[h2][color=9d00f7]S[color=e1ac3d]u[/color]a[color=e1ac3d]v[/color]o[/color][/h2]

[color=9d00f7] The other matoran still seemed awkward about the rock, even though Suavo had attempted to make light of it and brush the incident off. The thing that surprised him, however, was her dialect. As a le-matoran, he had expected her to be adding in extra words, not dropping them out. It was intriguing, to say the least. A matoran like this would have some great stories to share, he was sure. Before he could formulate a reply, however, another, industrious-looking matoran joined the pair.[/color]

[color=e1ac3d]"Why yes, yes I am!" [color=9d00f7]he replied to the newcomer, taking his hand and shaking it enthusiastically.[/color] "And, no, come on in! We were just getting to know each other. This lovely lady is named Aiko, by the way. Why don't you both come back to my tent with me, and we can have this conversation over a few cups of bula juice? [/color]

[h2][color=6ecff6]Kumanu[/color][/h2]

[color=6ecff6]"It's a powered disk"[/color] Kumanu explained. [color=6ecff6]"They're used all over the place in the inner districts, and there are all different types. This one is a levitation disk, which lets me float the cage instead of lifting it, and similar kanoka in my vehicle float that, while others give it speed. I'll be fine, as soon as I've dropped off this brakas. Speaking of which..."[/color]

The white and blue matoran climbed on top of the wooden crate and started using a crowbar to lever off the door. Nails creaked loudly as they bent and then came free as Kumanu jumped off of the crate to put all his weight down on the bar. The cage slammed open, and its occupant barrelled out. The monkey didn't look back as it sprinted away into the forrest, keen to escape its imprisonment.