Wheua Mīti [Dark Data]

[Skeletor]

Skeletor grimaced as the Toa of Ice began to proceed across the tundra. He seemed to have underestimated the severity of the environment. Even with the sun shining clear and bright the snow clung to his legs, chilling muscle and bone. There would be no way he could travel, let alone fight in conditions like this.

For the moment, Kopaka was showing off his affinity to the surroundings by blazing a path, but Skeletor knew that he could not rely on the Bionicle’s altruism for a long-term solution. Instead of following the Toa of ice, Skeletor focused, concentrating his Omnilium into a concrete form in front of him. Kopaka, true to his nature did not wait, continuing away from the gate in a seemingly random direction. By the time Skeletor had finished his summoning, the white metal of the Toa of Ice was completely invisible in the glare of the sunlight snow.

With a sneer of frustration, Skeletor hopped up onto the back of Panthor, the newly revived cat squinting confusedly in the brightness of its surroundings. Reaching into the saddlebag, Skeletor pulled out the new cloak he had specifically summoned to complement the environment. The new garment was a much thicker wool, an off-white fur trim lining the edges and creating a sort of mantle about his shoulders.

Feeling somewhat better, Skeletor scanned the horizon. His illusory face squinted as it mimicked his scrutinizing gaze. Snow… It was all just endless rolling hills of snow! What a useless place this was, hardly better than the Nexus they had just left behind. Off in the distance he could see snow-covered forests, and the peaks of mountains, but they seemed immensely far away. Just how wild a goose chase are we on with these gates? Skeletor wondered, glancing down at the gauntlet affixed to his forearm. He would worry about it later he decided, and spurred Panthor onward, following the path Kopaka had left when flaunting his elemental powers.

The Toa of Ice had noticed Skeletor’s absence and had ceased his trailblazing by the time Panthor caught up, the massive cat bounding through the snow in a series of easy leaps. It did not make for the most relaxing of travel on Skeletor’s part, but it was much the preferred course of action. Kopaka’s sensors spiraled as he examined the immense purple feline, but he did not stop his travel, nor did he say anything to Skeletor’s delay. For his part, Skeletor was feeling somewhat fatigued by such an intense summoning, and although the resurrection sickness was ebbing away, he still felt he was operating below his normal abilities, even here in the Omniverse. Content to take a respite, Skeletor allowed himself to drop into a sort of trance, as the Toa and the panther swallowed miles and miles of snow.