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- The Mission is a 1986 British drama film about the experiences of a Jesuit missionary in 18th-century South America. The film was written by Robert Bolt and directed by Roland Joffé. It stars Robert De Niro, Jeremy Irons, Ray McAnally, Aidan Quinn, Cherie Lunghi and Liam Neeson. It won the Palme d'Or and the Academy Award for Best Cinematography. In April 2007, it was ranked number 1 on the Church Times Top 50 Religious Films list. The music, scored by Italian composer Ennio Morricone, was listed at #23 on AFI's 100 Years of Film Scores.
- While the Professor is summoning Overlos by having the three Legendary Titans Behemoth, Tao, and Araknos perform a ritual with the Amulet of Will. Zhalia is protecting Dante because he is in to deep of depression to do anything after being tricked in to giving the Professor Behemoth. So only Lok Lambert and Sophie Casterwill are left to try try to stop him. While fighting the Professor, Lok is blasted out of the room but thanks to Cherit he lands in the Professor's bedroom, and finds his father's Holotome. He finds out where his father had his last battle with the Professor and disappeared. He also finds the Amulet of a strong Titan in the Holotome. Dante comes to his senses and helps Zhalia defeat their enemies. Then Lok, Dante, and Zhalia join Sophie right after Sabriel's Amulet was destroyed. Overlos is summoned and Caliban is summoned (although Dante had previously handed over Caliban in addition to Tao and Behemoth). After Lok takes the Amulet of Will, he tells Overlos to open a portal back to the Spirit World and to take back the three legendary Titans with him. Overlos agrees, tearing open a portal and grabbing Behemoth and Tao. While the Titans are getting pulled into the portal, Araknos shoots a web at The Professor trying to take him with him, and even after Lok and Dante try pulling back, Araknos succeeds by shooting thousands of strands of webs towards the Professor, making it impossible to get the Professor back, even with the help of Dante, and Lok, and their Titans. They return back to Dante's House to find a surprise party with Lok's mom, Sandra, and old Huntik agent friends. And Lok makes sure he will find his father, determined to succeed.
- Writer: Jamie Delano Art: ? Colouring: ? Characters: Hoist, Jazz, The Constructicons
- The Mission (ミッション) es el segundo soundtrack de la película Road to Ninja: Naruto la Película Original Soundtrack, esté soundtrack es compuesto por el artista Takanashi Yasuharu. Él es un gran compositor de muchos soundtracks de la Serie Naruto. Este soundtrack es de mucha acción y diversión, ya que da rencor al oírlo. Categoría:Soundtracks Categoría:Banda sonora
- The Mission (ミッション) es el segundo soundtrack de la película Road to Ninja: Naruto la Película Original Soundtrack, esté soundtrack es compuesto por el artista Takanashi Yasuharu. Él es un gran compositor de muchos soundtracks de la Serie Naruto. Este soundtrack es de mucha acción y diversión, ya que da rencor al oírlo. Categoría:Soundtracks Categoría:Banda sonora
- The Game Mission is a mission in which you can't think about "The Mission". It is automatically assigned to all creatures when they are born and it ends when they die. If they ever think about it, they lose.
- Charlie Trent used to be an Army scout. Now he's the town drunk. Hoss helps him regain his self-esteem when he has him volunteer to lead a gold-bearing troop through the desert where there's very little water.
- Name: The Mission Run Time: 6:29 Year: 2003
* Out There - The Movie
- The Mission is the fourth track on Newsboys' twelfth studio album, GO. It was remixed in GO Remixed and performed live in Houston We Are GO Live. It follows GO's theme as an evangelistic song.
