02-24-2016, 12:04 AM
Kopaka landed on the sterile, plastic floor of the nexus with a growl. Immediately he was aware of the familiar weight of his sword and shield strapped to his back. Reaching into himself, Kopaka could feel the thrumming power of Ice coursing through his body. He was once again a proper Toa, and in being so, it was time to tend to his Duty.
The Fountain loomed large behind him, glistening in all of its frozen glory. Kopaka walked up to the reflective surface, running a metallic hand along the damp firmness of the glacial monument. The biomech caught a glimpse of his mask in the ice as he did so. The corrosion, whatever it was, had become even worse since the last time he had checked. It was curious that the grey rust did not manifest anywhere else on his chassis. What exactly did it indicate?
Kopaka was drawn from his reverie by a smug sounding chuckle from behind him. The Toa turned around to see a pair of storm troopers leaning against a pair of EPD swoops, idly talking to themselves.
"What." Kopaka seethed, curling his fists into tight balls. This only encouraged the troopers to burst into yet another peal of mocking laughter. Eventually they were able to compose themselves enough to answer.
"Fuckin' Kopaka. Most worthless Prime in Coruscant."
"Yeah dude. You are literally the only Prime to ever wash out of EPD recruiting. It's supposed to be a goddamn shoe-in for your kind." the troopers chided. Kopaka turned on his heel, and approached them with a steady gaite.
"What do you mean...'washed out?'"
"Means Brath gave up on you man. You had Valentine in the bag and you just ditched the stake out, just like you ditched the Colosseum. Worst kind of coward there is." said the trooper on the left. Kopaka's eyes widened ever so slightly. So...time had indeed passed since Teucer abducted him into slavery. Then the Spirit had rendered the Toa's failure complete. There was no sense in trying to defend himself against these EPD officers. They wouldn't care. Why should they? All Kopaka had managed to do so far in the Omniverse was fail repeatedly.
Without saying a word, the Toa turned on his heel and began to walk in an aimless direction. What now? Where did his Destiny lie? He continued to feel a pull towards serving the people of Coruscant. Was there a way to salvage the situation? A way to go above and beyond the depth of his inequities?
The mouse.
Kopaka stopped in his tracks. Mickey Mouse. The Prime still hadn't been killed by his hands...and thanks to the Spirit, he might never be. However...there was more than one Mouse wanted by the Empire. Calling up his Dataverse client, Kopaka began to pour through all content relevant to either of the diminutive convicts. There. On the service called 'OmniTwitter'. Minnie Mouse had publicly posted her location as being in Ambrosia. The messages had been submitted quite some time ago, but it would be a good place to start.
Once again changing direction, the frost warrior wheeled towards the gate for th Tangled Green, with grim determination in his stride. All the laughter...all the derision. It could all be dispelled if Kopaka played this right. He could still serve his Duty. He might still meet his Destiny. The goal was simple. Simple enough to give his undulating pangs of rage focus.
Banish Minnie Mouse.
The Fountain loomed large behind him, glistening in all of its frozen glory. Kopaka walked up to the reflective surface, running a metallic hand along the damp firmness of the glacial monument. The biomech caught a glimpse of his mask in the ice as he did so. The corrosion, whatever it was, had become even worse since the last time he had checked. It was curious that the grey rust did not manifest anywhere else on his chassis. What exactly did it indicate?
Kopaka was drawn from his reverie by a smug sounding chuckle from behind him. The Toa turned around to see a pair of storm troopers leaning against a pair of EPD swoops, idly talking to themselves.
"What." Kopaka seethed, curling his fists into tight balls. This only encouraged the troopers to burst into yet another peal of mocking laughter. Eventually they were able to compose themselves enough to answer.
"Fuckin' Kopaka. Most worthless Prime in Coruscant."
"Yeah dude. You are literally the only Prime to ever wash out of EPD recruiting. It's supposed to be a goddamn shoe-in for your kind." the troopers chided. Kopaka turned on his heel, and approached them with a steady gaite.
"What do you mean...'washed out?'"
"Means Brath gave up on you man. You had Valentine in the bag and you just ditched the stake out, just like you ditched the Colosseum. Worst kind of coward there is." said the trooper on the left. Kopaka's eyes widened ever so slightly. So...time had indeed passed since Teucer abducted him into slavery. Then the Spirit had rendered the Toa's failure complete. There was no sense in trying to defend himself against these EPD officers. They wouldn't care. Why should they? All Kopaka had managed to do so far in the Omniverse was fail repeatedly.
Without saying a word, the Toa turned on his heel and began to walk in an aimless direction. What now? Where did his Destiny lie? He continued to feel a pull towards serving the people of Coruscant. Was there a way to salvage the situation? A way to go above and beyond the depth of his inequities?
The mouse.
Kopaka stopped in his tracks. Mickey Mouse. The Prime still hadn't been killed by his hands...and thanks to the Spirit, he might never be. However...there was more than one Mouse wanted by the Empire. Calling up his Dataverse client, Kopaka began to pour through all content relevant to either of the diminutive convicts. There. On the service called 'OmniTwitter'. Minnie Mouse had publicly posted her location as being in Ambrosia. The messages had been submitted quite some time ago, but it would be a good place to start.
Once again changing direction, the frost warrior wheeled towards the gate for th Tangled Green, with grim determination in his stride. All the laughter...all the derision. It could all be dispelled if Kopaka played this right. He could still serve his Duty. He might still meet his Destiny. The goal was simple. Simple enough to give his undulating pangs of rage focus.
Banish Minnie Mouse.
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