Chapter 1: An Underwater Threat
“You have done so much for us in the past,” said Hoji, “But what are these things?”
He was of course referring to the new pieces of armor that each of the Toa Cyril wore on their left forearm. Each of these pieces of armor was different in design and style, but each of them was the same in a single regard. Each of them was inset with a crimson crystal, burning with power. They could all feel immeasurable strength and energy within, but weren’t sure of what to do with it, or what to make of it.
“Those are a rare find,” Gorma stated, “A very rare find.”
“Rare, we get it,” muttered Magis, “Just what do these things do, other than look good?”
“Of course you would say that, Magis,” Cesare said, looking at his crystal. As the newest member of the team, and a former enemy of the original five Toa Cyril, even after serving alongside the Toa for one month after the defeat of Bandiaca – the witch – he still didn’t feel like a true member of the team. He felt like only some of them wanted him to be there. He felt out of place with the already established bonds that these other Toa had with each other.
“I have a right to complain,” Magis told him.
“No one’s saying you don’t,” Eri pointed out.
“If you would be quiet, I would tell you what they do,” Gorma said.
“Finally!” Magis exclaimed.
Gorma shot him a look, so Magis didn’t say anything else.
“Those are called ‘Nova Crystals’. They are a very rare find, as I already pointed out. It was only by pure luck that I happened upon them in the market. A sailor sold them, unsure of what they were. I of course paid him as well as I could, above his asking price. It was only fortunate that I purchased them for the right reasons before someone did for the wrong, if they knew what they were or not.”
“What do they do,” Rei questioned, “I think that’s what we all want to know.”
“They will bolster your power immeasurably,” stated Gorma with pride, “With them, you will never lose a fight. I can almost assure you of that.”
“Almost isn’t a certainty,” Agri said.
“It’s the best I can do for you,” said Gorma.
“Will these give us the power we need to crush Bandiaca for good,” Hoji asked.
“I fear that I cannot tell you that,” Gorma said.
“It is up to us, is it not,” asked Hoji, “Our own fates are those we craft for ourselves with our own hands, with our own powers. We cannot be told by another. Am I correct?”
“Very wise words, Hoji,” said Gorma.
“Bandiaca has been quiet as of late,” Agri pointed out, “I wonder what her plots are…” Quietly he wondered if her plots would involve Dai, his old instructor turned warrior for Bandiaca. He wanted to fight Dai again, and finally have a proper end to their duel. But he feared that a proper end could only mean that death awaited one or both of them. He didn’t want to kill Dai, but knew he may have to.
“With luck, she’s trying to raise a fighting force,” Eri put in, “Then we have time to crush her before she regains power.”
“But we’ve checked her base,” Hoji said, “No signs of her.”
“If she’s moved, then it’s not our problem,” Magis said without thinking.
“It’s a problem for others! That’s enough to make it our problem,” Agri said, “Because we will have failed in our duty to stop her here.”
“I get that, I do,” Magis said, putting his hands out, “But you can’t tell me that we stood too much of a chance of a quick win, can you? We didn’t. Maybe wherever she goes next, the next batch of warriors can end her life; can end her reign.”
“It should be us,” Agri said, “We stood against her; we should have ended it.”
“You like killing too much, it sounds like,” said Magis, shaking his head, “We may ignore the Toa Code…but you sound like you wanted to kill.”
“If it saves others from having to, then I have no problem with it,” Agri admitted.
“Guys, look,” Hoji put himself between them, “We have our own jobs to attend to. Let us worry about Bandiaca later and for now just get on with our lives and patrols.”
“What’s the point,” even Rei had to point out, “We patrolled before Bandiaca, yes, but there was never anything. Only during her attacks was there a true reason. I may be your second in command, but I don’t see the point, Hoji.”
“She will return,” Hoji said matter-of-factly, “That I’m sure of. We must be ready! We must face her if and when she returns!”
The Toa looked to each other and walked out, deciding that Hoji was indeed right in what he said. Patrols now would probably help them later on.
As the Toa headed out, Gorma left with them to attend to meetings with other Turaga. There was still no clear sign of who would take control of the Isle of Cyril Nui, but he was still hopeful, despite Fides still being ahead of everyone else through some great miracle.