- "The Mission" is a term used by the Calliatians who were part of the Earth Observation/Scout Team, to refer to their purpose for visiting Earth, where they have been residing since approximately 4000 B.C. (B.C.E.). Little is known about the nature of "The Mission", and the Calliatians have been very tight-lipped regarding the subject. Although many of the Earth's governments are paranoid about the nature of "The Mission", and suspect that a hostile alien invasion is imminent, most of the scientists and other non-governmental personnel who have met with and spoken with the Calliatians believe that invasion is not their intent. There is, however, something ominous about the intent of the Calliatians and their "Mission" on Earth. Completely unknown to Humanity, and a carefully guarded secret of the Calliatians and the Observation/Scout team on Earth, is the True nature of "The Mission." The Mission is the perpetuation of life in the Galaxy, and, in fact, throughout the Universe. The Observation/Scout team was sent to Earth over 6000 years ago with the ultimate goal of safeguarding Earth against destruction or irreparable damage. During those 6000 years, The Team has been observing and evaluating Earth and Humanity. Now, Earth is next on the list of planets that are in danger of being ruined by the resident dominant species. Imperial forces have been dispatched to "contain" humanity and protect Earth. However, after this process was set into motion, The Original Empire was toppled by a Coup. Earth is in a state of "Limbo." The forces dispatched to Earth for "containment" are leaderless and floundering, without direction, although many within the ranks of those forces believe that "The Mission" is above and beyond The Empire itself, and Must be completed. Captain Marks has dispatched Lt. Commander Sil, his most trusted officer, to Earth, to assess the situation, and report... as Marks consolidates his power base in the region. While Marks is more of a self-centered politician, Sil believes that The Mission is divinely ordained, and must be completed as originally intended. When Marks becomes cynical about the future of Earth, Sil reveals a long-held secret about The Mission: Sil's family was one of the founding families of the Empire, and, in fact, was participating in The Mission hundreds of thousands of years before The Empire existed. The Earth is a "Seed" planet, founded by Sil's Ancestors long ago. Sil's family did not Create Humanity, they just "nudged" the Earth into the possibility of creating/evolving Humanity. Sil's family "seeded" Earth with its own genetic code, and let the planet make its own choices of creation and evolution. In the instance of Earth, Humanity just happened to evolve... but the "seeding" of Earth explains why Humans and Calliatians are so similar. Sil then reveals to Marks (who really did not know) that his father was a Human, from Earth. The Calliatians wanted a "full-circle" genetic "loop", and Marks is the result of that "loop." Sil then tells Marks that The Mission depends upon the perpetuation of duty and purpose, and that each species must pass it on to the next. Sil tells Marks that the age of The Empire and the Calliatians is Over, and that the age of Humanity is just beginning. The Mission must be passed to Humanity, and the Humans must continue The Mission, and pass it on to the next species, hundreds of thousands of years in the future. This is the present-day status of The Mission.
- Crew Quarters - Star of Mercy ........................................................................... The narrow passage opens up into a small wardroom. The space is ingeniously outfitted, the furniture and surfaces configured to serve either under nominal local gravity conditions, or that provided by the freighter's own acceleration. Flanking the wardroom are a set of personal sleeping niches, with each empty bunk module containing a bed with built in cabinetry and storage lockers. Forward, a fresher unit is located portside, while to the starboard is a simple kitchenette. The room is softly illuminated, gentle light floating down from coves recessed into the dorsal and side wall framing. The deckplates are sturdy and and diamond gridded, providing a sturdy utilitarian finish to the space. ........................................................................... Sun Dec 21 21:46:58 3008 The lights are set at their dimmest level, simulating night and signifying the last watch of the day. Aadzrian has proceeded right into the crew quarters, and is already taking copious notes on his PDA as he moves from bunk to bunk. The Timonae's lips move soundlessly, counting off details to himself in his native language as he prowls. Quicksilver escorts Volidana into the crew quarters, following along in the Timonae's wake, "You and the family will probably want to stay on or close to the Streak, Volidana, over the next few days. There's no telling when we'll hit the crisis point and have to launch for Nocturn or else." He glances to the Timonae, "We can cram a few extra on the Everstar, but she's not going to handle many in any comfort, and we'll want to avoid cramming her so full that I