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Vahki Army III - Viral Infection
[color=rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;]A Brief Summary[/color][color=rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;]It has been months since Heraynocon discovered and tainted the Triverse, a mystical artifact of unknown origin, and took control of the planet of Nu-Nui. In conquering the world, Heraynocon has scattered the once strong freelance peacekeeping force known as the Vahki Army, and sent their leader Newmega into hiding. Two of the Army's soldiers, Saito and Neo have already fallen to Heraynocon's forces, and the new allies Dayarcocon and Kwick have been presumed lost to the earth itself. Now Heraynocon stands on the verge of conquering universes far beyond his own, backed by the vengeful Flare, the trigger-happy Melee, and a veritable swath of mindless drones bent on conquest. The only thing standing in his way may be the hero of worlds he helped create, and now seeks to destroy. The epic tale of Newmega's journey from servant to savior culminates with the final installment of the Vahki Army Trilogy.[/color]
Chapter OneA young man, about the age of fifteen or sixteen ran up the stairs of his home towards his bedroom. He was an average child, average grades, average activities, average life. However, his life was about to drastically change.The boy slammed the door to his bedroom open, and walked towards his computer. He grabbed the strap of his backpack, and threw it on his bed. He pulled the chair away from his desk and slumped down into it. He then rolled himself over to the computer, and shook the mouse to get the monitor out of sleep mode.The boy opened an internet browser, then opened his email. “Let’s just see what we have today,” he said to himself. He scanned his inbox, and said the e-mail’s subject under his breath. “Junk, junk, new personal message from BZPower, new personal message, junk, and-“ he stopped, reading a very unusual subject. The subject read “Better the world.” The boy had no idea what it was, but opened it anyway. Inside the email was a simple link. The boy clicked the link, which opened a website in the internet browser he had opened earlier.The website was just a black background, with a white screen in the middle of the page, and two buttons under it labeled “Yes” and “No.” A little black figure appeared on the white screen, jumping up and down. Blue text appeared beneath him as he jumped.‘Would you like to play a game?’ the text read. The boy looked puzzled, but pressed the ‘Yes’ button. The figure laughed, and continued jumping.‘Would you like to better the world and your life?’ the text read again. Again, the boy pressed ‘Yes.’ The figure laughed again.‘Type in the following on your keyboard,’ the figure said. A sequence of keys appeared beneath the figure. The boy tilted his head.“What is this? Some kind of joke?” To his surprise, the figure answered his question.‘This is no joke. Do it, and a grand, new world will be revealed to you. Type in the following sequence, then press Yes.’ The sequence was displayed again, and the boy looked at his keyboard.One by one, he pressed the given keys as displayed below the figure. After he finished, he moved his mouse over the ‘Yes’ button, but didn’t click it. He looked outside his bedroom door to see if anyone was around. His dog was asleep on his parent’s bed down the hallway. Other than that, the boy was home alone. He left clicked on ‘Yes,’ and waited.The small figure laughed again, then stopped jumping. The text beneath him was no longer blue, but red. The figure’s smile was no longer a cute smile, but a dark one. The text erased itself, and began to write itself again.‘Thank you, foolish meatbag. You have helped me open a portal to your world, so I can rule it. When I rule, your end shall be quick and painless.’ The boy stared at the computer screen, mouth open. Since it worked the first time, it might work a second time. The boy held the computer screen, and spoke into it.“Is this some kind of joke?” he asked. The black figure disappeared from the white screen, and the text dissolved. The white screen then expanded to the entire span of the computer screen. The white then began to swirl into a blue vortex dotted with black spots. The boy let go of the computer screen, and examined the new screensaver he had been given.At that instant, an enormous black claw shot from the computer screen, sending the boy backwards out of his chair. The boy crawled to the wall opposite the computer, and covered the enormous scar on his face. The claw had a black base, with a large silver drill protruding from it.The boy stood up, and inched his way towards the claw. He looked at how large the claw was, and how thin his monitor was. He stared at the claw, but jumped back as two small fingers slid from the drill, creating a three-fingered claw.The claw reached down and imbedded itself into the boy’s desk, and began to pull. As the claw pivoted outwards, its arm began to exit the computer screen. The claw moved sideways, as another claw began to emerge from the screen. The claws both pulled themselves and their arms from the screen, as a small bulge appeared between them.The bulge got bigger and bigger, until it ripped open and revealed a silver, metal face. It was a simple face, a long face, wide at the top, thin at the bottom, with two large, piercing eyes, red as blood at the top. A small mouth at the bottom of the face opened, filled with dozens of tiny, sharp teeth. The mouth spoke, in a raspy, somewhat high-pitched voice.