Akhmou waited for a moment then frowned. "Um, Malum? Who is it that's supposed to see me?"
A new figure app
Wait.
The conman rolled his eyes. "Maaalum? Come on! Why did you tell me something then?"
A few moments passed. Nothing happened.
Go f***ing figure.
LOBO!
…
GET THE F*** OVER HERE, YOU LAZY JERKASS!
WHAT WHATS WRONG
It's your turn.
UM NO IT ISNT YOU TOLD ME I HAD TO WAIT
And now you don't! Get in the scene!
REALLY I CAN
Yes. Go. Before I make you enter the story.
HAHAHA YOU WOULDNT. AAW THANKS FOR YOUR HELP CHRONICLER
Urk… Lobo! Get off of me!
WHATS WRONG YOU TOO MUCH OF A PANSY TO APPRECIATE A GOOD HUG HMM
No. You're hurting me.
STARFIRE DOESNT
She's not real- neither are you, for that matter. And her name's not Starfire yet.
UHH NO ITS STARFIRE NOT THAT FRAGGING STUPID NAME YOU GAVE HER. TANIKA REALLY HAHAHA
Get fhe f*** in the buck.
THE WHAT
The book! GO!
NO WAIT I HAVENT EVEN
Akhmou sighed and tapped his robotic fingers on the table. If the Glatorian intended him to wait, he was doing a really good job-
HELLO BASTICH Lobo said.
(Quieter. You don't want to scare him.)
UMM like this also not using the chronicler thing
(I need to direct you in a clearer way. Punctuate.)
umm like this? wow, that makes things so much easier. thanks, bastich.
(You're… welcome. Now add capitalization and stop abusing the bold tool, and you should be fine!)
i… I dunno, bastich. Is this really a good idea? I mean, what if those frags laugh at me for my classy spelling-
(F*** this. Just TALK.)
"Um… hello," Akhmou said. "Who are you?"
"I already told you, I'm Lobo," Lobo said. (No, you didn't. He can't see through his lines.)
"What? Really? I thought he could?"
The Matoran frowned. "Malum said you had to talk to me?"
"Yeah," he said. "Just a minute." What's up with that, dude?
(Jesus Christ. That won't work. Speak to me like this.)
Really? (This is fragging dumb…)
(It keeps the continuity of the story, more or less. There are times when I put on the Chronicler persona, but that's pretty much it.)
Can't I speak like this, bastich?
Kinda hard to distinguish between prose and asides, the Chronicler remarked. Lobo frowned and said that was also pretty fragging stupid. (Author-speak doesn't allow for that.)
(For what?)
(Your own quirks. The author is supposed to remain neutral. No self-inserts.)
(Okay, fine. Anything else I need to learn?)
(Uh… No. You're good. :))
(Is that an emoticon?)
(Yeah. No dialogue tags. Talk to the f***ing Matoran, you douche.)
Akhmou looked at the man, now a little bit scared.
Lobo winced and smiled. "I'm… Lobo, space bounty hunter extraordinaire" he said (smoothly. Don't be so static.)
"Well…" The conman held up a fist. "I'm Akhmou. Ex-conman shadow servant inferiordinaire… is that even a word?"
Lobo frowned and returned it. "I don't… think so." (It isn't right?)
The Chronicler said it was not. (Oh, c'mon. Actually talk to me.)
He also added that Lobo should stick with the script.
"Okay!" Akhmou smiled. "So, why're you here?"
"I… have a contract," Lobo said. He froze then put a hand on the Matoran's mask. "With you guys! Yeah!"
"Really?"
"Yeah." The hunter (Czarnian.) (Oh, now you tell me) took a seat beside his new acquaintance, staring at the Glatorian inquisitively. "What's up with him?" (What's up with him?)
"He's kind of… sleepy." Akhmou yawned. "And I guess I kind of am as well."
"Righto," Lobo chirped. "Before you guys do, though, I should probably outline the terms…" He pulled a portfolio out of his leather-spiked backpack and laid it out flat, allowing the two to speak. (I didn't know I had that.)
(:/)
(Um, bastich? When did I get that?)
Author guy?
…
Frag this.
Malum awoke, eyes partly closed but still awake. "What's up, guys?"
"Lobo. Space bounty hunter extraordinaire," Akhmou recalled. "You send for him?"
"Yeah, I think so. What's the contract, again?"
The Czarnian set aside some photos and a form. "It's for finding Lewa."