can't use her as fighter cover. She's a fire control version of the Intruder, and with the Streak unshielded we may want to have cover available. Streak can outrun most things, but there's no way of knowing how this will go down." Young Daniel is nowhere near as quiet as he runs searchinng for his sleeping father. "Quiet son, people need their rest while they can get it. " Volidana chides softly. Then to Quicksilver, "We won't go far," she agrees. "Any chanse you can give me a figure? Balan-sing supplies and people in terms of avail-labble spase, how many can you support for... two weeks?" Aadzrian pauses, frowning absently to himself. "Fox wil be coming, can defended civy-lan ships. I am a crack shot on te turrets. I some-how do no t'inking mos of our pro-blems can be shooted down, un-fortunate." Volidana nods. "Shooting a rift might actually make things worse." A smile crosses her face despite the gravity of the situation as the boy tickles his father's beard. Quicksilver turns his full attention to Aadzrian, reaching up to lift his helm from his head now that they're aboard the vessel, tucking it under an arm as his whiskers fan and ears wiggle freed from its confining shape. "I confess I'm not entirely sure of the calculations involved for people aboard, but I can tell you she has a 60,000 unit cargo hold. How many people you can cram in depends on how tight you pack them. We may want to pick up a portable fresher unit or two, and perhaps a couple of spare air scrubbers just in case. She can handle a good bit of extra power drain....she's only using about a third of what her power plant generates." "Wil pay for al sush t'ings for you if needed." Aadzrian exhales, shaking his head. "Calculation... is no my strong suit, yes? I would suggesting for now you start loading up cargo hold wit' supply. Fil it maybe half-full of food and water, and te rest of room for people. T'at should be enough, I am t'inking? We canno pos-sibble pack for a *long* trip, it jus' canno be done." The Timonae slides his PDA back into his pocket, long brown fingers reaching to rub at his temples. Volidana nods as her husband sneezes and harrumphs himself awake, slowly moving over to his location. "Have we a destination in mind?" she asks Aadz. Quicksilver bobs his snout, tail flickering as he crosses his arms, whiskers fanning the air. One ear rotates to the sneeze from Hezekiah, tracking the movements of Volidana as the other remains focused on the Timonae. "More water than food...and it may be best to load up with protein bars and the like....things that will last and provide nutrients while taking as little room as possible. People can survive without food longer than without water if we hit a pinch. Perhaps a small supply of hard candy, just so we have something to give a little taste when the protein becomes unbearable? Ideally, we should try to identify a doctor and nurses among the evacuees to help us set up a rationing plan. If we go with short rations from the start, it'll be uncomfortable but we should be able to survive a lot longer." "Fox has full doctor on staff, Ace and I have com-bat medic training, t'at is handle." Aadzrian half-closes his eyes, his careful voice having the sound of thoughts forming only even as they're spoken. "Desty-nation is Nexus... and wat-ever on ot'er side. Should taking seeds, too. T'ings t'at can be use to grow more food if we end up on a planet. Pro-tein and hard candy also sound good. Hope-ful te journey wil be short, but we cannot knowing." Volidana moves in to kiss her husband and wrap her one good arm about him. "If anyone knows about survival it would be the Fox crew," she affirms. "We have as good a chance as any." Quicksilver bobs his snout as the Timonae offers his answers, whiskers twitching thoughtfully as his tail twists and thrashes, "That is good, then....I have little medical ability myself beyond applying bandages and ointments. It might be wise for you to ask the staff doctor to make up a list of important medical supplies, and the ratio we'll need them per hundred beings or so. Space sickness pills would probably be wise, and cleaning supplies for disinfecting. So many people in close quarters, the last thing you want is germs spreading. Seeds is an excellent idea. That gives me new ideas, in fact. We should see if we can acquire some basic construction equipment as well as gardening implements. The Everstar has only a ten thousand unit hold...not enough for many people, but we might be able to pack in some pre-fab shelter pieces?" Hezekiah wraps his own one arm about his wife, the other hand ruffling his son's hair as he returns the Vollistan's kiss, warm and tender. He tucks his face into her neck, nuzzling and murmuring to her quietly of time apart and missing her. "Fox has its own medbay. We wil pro-babble carry plenty of supplies..." Green eyes wander over to the affectionate couple, and Aadzrian's expression darkens a moment before they shift away. "If you saved your hold for food, water, construct-tion, ot'er sush bulk supplies, Fox wil carry t'ings like medy-cal and seeds whish are smaller, I am t'inking. How do t'at sound?" Volidana keeps one ear on the