Posted Oct 20 2011 - 10:05 PM
Dellar cut through the rahkshi’s staff with one slice, his new blade sharp and quick. He kicked the shocked rahkshi into two other of its brethren, letting out a sonic blast that shattered all three of their armor. Batrix was to his left, crushing four rahkshi under increased gravity strain. Of course since rahkshi were nothing more than armor beings controlled by kraata, Dellar felt no sorrow for destroying them. Dellar was emitting a sonic hum around himself that he had never done before. He started wandering if it was part of his mutated form, then he started worrying that if he strained more it would get louder and more powerful. That turned to being terrified, which made the humming louder and stronger. Dellar was rooted to the spot. What if he killed everyone around him by his uncontrolled powers? What if he caused the mountain to collapse on all of them? What if… Wait, He thought, I know what’s going on here. He turned around to see a red armored rahkshi pointing its glowing staff at him. He triggered his mask and ran at the Turahk, laying ten blows a second. He landed a final strike that bashed the rahkshi into the cave wall with a sickening crunch.
He then turned his attention to the remaining three rahkshi. There was a purple one, a yellow and green one, and a blue and silver one. He prepared an attack, but right when he was going to strike, a red energy arced between the purple and yellow rahkshi. The two rahkshi began to merge into one another, creating a new monstrous combination. Dellar stared over at Batrix. Batrix dropped his spear and stepped away from it.
Dellar prepared an attack on the newly made amalgamation, but he saw the strangest thing. The fusion turned on its rahkshi brethren and let out a sonic scream, blowing the rahkshi backwards. The befuddled rahkshi raised its staff and pointed it at the mixture, and then made a lowering motion. The fusion began to sink to its knees under the increased gravity. The rahkshi combo rose forcibly to its feet and began walking towards the rahkshi of gravity.
The rahkshi tried desperately to increase gravity around the fusion, but that didn’t stop it. The fusion swatted at the rahkshi, smashing it against the cave wall. The rahkshi slammed with a crack landed with a thud. The fusion then turned to Batrix. Batrix grabbed up his spear and pointed it at the fusion, as if he had never held a spear before. The combo cocked its head and stared at Batrix. An understanding seemed to past between the two, because Batrix dropped his spear and looked at his creation.
“Wow, um, thanks. You can go now.” Batrix stuttered. On command the rahkshi fusion walked out of the cave. Batrix shifted the spear in his hand and muttered, “2.0.”
“You know there will be more,” Dellar stated.
“I know, and we’ll take care of them like we took care of these. But now we have a giant brute canvassing the base of this mountain.”
“Are you sure it’s smart to trust a rahkshi fusion?”
“Apparently, the spear of fusion gives me a telepathic link to whatever I fuse. I can control it with a thought.” Batrix’s answer still didn’t make Dellar feel any better about the idea of trusting a rahkshi, but Dellar didn’t feel like arguing the point. Batrix summoned his powers to reconstruct the rock barricade, and the two walked further into their cave.
They had been leading small raids on the Makuta fortress during the broad daylight, because at dark the Makuta were strongest. They had stolen a new blade for Dellar, a few supplies, and basically anything they thought would aggravate the Makuta. They knew it would be risky, but so was their being on Destral. The two Toa slumped down on opposite sides of a fire. Batrix grabbed two fruits from their stash and passed one to Dellar.
“So,” Batrix asked while ‘eating’ his food, “Did you ever think you would end up like this when you were a Matoran?”
“Like what?” Dellar asked.
“Stuck in a cave with a cross wired Toa of fire, a fugitive to the Makuta, scrounging for food?”
“Yeah,” Batrix sighed, “being Toa isn’t anything like you’d think it would be. The Toa in my Koro made it look so simple. Just swoop in and save the day with your amazing power.”
“We never had Toa in my Koro,” Dellar said. “They attracted too much noise. In fact, for a De-Matoran, becoming a Toa is the worst thing possible.”
