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#710223 Tahnok

Posted by Djokson on Jul 29 2014 - 08:27 AM

You wake one, and you wake them all.




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The Bohrok are by far my favorite Bionicle sets, and Tahnok gets the title of favorite set, because that's the one I got back in 2002. Hyped up bu the now very likely return of the line and some of the other reinterpretations of classic characters that have popped up recently, I was inspired to take a shot at rebuilding one.


Their faces always confused me though, never was quite sure how I was supposed to read their facial features. They're usually described as being insectoid in nature though, a swarm, so I took some liberties and made my interpretation slightly buglike.


The Va was more of an afterthought, an accessory to the Tahnok. It was built really quickly and not much effort went into it but I'm still pleased with the result.


Well that's it for my ranting. Thanks for taking a look!


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#757537 Legacy

Posted by Funcle K. on Oct 13 2014 - 08:52 AM



Initial impressions of the 2015 Toa had me thinking they were at least twice the size of the Toa Mata. Obviously that isn't true, but

since Lewa 2015 looks more like a Mayan Statue or jungle protector than Lewa I thought it would be funny to see him reprimanding

his former self for romping around the jungle and uprooting plants. This was a pretty quick drawing, I wanted to do something sketchy

that was more relaxing than taxing. (I also had to keep it secret from my daughter since I do plan on surprising her with some Toa for

her birthday so she no longer needs to put her mitts on mine!) I missed coloring one of the leaves, but it's water off my back now!

Progress Images


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#712005 Project MNOG 3D

Posted by specsowl on Jul 31 2014 - 10:51 PM



Hello BZP! MNOG III: Destinies (aka MNOG3D) is now available to download the Pre-Alpha!


Follow the link here to download the ZIP 

PC: https://dl.dropboxus...reAlpha_WIN.zip

MAC: https://dl.dropboxus...reAlpha_MAC.zip

LINUX: https://dl.dropboxus...Alpha_Linux.zip

  • Tons of villagers to talk with
  • Classic Music
  • Beautiful visuals (still being worked on)
  • Exploration of Ga-Koro like never before!

Here are a few screens of things to look forward to!
Old Progress:
Hey guys. I have a feeling some BZPower-ers have seen this on youtube. However, I made this 3D scene of Po-Koro a while ago and was thinking about getting back into it. Anyways let me know what you think!

Show your support!







Q: What IS MNOG3D?
A: It is an entirely new 3D explorer game that takes place on Mata-Nui after the Rahkshi attacks and before the move to Metru-Nui. It is styled to look and feel similar to Templar Studio's Mata-Nui Online Games
Q: Does it have a story?
A: Yes. It is an original story but I cannot disclose any more at this time.
Q: What software do I use?
A: For modeling I use Maya, for texturing a combination of Substance Designer and Photoshop, and for rendering either the game engine or just for presentation, Marmoset 2.
Q:What engine will this run on?
A: It will run on the Unity Engine. Not the best looking engine but able to run on mobile devices like Android and IOS as well as in a computer browser so that EVERYONE can play this version of MNOG anywhere they want.
Q: How hard is this to do?
A: Depends. The modeling to me is fairly easy. Well really it all is. It just takes a lot of time. Many beginners try and jump in without the boring planning (and I am frequently guilty of this). You also have to be VERY patient and not give up.
Q:What is the end goal?
A: The end goal is to essentially have an explorable Mata-Nui in 3D available to play on your Android and IOS device as well as in your own browser. It won't be MNOG or MNOG II but something fan made, though as true to the story as one can get. I'm not revealing much more information though.

Current Staff:
specsowl (Ryle)
     Tattorack (Kuki)
     doodleloot (Kodi)

     Vorred (Vorred)
     JDJackson (Jakon)
     Thau Nvua (Thau)


     Shadow Destroyer



"In times of peace, the people seem to forget their Unity, they forget their Duties, and now, more than ever, they forget their Destiny. Perhaps it is up to you to remind them of what they once were, and what they will become." --Turaga Vakama, MNOG3: Destinies
Follow us on twitter @MNOG3D!

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#782000 Wairuha Master of Wisdom

Posted by Aanchir on Nov 17 2014 - 02:33 PM



(Images link to Flickr)

I was lucky enough to get some of the new BIONICLE sets from The LEGO Group to review for New Elementary. I've mostly finished writing the reviews for the three Toa sets I received, and they will be posted to the site in the weeks to come. In the meantime, I thought I'd share something I created from their parts a couple days ago.

A few weeks ago my brother Lyichir and I created this concept. I loved the way it looked on LEGO Digital Designer, but when I went to build it in real life I was less than successful. The shoulder joints did not have enough friction to support the weapons I designed for it, which caused them to dangle and collide with the gears of the feet. The neck also turned out to be too long, given that the new Mask of Jungle has a smaller chin than I had anticipated.

My brother and I spent some time trying to polish that model up, but in the end we ended up starting over from scratch. That allowed us to not only use a greater percentage of the parts at our disposal, but also create a model that is much better at supporting its own weight and the weight of its weapons.

This model stands 35 modules tall (about the same height as the original Toa Kaita), uses 190 pieces, and includes gear functions for its arms and legs. The weapons are inspired by those of the original Toa Kaita Wairuha from 2001.

This model is an entry in the November 2014 BZPower Flickr Contest! Voting begins on Thursday, November 20, so if you like this model, please show your support!
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#756180 No more Giant Robots

Posted by fishers64 on Oct 11 2014 - 06:50 PM








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#747051 Bionicle Style Guide

Posted by Torsti on Sep 29 2014 - 04:05 PM

 Hello everybody.


 Thought I'd share this little thing I got when I was interning at the Bionicle design office in Billund in 2007. I was there for three months as a industrial design intern and helped with the 2009 Glatorian line. I actually designed Tarix. On my last day they wanted to give me something as a parting gift, so one of the guys took me down to this storage room and found this thing and gave it to me.


 Included in the guide is the sixty page guide it self, including two cd's with digital info (never played). A bag with Bionicle parts to make a Turahk figure (never opened) plus the instructions. A videotape with a short intro about Bionicle (never played). A small synopsis booklet, around 15 pages telling the story of the Bionicle warriors and legend. And then there is a folded A2 poster with a map of the Bionicle world with a big Bionicle logo on the backside. 


 I have included some photos...The first picture is the box it comes in. Picture two is the really nice outer case. Three is the outer case open. Pic four is the stuff that comes in the guide. Pic five is the Turahk figure bag and instructions. Number six is the video cassette. Pic seven is the small synopsis booklet. Eight is the folded poster and nine is the same poster unfolded.


 I found this thing again in my storage room last week and started looking around the net for more info on it, but found almost nothing. Only a few pictures of a beat up copy of the style guide folder it self with the pages but no cd's.

 But what I did find was this forum and judging by the looks of it, you guys really like Bionicle :) I can upload some more pictures if you want a closer look. Just tell me what you want to see. I don't think I want to sell this thing, but if you have any idea on worth, then I'm all ears. It's in super mint condition.

 Cheers and have a nice day.







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#757456 Bionicle 2015 Animation Wallpapers

Posted by Vezok's Friend on Oct 13 2014 - 04:49 AM

1920x1080 Wallpapers of the 2015 Toa in the new animation style. I've been toying with the idea of making Bionicle wallpapers for each element for quite a while and after LEGO was kind enough to upload the presentation slides of the NYCC panel on social media, it finally happened =)









Hope you enjoy and that these help pass the time until January 2015 a bit!