The Glatorian perked. "Oh, right! That was me."
"But WHY?"
He shrugged. "I was worried about the humans and the police. Lobo here is going to help us retrieve him without breaking sweat."
The hunter smiled. "Yup, that's what I'm here for! Count on me, guys. Those bastiches who did that to your friend ain't gonna be fragging around any longer."
Both winced. (That normal? No?)
"Okay, here's the plan," Lobo said as he indicated the photos. "Lewa seems to have appeared somewhere near Jump City; my guess is the water. Everyone ends up there. He must've gotten out, obviously, but that is where he started.
He's still hangin' around Jump, doin' his whole hero shtick. Probably will for about a week before he burns out or is killed." Akhmou gaped. "Sorry, kid. Them's the breaks. (It's not terribly true, though… everyone seems to come back sooner or later. Also, don't I have an accent?)
(For the sake of our sanity, no.)
(But that Blues Brothers guy got one!)
(Because… he needed it. You don't. F*** off.)
"That, of course, gives us a week to head out there and find him."
"Great," Malum said. "How will we get there?"
Lobo smiled. "Easy. We take my magic space dolphin and we should be there no time flat."
Akhmou gaped. "Space… dolphin?"
"Yeah! She's out back! Hey, bastich!" he called.
A dolphin, surprisingly enough, chirped back.
"I also got the Space Hog, if you losers wanna take that. If you want the action, though… you take Shirley. She'll love it."
"Shirley?" Malum groaned, curtains of his eyelids threatening to close on the play that was this story. "You're joking."
"I'm not. And don't call me Shirley."
(That's NOT how the joke WORKS!)
(Really? … How?)
('Surely you jest.' 'I am, and don't call me Shirley'. Never name the object of your joke the f***ing PUNCHLINE.)
('Kay, whatever. Shirley spits in your face.)
(Whee. Unknown genetic material from another planet. This is fun!)
"Can we actually… ride it?"
Lobo smiled. "Her. And yeah. We should probably go; drink down your ale, bastiches."
"Stop calling us that!" (Actually don't. It's nice and funny… unlike the rest of you, that is.)
The two quickly chugged it down, Lobo stealing some to throw on another patron's face. The bargoers, who were at this time singing merrily in the centre of the room, gasped, turned to the hunter, and charged for his face. Lobo sighed and swung at them with his hook, impaling them in one clean strike.
(Thanks for cutting that down, douchef***. It seemed interesting. Nice job with the hook, though… bit gruesome, eh?)
(It would've dragged.)
(Hmm… nah. I could've made it work.)
(You're a brony, aren't you?)
(F***ing mind reader. GET OUT OF THE BAR!)
He groaned, tipped the bartender, stepped over the entrails and went out of the bar- plink- took the by now sleeping Akhmou and Malum in his arms, loaded them onto Shirley, and took a seat on the Space Hog. As he turned on the ignition, and let the vehicle reach for the stars, Lobo grinned. It was time for things to get real.
That felt kind of weak.
IM MAKIN FRAG HAPPEN BASTICH
Yeah. Suuure. In my eyes you're just padding.
SAYS THE GUY WHO KEPT USELESS STORIES GOING ON FOR 5 TO 10 PAGES
F*** you!
Tro'gaar whirled around to face the group, complete insanity written on his face. For a moment, he stayed still, twitching and jerking sending droplets of water everywhere; then, he laughed maniacally and walked towards them. Beast Boy, Raven and Lewa were directly in his path, darkening under the growing shadow, and the male visibly cowered a bit (Raven did not respond.) Extending the claws on his left hand farther than he had before, he chuckled before darkly whispering, "It is over. It is time to die." The silver protrusions dug into Raven's jewel, threatening to rip it off-
FWIPFWIPFWIIIIIIIIIIIP
"UHN!"
A brilliant blue-white flash had suddenly appeared, flying through the air and connecting with his back. Extreme pain overwhelmed Tro'gaar, insides churning faster than ever. He felt weak- was he going to die? No- no, he could not! That one Private who the rutan'gah had killed was killed by her alone- and six people had defeated him! It was not fair- not fair at all- he wasn't going to go down- it was embarrassing-
WHUMP.
Down Tro'gaar went, collapsing to his knees before falling flat on his face. Robin, Tanika, and the attacked looked on in awe. Directly behind the Gordanian, a tiny wisp of smoke filtered into the sky- behind that, a gun, held aloft by an eagerly smiling robotic male. Cyborg. So he had managed to rewire it after all. As the gun powered down, fading from neon blue to cerulean, Cyborg chuckled and pumped his fist.