“It’s worse than being exiled. You have to leave your friends, your work, and try to find your own way, and anybody who still talks to you just insults you. The best thing that anyone did for me after I became a Toa was give me this mask.“
“You mean someone gave you that mask!” Batrix looked amazed, as if giving someone a mask was a great crime.
“Please, lower your voice.” Dellar squinted his eyes as if the noise pained him.
“Sorry. But someone seriously gave you that mask?”
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”
“Usually Kanohi are grey until you put it on, than it turns the same color of the Toa’s armor. However, a mask maker can dye his mask any color he wants.” Batrix explained, “And giving someone a black mask of speed is worse than a death wish.”
“The black Kanohi Kakama has a dark, gruesome history. Every Toa who wears one has had a terrible death. No story with a Toa wearing a black Kakama ever ends well for that Toa. It’s considered a cursed mask.”
“Really?” Dellar was skeptical. He had learned that Batrix knew a lot about masks, but this just couldn’t be true. “I’ve used this mask a hundred times, and nothing bad ever happened to me.”
“They all think that. That they can beat the curse, but each one of them have horrible deaths. Genocides, destruction, and plagues litter the black Kakama’s past.” There was a long awkward silence. He had never believed in curses, but Batrix knew a lot about masks. He was rarely wrong when it concerned masks and their folk lore. Dellar wondered if he would be the next victim in the ebony Kakama’s curse. They sat for a bit longer until Batrix spoke up, “I’ve always wondered…”
“Toa and Matoran of sonics have extremely good hearing, right?”
“Yes,” Dellar said. He was pretty sure what his friend’s question was.
“Then doesn’t it hurt when you let out a sonic blast or high pitch scream.”
Dellar had heard that question before, “At first it does, but then you create a reflex. As soon as I use a blast, I create a small deafening barrier around myself.”
“Ah, that explains it.” They stayed in silence for the next few minutes, until both of them drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Dellar woke up before Batrix. Seeing his comrade still snoozing, Dellar decided to take a walk around the cave. Though he didn’t know it then, something drew him to the caves mouth. He walked into the sunlight, not thinking about the fact that they had sealed the cave last night. He was momentarily blinded by the sudden light, but then regained his sight, but what he saw was impossible.
He was back in De-Koro. The tall silver buildings lined with padding to stop any echoes, the small huts made of soft materials, everything was just as it had been. He could see Matoran walking around like little protodites; he could even hear Krakua humming. He went running down the mountain to his old home. He recognized one of his old friends doing some odd jobs and went to greet him. “Herron, I’m back.” He said, so loudly that he thought it would cause the Matoran around him to cringe, but they didn’t. In fact, Herron acted as if he hadn’t heard Dellar at all. “Herron, Herron?” Dellar waved his hand in front of the Matoran, but Herron didn’t react. Another Matoran cam e running up and after a brief conversation two ran off to some other part of the Koro. The worst part was Dellar recognized the Matoran. It was him. The armor, the mask, it looked just like him before he left. Dellar walked over to a Matoran and slapped at him. His hand went right through.
“They are just memories, shadow of your past. And I should know about shadows,” said a deep booming voice. Dellar turned around to see a large creature, dragon like in looks.
“Makuta,” Dellar said through gritted his teeth. He raised his sword to strike.
“Swords so easily drawn beg to be used... and are rarely so easy to put away again. Trust me if I was still with the Brotherhood you would already be dead. Come, walk with me.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To warn you. You are part of a prophecy, a prophecy about the defeat of the leader of the Brotherhood.”
“Yes, Teridax, you and six others are supposed to bring an end to him after his greatest defeat.”
“Which will be?”
“The prophecy isn’t clear. It does speak of you however.”
“What does it say?”
“’One of sound who wears the cursed mask, changed by an evil plan.’”
“And what does it say about the others?”
“’A protector with a false limb. A Toa of fire who controls an element not his own. A member of a group disbanded. An ice warrior with no affection. One of plasma with a wounded pride. And a chronicler with a secret.’ These shall be your companions.”
“One of them is definitely Batrix, but where do I find the others.”