But as everyone was departing, screams started to rise up from among the Matoran citizens. The Toa all looked to each other and nodded, running off, certain of Bandiaca’s return. As they arrived in the street where the screams originated from, they didn’t see the usual Anaroids or Batsuroids, but instead they saw a horde of beings in dark and light blue armor. Clawed feet with strong looking legs, with light blue above the knees and blades coming down. They had thickly armored shell-like torsos with some slime dripping down, dark blue armor and spikes covering parts of their arms, with their gauntlet armor being light blue. The right hands held triple bladed claw weapons. Their faces were fixed in a usual position of a screech, fangs bared.
“What are these things,” questioned Rei.
“Disgusting,” answered Magis bitterly, “I’m not looking forward to striking them.”
“They look…from the sea…” Eri trailed off.
“The sea,” questioned Hoji, “But what are they?”
“They are the Bashaa,” said a new voice.
The Toa looked around, searching for the source. The creatures known as Bashaa stayed in partial crouches, waiting to be ordered to strike. Soon the Toa could see a new figure approaching all of them, almost looking like one of these Bashaa creatures.
His leg armor was thinner, but he still had clawed feet and blades coming down, though the blades were different. He had the same shell-like torso as they did. His body was completely blue, with bits of other shades of blue and some other minor colors throughout. His right arm had the claw weapon like the Bashaa did, while his left had a gray, smaller claw weapon. He had blades running off of his shoulders, and had a thick head that looked shelled with two crimson red eyes staring out.
He didn’t look imposing, but carried himself highly. But of course, after all the fights the Toa had had with Bandiaca’s warriors, they knew that even if an enemy looked imposing, they didn’t always have to be. It could have just been an act they put on to make themselves feel better, or to intimidate the opponent.
In this case, the Toa were sure that they were just trying to be intimidated, or something like that. This guy didn’t seem like he would be very hard.
Hoji shook his head, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?”
“The Toa Cyril,” he pointed out, “My name is Raia. I am the second in command of my great masters!” He threw his right arm out to his side as if to try to prove a point or something, “None can defeat me! I am undefeated in all battles I have every fought! You haven’t any hopes to defeat me. Abandon any! You cannot win!”
“We’ve heard it all before,” Agri told him simply, “Save it for someone who cares.”
“Or someone it’s new to,” Eri put in.
“You doubt my powers,” Raia was actually shocked, then shook his head, “I will show you all, then!”
Hoji threw his right arm forward, snapping his fingers, “The burning heart of passion! Toa Hoji!”
Agri brought both arms up, bringing them together and passing both in front of his chest and face in almost a full circle, turning his closed fists up and his blades out to the sides. He brought them to rest by his hips, bending his elbows there, “The overpowering strength of the ground! Toa Agri!”
Eri held her right arm out, spinning her weapon around her hand. As she did this, she brought her other arm up, bending it underneath her outstretched right arm, bracing it as she lowered the weapon down, pointing the tip at the enemy forces, “The serene and soothing waves! Toa Eri!”
Magis span around, throwing his arms out to the side, using his powers to send some leaves at his feet around his body. He reached his right hand up as he lowered his left, brushing his fingers across the forehead of his Kanohi. He cast his arm sideways after that, “The magnificent gale! Toa Magis!”
Rei went next, sending both arms forward and making a circle with them in the air in front of her body, stopping when they reached each other again. A small spark danced between her hands, “The sizzling sensation of lightning! Toa Rei!”
Cesare took the hilt of his sword in both hands, swinging it out, looking over the angled blade at Raia, “The frozen justice! Toa Cesare!”
“Six Toa now one, determined to destroy the evils plaguing this island! We are the Toa Cyril!” Hoji shouted out, throwing his arm forward and moving it from right to left.
Raia shook his head, “Bashaa, do it,”
The Bashaa mobilized, all of them racing forward at the Toa Cyril. The Toa all took up arms; all of them using their personal Toa Tools, except for Hoji, who utilized his Blade Blaster in the sword mode.
They all ran forward in order to meet the attack head on. They began to cut down the ranks of the enemy Bashaa with swift efficient blows and with great ease. This was no contest; they were extremely weak.
Their shell-like bodies couldn’t prevent a single blow. The Toa cleaved straight through. Any claws or parries they attempted were stopped when the Toa sliced their weapons apart on contact. There was nothing that the Bashaa could do, nor could Raia do, if he was as weak as his minions were.
“You are good,” Raia muttered as he watched the Toa cleave through his soldiers.
Hoji slashed through another one, ending up outside of the Bashaa grunts. He glanced at the nearby Raia and lifted his sword.
