The Other Way

"Gather around my captors! I will tell you my story, and hopefullygetoutofthisplaceandkillthewretchtoaofplantlife. Just in case your wondering I tend to... babble! Yes, babble. Hehe"

- Estrwen to The Makeshift Militia This is Nezorus' very first full-on backstory. Ironically it centers on a large villain within his story. A shadow matoran who came to have the power he now wields. And the reason why he's so full of hatred.

Story
Within a dark room stood a shadow matoran to it's center with six beings all circling him. Two seemed hesistant with how he was captured. While another two of the biomechanics circling the matoran were confused with whether this way of the matoran captured seemed wise or not. The shadow matoran seemed to show signs of boredom and impatience, itching to know what on earth the six biomechanics planned on doing with him. He couldn't take it anymore.

"What in the entire Solis Magna System do you want with me?" Sounding irritated with the sounds of silence, something he was not accustom to. "Are you planning to make me squeal, cause Im not sure it this would help–" He was cut off as he felt the moisture from his throat leave him, although it wasn't enough to make him choke, it stopped his chatter, with him coughing excessively to restore moisture.

The largest of them all, although didn't shows signs of leadership obviously was in charge of the interrogation. The warden seemed like a hulking rahi, yet too alien to even be native to either of Spherus Magna or Circui Magna. "I'll be asking the questions here, Matoran." Saying the last word with an unusual sour taste to it. "We are not here to learn of your weaknesses, your strength, desires, and whatever other blasted thing that might be going on in that head of yours," He hissed, a hordika that was standing behind him immediately intervene, perhapes in fear his friend would've ripped the shadow matoran to pieces. Suprisingly he seemed to keep his rahi-like emotions under control as he spoke to their prisoner.

"listen, Estrwen, you could be dodging a lot of bullets here if you would tell us why you want to kill our friend here so badly." The hordika pointed towards a Toa of Plantlife whom showed signs of pity, for the shadow matoran. Estrwen craned his neck, snorting as he looked towards the very toa whom he desired to kill so badly.

"And why should I explain everything to you?" Estrwen questioned.

TBC....