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#731257 BIONICLE Confirmed for 2015

Posted by Hapori Tohu on Sep 08 2014 - 08:01 AM

When LEGO started building its websites for next year, they didn't consider me and my masterful skills of educated URL guessing. This picture is already on the servers of LEGO.com and will be a thumbnail on the LEGO.com Products section linking to BIONICLE.com when it returns. At this point I think we can state without a doubt that BIONICLE is indeed returning next year. What does that golden mask represent, though? Let the speculation begin! Of course, I'll keep you updated if I happen to find more images like this.

View the full article
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#703743 Tamaru - Jungle Defender

Posted by Makaru on Jul 15 2014 - 10:53 PM


[Flickr Gallery]

Le-Koro Matoran Tamaru. After the Toa defeated the Bohrok, All the inhabitants of Mata Nui joined in a wondrous celebration. To commemorate the event, The Matoran rebuilt themselves from frail, helpless Tohunga into strong and capable warriors.
One Matoran, Tamaru, took a risk and rebuilt herself into a sleeker form than her Le-Matoran brothers. Since then, many other Matoran rallied behind her courage and sought to discover who they were, outside of the expectations of their village code.

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#657286 WANTED: Who changed my member title without telling me?

Posted by Black Six on Mar 22 2014 - 10:59 AM

Your title has been removed. We will do our best to make sure you do not get a custom member title in the future for any reason to avoid such a situation from happening again.
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#702795 Toa Lewa

Posted by DeeVee on Jul 14 2014 - 01:03 AM

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So this goes along with the Onua MOC I made a few months ago. I'm slowly working my way through all the Toa, and this is Lewa!
One of my goals with these is to give them forms that represent their elements a bit more. Onua had that industrial-punk, mole vibe, and I've tried to give Lewa a spritely, trickstery, agile, flighty look to represent a lot of traditional characterizations of air elementals in fiction. He's a young, jovial, agile guy with big hands for swinging through forests and jungles.
This one was far more challenging than Onua, as Lewa uses as a main colour basic LEGO green, which, as we all know, has been absent in constraciton sets for a very long time. This made his colour-scheme much harder, so I had to improvise with black and grey. Think of the black as a cloth wrap covering parts of his limbs.
The slight hunch is due to the MNOLG. In his first appearance, Lewa comes out of the shadows and his head moves sideways and forward almost unnaturally. This image of Lewa has always stuck with me, and it really seems to fit the more lemur-y or monkey-ish vibe parts of the MOC were going for, and was really the key to the whole MOC.
That is a makoki stone piece around his neck in the picture with the golden miru. And the infected mask is indeed painted, I did that probably a good 12 years ago now (wow).
So, uh, hey.
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#762275 Battle for the Gold Mask Competition!

Posted by Tufi Piyufi on Oct 19 2014 - 09:16 PM


Bionicle's back! Well, it's not "on-the-shelves" back yet, perhaps. There's still a couple months to look over all that gorgeous concept art and watch some masks get made and read up on just who these heroes are. You've got your sleepy hulkster, your warrior-joker, your speedster trying to outrun the dark...

You've got almost everything, but for one element: you don't have your villain yet. And what do we do when there's a gap to be filled? We build!

Your latest mission, bestowed by none other than LEGO, is to build a villain. Build them mean, build them wicked, and build them like you've never built before: this party doesn't stop at the edge of BZPower. Judges will select the semi-finalists and finalists from BZPower and the five other sites in the contest (RusBionicle, ReBrick, Eurobricks, Le Club Bionifigs, and Pockyland), and the top entry from each site will be in the running for a 14k gold Bionicle mask!

Make sure to read the official contest rules carefully. Some rules may look familiar, but don't make any costly assumptions. If you have any questions at all, be sure to ask.

You've got until December 1 to enter the contest. Get to it!



Multi-Site LEGO® Bionicle® Battle for the Gold Mask Competition - OFFICIAL RULES


To celebrate the coming relaunch of LEGO® Bionicle®, The LEGO Group is teaming up with BZPower, RusBionicle, Bionifigs, Pockyland, EuroBricks and our own LEGO ReBrick to conduct an epic building competition where the winner from each site will go head-to-head for the grand prize of a 14k gold Bionicle mask! We invite you to build the baddest villain you can imagine! The winner on each site will win a set of the 6 new Bionicle heroes, signed by the designer. 2nd prize on each site will be 3 sets and 3rd prize will be one set.

The competition will begin October 20, 2014, 12 p.m. CEST and ends December 1, 2014, 12 p.m. CET. If you’re not sure what time zone you’re in, here’s a time zone converter.

How to enter
To enter, you have to create a villain using a minimum of 75% LEGO® Constraction/Technic bricks and no more than 25% System bricks. You submit photos of your villain to the site where you wish to enter. It is allowed to submit your creation to multiple sites. It is also allowed to submit multiple entries. You may build in LDD, but we will only accept rendered versions of the LDD files.

You must be a member of the site on which you enter and you must sign up according to the individual terms and conditions of that site.

Entries cannot be revised or altered once submitted, so give us your very best photography right from the start.

How to win
Anyone can submit multiple entries to the challenge, but only one (1) entry per person will be considered when the final winners are selected.

Each site will have 5 semi-finalists. These semi-finalists will be chosen from all entries by a jury of judges, including one representative from each community. These semi-finalist judges are:
  • Sara Moore, LEGO ReBrick.com
  • Alexander (VBBN), EuroBricks
  • Eddy (Exo 6), Le Club Bionifigs
  • Rack, Pockyland
  • tahu_nuva, RusBionicle
  • Black Six, BZPower
All semi-finalists will be sent for judging by the LEGO jury, which will chose first, second and third place winners for each site. . The LEGO Group reserves the right to add additional submissions of their choosing from each site. Then, from among the first place winners on each site, the LEGO jury will choose the overall winner. The jury will consist of Lead Designer for Bionicle Cerim Manovi, Assistant Marketing Manager Kari Vinther Nielsen and Junior Designer Nicolaas Vás.

The winning entries will be judged by the jury upon:
  • Overall coolness and creativity
  • Inspired originality
  • Uniqueness
  • Creative use of parts
We want you to make your villain as amazing as possible. However, you need to consider the following when creating your villain:
  • Villains containing or depicting contemporary military vehicles or weapons will not be eligible for the competition
  • Villains containing defamatory or degrading elements will not be eligible for the competition
  • Copies of/or in other ways infringements relating to any existing third party property or any other intellectual property right will not be eligible for the competition
  • Use of any toy parts not produced by the LEGO Group will result in your villain being disqualified
  • Entry villains should show your creation only, and should not show recognizable features of any person or any commercial product other than LEGO Products
  • Entries that are obscene, vulgar, sexually explicit, pornographic, lewd, derogatory, inappropriate, or otherwise not in good taste, as determined by the LEGO Group in their sole discretion, will not be eligible for the competition
  • You can enter something you’ve published elsewhere before the start of the contest, but we encourage you to build a new MOC worthy of a gold mask
  • Entries must not contain LEGO elements which have been modified from their original form (this includes painted elements)
  • Your entry must be least 75% Constraction/Technic and a maximum of 25% System elements
  • Any cheating or harassment of other participates will result in disqualification from the competition
  • Entries must be made by the user submitting the entry
The judging will begin December 1, 2014 and the winners will be announced on each site before December 25, and the overall grand prizewinner of the gold mask will be announced by January 12, 2015. The odds of winning will depend on the skill and talent of the entrant, and on the number of eligible contest entries received during each contest period.

