̛̕l̨̛t̶̢͢͞h̶̷́͟y͢͞ ͟i̡ǹ̕͢͠f́̕e̢̡͘r̵҉͠͏i͢͏̵ơ͝ŕ̨͘͞͞.̀͟
Sighing and standing up, the Toa of Earth left the Baranus Chariot and it’s Spikit-mount, Kaksos, to see how Salas was doing. Having stopped at the ruins of the cave she had made her home in hopes of finding a spare Kanohi that wasn’t destroyed in the rubble, they discovered that it was dug open and the bruiser inside was gone. Along with half of the loot inside, much to Salas’ chagrin.
Nearing the cave mouth, he almost bumped into her as she exited, making her jump slightly. She had already destroyed her armor and donned a new one as a disguise, it being gunmetal grey instead of green and yellow.
“Found anything?” Bedrock asked. The Glatorian shrugged, holding a large bag.
“Well, nothing for me,” she answered, opening the bag and pulling out a Kanohi. “But I did find some faceplates for you that looked relatively intact.” Bedrock raised his brow and snorted.
“A Great Huna,” he mused, taking the mask in his hand. “Would have come in handy about a month ago...”
“That’s invisibility, right?”
“Yeah,” Bedrock answered, inspecting the mask. Dirty and slightly dented but appeared functional. “Turns the user completely invisible save for his shadow. Would have chosen it, but didn’t want to use telekinesis to grab something in half-thought and raise an alarm, and they didn’t have Matatu’s in stock. No clue why.”
“Hey, speaking of mind powers,” Salas said, pulling out another mask. “I think this is a Matatu? Saw a guy lift up boxes with it.” Bedrock stared at the mask, which looked more like a helmet.
“Where did you get that?” He asked, pointing at the Kanohi Garai, Great Mask of Gravity. It’s giant, protruding cheeks were missing, although they were clearly flied off by a professional mask-maker - meaning it’s user was wealthy enough to order custom made Kanohi.
“Uh, stole it from a caravan guard,” she answered as Bedrock took the mask from her hand, dropping the Huna. “One of those tall, girly black things. You know, the ones with those weird pecs and you can’t tell if they’re man or woman?”
While listening Salas’ explanation, Bedrock inspected the mask. It was in mint condition, and judging from the weight and sound it made, it was Protosteel. And she stole it.
He chuckled, looking up to meet Salas’ eyes. “Girl, you robbed a Vortixx with a Mask of Gravity,” he said. “If they saw your hands around the mask of the bloke you took this from, they would have either broken your neck with one hand or compress your body to the point it would collapse in on itself.”
Salas didn’t know what to say, although given the frequency of new things she’s learned, it didn’t really surprised her anymore.
“Just how many powers do these things have, again?” She asked, as Bedrock left to the vehicle and she picked up the Huna he dropped.
“You’d be surprised,” Bedrock shouted back with mirth in his voice. “Not as many as you think!”
Returning to the cart, he pulled off the Mask of Rebounding, chugged it haphazardly on the chariot and clicked the Garai on his head. It was cold, obviously, but a welcome change in terms of mask powers. And a face.
Unbeknownst to him, a figure was watching him from the shadows...
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