conversation, though most of her atention is taken up by her family. "Hez would be a good one to suggest more natural remedies. We may well need some nontraditional approaches before this is over." The last of her words are lost as she sinks into the kiss. Quicksilver bobs his snout to the Timonae's new thoughts, his tail curling in on itself and then flickering back out again, "A wise idea. We should probably assign a small percentage of space on each ship to carry a little of what the others are carrying, just in case. With these rifts, we can't entirely rely on every vessel getting through, though we shall certainly do our best." Whiskers flatten, then fan again. "In short, we need to take along everything we can think of for basic colonizing while focusing on the smallest items possible for most tasks. Assume we're going to end up dropping onto a barren world and having to start from scratch. Ships with holds too small for passengers can load spare supplies, and perhaps anything volatile or poisonous just to reduce the risk to the passengers?" "Later I will have suggestions, yes," the Mystic observes in concurrence with his wife's thoughts, the verbal response his only contribution before he focuses on her sink into his kiss; they've been apart a long time. Eventually they'll come up for air. Maybe. Aadzrian nods slightly. "T'at migh' be better use of Ever-star. Entirely ful of supplies, no people at al." He swipes his PDA out of his pockets again, adding a few more quick notes to whatever documentation he's keeping. "We canno pack *every-t'ing* we need to begin again... mus jus focus on t'ings most needed to live." There's a burst of blue light in the middle of the crew quarters. Daniel seems to be getting impatient with lack of his parents' attentioon and tries to nuzzle in momentarily. His attention is drawn to the blue light seconds before his parents and he runs towards it. Volidana, aura purple, bolts after. The form of Morden'kamir materializes from within the burst of light as it fades to a dull blue glow. "Time is limited. Matters are worse than ever. We have determined that the damage inflicted by Caspar'kamir stretches far and wide through the space-time continuum - even hundreds of years into the future, possibly into the past. The wound his actions have inflicted on this universe is mortal." The Kamiroid shakes his head. "We will do all we can to slow the obliteration of your worlds, but we may need significant assistance." Quicksilver bobs his snout in agreement with Aadzrian, "Yes, we'll have to keep it focused. We just need to try to consider all the categories. I'm thinking...." Well, he was thinking something, but the blue light is not conducive to his thinking. He whirls, whiskers flattening, and swings the plasma rifle off his back as his tail lashes. Granted, weapons do not have the greatest track record of being useful in events involving blue glows, but it's rather instinctive anyway. He steps to put his considerable bulk in the path of the small child, but lowers the weapon somewhat as the figure from the newsvids is identified. "We've been planning for evacuations....to get out who we can," he observes to the figure, whiskers fanning back out again and twitching curiously. Aadzrian's eyes widen as he looks up, but he allows himself the luxury of only a few moments of shock before his jaw sets into readiness. "Righ'. Of course. Wat assis-tanse can we offering? Fox is willing to do any-t'ing, any-t'ing at al. Ot'ers are no doubt te same." ~Weren't we kissing the last time this happened?~ Hezekiah inquires of his wife's mind with a sense of wryness, before the rest of his attention is distracted by the running dash of his child. Psionic power swirls outwards, the Mystic stepping quickly in his child's wake as he attempts to reach out and halt Daniel's movements, eyes lighting with recognition as the former head of his race appears. "It will not be enough to merely take your refugees through the multiverse nexus," Morden'kamir says. "All realities are jeopardized by this situation. The Kamir must increase their numbers so that we can successfully stave off destruction while also propelling you through space...and time. To somewhere safe." Volidana nods, none of the earlier hostility in her tone. "We thank you for your help and stand ready to do what we can. while we cannot survive without the Kamir, the burden will not be ours to shoulder if we can be of use." Quicksilver rotates one ear towards Aadzrian, lowering his weapon the rest of the way and slinging it onto his shoulder. He studies the figure of the Kamir, head tilting to one side as his whiskers flatten, then fan. "Am I to assume that the recently opened rift is something in the resemblance of a contrail from this Caspar that's spoken of? It seems headed the right direction. And you speak of increasing your numbers....does this mean you'll be recruiting beings to be changed into Kamir?" Aadzrian closes his eyes, silent for a long moment as his dark brow furrows with deep lines. The Timonae doesn't look surprised so much as... resigned, in the manner of one receiving anticipated but belated bad news. "How many more