“That’s not your job. That is being taken care of; your job is to survive. Teridax is already aware that the prophecy is beginning. He won’t stop until your dead.”
“So what do I do now? Sit around and stay alive?”
“Exactly, Teridax will send more enemies at you. Just try and stay alive until the first Toa I mentioned comes for you.”
“The protector with a false limb?”
“Yes, but you can’t tell anyone I told you this.”
“Batrix is part of this prophecy, why shouldn’t I tell him?”
“If anyone knows I talked to you, Teridax will realize I’m not dead. Now it’s time to wake up.” The Makuta snapped his clawed fingers and Dellar woke up panting.
Batrix knew something was wrong with Dellar. He had been acting strangely since he had had his nightmare. Batrix asked what the nightmare was about, but Dellar was not talking. Not seeing any reason to continue pushing, Batrix dropped it. They were going to raid a fortress, but when Batrix brought it up; Dellar said he thought they should stop their raids. He said that it was drawing to much attention to them, and they had already gotten under the Makuta’s skin. Batrix thought this was weird considering that Dellar had always been the more enthusiastic of the two about raiding the base. But he agreed all the same. That night the two were getting a fire ready, when both of them froze instantly.
“I hear something,” Dellar said.
“And I just got a message from my fusion. We have visitors.”
They ran to the mouth of the cave and cleared the rock blockage to see the intruders. There were three Toa; each wore the honorary armor of a Toa Hagah. One had crimson and bronze armor and wore the Kanohi Suletu; a Toa of flame. The second Toa had gun-metal-grey and black armor and wore the Kanohi Tyrna; a Toa of magnetism. And the leader of the Toa wore silver and burnt metal armor with the Kanohi Huna; a Toa of iron. Are these some of the Toa of that prophecy? Dellar wondered. I thought he said there was only one protector. Dellar stared down quizzically at the three. “Should we help them up?” he asked, never taking his eyes off the trio.
“No,” Batrix answered, “they could be working for the Makuta. We’ll wait and see if they make it up, and if they do, we’ll hear them out.”
The threesome eventual did make it up to the mountain, and upon finding the dismantled stone blockage, entered the cave. “Hello,” the Toa of fire called out, “Hello, anybody in here?”
“Hello,” Dellar stepped out of the shadows right behind the trio, scaring all three of them.
“Mata-Nui! Don’t do that,” the Toa magnetism exclaimed.
“What are you doing up here?” Batrix asked, coming out of his shadow.
“We were going to ask you that,” the Toa of Iron said. “We heard that there were two Toa hiding in the caves in Destral, so we came to see if the rumors were true.”
“And now that you see that we are here, what are you going to do,” Batrix asked.
“We have a boat; we can take you from this Island back to your homes.” The Toa of fire offered.
“No,” Batrix said, rather sternly.
“Excuse me?” The leader asked, looking startled.
“You three are Toa Hagah, the best of the best, right?”
“Right…” The Toa of Iron was trying to make sense of Batrix’s question.
“Then why would you, the most honorary and upright Toa, where an immoral mask such as the Tyrna?” He pointed his finger at the mask on the Toa of magnetism’s face.
“Well I-I, um, you see,” The Toa of magnetism stuttered.
“And also, how did rumors of us spread so quickly, we’ve only been up here for a few weeks. No rumor spreads that quickly.” Dellar, his mind slowed from his mutation, started to catch up with Batrix’s train of thought.
“Good point, Batrix,” Dellar said, “And how did you three know exactly which mountain range to look in? Or, how did three Toa Hagah, traitors to the Makuta, get through here without getting incinerated?”
“Now, see here!” The Toa of fire began.
“Your masters should have taught you how to be more deceptive.” Batrix said, spear at the ready. “Now, are you going to go easily, or will we have to make you?”
“I guess our covers are blown.” The Toa of iron drew his sword, and the other two followed his example. “The Makuta want you two dead, and they sent us here to make it that way.” He raised his hand and clenched his fist. Instantly, the two Toa felt their armor squeezing the air from their lungs.