The winners on each site and the overall winner will be contacted directly by The LEGO Group and TLG will provide the prizes for all sites.

The original, long-form rules which reside on LEGO ReBrick are the official rules and will supersede all other versions of the rules found on any of the participating sites.

Prize Details
Prizes will be awarded as follows:

On each site:
1st prize – 6 new Bionicle heroes, signed by the designer
2nd prize – 3 selected Bionicle heroes
3rd prize – 1 selected Bionicle hero

The overall winner, chosen from among the 6 winners. will receive a unique 14 karat gold Bionicle mask, only available through this competition. 

Who May Participate
The Competition is international and open to entrants worldwide, except as noted below, who are 13 years of age or older at the time their Entry is submitted. The Challenge is not open to residents of Cuba, Iran, North Korea, Myanmar/Burma, Zimbabwe, Sudan, Syria, any other U.S. sanctioned country and where prohibited or restricted by law. The Competition is not open to residents of the Canadian province of Quebec.

Employees, officers, and directors of the LEGO Group of Companies, and their affiliates, subsidiaries, advertising and promotion agencies, and immediate family members and/or those living in the same household, are not eligible to participate.
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#638993 Wyldstyle Cosplay

Posted by Nukaya on Feb 10 2014 - 03:27 AM

I made a Wyldstyle cosplay for The LEGO Movie! Wyldstyle is super awesome, and who wouldn't want to be her?
For the hoodie I bought a giant men's hoodie and chopped it and reassembled it to fit me and also added the pink lining to the hood. To make the design, I sketched out the pattern and traced it onto contact paper. I then gave it a layer of white paint to help the colours appear brighter, and then added the pink and blue. I have some in progress shots on my phone that I'll upload later that show some of how I made it.
The wig is just a plain black wig that I added coloured extensions to. The ponytail was really difficult to create with a wig, I discovered, but I used a LEGO rubberband to keep it together because oops, who needs to own real hair bands? It will need a bit of work for future use, especially given that these photos are after I was wearing it for several hours, so it just all went *poof* and became a hot mess.
I am planning to make the pants and shoes at a later date, because oops, didn't have time and we were slightly snowed in. Definitely planning on taking this to some LEGO and comic conventions!
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#723823 Toa Tahu

Posted by DeeVee on Aug 23 2014 - 06:20 PM

The goal with Tahu was for him to be a little more mannered looking than Lewa. Tahu is fire, he's destructive, powerful, lithe, ancient, but also contained and wise. His anger and self-control were a pivotal part of the original character, so I wanted a design that mimicked the idea of a containment suit. The idea here is that his power is contained, channeled through the sword and palms. He always struck me as stern, a powerful leader with anger and power just under the surface, but instead of rage, his wisdom allows him (generally) to channel his power appropriately.
I probably haven't mentioned that these revamps are more sketch-MOCs, quick builds instead of super serious models.So while unfortunately, the parts on the abdomen only come in grey or black, and the parts holding those only come in grey, I'm not terribly bothered by the colour inconsistency. I had to work grey into the colour scheme, so think of it as the mechanical detail underlying the entire character.
I know a bunch of you won't like the bohrok feet elbows; I don't care.
More photos: Flickr for all three
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#760535 Feminizing BIONICLE

Posted by Makaru on Oct 17 2014 - 01:38 PM

Maybe the focus on "feminizing" Gali and other female characters should be less in how she looks and more in how she's written.

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#739460 Solid Gold Mask of Creation

Posted by Bfahome on Sep 19 2014 - 10:44 PM



Second prize will be a mask made of raw magic.


The magic of imagination.


There is no second place, losers.

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#738618 LEGO Officially Announces the Return of BIONICLE

Posted by Roki on Sep 19 2014 - 10:24 AM

Gathered friends, listen again to our legend of the BIONICLE.

Welcome back.

- Roki

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#736989 Tahu T.O.A. Unit

Posted by Onyx.5 on Sep 16 2014 - 08:09 PM




We are proud to present our newest paramilitary product, the Techno Organic Armor unit, or TOA. Made as a supplementary full body armour system that easily fits over a standard issue Motor Assisted Techno Organic Reaction Axiom Nervesuit, a TOA unit is a composite of high strength metalic cladding and exo skeleton components, combined with muscle cell cultures grown from a DNA sample of the TOA's designated pilot. When a designated pilot that has undergone full TOA certification and registration enters their designated unit, the muscle cells "fuse" with the pilot, allowing for direct neural control of the unit and enhancement of the pilot's strength and stamina. Undifferentiated cell cultures contained within the TOA unit grant it amazing regenerative capabilities, allowing for easy replacement of damaged components and limbs in the field, without the need for advanced medical or biotechnology training. Because all living cell components are derived from pilot DNA, in the event of catastrophic system failure or loss, a replacement TOA unit can be grown, and the pilot reconditioned for subsequent redeployment. TOA units are built with only the most advanced digital and organic security features, with bioinformatic feedback and DNA recognition as a design paradigm. TOA units will never activate for any adversary that gains physical access to the unit. Your control is assured, from cell to circuit™. No matter whether you're ensuring the security of your assets and personell or enacting a proactive interests protection plan, act with confidence: act with TOA. Product rollout to selected enforcement agencies is scheduled to begin soon!

Note: Because cell cultures will reject all organisms attempting to access the unit that are not the designated pilot, TOA units may not be transferred between pilots. This is by design. We strongly recommend against attempting activation of a TOA unit with any person who is not the designated pilot for that unit. If you require additional TOA pilots, please aqcuire individual TOA units and TOA operation certification for each additional pilot desired.
Note: Please allow several minutes for fusion and diffusion of cell cultures at the activation and deactivation of the unit, respectively.
Note: Images shown are for demonstration purposes only, and may not reflect the final product. All designs subject to change.

Edit: Well, everyone, you've twisted my arm. Here's a new Tahu drawing, featuring exlusive guest star Lewa.
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#754870 Once more unto the breach (Bionicle 2015 take 2)

Posted by Vezok's Friend on Oct 10 2014 - 09:16 AM



It seems I was gone for quite a while. But just like the legends return, so do I and I bring along new art.


Edit: Seems I was a bit overeager in posting. But since we have the actual reveals from NYCC now I checked with B6 and this is now cleared to be posted.




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#671916 Transformations

Posted by GSR on Apr 28 2014 - 09:30 PM

[Note: Until recently, this was missing all its quotation marks, apostrophes, and dashes due to a bug.  Should be all fixed now!]




Walls, as a rule, are not meant to explode.


Unfortunately, Tahtorak are not known for their law-abiding natures, and so the east wall of the Piraka Stronghold went rather off-script.


As the Tahtorak stormed off into the distance, a figure, tall and not quite a Toa, stepped through the hole her companion had so generously provided and looked up at the sky.


Krahka breathed deep, the flat of her nose shifting as she did.  The stench of the Piraka’s base was a cavalcade of sour decay and bitter ashes, but beyond that –


Salt and sea.


“Told you,” she muttered after the vanishing figure of the Tahtorak.