Kamir? If you need volun-teers to under-going te change... we can finding t'em." "Yes, we need volunteers," Morden'kamir replies. "Kamiroids, primarily, would be considered for ascension. However, we also know of other candidates outside the Kamiroid bloodline who might also serve in this capacity." Volidana holds her son to her, planting a kiss on the top of his head. "I have been reluctant to acknowledge my heritage before. I hope you will not hold it against me now if I can help ensure my son becomes a man." Quicksilver twitches his snout, glancing between his companions and the blue entity, a snort of breath escaping him before he inhales the various scents, tail thrashing with a measure of agitation. "And what plan do you have for your recruitment? Are we to spread the news to the galaxy, or will you be simply appearing to inquire of some you've already selected?" Hezekiah frowns, a hand coming up to stroke his beard thoughtfully, looking to his wife at her question, and slipping an arm about her as he stands to see how the Kamiroid will respond to her words. "I am ready," Aadzrian answers Morden'kamir softly. "If I am good enough. I am prepared to give every-t'ing." No agitation on his own face, lips curled into a smile that's faint and wistful. "Spread the word," Morden'kamir says. "When you have gathered volunteers, you may bring them to Nocturn so that they may begin the process. It should be relatively safe to travel anywhere but in the direct vicinity of the interstellar rift. Training must begin within a week if we are to have any hope of saving your refugees and repairing the damage caused by Caspar'kamir." "As everyone knows Demarians have no psionic potential, and I have a wife who would find a means of killing me, immortal incorporeal entity or no, I shall be quite satisfied to serve as messenger and transportation in this matter," the towering silver Demarian observes, one ear rotating back to the Mystic/Vollistan couple as the other remains focused on the Kamiroid. Volidana merely nods. "I will be as ready as I can. I admit to being both sad and afraid, but I will give my all to the the task, nonetheless." "Two t'ing, Morden, if I may." Aadzrian shakes his head, slightly. "How many mus' we have at miny-mum? How many at maxy-mum be-fore extras are no needed? Even some idea... would be help-ful in knowing when we can stop looking and go to Nocturn. And... wil te volun-teers have to spending al t'eir life forse to repair te damage? I... do not wanting to asked any-one to die wit'out t'em knowing wat t'ey are in for." Quicksilver casts a glance back at Volidana, before shifting gaze to the Timonae, and adding question of his own, "It would also be helpful to have an idea how many refugees you think can be gotten out this way. The Streak can carry a lot of people...but does the number of refugees affect your ability to move us?" "We do not know how many we need, but it is estimated that we could use about five thousand more Kamir to move your refugees through space and time," Morden'kamir replies. "Bring all that you can to Nocturn within a week. Be certain that they come with the understanding that they must remain behind. Those that survive the exertion of transitioning a single large refugee craft to a place of safety will spend the rest of their lives helping to neutralize Caspar'kamir and, if possible, repair the interstellar rift. I can offer little else right now. Much luck to you all." The image of Morden'kamir fades. Volidana turns back toward Hezekiah, tears forming in her eyes. "Please do not think I do not love you." Hezekiah turns his own eyes to Volidana, pulling her close in against him. ~I could never think that. Yet I am not sure of this course, beloved. How can our child be without us?~ "Child-ren need parents," Aadzrian agrees, abruptly turning away toward the exit. "Excuse me, I... I have mush to doing." Without another word, the Timonae moves for the forward hatch at a pace that's nearly flight.
- Le Docteur, Sarah et Harry se rendent sur Tyrano pour que le Docteur puisse étudier une nouvelle forme d'énergie que les habitants ont découverts ; cependant, un robot pourrait bien vouloir s'emparer de celle-ci pour le compte d'une autre race ou a-t-il une autre mission encore plus terrible pour les Tyraneans ?
- The Mission (ザ・ミッション Za Misshion?) is the tenth episode of Blue SWAT.
- BOWSER JR.: Who--who are you? ???: Me? BOWSER JR.: Yeah, you. The voice in the walkie-talkie. ???: Oh, I'm...a secret spy...president...ninja. Yeah. BOWSER JR.: A secret spy president ninja?! Wow! Cool! ???: Yeah, listen up...I have a mission for you. BOWSER JR.: A mission? Does that make me a spy like you? ???: Um... BOWSER JR. Ooh, can I be a ninja, too? ???: OK, listen to me... BOWSER JR.: Can you teach me your secret, stealthy ways? ???: No. Listen... BOWSER JR.: And can I be President, too, so I can rule the state? ???: SHUT UP! Listen to me, now! Did you find your way into the secret lab? BOWSER JR. Y--yeah... ???: What's in it? BOWSER JR. Well, nothing interesting, except something growing in the growth chamber. ???: Hmm...OK, that'll do. Now, I want you to find the following ingredients...
