//------------------------------// // Chapter Eleven: Meet N' Greet // Story: Piraka Don't Play Fair // by The Warmaster //------------------------------//  Two hours later "So, Zaktan, when do we arrive at the base?” Avak asked, bored. He had been tempted to play target practice with some of the local wildlife, before being hit in the head by Thok and reminded that not only have they sworn off killing, but that that would create noise, which would lead to being found easily.   “For the last time, Avak, the walk to the base is a six day trip. I had it built far away so that if we are hunted, they don't find our secret base right next to our business.” The Green Piraka leader growled, also remembering that it was also so that if the base was found, they wouldn't be able to link it to the company. It was also why he didn't keep any information on the company inside the base. "So we will be walking for almost an entire week? You gotta be kidding me!” Avak growled. “Shut it, Avak.” Thok grumbled, fiddling with the nearby plant life. “Zaktan had a good reason for putting the base so far out.” "Your bored too, right Reidak?” Avak asked glumly. “Yeah, but I'm not complaining about it, now am I?” Reidak shrugged. “Look, when we eventually stop for a rest, I'll see how far I can chuck you. Sound like fun?” The Black Piraka grinned, and Avak shivered. "Um, no, thanks. I'd like to live for a while longer.” He said nervously.   “Pah, your no fun.” Reidak growled, returning to tossing random rocks. After a few minutes of silence, Hakann spoke. "So, anyone got a song or something to pass the time?” He asked, looking around. "I think the sweet sound of you screaming as you die will suffice.” A voice said behind him. Hakann’s Magma Launcher flipped behind him, blasting whoever was behind him with molten hot magma. There was a small cry of pain and someone behind him fell. He turned around along with the others to see a grey and yellow figure on the ground, who was already getting back up. The newcomer wielded a large axe-gun weapon in his right, with a chain wrapping from it to his back. He was also really tall. Even though they had never met him before, they knew who he was from their past. “Hewkii, Toa Inika of Stone. I was wondering when you Toa would show up.” Vezok growled, bringing up his harpoon. The rest of the Piraka also brought up their weapons. “So, where's the rest of your team?” "I'm just the scout. The rest of the team is still a little bit behind, Piraka.” The Toa said, getting back up. “But I thought I'd save them the trouble, and kill you all myself.” “Mighty strong words coming from a Toa.” Reidak. growled, his buzzsaw spinning in his claw. "Oh please, Reidak. Don't you remember? We kicked your asses before, back on Voya Nui. We can do the same here. It makes no difference at all.” Hewkii stated, raising his weapon. “Now enough talk. It's time to-” He was cut off as he was suddenly frozen by Thok. The other Piraka looked at him, and he shrugged. "What? He was likely buying time for his team to get here. We need to move as quickly as we can.” The white Piraka said, already turning around. Then he stopped. “Might as well slow them down as well.” He snapped his fingers, and the trees around the Frozen Toa moved, surrounding him in trees. The other Piraka nodded, before sprinting in the other direction. 15 minutes later After a lot of running, the six Piraka stopped to check behind them. "You think we lost them?” Vezok asked.    Hakann shrugged. “Well, we froze the only one who knew we were here, and then dashed off in a zigzag direction. I doubt they know where we are.”  “Let's keep moving. I don't want them to find us.” Zaktan growled. Once we get to the base, I'll tell you what we are gonna do about the Toa.” Zaktan growled, running down the path. The others sighed, before running after him. Three days later "For fucks sake, how much farther?” Reidak asked, out of breath. “We've been running almost non-stop for three days!”  “And look at what it's done. We are here.” Zaktan growled at Reidak, before stomping on the ground. A secret panel, covered in foliage, bounced up, and Zaktan jumped in. The others shrugged, before following their leader inside. The base, slightly dusty due to lack of use, was still in good condition. In the center of the main room was a table with six seats, one for each Piraka. In the room to the left was a large weapons room, with tools scattered all over a table on the left of the entrance. To the right was a training room, full of training equipment, and even a bucking bronco machine. Behind the entrance was a long hallway, with multiple rooms for each of the six. Zaktan sighed. “Home sweet home. Alright everyone, get some rest. We’ll discuss the plan in the morning.” He walked all the way to the end of the hall and opened up his room, flopping down onto the bed. From the noises he heard, he assumed that the others had similar occurrences. The Leader of the Piraka quickly dozed off. The next day  After quickly waking up, Zaktan and the others walked down to the table, before sitting down. Zaktan yawned, before beginning.   “Alright, so here's the plan…” he started, the others. leaning forward in anticipation. Three days later, Manehatten    It was a peaceful day in the city of Manehatten. Ponies went to their daily jobs, or walked around the city for a little bit. All in all, everyone was happy, and everyone was safe. Then the docks exploded.   One by one, each boat that had been moored in the docks exploded, sending a plume of smoke soaring into the air. Ponies within the city began panicking, running to any shelter they could find, some even diving into the sewers. Up high, a lone griffon news reporter flew about, after getting an anonymous tip to bring his equipment to Manehatten. Seeing the explosions, the Griffon flew towards the seaport, getting his camera ready.    When he finally arrived, he saw six figures walking away from the burning sea. Each one had a different color to it, but the way they looked was all too familiar to the news reporter, having seen some Canterlot newspapers a few months ago.    “The Piraka.” He breathed, holding his camera up. Before he could start recording, however, he locked eyes with the white one. Suddenly, it was impossible for him to see, or to stay upright. He fell, dropping his camera in the process.   But his fall was suddenly stopped, as a green cloud caught both him and his camera, before being set down on the ground gently. Looking up, he only had two seconds to see his savior, as the fist knocked his lights out. Zaktan took hold of the camera, before passing it on to another griffon, one who was under the Piraka payroll. “You know what to do now.” He told her, and the griffon nodded, before flying up to a nearby building and vanishing inside.  “You certain they will come here?” Hakann asked, his Magma Launcher at the ready.   “Of course, Hakann. They won't ignore that ‘anonymous tip’ that Celestia got.” Zaktan chuckled. Suddenly, a blast of fire, laced with electricity, flew past Zaktan and smacked Vezok right in the face, knocking him flat. As the blue Piraka cursed and got back up, Zaktan looked to the blast’s source, and spotted six figures marching towards his group. He didn't even have to see them to know who they were. "Well well, if it isn't the Toa Inika!” Zaktan called out, “Are you here to try and kill us?”    The one up front, a red and gold-armored Toa, stepped forward. “Yes, you pathetic worm. We are here to get rid of you for good.”  “Oh really, Jaller?” Zaktan replied, “But I thought it was in the Toa Code not to kill a living being?” "Who cares about some Code.” The green and silver one growled, “Let's just quick-smash them and be done with it.” "Patience, Kongu.” Jaller growled, before turning back to the Piraka. “You lead us on quite the goose chase, Zaktan. But it's over now.” "Oh really? And what will happen if we lose then? Are you just going to return to your world in peace?” Zaktan asked, the two now face to face.  “No, Zaktan. We are going to conquer this world, just like we did Voya Nui. That dumb fool Celestia thinks us as goodie goodie heroes come to save the day, but I doubt she’s smart enough to realize our plans. Just like those pathetic Matoran.” Zaktan’s permanent grin grew wider. “Now that's just evil, don'tcha think?” He dispersed into a horde of Protodites, blasting Jaller directly in the chest with his laser vision. The other Piraka also opened fire, blasting the other Toa back.  Reidak went straight for the Toa of Stone, barreling into him and through a building, while Hakann sent a mental barrage at the Toa of Air, remembering that he had the mind-reading mask. At the same time, Avak blasted the green Toa with his jackhammer, while also launching a few zamor spheres at the Toa of Ice, sending both crashing into a building. Vezok blasted the Toa of Water with his Impact Vision, the resulting explosion blasting her into the ocean. As all the Piraka went after the target of choice, Zaktan grinned at Jaller. "Just you and me. Shall we settle this like men?”