"All right," he said, "I'm only gonna say this once." Another celebration shot was fired into the sky, and he grinned. "BOOYAH!"
The sound of clapping reverberated through the room, each superhero thrilled that the invasion had been stopped. As it died down, Flash managing to get in an "We rock!" before being shut up, Superman coughed and took to a podium.
"All right, all right, settle down," he said.
"But we are settled," Hawkgirl replied concernedly.
Superman frowned. "I know." He coughed again, turning on a projector that displayed a video feed of the Stormfront's destruction. "As you're all aware, the Gordanian invasion was only just stopped a few hours ago."
Flash hooted and was tied up in Wonder Woman's lasso.
"Was quite the team effort not to put ourselves into the ring, but I think we can all recognize that there were a few displays of teamwork that stood out. For one, I have to commend Martian Manhunter and his niece, Miss Martian for their work in uncovering this mystery. I don't think things would have worked out too well if we'd gone in unknowing."
Everyone clapped and cheered, Manhunter smiling and bowing. "It was my pleasure. This was one of the few times when it was important to be prepared for any situation."
"Woo! Go J'onn!"
"Wally!"
"No, he is right. I think this is deserved," Manhunter said. "You must realize it is not often that I am able to get out of the Watchtower and work."
More clapping. Superman smiled as the feed showed a breaking news report on the event. "Second…" He froze and winced. "Well, I don't think anyone is going to be happy about this at all."
The League looked at him curiously.
"He's… been in the spotlight a bit too much as of late."
Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow. "I would not think we would chastise him for that. It is nice for everyone to get publicity."
"Yeah, Diana, I know… but… see…" For a moment he stood there, eyes glassy and glazed. Then he slammed his head on the podium and sighed.
"It's Batman."
The room was uncharacteristically silent now. Batman took to the stage and glared at his audience. Then he turned to Superman and glared harder. "Why me?"
"Well… Batman, though it may not seem so, played a huge part as well. The leader of the group that infiltrated the Gordanian ship was Robin- hard to believe, I know- and being Bruce's sidekick he had enough star power to get everyone to evacuate the city."
Flash grinned. "I love you, Batman!"
Bruce sighed. "I… love you too. Look… Clark… this is… nice and all, but… don't you agree that I don't need another award?"
"It's not an award. Just a show of credit from the team."
"But… is it necessary? Haven't I been loved on too much?"
The report switched to images of the fight at the Johns Video. Clark smiled reassuringly. "Well… we figured you'd been having a rough patch, what with losing a sidekick and all, so… if it makes you feel any better, I'm not actually the one kowtowing to you. That was Aquaman's idea." Said hero waved.
"Thanks, then. I hope we can do great things in the future."
"Hey, don't you have another Robin in the woodworks?" Hawkgirl asked. "How's he coming along?"
Bruce frowned. "Well, he's doing great…"
The three men stood alone in the street, plotting. A shadow watched them from the distance; suddenly, it struck.
"Hah! Hyaah! Hoaah!"
With three quick punches, the men were brought down. Standing to its full height, the figure sneered. "Stop right there, criminal scum!"
"Sir…"
"Penguin may have been able to keep the codes away from me, but he downright quacked it up giving them to you!"
"Master Todd."
"Not now!" Master Todd smiled. "You mean you didn't know? Hah! I downright pity you. Gotham shouldn't have to deal with your messes." A small piece of metal was brought up. "Take this!"
SMASH!
"Jason!"
As the remains of the criminals fell to the floor, Jason/Master Todd looked at his handiwork, gazed back, and grinned. "How'd I…"
"I do not think Master Bruce will be very happy with this, Master Todd."
Jason Todd turned back to the broken pieces of Bruce Wayne's priceless Chinese vase and chuckled sheepishly. "Oh. Um… I can fix that."
"Really, really great," he finished. Jason had been severely punished for that (by cleaning the Batcave, of course.)
Superman beamed. "Well, we're really happy to hear that. What about Dick?"
The news report showed the remains of the ship in the bay. "It's quite clear that the Gordanians will never threaten our emerald Earth again. With that said," the reporter commented, "we needed to talk to the intrepid leader of this victory: Robin!"
Everyone paled.