- center|350px The Mission ist eine Kurzgeschichte der 2. Story von Bioniclemaster724. In dieser Geschichte geht es darum, wie die Kyoshi-Krieger nach Kyoshis Schule suchen, um dort einen legendären Gegenstand zu finden - das Buch der Großen Wesen. Die uralten Inschriften der Kyoshi-Insel besagten, dass dieses Buch die Bestimmung verändern kann, indem man etwas hinein schreibt. Um herauszufinden wo sich Kyoshi aufhält, wollen sie das Buch lesen, doch eine unerwartete Schicksalsfügung bringt alles durcheinander. Durch die Dunkelheit schlich ein Wesen, dessen Gestalt jedem Matoraner Angst einflößen würde, das Problem dabei war, dass es keine Matoraner gab, die Angst bekommen konnten. Stacheln ragten aus dem Rücken der Kreatur und die glitzernden Zähne reflektierten das Leuchten der Augen. Auf sechs Beinen krabbelte die Gestalt über den toten Boden. "Eines Tages..." sagte die Gestalt mit einer unverkennbaren Stimme. Das sechsbeinige Wesen machte kehrt um seinem Instinkt zu folgen, aber auf ein mal spührte die Kreatur etwas an ihrer Kehle. "Haben wir dich endlich!" schrie eine dunkle Stimme. "Chaaaaaaa!!! Wer wagt es mich meiner Freiheit zu berauben?" fragte das sechsbeinige Wesen und begann ihre Gestalt zu wandeln, in ein gewaltiges Drachenähnliches Wesen. "Niemand hat die Macht mich, Roodaka, zu bändigen, mein Körper wird immer wieder eine Form finden, die mich vor euch entkommen lässt!" "Das mag wohl sein, aber solange bringen wir dich lieber nach Kyoshi." sagte eine Toa, die nun die vollkommene Dunkelheit mit einem Lichtstrahl erfüllte und somit sah zum ersten Mal irgendjemand seit Wochen das entstellte Gesicht der einstigen Herrscherin. "Versucht es nur..." sagte Roodaka lachend, nun tauchten aus der Dunkelheit weitere 20 Toa auf, alle mit einer Masse an Seilen und Ketten ausgerüstet. Nur mit vereinten Kräften schafften es die Toa Roodaka von der einstigen Stadt der Legenden, Metru Nui, fortzubewegen. "Ich glaube sie sind weg..." sagte Yanchen als Roodaka und die Toa außer sichtweite waren und klopfte Roku auf die Schulter. "Es wird Zeit die Operation 'Kyoshis Schule finden' durchzführen. Wenn sich der Eingang zu der Schule irgendwo auf Metru Nui befindet, so wie du es annimmst, dann wird der Eingang bestimmt in den Archiven sein." "Nein... die Legenden berichten von einer uralten Bibliothek, die alle Geheimnisse des Universums beinhaltet, es heißt jedoch auch, dass die Schriften nur von Wesen gelesen werden können, die über größere Sprachkenntnisse verfügen, als es ein Bewohner des Matoranischen Universums jemals könnte." erwiederte Roku. "Hört sich doch vielversprechend an, oder?" fragte Yanchen lachend. *** "Das ist interessant, hier findet man Aufzeichungen zu allen Kriegen und großen Schlachten, die im Matoranischen Universum ausgetragen wurden. Ich frage mich nur, wie sie die Zerstörung des Universums überstanden haben, ohne selbst zerstört zu werden." sagte Yanchen beeindruckt, währnend sie die Buchrücken anstarrte. "Das ist in der Tat unmöglich, irgendetwas muss sie beschützt haben... wir sind sehr nah dran!" sagte Roku. Die beiden Toa schritten auf ein großes Bücherregal zu, das sich auf irgendeine Weise von den anderen Regalen unterschied. Die gesamte Bibliothek sah aus, als wäre das Universum noch intakt, alles war an seinem Platz und kein einziger Staubkorn schien durch die Luft zu fliegen, ja sogar die Fackeln waren noch tadellos an der Wand befestigt. Mit einem kleinen Feuerstrahl entzündete Roku die Fackeln und gab Yanchen eine davon, bevor er sich selbst eine holte. "Ich spüre, dass dieses Regal der Eingang zur Bibliothek ist... nein, ich sehe es!" sagte Yanchen, während sie ihre Maske der Psychometrie deaktivierte. "Die Halterung der Fackel, sie ist die Klinke, wir müssen sie betätigen!" sagte Yanchen. Als die beiden dies taten versank das Bücherregal im Boden und verwandelte sich in eine Treppe. "Ladies first..." sagte Roku und gab Yanchen ein Zeichen vorraus zu gehen. "Wovor hast du denn Angst? Das Universum ist tot, wer sollte sich hier schon