For an instant, her body did something that bodies were not supposed to – it was far too small for its skin, or perhaps the other way around – and then where a not-quite-Toa had stood, a not-quite-Gukko took flight. 


Metru Nui’s prodigal daughter had been away for too long.




Her wings were shaky, her flaps unbalanced, but at least she was flying again.  There was no telling how long she’d spent locked in that nightmare, but it was far too long for a shapeshifter to stay in one form.  Some little piece of her mind kept reaching for arms and legs that weren’t there, and it took a combination of instinct and conscious rebalancing to keep herself going. 


Both up, then both down – no need to overthink things.  Her beak tried to smirk.  Well, how about this.  Whole sentences without the dark screaming into your mind.  What a pleasant change of pace.


It got easier as she went – the imprint of the Toa Metru was fading from her mind, and old memories of soaring with the other Gukko came to her if not in picture then at least in action.  A familiar pride rose in her chest as her motions became more and more fluid.  


That’s it.  Remember who you are.  A Krahka, not some Toa floundering in the shadows.


She redoubled herself; the wind was at her back, and if she was where she thought, she could be at the city by dusk.  Toa floundering in shadows, indeed.  I hope they’ve saved me a few Visorak to crush.  The not-smirk widened.  Maybe even Roodaka herself, if I’m lucky.


And if they had failed – well, Toa didn’t fail.  It was one of the things that made them so irritating.  But if they had failed, that made six new, very powerful Rahi who could use a leader.  And maybe she could find it in her heart to lend her new brothers a hand if they weren’t too spidery.  It might even be nice, having a few others to help marshal the Rahi.


She let herself daydream as she flew, reveling in the clarity of thought that accompanied her freedom.  She would have to make sure everything was in order, of course, but then? Maybe it was time to crash open the archives, or to remind the Matoran who had fought for that city of theirs while they were sleeping.  Perhaps those Toa would finally agree to give her and her brothers and sisters a piece of their world-


The city came rushing at her over the horizon, and any daydreams of Rahi rebellion faded away with it.  Even at a distance, she could see that accursed webbing was gone.  Toa.  Always too good at their jobs.


Yet as her home grew closer, and her gaze fell upon the dust of ages that lined its towers, she suddenly found herself wondering if that was quite true.




She stayed up high for her first pass over the city; it was easy enough to see that the great transport chutes had long since collapsed, and that the buildings at the city’s outskirt were crumbling with disrepair.  Her eyes darted from street to street, looking for any sign of life – a rambling Mahi, a stumbling Matoran, anything – and found only silence.  Confusion and anger gnawed away at her.  What had happened here? Surely the Toa had defeated the Visorak, but – why was her city falling to ruin?


There was a distant cry beneath her, and she turned and swooped down towards it, coming to land on the edge of a Le-Metru rooftop.  In the street below, two Matoran – was it her imagination, or had their bodies changed since she’d left? – had bumped into each other and were scrambling after a bundle of fruits that had gone spilling down the street.  Krahka pulled her wings closer to her and narrowed her gaze.  Here, at least, was life, apparently unfazed by the city’s change.  Now that she looked further up the street, to the core of the city, she could see a few other Matoran going about their business.  Curiouser and curiouser. 


Before she could take off again, she saw the two Matoran jump to attention.  The door of the building she was perched on had swung open, and a stubbly green Turaga she had never seen before had stepped out into the street.  She craned her neck to hear, shifting the Gukko’s ears into an Ice Bat’s.


“-just be more foot-careful, Tamaru.  We still haven’t gotten the tree-gardens growing again yet, and we don’t want to make any more quick-returns than we have to.”


“Sorry, Turaga Matau-“


Matau? She blinked.  Wasn’t that name – it was! Onewa, Matau, Nokama, Nuju, Whenua, Va- blast it, what was it? – Vakama.


On the street below her, Matau said his goodbyes and turned to make his way towards the coliseum.  Krahka narrowed her eyes.  Something was very wrong with her city.




None of them thought much of a Gukko perched atop the balcony outside; Matau spent a few minutes trying to shoo her, and Nuju chirped at her in a passable, if rather foul-mouthed, attempt at Gukko, but soon Dume (the proper Dume, not the one whose scent had been tinged with something foul) beckoned his other Turaga to ignore the bird outside.  Onewa looked back at her once, and she made a point of matching his gaze until he, too, turned away.


The Turaga’s conversation made little sense to her; they spoke of islands and “Toa Nuva”, of the Great Spirit, of disaster and prophecy.  Eventually, the group fell quiet.


It was Onewa who broke the silence first.  “How long has it been?”


In time, Dume answered for the rest.  “Two weeks and four days.”


“And since the Toa Nuva left?” Matau murmured.  ‘Nuva’ again. Teams of Toa had come and gone over the years, but that was a title she had never heard.


“Three weeks and six days.”


Onewa stared straight ahead, at a point in the wall between Nokama and Vakama’s head; Krahka could see the others finding their own ways to avoid each others’ gazes.


“And Takanuva?” Nokama asked.  “Has he reported anything to any of you?”


“Nothing,” Vakama replied.  Krahka shuffled her wings in irritation; would it kill these Toa - these Turaga to say anything directly for once?


Onewa looked down to the ground, and for a moment it seemed he would say something.  Krahka waited for him to speak up, to cut through this inexplicable tension.


He did not.



The sun had slipped over the horizon by the time the meeting was over, and the sight of the city sinking into the darkness put Krahka on edge.  The crumbling architecture seemed even more sinister than before, and – how had she not noticed sooner? – the air was tinged with a stale rot, the sort of smell she would expect to find in the long-abandoned remains of a Rahkshi den.  At the edge of her senses, she could hear scuffles that might be the noise of her brothers and sisters prowling the empty streets.


Or perhaps she couldn’t.  In the darkness, she had heard the voices of other Rahi whispering to her more times than she could count.  Who was to say this city wasn’t itself false, the product of a mind worn down to nothingness-


I say.  She breathed deep and tasted the city.  This is real, and that prison is past now.  And if I were to go mad, I would seek refuge in the city I knew, not this – graveyard.


She glanced down.  Onewa was hobbling down the streets of Po-Metru far below her.  And you, Toa.  Whatever befell this city, did it take you as well?


She looked back up the street; at the corner, a flat, sturdy set of Po-Matoran apartments was nestled between a broken chute station and a run-down storefront.  A Po-Matoran was sitting on its steps, carving away at something.  Krahka’s eyes narrowed.  There was one way to find out.




His room was surprisingly empty, devoid of the trinkets the Matoran seemed so fond of collecting.  A spare staff lay in the corner, and a few rough-hewn stone spheres were settled at the foot of the bed, but other than that there was little to suggest it as the home of any leader.  Krahka sniffed the air as she hopped down from the windowsill; his scent was there, but only barely.


She closed her eyes and let the image of the Turaga float into her mind.  The first shift was always the most difficult, but –


There was a gasp of air, and it was done.  She stretched an arm out experimentally; the muscle and metal clicked together wearily, and her fingers separated with a faint whine that ran up her arm.  So weak.  How can he stand it?  On a whim, she shifted her other arm to match his old Toa form, and it blossomed into being, sturdy and strong; the difference was unnerving.


From below her, the clunking, slow sound of someone climbing the stairs came floating up.  On a lark, she let her arm return to the Turaga’s form and grabbed the spare staff from where it lay, then turned to face the window as the door behind her creaked open.