"Um… uh… it was nothing too major, I guess. Just went with instincts and what I knew. Should really be crediting these other guys over here." Robin gestured to the other heroes.
"That's quite the impressive lineup. How does it feel knowing you worked with a member of the Doom Patrol and a highly-ranked scientist at STAR Labs, not to mention some aliens?"
"Pretty… good? Dunno. It's kinda hard to quantify, what with the weirdness of it and all. To be honest, it kinda felt like I was working with… Batman and Batgirl… again."
Batman's eyes widened.
"How do you think he would react to this?"
"Well…" Robin sighed. "For starters, he'd be pretty mad at me for attempting something so dangerous on my own. And I can't say he's not right. But… he'd also be proud. Proud of me for pulling it off without his help, with a sudden onset and scarce resources. Proud of me for getting people's admiration for once. Most important, though… he'd be proud of me for standing up. For doing what is right and helping those who need it. It's kind of what we do."
He looked straight into the camera and narrowed his eyebrows. "Batman, if you're watching this, and I'm pretty sure you are, I just wanted to say… I'm sorry. And thanks. It felt really nice to do something like this on my own, and I know I did it while exploiting you. You may not find it in your heart to forgive me, and that's okay, because I'm not really sure I will either. Just know that I'm doing fine, all things considered. I'll be perfectly fine."
The League gave a standing ovation, Batman smiling and taking the rare moment to cry. Green Lantern patted him on the back, and Wonder Woman gave him a great big hug. Superman tried to fistbump him, but failed dramatically and caused everyone to laugh. Then they sat down again.
"Amazing. I seem to remember there being two others, though… What of Bionicle? And the girl… Firestar?"
Robin smiled. "They're… kind of busy at the moment."
"I still do not the know how you were able to get us down here… but thanks."
"Hey, don't speak-mention it. It was the least I could do after everything I've gotten us into."
They were inside the remnants of the Stormfront, most of it having disintegrated after Raven's spell. Robin had sent Lewa and Tanika down to check it out, the Toa using his adaptive armour and Kaukau to help them to it. At the moment, they inhabited a small wardrobe where the girl claimed she would find the Zorkan Jewels, priceless relics of Tamaran and a symbol of the Royal House.
"It would be the blasé to claim that I am not responsible as well."
Lewa smiled, sifting through some Gordanian Army uniforms and a large grey katana. "Yeeeah… but I shouldn't have been so late-knowing. Got too carried away and was bog-foot on the up-swing."
"I understand," Tanika frowned, "but by escaping and fighting you I too caused much of the problems…"
Lewa took Tanika in one arm. "No use past-stressing. Happy-cheer and look to the bright-future." He picked up the katana. "What speak-say you about this?"
She beamed. "It is quite the weapon! Although…" The girl winced. "I do not know if you will have much use for it. You were able to take on Lord Tro'gaar very well."
"He's Lord Tro'gaar, though. What if we… sorry… I face a much-big threat? I need protection. Besides, I liked my katana. The Skyblaster was nice, but didn't much do it for me."
"I suppose." Tanika moved out of Lewa's hold and showed him an armband, jewel embedded. "These were the bracers I used in my more… casual clothing. I feel it would be the better if I wore them. I would not be so feared."
The Toa frowned. "You're not quick-thinking of going back? Kiina and I had a short talk-discussion about trying to find a way leaf-home. Would you be thought-interested?"
Tanika froze then blushed. "No… not the very. I do not feel like engaging my sister at this time. She has taken over the royal family, you see."
"Your sister?"
She darkened and went back to sifting through a pile of clothes. "Yes. Komand'r. Kranika. The dark energies of a star."
"Ah. She not… ever-pleasant?"
"No. Not in the least."
"Huh. Nice of you to speak-tell me then."
"Nice. Thank… you for calling me that." Finishing sifting through the pile, she showed Lewa an outfit. "Do you suppose these would work?"
He raised a maskbrow. "For what? Ever-pleasing everyone?"
"Yes." Tanika sighed. "When I first arrived on the Earth, I saw the faces of people who… opposed me… they were not nice. Mean even. I figured it was because of my outfit and my powers. I do not wish to feel the horrible all the time to take my powers away, so I suppose, as I said, I will complement them with my casual wear as opposed to my formal one. You were one of the few to approve of my outfit before, so… do you now?"
Lewa beamed. "Yeah, go right ahead!"