“Tyran! Tyran! Tyran! Tyran! Tyran!” The figure stuck in the computer screen kept shouting, and kept trying to pull itself from the screen. “Tyran! Tyran! Tyran! Tyran! Tyran!” The figure pulled itself from the screen, and landed on the floor of the boy’s room. It’s back was arched forward, its head low on its chest, with short, armored legs. The creature walked over to the boy, and stared at him with its read eyes.“Thank you,” it said. “The world belongs to Lord Heraynocon!” As it said those last two words, the word Tyran was shouted from the computer by hundreds of voices. The first drone stepped towards the boy’s window, as another drone crawled out of the computer screen. It crawled towards the other one, and waited for others. More and more drones crawled out of the computer, and turned to the first one. “Forward!” it shouted.The drones jumped out of the boy’s window, shattering it, and landing on the street in front of the boy’s house. More and more drones kept crawling from the computer and jumping out of the home. Eventually, there were over one hundred drones out in the street, lined up in rows. The first Tyran to crawl from the computer stood in front of the other drones, and raised its left arm into the air, and shouted “Tyran!” The other drones raised their left arms into the air, and shouted in unison.The first drone arched its head back, and closed its eyes. Its body surged, and lightning shot from its eyes. The drone stood upright, and opened its eyes.“My drones!” it said, with Heraynocon’s voice. “The time has come! This world is ours to rule! We shall take it!” The drones all chanted as their master spoke to them through one of their own. “Leave no building standing, destroy any opposition, let no one stand in your way! It is our world now, and no one can stop us!” The head drone surged again, then slumped back to his normal stance.“Forward!” it shouted in its own voice. The other drones all shouted Tyran!, then began to march towards the streets of the suburbs, towards the city ahead.------------------------------------------------------------Two members of BZPower walked down the sidewalk of the forum, looking into the topic windows to find the one they wanted. One by one, they looked into the windows, and read the names of the topics. They both sighed.“Man, I hate having to do this,” the first one said. “Every time we want to find an old topic, we have to go topic-by-topic, page-by-page.”“You know, you could just look in history and find the topic,” the second one said.“Too much work,” the first one said. “I’m just saying, they should bring the search engine back online. That would save us so much time.” They opened the door to a topic, poked their heads in, then left. They were about to check another topic, when a small ringing filled their ears.The first member reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vid-screen. Display on the screen was ‘New Personal Message.’“A new PM?” the first one asked.“Check it,” the second one said. The first member pressed to open the message, and read it. The message was a link to a website, and nothing else. The two members looked at each other and shrugged, as the first member opened the link. A doorway appeared in front of them, and sucked them in.They stopped at a website, a black screen with a smaller white screen in the middle, ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ buttons directly beneath the screen. In the screen was a small black figure. The figure was jumping up and down as blue text appeared beneath him.‘Would you like to play a game?’ the text read. The members looked at each other, and pressed the ‘Yes’ button. The figure laughed and jumped up and down as the text rewrote itself.‘Would you like to better the world and your life?’ the text read again. The first member pressed ‘Yes’ again. The figure laughed, and the text changed yet again.‘Type in the following on your keyboard,’ the figure said. A sequence of keys appeared beneath the figure, and a digital keyboard appeared in front of the member. The second member turned towards the first one.