She heard a gasp, then a muted curse.  “Mata Nui take it, Hafu.  Gift-giving is no excuse for breaking and entering, no matter how good the statue-“


Krahka turned and looked him over.  “Hafu? Is that his name? You top-dwellers are always so fussy about the names of everything.”


To his credit, his knees were slow enough to give out that she had time enough to catch him.  “Come on,” she chided, “this body is weak, but it’s not that bad.”


The Turaga lifted his head weakly and smiled.  “Hello, Krahka.”




They sat themselves on his bed; at his insistence, she shifted form again to Nokama’s.  He gave a low chuckle.  “Try it as a Turaga.  It’s going to be hard enough explaining things if someone walks in on me and Turaga Nokama; it’s going to be impossible if someone walks in on me and Toa Nokama.”


Krahka shrugged – Turaga were such worriers – and a moment later she was tossing the extra staff back and forth in Nokama’s shrunken hands.  “So strange, you Toa,” she said.  “You shift shapes nearly as often as I do.  I think I preferred your forms the second time, even if they were a little more Visorak than I’d like.”


“Well,” he said, and she could hear his voice trembling, “we were made to be Matoran, not Rahi.”


She grinned.  “Really? There was a half-Rahi Toa I met once who wasn’t bad at wrangling Tahtorak.”


“And there was a Rahi I met once who tried being a Toa and did quite a job of it.”


“I know,” she said, spinning the staff between her fingers for a few seconds before she grabbed hold of it.  “Maybe a better job than the actual Toa, going by this city.”


He flinched the slightest at that, and she felt a moment of satisfaction and pity.  At least the Turaga was ashamed of what had happened to this place.


“The Visorak are gone,” he said roughly.  “Long gone.  And Roodaka and Sidorak with them.”


“A pity,” she said.  “I would’ve liked to crush that little neck of hers myself.” 


If he was surprised at her choice of words, he hid it well.  He had been staring at her ever since they’d sat down, as though he was still unsure of if she was actually there, and truth be told it was starting to grate on her nerves a bit.  It was time to start getting some answers.  “So,” she said bluntly, “how long has it been?”


That startled him, and she caught the hesitation before he said, quietly, “A thousand years.”


She mulled the number over in her head.  She had dwelt in this city far longer than that, but – it was too long.  Even without the Visorak’s meddling, much could happen in a thousand years.  Any of her brothers or sisters trapped in the Archives that long without supervision would have surely perished.  If the Rahkshi had been left unchecked, it was possible they had spread their infections –


His face was contorting with worry.  “Not too bad, then,” she said, unsure of why she was lying.  “Though it seems to have been a very – eventful time.”


The Turaga gave a tired laugh.  “Perhaps not as much as you would think.”


His voice sounded eerily resigned, like the cries of a trapped Mahi in the Archives’ chambers, and it set her on edge.  “You’ve changed, Onewa,” she said.  “And I don’t mean that you’ve simply continued to shrink.”


“I have, and so have my fellow Toa.”


“Everything save me, then.”  A fear she couldn’t explain was wrapping itself around her heart, and she stood.  “I fought aside you Toa because I thought you wanted to protect this city.  Instead I return to find it a crumbling wreck and the six of you not much better.”


Onewa flinched again and looked away.  “That’s – I’m sorry, Krahka –“


Karzahni take it, what was wrong with him?  “Fine.  I was hoping to speak to the Toa who didn’t think twice about challenging me, not the Turaga who nearly faints dead away at the sight of his own old body.”  She turned back towards the window.  “I have a thousand years’ worth of city to check-“


“Wait!” The desperation in his voice ground on her ears.  “Krahka, listen to me.  This city – all that’s happened – I can explain.” He hesitated for an instant.  “You deserve an explanation.”


That gave her pause.  She looked back towards the Turaga.  He was standing now, if leaning on his staff, but the light of his eyes was just a touch sharper, more like the gleam he had carried as a Toa.


“And what makes you say that, Turaga?”


“Because this has been your city as long as it has been ours, and because you died saving it.”  He must have caught the annoyance on her face, for he quickly added, “or – almost died.  Or, that is –“ he looked away for a moment, and when he spoke again his voice was pained.  “Well.  To us, you did die.”


She could still feel the tension that had gripped her since she’d seen the city come over the skyline, but something in the Turaga’s words softened it.  He took a hesitant step towards her.  “If you would let me – I’d like very much to speak to the great Rahi I once knew.”


She took a step away from him almost automatically.  A hundred thousand years of dealing with the top-dwellers left instincts a single Tahtorak ride wouldn’t erase.  And yet - she had come to him for a reason, hadn’t she? She wanted answers, and if he was willing to give them, she may as well take them.


“Fine,” she said, more than a little testily.  “We shall talk.  But I’ve had enough of this dusty lair of yours, and I have a city to see.  I’ll be out behind the building.” 


Before he could reply, she turned and leapt from the window, slipping back into Gukko form as she did.  As she glided away into the night, she thought she heard a laugh of surprise.




They walked in silence for a while along Po-Metru’s back streets.  Night was beginning to fall, and the few Po-Matoran they passed thought nothing of the Turaga out for a stroll with one of his people – even if they couldn’t recall seeing anyone with quite that combination of armor and Kanohi before.


The buildings grew dilapidated around them as they made their way out of the heart of the city, the few signs of Matoran inhabitation fading away in favor of shoots of green that poked through the crumbling streets and snaked up the buildings.  A bit of twisted satisfaction rose up in her at the sight, and she couldn’t resist a jab. “For all the pride you top-dwellers have in these buildings of yours, they seem to fall quite easily to a few stray plants.”


“Don’t talk to me about plants versus buildings,” Onewa muttered.  “I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.”


“Perhaps it isn’t all bad,” she went on.  “This city could use a little more life to it, if you Matoran aren’t going to take care of it.”


“There wasn’t anyone left to clean up after the Visorak,” he grumbled.  “I’d say it’s in perfectly good shape when you consider that.”


She snorted.  “Excuses.  And besides –“ she pointed to a set of tracks in the dust – “it seems a few of my brothers and sisters got along fine without you.”


“And is that what you want?” he replied.  “A Metru Nui of Rahi?”


“It seems I just missed it.”


“Perhaps not as much as you believe.  Most of the Rahi left the city with us.”


She missed a step and pretended she hadn’t.  “So you rounded them up?”


“Hardly,” said Onewa.  “They followed us willingly.”


She could feel one of her hands curling into a fist.  Of course, some of the Rahi had lived alongside the Matoran even in her time (my time?).  They had been pets to the Matoran, or tools, and it had always burned at her pride to see them as such.  Had so many of them really –


“They were happy, Krahka.”  Onewa’s voice was soft.  “Most of them lived free, independent of us.  Others – the Gukko, the Ussal Crabs – were our friends and partners.”


She growled lightly at that.  First the Matoran let the city crumble, then her fellow Rahi abandoned it – an instinctive frustration was eating away at her.  They had all been so quick to let her home fall to ruin.


They walked on in silence a while longer.  At the foot of the street was the deserted remains of a chute station; the pipe was long since shattered, a barren bed of an artificial river.  The station itself was cracked and decayed, even the steps leading up to it beginning to crumble with the weight of the years.