“You’re mine,” said Hoji, “Come on; let’s do this.”
“How good are you,” Raia pondered, “I wonder if you have the skill to move this island.”
“What is that supposed to mean,” questioned Hoji, “Some sort of riddle? Joke?”
“It means what it sounds like,” Raia said, “I have the power, do you? Do you think you can possibly stand a chance against someone like me?”
“See the corpses of your warriors all around,” Hoji spread his left arm out, showing the corpses of the Bashaa off, “They stood no chance, so neither will you.”
“Cocky, eh,” Raia smiled grimly, “I like that.”
“I’m a professional,” Hoji told him.
“Is that supposed to frighten me,” He asked back.
“No. It’s supposed to show you why you got outclassed,” Hoji said, switching to blaster mode and lifting the weapon to his shoulder, tapping it against his armor three times, “My turn!”
He shot his arm out, opening fire, unleashing multiple shots into Raia before he had time to dodge. Each blow connected; sparks flew from the impacts. None of the wounds darkened Raia’s armor, however. Was his armor really this powerful? Was he this strong?
“I already told you, you cannot defeat me,” Raia said, walking towards Hoji. He lifted both arms, showing off his various claws. He ran forward, slashing rapidly, catching Hoji across the chest with each move. Sparks flew from contact every time, and soon, Hoji was overcome by his foe’s strength and was taken down.
“Hoji!” cried Agri, running over. He didn’t stop to check Hoji’s body, but instead ran at Raia. He threw a flurry of punches with his iron knuckle weapons, but none of them could even scratch the armor, let alone send many sparks flying.
“You’re weak,” Raia pointed out, slashing Agri twice in quick succession, causing sparks to fly both times. Agri stumbled back, and then fell to a knee. He threw his fist out, sending a fist of Earth shooting up, but Raia took the blow and didn’t complain.
Cesare cut down three more all around him and then ran out of the group of soldiers, facing Raia on his own now, since Agri’s attack had failed to do the necessary damage. He span his weapon around and hit the hole, opening the blade as he span it back around. He drew three cards and slashed them through the blade of his Rouze Blade.
As he pulled his sword back, it was covered in Lightning. He ran forward, shouting, and slashed rapidly, but his elongated, overpowered slash was evaded each time as Raia continued to dodge back or block, somehow, with his hands.
“You are weak,” he told Cesare.
“What?” growled the Toa of Ice.
“But in a different weak than my Bashaa were,” He corrected, “They were intentionally weak; I intentionally chose a weak lot just for this mission. Now that I know your strengths from watching fights, I can get serious.”
“Does that include our fight right now?” hissed Cesare.
“Yes, certainly,” He replied, slamming his knee into Cesare’s head. Cesare stumbled back and looked up; taking two quick slashes, sending sparks flying from each one. His chest shield offered no protection; he felt the pain through the armor, due to the armor smashing into his normal armor.
Cesare fell back. Next, as the rest of the Bashaa fell, Magis, Eri and Rei emerged. Without speaking, they all rushed forward, with Eri and Magis combining their powers into a Storm, unleashing it on Raia, but with no effect, while Rei unleashed bolts of Lightning from her hands, to no effect either.
“I am too powerful, am I not?” He questioned as he approached them, his words hanging in the air around the six Toa.
“He’s too strong,” Magis muttered.
“What can we do other than hit him again and again,” Rei asked.
“We’ll find a way,” Hoji said, “We always do!”
He reached his arm up. Dragon Missile flew down, affixing itself to Hoji’s arm. He lowered the weapon and fired, unleashing the flaming destructive bolt of Fire powers. It smashed into Raia, but didn’t do much damage.
“Cyril Buster?” Agri questioned.
Hoji nodded, “Everyone! All together,” Hoji shouted. Everyone else moved into position, attaching their weapons to the cannon. The five original members lined up with Hoji at the helm, his arms out, powering the weapon as the other Toa’s powers also flew in from their positions. Cesare kneeled beside the Cyril Buster, throwing his arm out to his side, out to it.
“Fire!” The six screamed, unleashing their attack on Raia.
“We face an enemy unlike any other. Already we have failed to defeat Raia, who claims to be what ‘Forte’ was to Bandiaca. How do we stop him? Next time: “Chapter 2: Break the Limit!” My turn!”
Edited by Lord Koji, Jan 15 2012 - 09:44 PM.