“What kind of twisted survey is this?” he asked. The first member began to type in the sequence on the keyboard, and held his finger over the ‘Enter’ key. The second member looked scared. “Don’t do it,” he said. “This has to be some kind of virus spreader or something.” The first member laughed.“Don’t worry so much. It’s unbecoming.” The member pressed the ‘Enter’ key, and the sequence disappeared. The figure jumped up and down, and began to laugh maniacally. Red text now began to appear beneath the figure.‘Thank you, foolish meatbag. You have helped me open a portal to your world, so I can rule it. When I rule, your end shall be quick and painless,’ it read. The members looked at each other, then at the text. They backed away from the screen, shocked. The figure and text dissolved, as the white screen enlarged itself, and began to change to a blue color. The screen started to swirl, and emit static.The two members could here chanting coming from the swirling screen. Hundreds of figures were chanting “Tyran! Tyran! Tyran!”Exactly as had happened in the human world, a large, three-fingered claw appeared from the portal, which was much larger than that of a computer screen. Another claw came out, followed by arms, and the same, silver head of the Tyran drone. The drone crawled out of the portal, and raised its left arm, chanting “Tyran! Tyran! Tyran!” The chanting coming from the portal grew louder and louder, as more drones came out one by one, chanting their name.After only a few minutes, well over one hundred drones stood in the empty black room, all in rows. The first drone to emerge surged like the one in the human world, then stood up, and spoke, or, was spoken through, by Heraynocon.“My drones! This is our second conquest. This world shall be ours! The defenses of BZPower are nothing! And after we take BZPower, we can expand to other forums, other sites, other networks!” The drones all cheered. “We will take this world, and no one will stop us! Leave no building standing, and destroy anyone who opposes your duty! You are a unified force, with a duty to serve, and a destiny to rule!” The drones chanted Mata Nui’s gifts: Unity, Duty, Destiny. “We have taken the world of the MOCs, we are taking the world of the humans, and we shall take the world of the members!” The drone surged again, and hunched over. It raised its right arm, and turned to the open doorway to BZPower.“Forward!” it shouted. The drones raised their left arms and chanted their names, then began to march, single file, through the doorway, and onto their new world.------------------------------------------------------------Chapter TwoA gust of wind blew through what was left of BZ-Koro. It picked up some dirt from the ground, and carried it over the city. The wind blew over a destroyed kanoka emporium, and blew through the destroyed sign of a kanohi shop.The wind blew over various destroyed shops, and blew through a cruiser, crashed through the wall of a familiar hotel. The wind blew over the footsteps of a bohwalker, and blew through the windshield of a bohwalker, its legs ripped off. The wind, still carrying the bit of dirt, dropped it on a small flower. The flower was the last living thing in this area, and welcomed the soil, right before being crushed beneath the solid leg piece of a Tyran.Four Tyran Drones marched through the ruined city, their feet leaving prints in the decayed dirt. Each drone only used one claw to support himself while walking; the other claw was used to hold up a handle. These handles were attached to a mobile throne, ornately decorated with red fabric and gold lining. Sitting on the throne, was Flare.It had been months since Heraynocon had conquered Nu-Nui. Only recently had he begun his attacks on the world of the Humans and the Members. He had sent waves of drones to those worlds through the Triverse portals, and had more than fifty percent of his entire army patrolling Nu-Nui, making sure that it remained under his controlFlare looked around at the destroyed city square, and rested his head on his fist. It was boring now. Of course, the world was under Heraynocon’s control, and Flare had been granted complete rule over the Ta-Koran district of the planet. Flare had also been given a new body.His body was built off his last one, heavy modifications made. He wore heavy shoulder armor, had heavily modified legs with hidden abilities, and had been granted new weapons. He no longer wielded his wrist-staff and his flare daggers. Rather, he now wielded two flare cannons, one attached to each wrist, capable of elongating themselves into swords. He also wore on his back two smaller swords. None of this could fill the void inside him though.He held up his right hand, and stared at it, remembering how he had killed Gakama in G.R.A.V.E., and how Newmega had killed Tremsa. He remembered seeing Tremsa being pierced by his weapon, and staying erect, lifeless. Heraynocon had promised