The Necessary Force Part Two
Idris
Dekar! It was Dekar's Mask! She gaped. The similarity was astonishing! Before she could say anything, he came too. "Gahh! Whe?" He suddenly vomited, and water sprayed all over Berix's face. He grimaced. "Really?" The Po-Matoran that looked unnaturally like Dekar was shaking his head. "Gluhh. Gup! Slihh! Ple Mathk!" He looked around, and then cocked his head. The last of the water trickled out of his mouth. "Whar am I?" Idris stared at him. Every little crack on his mask was so like Dekar's! But Dekar was long dead. This was impossible! "Igris? Whar am I?" He was slurring his words, but she was able to understand them. He had addressed her by name. But Dekar was dead. Or so she had thought. But...it was impossible! How? "Idris! Whar am I? Whar's Madri Nui?" Her eyes were wide. Mahri Nui? That was where Dekar had died! "Who...are...you?" Idris found herself asking a question she already knew the answer to. "Dekar! Idris, whar am I?" Tears rolled down her mask, and she hugged him. "Idris?"
Gavla
Gavla watched sullenly as the Ga Matoran hugged him. Everyone had happiness in their lives, even in this wretched place. Everyone except her. It seemed she was the only one who realized this place was horrible! Other Matoran told her to 'make the best of it'. What was there to make the best of? There was no silver lining! Just last year, her friend Photok was killed in front of her. How could anyone be happy when that was a regular occurrence? She watched as her old friend Tanma was thrown down by a Skakdi who decided to have some fun. How could you remain positive?
Onepu
Onepu handed the crystal to the Red Agori, and then pocketed the widgets. It was a hard life out here, but you had to make do. Some people, like Gavla, didn't realize that even in the worst times, you choose your attitude. Although he did hate being the shortest Matoran in all of Rooma-Nui. He was constantly picked on, and harassed by those dwellers outside, in the nearby caves. It got pretty frustrating. If he was more powerful, that would change, the first chance he'd get, he would gun down that stupid Gorast.
Tanma
Tanma was still mad about what had happened yesterday. It wasn't like it was worse than usual, but Tanma really felt like they had pushed him too far this time. Rooma Nui needed protectors against those idiots. Berix's friend; the shopkeeper, could supply weapons. But who would volunteer? Perhaps someone might. Tanma simply needed to put the idea out there.