Lewa groaned, trying to roll onto his side on the small berth. He was rewarded with smacking his head into a shelf, a loud metallic thunk rining through the cramped space as his mask made contact. He cursed under his breath, flopping back over and smacking his elbow on the opposite wall, which dominoed into an increasingly flustered scramble as he tried to get up in the small space. Even someone standing outside could hear the racket he was making.
His head was pounding worse than before when he finally managed to get into a sitting position on the bed. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the bright glow of a lightstone, sitting next to his swords. Lewa leapt up to grab them and felt the fabric pulling around him, snagging on his armor. How did his swords get over there? Where was he? What in Mata Nui was this thing he was covered in? He started pulling at the garmet with evident confusion, trying to figure out how to get it off.
"Mata Nui, what is going on?"
II. STATION RED
Well, have lightstone, will explore. Lewa happily left the small room behind him, wandering the halls. Originally he had sort of thought he was still in Metru Nui, but this place managed to be even more dark and depressing than the ruined city. Not to mention he hadn't seen any of his fellow toa around. He glanced up at the monitors uncertainly, wondering what they were for.
The bright glowing crystal in his hand cast a strong light around him, it's glow would be easy to see in the gloom by anyone walking near.
III. THE BAR
Lewa eventually stumbled on the bar, and was disappointed to find not a single matoran or toa, or any other type of creature he recognized. Whatever these things were, they looked very fragile. They weren't even wearing armor! Even with other people milling about, he still had not found his teammates.
He walked up to the nearest person, silently hoping they would be able to answer him.
"Greetings, friend. Any slight-chance you've spotted other toa-heroes like me in this dark-place?"
Lewa | OTA (will match format)
Lewa groaned, trying to roll onto his side on the small berth. He was rewarded with smacking his head into a shelf, a loud metallic thunk rining through the cramped space as his mask made contact. He cursed under his breath, flopping back over and smacking his elbow on the opposite wall, which dominoed into an increasingly flustered scramble as he tried to get up in the small space. Even someone standing outside could hear the racket he was making.
His head was pounding worse than before when he finally managed to get into a sitting position on the bed. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the bright glow of a lightstone, sitting next to his swords. Lewa leapt up to grab them and felt the fabric pulling around him, snagging on his armor. How did his swords get over there? Where was he? What in Mata Nui was this thing he was covered in? He started pulling at the garmet with evident confusion, trying to figure out how to get it off.
"Mata Nui, what is going on?"
II. STATION RED
Well, have lightstone, will explore. Lewa happily left the small room behind him, wandering the halls. Originally he had sort of thought he was still in Metru Nui, but this place managed to be even more dark and depressing than the ruined city. Not to mention he hadn't seen any of his fellow toa around. He glanced up at the monitors uncertainly, wondering what they were for.
The bright glowing crystal in his hand cast a strong light around him, it's glow would be easy to see in the gloom by anyone walking near.
III. THE BAR
Lewa eventually stumbled on the bar, and was disappointed to find not a single matoran or toa, or any other type of creature he recognized. Whatever these things were, they looked very fragile. They weren't even wearing armor! Even with other people milling about, he still had not found his teammates.
He walked up to the nearest person, silently hoping they would be able to answer him.
"Greetings, friend. Any slight-chance you've spotted other toa-heroes like me in this dark-place?"