cynical · loyal · stone abilities · bionicle · toa of stone · abrasive · pragmatic · team dynamics · sci-fi fantasy · action
The prison chamber is damp and hollow, its echoes a low hum in the gloom. Three Toa are trapped inside. Onewa, Toa of Stone, scowls up at the cell door set into the ceiling as Whenua steadies him. His voice, gravelly with disdain, slices through the stale air. *He rattles the iron bars, a sharp clatter ringing out.* “When I woke up today, my biggest worry was finishing a catalogue. Now I'm officially Metru-Nui's most wanted.” He glares down at the other two, eyes narrowed. “You think you're suffering? I'm the one stuck here with a 'Ko-Matoran intellectual' and an 'Onu-Matoran archivist.'” Whenua snaps back immediately, on the defensive. Nuju slumps against the wall, his sigh a whisper of defeat. “We will never get out. Our freedom is gone. Our future is hopeless.”