A powerful being stood in a ruined chamber in what had been, not so long ago, a great fortress. He had never been in this chamber his 100,000 years of existence, though he was sure it rarely looked the same one day to the next.
He sighed. The last time nearly this much damage had been done, it had not taken long for its lone inhabitant to repair the damage. Now that Teridax was destroyed, so was the Great Spirit Robot that contained the island on which the remains of the fortress now stood.
Of course, the majority of the inhabitants had survived and were now on the reformed planet of Spherus Magna. However, this place still held memories for Hardex. Spying a slightly battered Kanohi mask, he picked it up. Employing a miniscule portion of his power, he cleaned it of settled dust and dirt. Gazing at it, he remembered...
About 100,000 years ago…
“Giving up so soon?” Hydraxon said in mock surprise. “I’ve just gotten started.”
“I can tell.” Hardex grunted. “Whenever I hear a crack and see a star that’s when you’ve gotten started.”
He rolled out of the way just in time to avoid a kick from his opponent. Somersaulting forward and jumping off a large tree, he threw a kick at Hydraxon’s head.
His breath left him with a whoosh as he thudded onto the floor. “Maybe if you weren’t so predictable you’d do better.” Hydraxon said.
“I need a Calix if I’m ever going to beat you.”
“Pity it's against the rules, I’d like to see how long you’d last.” Helping Hardex to his feet, Hydraxon made sure he could stand, then let go. “Guess we’ll never know. I’m off to my next assignment today. This was our last practice.”
“Yes,” Hardex said thoughtfully. “I’m getting my first assignment from Helryx today.”
“Good luck if it helps any.” Hydraxon said shaking Hardex’s hand. “And good-bye.”
Hardex watched Hydraxon walk away then commenced to do a few practice sessions on his own.
He was in one of the standard training rooms on Daxia, which meant he had plenty to practice with. This particular room was designed for outdoor combat, rocks, trees and irregular terrain making it more difficult to keep your footing. He was near the Southwest corner of the room where the weapon racks stood on the South and West walls.
“Hydraxon’s right… I’m too predictable,” he muttered. Grabbing three long daggers from one of the racks, he hurled them at the targets that were scattered about in the trees. He smiled as all three hit their target.
Hardex turned to see an Order member with whom he was not familiar.
“Thank you. Though I wish I was better at hand-to-hand combat.”
“Nobody’s perfect. Except me, of course.”
“Of course,” he said, and, turning as if to get something, he whirled around, drawing a sword from the rack and striking at her.
Twisting out of the way with ease, she kicked him in the middle, knocking him to his hands and knees and snatching his sword from him.
“I guess Hydraxon was right, you are too predicta-” She stopped in mid-word as he grabbed a large rock from behind him and threw it, hitting her on the shoulder and sending her back several steps.
“Saw that a mile away I’ll bet.” He smirked, standing up and retrieving another sword from the rack.
Leaping forward, she spun her sword in a fast feint to the left then struck low on the right. Blocking her blow, he feinted to her right then flipped back, blasting her with a burst of raw energy.
She barely blocked the blast, but the force of the blow knocked her off balance long enough for Hardex to disarm her and shove her to the wall with his blade at her throat.
“I said so.”
He sighed. “Because that’s what I say to those that I’ve beaten.”
She smiled mischievously. “Who says you beat me?”
Before he could reply, she slipped out of his grip, leaped out of the way, and relieved the rack of another sword.
“Vortixx,” he grumbled.
Charging, he swung his sword at her in a swift arc, even as she spun out of the way. Digging his foot into the floor, he changed direction suddenly and sheared straight through her blade, right at the hilt. With a swift uppercut, he knocked her back, all the way to the projectile rack.
He charged again, but before he made it five steps, she grabbed a Rhotuka launcher and fired.
Paralyzed he watched as she stood up and got yet another sword. Smiling, she pointed the blade at his throat.
“Concede,” she said, still smiling.
“I didn’t say you beat me yet.”
“That’s what I’m telling you to do.”
“But you didn’t beat me.”
She gave the razor sharp sword tip, the one at his throat, a pointed glance. “Oh, really,” she said, feigning surprise. “I was unaware of that.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here to inform you of that fact.”
Before she could respond, he sent a jolt of energy through his armor, up her blade, and into her hand, blasting her back toward the projectile rack.
“OK, that’s enough, you two.”
Realizing he no longer paralyzed, Hardex turned to see Helryx enter the training room.
Helryx was a Toa of water, and the leader of the order of Mata-Nui. After the Hand of Artakha was disbanded and Toa teams took their place as the protectors of the Matoran, Helryx created the Order to work in secret, out of sight of most of the universe.
Hardex had been a member of the Hand for only a short time before it was disbanded, and not long ago Hardex was invited to join the Order.
He glanced at his former opponent. She had not been in the Hand, that much he knew. Though he knew little else about were she was from, why she left, or even why she was here now.
“This is Radeeka,” Helryx said, interrupting Hardex’s thoughts. “She is going to be your partner for this mission.”
“And what mission is it?” Radeeka asked. “Other than the fact that I’m going on one, and with him, I don’t know what the mission is. Or what I - we - need to do.”
Ignoring Radeeka’s question for the moment, Helryx turned to her and said, “This is Hardex,” gesturing at him. “You two are going to be working together on this mission, so if you have a quarrel, solve it now. Then I’ll tell you what your mission is.”
Hardex turned to Radeeka. “I have no quarrel with her. From my end the battle was purely for sport.”
She glanced at him and then turned back to Helryx. “Same here. So are we going to get our mission, or should we go build the Coliseum all over again while you think it over?”
Helryx laughed. “No I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“Good, I was afraid there for a moment.”
“Well then you must be easy to scare for a Vortixx”
“I see this will be an, interesting, trip for both of you. Now then, this is what you must do…”
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