“Tell me,” she finally said, “where did you all go?”


“Mata Nui.”  He looked over to see her furrowing the brow of her mask in confusion and groaned.  “Of course.  You don’t know Mata Nui, the island.”


“What a –“ she struggled for the word –“redundant name.”


He chortled.  “It was.  It was the least we could do to keep the Matoran connected to the Great Spirit, I guess.”


“Tell me, then,” she said, idly shifting a hand to tentacle and back.  “What sort of place was it?”


He looked up at the empty station.  “Where do I begin? It was beautiful.  I’m certain it still is now.”


“Where is it?”


He gestured to the sky.  “Above us, if you can believe it.”


“Quite easily.”


He smiled at that.  “It was a place of purity.  When we arrived, there was no sign that Matoran had ever set foot there.  I can still remember the sound of the waves lapping up against that golden shore.”


“I can’t, Onewa.  Get to something more solid.”


His smile grew wider.  “Fine.  The island was a mirror of this city, but where there is metal and stone here, there was earth and tree there.  Po-Koro was a desert, but it was never a dead place.  The crags and bluffs were of the cleanest sandstone, and soon the Mahi had taken to roaming the sands as though it were the only home they’d ever known.”  He smiled.  “I guess we were much the same.”


That flame of frustration had leapt up inside of her once more, but there was something painful tingeing it now. “It sounds – peaceful.” 


“It was, in a way.”  He sighed.  “The Makuta came with us, corrupting all he touched.  For a thousand years we fought off Rahi brought to madness by his poisons, and slept in fear of the shadows.”


Krahka frowned and kicked away a stone.  “Fear of the shadows? You Toa truly did let yourselves go.”


Onewa’s mask darkened. “I know,” he muttered.  “Believe me, we weren’t happy about it.”


“Then why didn’t you do something?”


“Easier said than done,” he said.  “It is one thing to stand against the Makuta when you are the destined Toa.  It is another to take up arms against him when you are a weak little reflection of your past, the ghost of something that was only given power because of his whims.”


Krahka started at that.  She had forgotten the task Roodaka had had her carry out, the old secrets of the Makuta she had laid bare for them.  “Did those tablets’ words truly weigh so hard on you?”


“No,” he said.  “Not ultimately.  But we always remembered them, on the darkest nights.”  He turned and set off down the street.  “Come on.  I haven’t been down towards the Great Temple since we’ve returned.  Let’s see what a thousand years have done to it.”




Ga-Metru was silent at this time of night. Nokama’s people were even more reluctant to reclaim the city than Onewa’s, and it was only the light of an occasional glowstone that guided their path.


“It’s strange,” Krahka said.  “This must be the longest I’ve ever walked these streets without running into some Toa charging off to ruin someone’s day.”


“You just missed them,” Onewa replied.  “They left on a quest of their own some weeks ago.”


“And left the city unguarded?” She snorted.  “The old fire-spitters, Lhikan and Dume – what would they say?”


“Dume is still with us.  And he understands their quest is necessary.”   


 “I heard,” she said, shifting an arm from Matoran’s to Turaga’s and back.  “Even with six other Turaga, he can’t resist playing the leader.”


“So you were that Gukko.”


“It pays to know where one’s enemies are, even if it takes some time to recognize them.”


Onewa let the barb slide.  “Tell me, Krahka – what happened to you? How did you survive? Where did you go?”


She let her arm grow and shift until it was an amalgamation of the Toa Metru’s.  “You remember this little trick of mine.  I introduced the Zivon to it.”


“And got pulled into another dimension for your troubles,” Onewa muttered.  “One which that – thing was born of.  You’ll excuse me for taking it as death.”


“You Toa always did underestimate me.”


He sighed.  “Krahka, the last thing we did together was ride a Tahtorak through the city.  I don’t think it’s possible for me to underestimate you anymore.”


“A shame there isn’t one around.  It would have been a better way for us to pick up where we left off.”


“Whatever happened to him, anyway?”


“Ask the southerners.”


Onewa winced.  “I feel sorry for anyone there who doesn’t have an answer.”


 “If they aren’t ready for the occasional titan, they have nobody to blame but themselves.”  


“Rahi wisdom we could all take to heart,” he replied.  “The south, you say?”


“Something there opened a gate to our prison.  We wasted no time in escaping.”


“And the first thing you did was return here?”


“Is there something the matter with that?” she snapped, her arm solidifying back into a Matoran’s.


“Not at all.  This place is your home.”


She gave a small harumph and looked away, and he let the topic drop.


For a time they walked on in silence.  Something she had noticed was weighing on her mind, and when she spoke again, she could not hide the curiosity in her voice.  “We passed Nokama’s home, did we not?”


“We did,” he said.  His staff clattered against the cool stone street.


“You don’t intend to tell your brothers I’ve returned?”


“So Whenua can try and lock you in the Archives?” he replied, the joke stale before it left his mouth.


She regarded him in silence, and he sighed.  “No.  Not yet.  Maybe not ever, depending on – what you want to do.”


She looked away, and hoped he didn’t think she had an answer to that.




The bridge to the Great Temple was still and silent under the light of the stars.  Its great stone gate stood undisturbed, and though it carried the same wear as the rest of the city, the sheer size of it seemed to drown out any challenges to its grandeur.   Past it, she could see scaffoldings lining the walls of the temple itself, the first signs of the Matoran’s attempts to undo the damage of years past.


“Why here?” Krahka asked.


“It’s like I said.  I haven’t been here since I was a Hordika.”


“And that’s it?” she asked.


He hesitated.  “And – I’ve come here twice before.  Once as a Matoran, once as a Hordika.  I’d like to see how it looks as a Turaga.”


The two crossed the bridge to its entrance in silence.


Save a small, lit candle placed beneath a carving of a Po-Matoran, the temple’s interior was as desolate as the rest of the city.  Around them, murals and statues proclaimed the city’s history and the legends of the Great Spirit.  The stone beneath their feet was lined with crystal, and she could hear the waves of Ga-Metru lapping away beneath the building.


“It’s hardly changed,” she murmured.


“You came here often?”

“No.  On the days I borrowed a Matoran’s shape and visited the surface, I had better things to do than see some old drawings.”


To her surprise, he laughed.  “You sound like me back when I was still a Matoran.  Don’t think I ever came here until Lhikan summoned us.”


“He always had a flair for the dramatic.”


“You knew him?”


She shrugged.  “He was this city’s Toa before you were.  I knew him as much as any other did.”


“But he never confronted you?”


“He stayed out of my way, and I stayed out of his.” 


The answer seemed to satisfy him, and he said no more.  Blasted Turaga.  If he gives that little knowing silent smile one more time-


“There,” Onewa said, and pointed a finger.  The chamber ahead of them was anchored by a round, squat structure.  In the ceiling above, a panel had fallen loose, and the dim light of the stars gave a pearly glow to the room. 


“This is where it began,” she heard him mutter, as if to himself.  “Lhikan had us come here, Toa Stones in hand, and plunge into the world of heroes.”


“Sounds more like he shoved you into the job.”


“I guess he did.”  The Turaga hobbled forward into the room, and she followed him at a slight distance.  Something in his stance had changed, and she could smell the anxiety wearing away at him.


For a while they stood there in silence.  He was staring intently at the Suva, gripping his staff so hard it had begun to tremble.


“Well?” she asked.


“Well what?”