aufhalten?" fragte Yanchen. Roku sah sie mit gezwungenem Lächeln an. Als Yanchen schon ein paar Schritte gegangen war spürte Roku die Anwesenheit einer dunklen Macht, konnte diese jedoch nicht ausfindig machen. "Nun ja, wenn dieser Ort überlebt hat... was hat dann wohl noch so alles überlebt?" fragte sich Roku leise. Die Treppe kam den beiden Toa endlos vor, doch schließlich kamen sie am Fuß der Treppe an und standen vor einer gewaltigen Tür aus massiver Protodermis. Die beiden merkten nicht, dass sie beobachtet wurden. "So, und wie öffnen wir diese Tür?" fragte Yanchen. "Hier auf der Tür befindet sich eine Inschrift... Das Letzte wird das Erste sein, das Erste wird das Letzte sein, doch beide müssen gleichzeitig sein.!" las Roku vor. "Was soll das bedeuten?" fragte Yanchen. "Ich weiß es nicht, aber ich weiß, dass Kyoshi diese Tür gebaut hat, in der Mitte der Tür befindet sich ihr Siegel. Aber was meint sie mit Letztes und Erstes? Lass uns ein Mal logisch nachdenken. Dieser Ort ist der Ort, an dem Kyoshi all ihre Aufzeichnungen aufbewahrt und folglich will sie nicht, dass irgendjemand ihn betritt, außer jemand, der klug genug ist ihr Rätsel zu entziffern." "Ja, Roku. Aber was soll das bedeuten?" "Überleg doch Mal. Kyoshi ist eine Toa, die alle Elemente beherrschen kann. Der Legende nach hat sie zuerst erlent das Feuer zu beherrschen. Ihr letztes Element war die Luft. Wenn wir es vertauschen können wir die Tür öffnen. Siehst du diese kleinen Ritzen in der Tür, durch diese Ritzen müssen wir unsere Elementarkräfte schicken, dann werden sie sich in dem Siegel von Kyoshi treffen, das genau in der Mitte der Tür ist." erklärte Roku. "Okay, versuchen wir es!" erwiederte Yanchen entschlossen. Einen Augenblick später war die Tür geöffnet. Hinter dieser Tür befand sich ein gewaltiger Raum, der ungefähr so groß war wie Ta-Metru. Staunend sahen sich die Toa den Raum an. "Merkst du das? In dieser Kammer ist es warm..." sagte Yanchen leise. Roku verschloss die Tür, er wollte auf keinen Fall, dass diese herrliche Wärme den Raum verließ. "Kyoshi hat diese Schule ganz allein gebaut? Sie ist gewaltig!" sagte Yanchen und das war in der Tat so. Die Schule war komplett kreisförmig und auf etwa der Hälfte der Wandhöhe befand sich eine Tafel, die sich über die ganze länge der Wand erstreckte. Auf dieser Tafel waren komplizierte Aufzeichnungen geschrieben. "Hey, merkst du das?" fragte Roku und löschte das Feuer der Fackeln. "Dieser Raum wird beleuchtet..." sagte Roku fasziniert. "Wie kann das sein?" "Ich weiß nicht Yanchen, aber ich weiß, dass Kyoshi bei der Konstruktion der Grube geholfen hat. Vielleicht hatte sie dort Zugang zu Techniken der Großen Wesen, vielleicht hat sie diese Techniken für ihre Schule benutzt. Vielleicht finden wir hier einen Hinweis über ihren Aufenthaltsort." sagte Roku. "Aber die Schriften, ich kann sie nicht lesen. Sie sind auf einer fremden Sprache geschrieben." "Devla Donja?" fragte Roku. "Das kann sein." antwortete Yanchen und holte einen Gegenstand aus ihrem Rückenbehälter. "Aber wieso sollte sie dann alles in ihrer Schule auf Donjanisch schreiben? Niemand außer sie hatte Zugang." sagte Yanchen und sah Roku an, dieser zuckte nur mit den Schultern. Yanchen gab Roku ihre Kanohi-Maske der Psychometrie und zog nun eine große Kanohi Rau auf, eine Maske der Übersetzung. "Und? Hast du etwas gefunden?" fragte Roku, Yanchen schüttelte den Kopf. Toa Roku erkundete den Raum und stieß dabei auf große Steintafeln mit Inschriften in der matoranischen Sprache. "Hey, ich hab hier Tafeln mit unserer Schrift gefunden, aber sie helfen nicht wirklich weiter." sagte Roku und erkundete weiter den Raum. Nun sah er, dass Türen in der Wand versteckt waren und betrat andere Räume. "Das ist unglaublich..." sagte Roku und rannte zu Yanchen. "Yanchen! Weist du was? Die Schule bewegt sich!" "Wie die Schule bewegt sich?" fragte Yanchen. "Dies ist die Hauptkammer, doch es gibt noch mindestens acht weitere Räume. Ich denke dies sollte ursprünglich Kyoshis Ausbildungsplatz für neue Toa werden, doch