The girl smiled and took off her boots. "If you say so. I must ask, though…" she said as she began unwrapping the metallic coverings, "you spent much time with Robin and the others before I did. I was too angry to care. Are they… as nice as they appear?"
The Toa picked up the katana. "I guess. They're Toa-heroes after all."
Coverings falling on the floor, Tanika next pulled her top over her head. Two strange orbs fell out, bouncing around before stopping. Lewa frowned. Those hadn't been there before… He felt the need to ask, but imagined that if the alien kept them covered they weren't something she wanted him to see-
"Oh, you are curious about the fat glands?" Tanika smiled and copped them in her hands, inviting Lewa to do so as well. They were soft and bouncy and felt warm in his hands. "These are my grebnaks. They hold milk for the time when I will need it."
"But you'd dark-hidden them under your armour." Lewa reddened. "Why are you so okay with letting me hold them?"
Tanika sighed, pulling her skirt down. "It is true that we must cover them most of the time, for it is the disrespectful to blatantly show them… but there is no problem in the showing them when one wishes. We wish for everyone to be happy with their bodies."
The Toa bit his lip and turned away. "All right… whatever you want…" She kicked the skirt away and he blushed harder. "I don't- I shouldn't look-watch. It seems kind of lewd-"
She beamed and hugged him, grebnaks pushing against his stomach like the pouches on ghekula. For some reason, the move hurt him even less. "I have none of the issue, friend! You do not endeavour to demean me, after all."
"I- guess…"
They stayed like that for a moment before Tanika gasped and put him down. "Oh, we should be leaving! Robin will be wondering what we are doing." She grinned. "I hope he does not think we are doing the-"
"Tanika!" Lewa put a hand out dismissingly. "Too much information." He peered out of the room and looked to the surface. "You're quite-right. We probably should."
"Why do you the worry, friend? I have no issue with making the interaction to you both."
"It's just- I only recently listen-heard about the… thing that Agori and Glatorian do to make children, and it kinda…" He sighed. "Grossed me out."
His friend put a hand on him reassuringly. "Do not be. It is quite the beautiful." She held out the outfit, a peppy purple thing resembling the old black getup… with a bit less on it. So this was what Tanika wore casually. No wonder she thought people wouldn't have feared her. "This is it. I ask for your opinion again, now that you can see it clearly."
Lewa smiled. "Looks good!"
"Very well then," she said, pulling it on. "Do you suppose you should don an outfit as well? So that the people here will not the fear you?"
He thought about this. Cyborg had been wearing an outfit at the beginning- but that was only to cover his robotic parts, to keep people from seeing. When the Gordanians had destroyed it, he hadn't seemed to mind. Then again, though, Lewa did want to keep a low profile, in case Tahu found out he was here, and he had told Robin that he'd wanted to see what "real" Toa do… so he would. Why not? When in Rome, do what the Romans do.
Morning dawned on Jump City, the growing light of the sun reflecting off the bay and bathing everything in a rich orange glow. Seagulls called out to each other from the pier, and the metropolis rang out with the sound of horns. A small barge journeyed across the water, passing Haney Island- and the titans with it. Robin, Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy stood on the shore near the Gordanians' landing craft, cool summer breeze ruffling their hair (or Cyborg's lack of it.)
Raven smiled partially. "That's quite a view."
"Somebody oughta build a house out here," Cyborg said, looking at the landing craft.
Beast Boy beamed. "Yeah, if you like sunshine and the beach!" He dug an elbow into Raven's side, playful look in his eyes.
The witch frowned before smirking a bit and laughing softly. "You know," she said turning to Beast Boy, "you're kind of funny.
He gasped at this and perked, ears stiffening. "You think I'm funny?" He laughed, eyes twinkling. "DUDE! I know some jokes!"
Whatever affection Raven had for the boy before this was shattered, the witch recoiling and one eyebrow twitching. Behind her, near the craft itself, a violet and an azure boot lowered themselves onto the ground.
"Hey, guys," Lewa said.
"Please."
Everyone turned to the newcomers.
The two had changed. Gone were Tanika's fearsome bracers and dark armour; instead, she donned a more purplish hue, violet top, boots, and skirt in sharp contrast to her metallic silver armbands and neck brace. The armbands themselves covered most of her forearms and held green jewels in the middle, the brace doing the same for her neck. The outfit was accented with lavender, and she had taken off her crown; most surprising of all, though, no metal covered her skin; for lack of a better term, she was bare, orange skin quite noticeable among the outfit- even that of her midriff. Robin reddened a bit.