“How does it look as a Turaga?”


He stiffened and looked back over his shoulder to her.  She met his gaze. 


He turned back to the Suva.  “Wrong,” he spat, and threw his staff down.  He took a step towards it, and another, and as he stumbled over a crack in the ground she was there to catch him.


“I know I shouldn’t feel like this,” he whispered as they sat themselves on its edge.  “But – Mata Nui take it all, this isn’t –“


“It’s not how it should be,” she finished for him.  Something flittering and hopeful had planted itself in her breast. 


“No,” he said wearily.  “No, it’s not.  On Mata Nui I could survive being a Turaga.  But here? In this city?”  He shuddered.  “How am I supposed to deal with sitting here, weaker than I’ve ever been, in the remains of what used to be my home?”


“I’d love to know myself,” she said, resting a hand on his shoulder.  She had been right to come to him, after all.


“This –“ he waved around them, at the crumbling walls of the temple – “it isn’t how it was supposed to be.  When we became Toa, do you know what we wanted? To protect our city.  Simple as that.  That’s all a Toa was meant to do, as far as we cared.”


“Even if that meant crossing me?”

He gave a short, barking laugh.  “Of course.  We thought it was so simple – just root out the Morbuzakh, watch out for the occasional Krahka, stomp a few Rahkshi – and soon things would be back to normal.”


“But it wasn’t that easy, was it?”


“Is anything?” He gave a heaving sigh.  “You know, until the end – until we threw away our Toa powers – I thought things could still fix themselves.  I was certain I’d walk the streets of Po-Metru as a proud Toa, see the glories my people made for themselves.  I got an island, a thousand years of guard duty, and a half-broken city for my troubles.”


“Maybe they still can,” she said.  “These new Toa of yours – when they return, perhaps they can aid you in rebuilding-“


She stopped short.  He was chuckling tiredly.  “No, Krahka,” he finally managed to say.  “No, I’m afraid it won’t be that simple.  There’s too many things in motion, these days.  Toa and Makuta and masks and Great Spirits…” He let out another sigh.  “I’ve got no clue how it’ll all end up.  But I don’t think it’ll be with the lot of us happily going about our days in the city.”


“So what?” she snapped at him.  That gnawing fear was back.  “You’re just going to sit back and let that happen?”


He looked down at his hands.  “Tell me, Krahka.  Why did you fight with us, that day?”


“Don’t dodge the question, Onewa.”


“I’m not,” he replied.  “I just need to hear your answer first.”


“For –“ she hesitated and frowned.  Very cute, Onewa.  “For the same reason as you.  To protect this city.”


“Not quite,” he said.  “We fought for our people, Krahka.  This city is important, true, but they were our duty.”

“Spare me the lectures,” she growled back.  “Make your point.”


“My point is that even as a bunch of half-mad half-Rahi, even with the city buried under those accursed cocoons, nothing had changed for us, really.  We still had our people to protect.  It didn’t matter what shape we came in, or where we fought – our duty was the same as ever.”


“So what?”


“So – “ he held out one of his arms.  “So look at me now.  I can barely walk some days, much less go Tahtorak-riding.  It’s my job to stand around and look wise now, not to be out there fighting.  That’s how I’m supposed to ‘protect’ them.”


“And you’re happy with that?”


“Would you be?”


She remembered how it had felt to walk in the Turaga’s skin, the sense that she was crumbling away.  She shook her head violently.  “Never.”


The smirk turned bitter.  “Well, at least you’re honest with yourself.  I can only assume giving up my Toa power seemed tremendously noble to me at the time.”


“Look, Onewa – if you hate being a Turaga so much –“


“Hate might be too strong-“


“Shut it.  If you hate it so much, then why did you do it?”


He turned away from her and looked out into the darkness of the temple.  “I couldn’t say. In that moment, I knew it had to be done.  That’s all.”


“Is that so.”  She looked up; above them, the stars were shining bright, even if they had shifted more than they had any right to.  “That almost sounds familiar.”


Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him start.  “I told you I fought to protect this city, didn’t I? But I didn’t think about it.  This place is my home, my territory.  The only one I’ve ever known.  Fighting for it is as natural as breathing.”  Idly, she picked a pebble from the ground and twirled it through her fingers.  “I suppose it’s the same for you Turaga and your Matoran.”


“And look where that’s got the two of us now,” he muttered.


For a while, they sat there in silence.


“How do you live with it?” she finally asked.


He shrugged.  “It took a while.  About a thousand years, if we’re exact.  And I had some help along the way.  Hafu’s carvings, a star Kolhii run or two by Hewkii, Pohatu’s feats of wonder…”


“You must have had quite the time on this Mata Nui of yours.”


“It was easy to forget there - to tell yourself that you only ever were a Turaga, that there was no city awaiting your return.”  He gave a sour smile.  “Of course, that only worked on the good days.  On the bad days you’d hobble into bed and think about how maybe the Morbuzakh wasn’t that awful after all.”


“You know, I never thanked you Toa for cleaning that one up.”


“You’re welcome.”

“I never said I was thanking you.  You get enough praise as is.”


He flat-out guffawed at that, and she jumped and turned to him, fighting down the reflex to form an extra mouth or two.  “Something funny, Turaga?”


“Yes,” he said warmly, and turned to face her.  A shock of recognition ran down her back.  The weariness was gone from the Turaga’s burning orange eyes, and for half an instant some distant voice in her said Toa.  “You know, Krahka – I missed you.”


She took a step backwards.  Perhaps the Turaga had gone mad and she simply hadn’t noticed?


“I mean it,” he went on.  “That – what you just said – it’s perfect.  Nobody ever told us we got thanked too much on Mata Nui.  Nobody ever did anything except follow the old legends, pay their dues to the Toa, listen to the Turaga…” the lines of his mask relaxed in disappointment.  “Not even us.”


“Don’t fool yourself, Onewa.  If I hadn’t had to deal with that Zivon, I’d have stayed in Metru Nui, not wasted my time on a bunch of Matoran.”


“But you did deal with that Zivon.”  His voice was confident now, so much like the Onewa she’d known that it set her on edge.  “You saved us.”


“I told you, it was for the city-“


“Oh, forget the city,” he shot back.  “What’s a city? A whole bunch of roads and buildings we pretend has some special meaning.  I fought for my people, you fought for your Rahi, and that day we each fought for the other.  Am I wrong?”


“You-“ she took another step away from him.  “Enough of your Turaga-tales, Onewa.”

“Krahka.”  He reached out a hand.  “Am I wrong?”


“That’s-“  Words were failing her.  For a second she had the wild urge to shift and take flight, to leave the Turaga alone in this crumbled place.


But Krahka did not run.


“I don’t know,” she finally said.  “In the heat of that battle – I can’t tell you what I was thinking.  Maybe I didn’t want to see you all crushed, or maybe I just didn’t like the Zivon’s face.”


“You just went with what felt right?”


“It got me that far.”


“That it did,” he replied, and sat back on the Suva.  He gestured for her to join him, and after a moment, she hesitantly sat herself down at his side. 


“You know,” he said, his tone almost cheery, “you were the first person I couldn’t save.”


“Since when did I need saving?”


“Never, but spend enough time as a Toa and you start talking that way.  What I mean is, I thought you died for us, because I wasn’t quick enough, or strong enough, or – well, the point is you died.  Or close enough.  And you took a bit of Metru Nui with you.”


