04-08-2016, 09:45 PM
It had been days since Kopaka had started staking out the gate to the Nexus from the Tangled Green, and not a single Prime had passed through. Patience was one of Kopaka's greatest assets, but at some point, one simply had to admit that sitting around wasn't going to resolve the problem. As such, Kopaka had picked his way through the underbrush between his campsite and the swirlin vortev and reemerged back into the soothing white eternity of the Nexus.
The Toa was aware that many found the blank canvas of the Nexus to be disconcerting, but it reminded Kopaka of a field of fresh-fallen snow against a mid-morning sky. An enveloping sheet of perfection, begging to have a catalogue of footsteps etched into it. As Kopaka walked, his protosteel feet clapping loudly on the enamel ground, he pondered on what his next move might be. His aimless geas had seen him turn subconsciously towards the gate to the Endless Dunes, and the Toa of Ice didn't really have any reason to argue against the tug he felt in that direction.
When logic and tactics failed to resolve a situation, it was the way of the Toa to fall back on spirit and intuition. Destiny was a fickle force of the universe, and trying to justify the tides of fate was often a vain pursuit. Or...perhaps it was just that Kopaka was desperate to take action, afraid that remaining idle would see him fade into a complacent stupor.
No...it could not be allowed to happen. So in spite of better judgement, Kopaka maintained his course for the Dunes. Perhaps Minnie did not lie in this direction, but surely Mickey himself had been freed from Teucer's Prison by now, at least if rantings on the Dataverse were anything to go by. Each step felt the tug of urgency strengthen, and Kopaka honestly had to resist the urge to start jogging, sprinting even, towards the dusty gate.
If he could just dispatch one of the Empire's most hated enemies, if he could just prove himself, Lieutenant Brath and the EPD would surely reconsider their refusal for the Toa's assistance. Only time would tell, but either way, action was required first...
The Toa was aware that many found the blank canvas of the Nexus to be disconcerting, but it reminded Kopaka of a field of fresh-fallen snow against a mid-morning sky. An enveloping sheet of perfection, begging to have a catalogue of footsteps etched into it. As Kopaka walked, his protosteel feet clapping loudly on the enamel ground, he pondered on what his next move might be. His aimless geas had seen him turn subconsciously towards the gate to the Endless Dunes, and the Toa of Ice didn't really have any reason to argue against the tug he felt in that direction.
When logic and tactics failed to resolve a situation, it was the way of the Toa to fall back on spirit and intuition. Destiny was a fickle force of the universe, and trying to justify the tides of fate was often a vain pursuit. Or...perhaps it was just that Kopaka was desperate to take action, afraid that remaining idle would see him fade into a complacent stupor.
No...it could not be allowed to happen. So in spite of better judgement, Kopaka maintained his course for the Dunes. Perhaps Minnie did not lie in this direction, but surely Mickey himself had been freed from Teucer's Prison by now, at least if rantings on the Dataverse were anything to go by. Each step felt the tug of urgency strengthen, and Kopaka honestly had to resist the urge to start jogging, sprinting even, towards the dusty gate.
If he could just dispatch one of the Empire's most hated enemies, if he could just prove himself, Lieutenant Brath and the EPD would surely reconsider their refusal for the Toa's assistance. Only time would tell, but either way, action was required first...
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