Lewa had, shockingly enough, worn a uniform too- his was similar to Tanika's, although he had traded the skirt for spandex shorts, ditched the bracers, and dyed everything in a dark blue tone. Cerulean gloves, starting at his elbow and ending at the beginning of his fingers, took the place of the armbands. He had slung his sword on his back behind a large blue cape and wore tight black goggles on his head. Cyborg had to wonder why someone would do that, but since they were both new, he grudgingly accepted it.
"We look… nice?"
The others looked at Tanika funnily. Robin stepped up to her. "I still don't know your name."
Lewa frowned. "Tanika?"
"That seemed more like a nickname, if you ask me," Robin replied. "A pet name someone would use for a loved one."
"HEY!" Lewa yelled, crossing his arms and pouting. "You insulting my mother tongue?"
Robin put up his hands defensively. Cyborg snickered at this. "No… not at all. Just saying what I thought."
"Oh."
"In your language," Tanika helpfully added, "it would be 'Star Fire.'"
Lewa's eyes widened. "Starfire? Really? So you were right!"
She laughed. "Yes. I suppose so. You do not the despair?"
"Maybe a bit," Lewa replied, looking at Cyborg angrily. "But I'll live."
The Boy Wonder smiled and put out a hand. "Welcome to Earth, Starfire." Starfire squealed and picked him up eagerly. He gasped. "That's… nice! Could you maybe…"
"Ah, put you down? Very well then."
Robin was set down, exhaling in relief. "And welcome to Earth, Lewa-"
"Windflyer," Lewa said curtly.
Robin raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Windflyer!" The Toa beamed. "I took your advice on the whole superhero thing. I figured, if everyone was taking on a persona to fight crime, why shouldn't I? Sounds like fun." He laughed, covering his mouth. "This is just like when I first started out as a Toa-hero. Ah, the memories."
"So you'll be using a secret identity?"
"I… guess? It'll only be a concern if my siblings find out."
Beast Boy grinned. "You have brothers, dude?"
"Four and a sister." Lewa sighed. "Quite the handful they were. Shame I won't be able to go back."
Raven froze. "Really? Why?"
"Too far away and not worth the expense. I'd rather just stay here and wait for them to find me… if they can, anyway. This place, Earth… is pretty cool. I think I'll like it here."
"Then welcome to Earth, Windflyer." Robin put out a hand again, only to be surprised when Lewa fisted it in return.
"I should've mentioned you have to shake it," he said.
The two put out their hands again. Robin waved his threateningly. "Then again, though…" he said hastily, "it's fine! It's fine. You can just do what you always do."
Starfire smiled sweetly. "I thank you all for your bravery and help, and I wish to ask permission… to remain here as well. Where the people are most strange…" here she looked at Robin, "but also most kind." The two stared at each other for a bit before looking away and blushing.
"You don't need our permission," Raven said.
"But if you want our friendship," Robin looked back and added, "you've got it."
"Guess we could all use some new friends," Cyborg mused, fist on his robotic cheek. Everyone nodded.
Beast Boy laughed. "Besides, we kind of made a good team."
"I thought we might want to keep in touch," Robin said while combing through his utility belt, "so Cyborg and I designed these."
He held said objects up; they were small, circular devices, kind of like pancakes, that fit in the palm of his hand. Most of the device was painted yellow, save a part of the top, which was encircled in black. Starfire, Windflyer, Beast Boy, and Raven each took one, looking over the devices impressed.
Windflyer messed with the device, opening the clam top it had and touching the tiny screen, and frowned. "What… are these?" he asked.
"Communicators!" Cyborg responded jovially. "Made 'em out of my own circuits."
"That… quickly?"
Cyborg grinned and squeezed Robin's shoulder. "If you're a gadgeteer genius workin' with another gadgeteer genius, these things go by lickety-split."
Robin looked out over the bay and smiled. "When there's trouble, you'll know who to call."
The group stood on the shore of the island, watching as the sun rose over the city. As waves washed gently over them, taking sand away, they thought over the previous night, each knowing that they had arrived. Lewa knew he wouldn't be able to get back to Spherus Magna, and felt a pang of regret at this, but if the Toa-heroes he had just met were any indication, it wouldn't really matter. He was going to be just fine.
END OF PART TWO
Yeah. This is kind of sudden. Too tired to make any comments. The rest of the episodes will be adapted in another story (I think.)