“Do you Turaga ever speak straight?”


He scrunched up his face for a second.  “Well, I’ll try.”  He looked at her.  “The time we fought together was extraordinary, you weren’t anything like my fellow Toa or the Matoran, for the next thousand years I missed you terribly both as a friend and as a connection to my home, and whenever I found myself powerless as a Turaga I remembered failing you.  Straight enough?”


She stammered for a moment – Karzahni take it, Turaga never could resist packing half a dozen stories into a single sentence – “Hold on, Toa.  Since when were we friends?”


“I thought we’d already established that was around the time we rode a giant lizard through the city together.”


“You have odd taste in friends.”


“You have no idea,” the Turaga said with a smile.  She smirked back and wondered why.  Something had snapped the tension between them without her even realizing it.


The Turaga continued, “But that’s not quite what I mean.  I mean – I wish you could have come with us to Mata Nui.  It was a long thousand years.  I could’ve used someone who didn’t take my every word as wisdom.”


“A village of Matoran taking your words as wisdom? It’s a miracle the Mahi didn’t wind up enslaving you instead.”


The joke had come without thinking, but the instant it left her mouth a lifetime of instincts roared back to life.  What was she doing, joking with a top-dweller?  He is a Turaga, Krahka.  Rahi are his pets and workers, not his equals.


Onewa must have seen her face darken, for his own grew serious.  “Krahka – I spoke true when I said the Rahi came with us of their own volition.  They roamed free, and those that lived at our side did so willingly.”


“They must have thrown away a hundred thousand years of bad memories very quickly,” she muttered.


He sighed.  “For a while, few would come near us.  The Matoran didn’t understand why.  Some thought that was just the natural order of things.”


“Maybe it is.”


“Maybe – “ he hesitated, and when he spoke again his voice was soft.  “Maybe it used to be.”


Her eyes narrowed.  “What?”


“Krahka.”  He reached out and rested a hand on hers.  She waited for herself to pull away, and didn’t.  “You asked me how I live as a Turaga.”


“Why do you Turaga never answer my questions in order?”


“Because we’re too used to using twenty words where one will do-“ he shook his head.  “Krahka, in the course of one evening you’ve dredged up doubts and resentments my brothers have failed to hear for a thousand years.  Becoming a Turaga wasn’t easy for any of us.  The world had changed, and us with it.  But no matter what – there was a part of me that wouldn’t let go.”


 “Sounds natural enough to me.”


“Maybe it is.  But what I realized is that there are changes that will tear away everything you held onto to live your life.  And when they come, you can’t look back too long if you want to survive.”


“’Too long’?” She snorted.  “Turaga wisdom has gotten weaker since I left.“


“Krahka.  Please.” 


An old voice kicked up inside her.  Enough.  “No,” she cut in.  “I – whatever it is you’re going to say, Onewa, it is for your people and not for me.  I am not a Matoran.”  She pulled back, let a Gukko’s wings sprout from her back, felt her face harden into the smooth plate of a Rahkshi.  “I don’t need to hear your ramblings-“


“Don’t run away from this,” he said, his face showing no response to the form she had taken.


She felt herself tensing.  “Run away? Who do you think-“


“I know you don’t want to let go of the Metru Nui you knew.  I know you want to believe you can go back to the life you had.”  His voice grew raw and hurt.  “Because every day I walk these streets, I feel the same way.  I would give anything to have the strength to protect my people myself again.  I haven’t forgotten the past, I swear to you.  It drives me as much as anything else.


“But I can’t let myself be chained to it.  The world is going to keep moving on, with or without me.  We have to survive, Krahka.  We have to change with it, as we did – as your Rahi did on Mata Nui.”  He reached out a hand once more.  “And I wish so badly you had been there to change with us.”


One of her hands was shaking, jumping from Toa’s to Vortixx’s to Matoran’s and back again.  “Onewa-“


“You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.  We survived those first days as Turaga because we had each other.  But you have to make that same leap we did long after everyone else has.  So-“ he reached his hand out further.


For a few moments they stayed like that.  Something deep within her was raging and whirling, howling with the same cries that her caged brothers in the archives once did.  Fool Turaga doesn’t know doesn’t understand isn’t fighting why is he how is he this is wrong wrong wrong-


A Krahka’s claw shot out and gripped the Turaga’s hand.  He smiled.





They stopped at a small, rusted little hatch in the ground of a Ga-Koro back alley.  Krahka saw him looking up at the sky as she tore its latches from the ground with her bare hands.


“This is it, then?” he asked.


She nodded.  “The Archives run the length of this city twice over.  Even if this is a dead end, it will be nothing to blast my away back into them.”


“What do you hope to find down there?”


“Anything,” she said quietly.  “A Nui-Rama hive that survived the years – a Rahkshi nest that needs disciplining – I need to know what’s there and what’s not if I’m going to survive this city anew.”


“You have us,” he responded.  “Don’t forget that.”


“I know,” she muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.  “But I survived down there long enough before.  I don’t expect I’ll be needing any of your help.”


They both knew that wasn’t what he had meant.


He sighed.  “Be careful, Krahka.  These are dark times.  It may be that not even the Archives are safe anymore.”


Her eyes narrowed.  “Do you realize what you just said?”


“Safe for you.”


“Better.”  She looked down into the darkness, and paused.  “Tell me.  Is this city in danger?”


“I don’t know.  But I would be very surprised if it isn’t.”


“Do not expect me to fight for your Matoran if it is.  That is your duty, not mine.”


“I understand.”


“But –“ she looked up at him, and she could see the hope in his eyes.  “If you ever need refuge, I have no intention of abandoning this place again.”


“I’ll remember that,” he said.  “Thank you, Krahka.”


She gave a small snort and turned away to descend into the hatch. 




“No, Onewa.”


He blinked.  She looked up at him and gave an apologetic smile from behind her mask.  “The Toa Metru are gone now.  I have no desire to recreate others’ glories.”


He sagged.  “I understand.  Forgive a weak old Turaga a moment of nostalgia.”


She shrugged and turned away; he did the same.  They had said all that needed to be said, which is why she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Onewa.”


He started and looked back to her.  “It can get boring down there, once in a while.  So if you ever see a second Vakama wandering around –“


He smirked.  “I’ll keep quiet – if he lets me share his wanderings for an evening, once in a while.”


“After your ramblings tonight, that may be too high a price.”  He lifted a brow in skepticism, and her scowl faded away into the smile it had been hiding.   “But then again, perhaps not.”


He smiled back.  “Until we meet again.”


“Until then,” she said, and hopped down into the hatch without the slightest ceremony.  The tunnel was dark and cold, and without thinking she traded her eyes for a night-crawler’s and her body for a sturdy Mahi bull’s.


As she trundled away down the tunnel, she could hear him breathing just above the surface.


“Thank you,” she thought she heard him say.


For a very long moment she thought about replying.  And then she turned back down the tunnel and dove into the darkness of her home.


[Author's note: For the good peoples of Tumblr and also Hahli Husky! Sorry this took so long.
Truth is, this was supposed to be done like, months ago, and then Janus came in and pointed out a billion things that needed improvement, so I rewrote it and it is now much better thanks to his help.  I hope you enjoyed this little foray into Rahi/Turaga not-quite-romance as much as I did! Thoughts, comments, criticisms - they're all welcomed.]

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