Batrix, barely able to breathe, channeled his powers around the Toa of Iron, reversing gravity’s pull. The Hagah went crashing into the cave ceiling, breaking his concentration. Dellar and Batrix dropped to their knees, gasping for air. However, the two remaining Hagah didn’t give them any time to recover. The Toa of fire came rushing at Dellar, ready to slice. His spear struck Dellar, but during the Makuta’s experiment, they had reinforced his armor with layers of protosteal. The blade bounced off Dellar’s armor harmlessly. Dellar grabbed the Toa of fire’s ankle and flipped him over with ease. He put his foot on the fire Toa’s chest, but the Toa increased the heat in his body to scorching levels. Dellar removed his foot and hopped, trying to keep his burnt foot off the ground. The Toa of Fire blasted him back with a flare. Dellar landed with a thud.
Batrix wasn’t doing well either. The Toa of Magnetism had magnetized him to the wall and came rushing towards him, ax drawn. Batrix tried to roll, but he was pinned. He focused his powers around the Toa, increasing gravity so the Toa couldn’t move. Batrix fell to the floor. The Toa of magnetism used his powers to counter the strengthened gravity, putting strain on both of them. Eventually Batrix relinquished his gravity powers, unknowingly releasing the Toa of Iron. He could tell they were out matched. He used his telepathic link and summoned his fusion. It would take a few minutes for it to arrive; he just hoped he could hold them off for that long.
He pointed his spear, ready to create another fusion. He was wondering what a Toa of magnetism would look like when fused to a rock. He triggered the spears energy, but his arm was suddenly pulled up. The blast hit a rock and died. He looked over to see the Toa of Iron regaining his composure.
Dellar was fending off the fire Toa’s spear with his sword. He was doing a pretty good job considering that his opponent had been trained for years. He couldn’t keep it up forever though. Eventually he would be overpowered. He had to end this. He summoned his element and shot a deafening blast at the Toa. He went hurtling through the air and hit the wall with a hard crunch. I think I broke his spine, Dellar thought. The Toa of Fire stood up and brushed himself off. Apparently not.
The Toa turned to Dellar, with murder in his eyes. This was good. The first thing Dellar had learned about fighting is when your opponent is angry he’s more likely to make dumb mistakes. The Toa came charging at Dellar again. He started slicing madly. Dellar dodged each attack and grabbed the shaft of the spear. Using his increased strength, he ripped the spear out of his hand and broke it over his knee. The fire bender’s element showed in his anger.
He came charging at Dellar, forgetting that Dellar was two times larger than him. Dellar grabbed him and slammed him into the cave wall, this time actually breaking his spine. The Toa cried out in pain. Dellar looked over seeing his friend trying to fend off two Toa. He wasn’t doing that well until a large purple and yellow green rahkshi fusion blasted the Toa of iron back. Batrix was stilled being thrown around by altering magnetic pulls while the Toa of magnetism laughed. Dellar triggered his mask and rammed the Toa, knocking him right out of the cave. The Toa rolled off a cliff, barely able to grasp the ledge.
“That wiped the smile from his face,” Batrix joked as Dellar helped him up. They looked over at the rahkshi mauling the Toa of iron.
“You might want to call off your fuse before he kills him.” Batrix stared at the rahkshi and it stood up, revealing a bruised and beaten Toa of iron.
“What do we do with them now?” Dellar asked. Batrix again stared at his creature. The fusion started to pick up the fallen Toa Hagah.
“Oh and you might want to get the one hanging from the cliff.” He called after it. The fuse gave a thumbs up and hoisted the hanging Hagah over its shoulder.
“What did you tell it to do?” Dellar asked.
“To drop them off for the Makuta,” He said smugly.
“But didn’t the Makuta put up a new fence that’s ten foot tall?” Dellar still didn’t get the joke
“Exactly.” A wide grin spread across Dellar’s mask. The two began laughing hysterically.
Edited by Toa Lapaka, Oct 20 2011 - 10:14 PM.
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