02-28-2017, 01:02 AM
The Novan whispered expletives at himself, in his own tongue, as his hands slipped his helm off. Hydraulic pistons relaxed into the collar as the locks came loose, angled eyes staring at the strange alien before him in unusual armor. He could swear that it appeared to be see-through at places, perhaps some sort of camouflage technology yet undiscovered by his own people.
Janna strode calmly up to her partner’s side, raising an eyebrow first at him, then at the Bionicle. “What? What were you expecting?”
“Shield-bearer, a foot man of the Novan army.” Ratione gestured towards the other prime’s weapons with the hand that held his helm. “He appeared one from a distance. I was mistaken.”
Janna rubbed her index and middle fingers into her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. “Yeah. Awesome. Totally worth the detour, amirite?” The yordle continued her sarcastic tirade even as she moved past the two, investigating the debris around them. The old man watched with a slight wince as some of her words were directed at him.
“As for your question, yes, I thought you were one of my own kind.” Ratione turned back to the alien. “I... guess I still assisted you then.” He extended his left hand, “I am Ratione. Novan Furtumin, of the 33rd Ropium Battalion. What world are you from?”
“...World?” Kopaka failed to return the gesture, binocular eyes extending and retracting as they studied the soldier. “You mean, like another planet?”
“Erm, yes.” Ratione’s took a step back as his personal space was invaded by the strange armor. “What is your name?”
“Kopaka. I am from Artakha. I am a Toa who serves Mata Nui.” After examining his power armor, the prime looked back up to Ratione’s eyes. The Novan turned away from the contact. “What is Novan? Furtumin? Ropium? Any of what you speak.”
The Furtumin stiffened up a bit, standing as if at attention to inform the alien, clearing his throat with a deep cough. “We are the Novan Empire. We seek to bring order and peace to the galaxy. We take on the responsibility of preventing major conflicts such as wars or other large-scale violence.” He put a hand on his chest, “I served in the Fifty Years War against the Sar-khun.”
“I don’t have a clue about any of this.” Kopaka’s response was instant, eliciting a jolt from the Novan. “And your ‘Empire’ sounds like it needs to get over itself.”
This comment provoked a furrowed brow and grit teeth from Ratione, both swelling with pride as much as shame. Well, you’re not wrong.
“You’re lucky, lumpy.” Janna made herself known once more, dragging along a crate full of tiny flat pieces of metal. “This stuff might sell for a bit in the Deep.”
Janna strode calmly up to her partner’s side, raising an eyebrow first at him, then at the Bionicle. “What? What were you expecting?”
“Shield-bearer, a foot man of the Novan army.” Ratione gestured towards the other prime’s weapons with the hand that held his helm. “He appeared one from a distance. I was mistaken.”
Janna rubbed her index and middle fingers into her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. “Yeah. Awesome. Totally worth the detour, amirite?” The yordle continued her sarcastic tirade even as she moved past the two, investigating the debris around them. The old man watched with a slight wince as some of her words were directed at him.
“As for your question, yes, I thought you were one of my own kind.” Ratione turned back to the alien. “I... guess I still assisted you then.” He extended his left hand, “I am Ratione. Novan Furtumin, of the 33rd Ropium Battalion. What world are you from?”
“...World?” Kopaka failed to return the gesture, binocular eyes extending and retracting as they studied the soldier. “You mean, like another planet?”
“Erm, yes.” Ratione’s took a step back as his personal space was invaded by the strange armor. “What is your name?”
“Kopaka. I am from Artakha. I am a Toa who serves Mata Nui.” After examining his power armor, the prime looked back up to Ratione’s eyes. The Novan turned away from the contact. “What is Novan? Furtumin? Ropium? Any of what you speak.”
The Furtumin stiffened up a bit, standing as if at attention to inform the alien, clearing his throat with a deep cough. “We are the Novan Empire. We seek to bring order and peace to the galaxy. We take on the responsibility of preventing major conflicts such as wars or other large-scale violence.” He put a hand on his chest, “I served in the Fifty Years War against the Sar-khun.”
“I don’t have a clue about any of this.” Kopaka’s response was instant, eliciting a jolt from the Novan. “And your ‘Empire’ sounds like it needs to get over itself.”
This comment provoked a furrowed brow and grit teeth from Ratione, both swelling with pride as much as shame. Well, you’re not wrong.
“You’re lucky, lumpy.” Janna made herself known once more, dragging along a crate full of tiny flat pieces of metal. “This stuff might sell for a bit in the Deep.”
"Our fear is our weapon."