IC: Zueya trudged through the snow, carrying an unconscious matoran in her arms, pulling a sled of three more. On either side, ko-matoran marched: one had an arm in a sling, and the other's mask was so bandaged the only thing sticking out was his telescopic eye. Aelied appeared next to her; she had long since grown used to her master doing that. "It's not long, only about half an hour's walk away." The young Vo-Toa nodded, her vision clouded by her own breath. With that, her master turned, and teleported away once again. She saw him appear in the distance, before turning again and disappeared again. She didn't mind carrying everything; Aelied didn't like to admit it, but he wasn't the most fit of Toa. And on top of that, the cold wasn't doing him any favors. She wondered if this was another aspect of his training her; she remembered what training she had before awaking in Ta-Wahi: esoteric exercises designed to awaken her mask power. Being asked to do the impossible, and falling short. Aelied saw the oupost; the small snowstorm almost obscured it. In his scouting, he had seen refugees being taken into the station and loaded up onto the cable car. He was sure they would help these refugees. His appearance hopefully wouldn't surprise them, either, since the elder Bo-Toa saw that he had been spotted during his observations of the outpost. He blinked down to the closest thing to a door he could find, and rapped the Greenstaff against it several times in succession. "We have wounded refugees coming soon!" he shouted, praying to Mata Nui his conclusions were correct.