irgendwie hat das nicht geklappt. Die Schule dreht sich immer um die eigene Achse, sodass jeder Raum an einer bestimmten Tageszeit mit dem Eingang am Fuß der Treppe landet. Und einer dieser Räume ist zerstört... er ist total verwüstet. Es ist das Zimmer des Elements Feuer." erklärte Roku. "Zu welchem Zweck hat Kyoshi die Schule so konstruiert? Was ist hier vorgefallen und warum wurde die Schule nie benutzt?" "Yanchen, ich denke darauf kann uns nur Kyoshi eine Antwort geben." "Roku, sieh dir das an. Kyoshi hat hier ihre Lebensgeschichte aufgezeichnet. Das ist unglaublich, sie schreibt, dass sie auf einem Planeten war, der Devla Donja heißt und ihnen Hilfe versprochen hat. Ist das nicht der Planet von dem das Buch der Großen Wesen stammen soll?" fragte Yanchen. "Doch, aber wenn sie auf Devla Donja war... hat sie dann das Buch mitgenommen? Steht dort irgendetwas über das Buch?" fragte Roku. "Ja, dort steht, dass die Bestimmung in dem Buch niedergeschrieben wird und genau so passieren wird. Also hat derjenige, der das Buch hat, auch die Kontrolle über das Universum. Kyoshi sollte es den Großen Wesen geben, doch sie wusste, was sie damit vorhatten. Sie konnte es ihnen nicht überlassen und so nahm sie es mit in den Mata Nui Roboter. Niemand sollte das Buch je zu Gesicht bekommen, doch als sie merkte, dass die Bestimmung verrückt spielte, musste sie in das Buch schreiben." "Mich würde es wahnsinnig machen so viel Macht zu haben." entgegnete Roku. "Moment mal... die Schule dreht sich doch, oder?" fragte Roku, woraufhin Yanchen heftig nickte. "Wenn das so ist, wer sagt dann, dass der Eingang von Metru Nui der einzige Eingang ist. Vielleicht ist die Schule so aufgebaut, dass sie von jedem der acht Eingänge zu einer Bestimmten Tageszeit betreten werden kann. Jede Tür hat denselben Abstand, das heißt, immer wenn ein Tor geöffnet ist, sind alle Tore geöffnet. Wir müssen nachsehen wohin die Zugänge führen." "Aber wieso?" fragte Yanchen. "Ich weiß es nicht, ich habe einfach so ein Gefühl." sagte Roku und ging zielstrebig auf ein Regal zu, das sich in der Mitte der Kammer erhob. "Es ruft nach mir, Yanchen! Es ruft nach mir, es ruft so laut, ich kann es nicht unterdrücken. Das Buch ist hier und es verlangt nach mir, ich muss schreiben, ich bin dazu bestimmt!" "Nein Roku! Dieses Buch wird dir den Verstand rauben und du wirst alles zerstören, was der Bund des Lebens zu retten versucht!" schrie Yanchen, doch bevor sie Roku aufhalten konnte, wurde sie von einer Wand aus Feuer getroffen und durch den Raum geschleudert, schwer verletzt blieb sie am Boden liegen. "Ich kann nicht anders, es ist meine Bestimmung!" sagte Roku und öffnete das Buch. Werter Leser, wer auch immer du bist. Lese dieses Buch und führe es weise fort. Achte auf deine Wortwahl und darauf was du dir wünscht, denn es wird in Erfüllung gehen. Dieses Buch wird nie ein Ende finden. Vergangene Ereignisse werden gelöscht, um Platz für neues zu schaffen. Die Bestimmung ist unberechenbar, doch sie liegt in deiner Hand. Dies waren die ersten Zeilen, die Roku las. "Das Buch hat Recht... ich werde schreiben... ich werde Gavoraks Kapitel umschreiben... niemals wird sie die Herrschaft an sich reißen, niemals. Kyoshi hat Devla Donja hilfe Versprochen... nun, die wird ankommen..." sagte Roku und schrieb in das Buch. Wenige Minuten später schlug er es zu und weckte Yanchen. "Ich habe es getan, ich habe meine Bestimmung erfüllt - nun ja... nicht ganz, aber ich brauche deine Hilfe." "Wobei?" fragte Yanchen benommen. "Die Bestimmung hat mich gefordert. Das Buch muss nach Karzahni... und deine Luftkräfte wird es dort hinbringen. In zwei Minuten werden die Tore für drei Minuten offen sein. Wir werden das Buch mit Hilfe deiner Luftkräfte durch den Tunnel schleudern, der nach Karzahni führt. Dann werden wir diese Schule verlassen und darauf warten, dass wieder jemand in das Buch schreibt, denn das ist das einzige, das wir jetzt noch tun können." sagte Roku. Und so geschah es auch. ENDE!
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