that she would be brought back if Flare swore his undying allegiance, which he did in an instant.He now regretted it.Heraynocon, even with all his power, couldn’t bring back the dead. Only Nui could, and he was just a myth. Flare had sold his soul for an empty shell of a world…------------------------------------------------------------The drones continued their march, patrolling the area for anyone, or anything. It was a futile trek however. Any MOC that was smart fled the planet the second Heraynocon took over. Some, who left when he raised the TransforMOC army, might very well have made it to some distant world, or to Mata Nui for safety. Anyone who stayed on the planet was either dead, or reformatted into a Tyran Drone.Flare scanned the horizon of the city. The city was black, barren, a battlefield. Buildings lay in ruin, cruisers were crashed into each other, bohwalkers lay scattered across the road. A streetlight flickered, its light stone almost extinguished. The sparking sound it produced caused Flare to turn around in his throne, battle ready. The light flickered again, sending a small fikou spider scurrying away. Flare sighed. The world was nothing now, especially without Newmega.Newmega was last seen in Heraynocon’s palace after the reformatting occurred. Heraynocon said that Newmega had escaped somehow, despite being challenged by Derail and Archive. The drones had searched for him, but found nothing. Newmega, and the primary members of the Guard Force, had vanished. The outlying special areas were scanned, but no cruisers were found. Flare had thought Newmega dead, starved or killed by some rouge rahi. He knew deep down however, that Newmega couldn’t die; not as long as he wore the mask of clarity, the clear kanohi Avohkii, the kanohi Ceartil. The Ceartil and Flare’s mask, the kanohi Akeru, were linked together.The drones stopped their march, and scanned the surrounding area. Flare growled.“What is the meaning of this?” he asked. “Drones! Why have you stopped?”“Enemy unit, General Flare,” the drone to his front right said.”Then go investigate,” Flare said. The drone nodded, and let go of the throne handle. The throne shifted slightly. The drone walked out of the road, and into an area ridden with trash and broken MOC parts; a junkyard. He scanned the area, searching for enemy units. He took a few more steps forward until he was in the middle of piles of junk. He scanned the area again, finding nothing.The drone heard a rustling behind him, and turned around completely. Unfortunately for him, his design was flawed. He hadn’t even completely spun around, as an arrow shot from behind a mountain of junk, piercing him in the forehead. The drone stood still for a moment, then fell forward, dead. Flare heard the drone’s body fall, and looked at the remaining drones.“Go!” he said. The three looked up at him, then at each other. They all lowered the throne to the ground, and walked into the area where the first drone had been killed. They stared at his body, then at the surrounding area. One drone heard something, a string being pulled. It spun around in the direction of the sound. The drone activated the binocular settings on its eyes and scanned the area. It heard a whiz, an object shooting through the air.The drone fell to the ground, an arrow through its neck. The remaining two drones stared at their fallen comrade, and then in the direction the arrow had come from. Another arrow shot from a pile of parts, piercing another drone in the eye, sending him to the ground.The last drone stood still, his three allies fallen, dead. He looked at their sprawled bodies, then at the masses of parts around him. His eyes widened, his teeth began to chatter, and his body began to quake. Fear was coursing through him.------------------------------------------------------------Flare sat on his throne, chin resting on his closed fist. The drones had been gone longer than they should have been, just for quick recon. He had heard three bodies fall to the ground, which he had assumed had been the drones. However, the fourth hadn’t fallen, so he was still expecting at least one mangled rebel body.Flare heard a fourth body fall, and peered in the direction the drones had gone. He hoped that the fourth body was that of whatever made the initial sound. He heard crawling, a body being dragged. His smile perked.The final drone was dragging itself along the ground by one hand, three arrows strategically piercing his body, immobilizing him. He crawled closer to Flare, and looked up at him.“Help… me…” the drone said, its voice hoarse. Its eyes widened as a final arrow pierced its skull, shutting it down. Flare’s eyes widened. He stood up and jumped off of the throne.Flare stepped over the fallen drone, and moved in towards the other drones. He came upon them quickly, their bodies limp and spread out on the ground, pierced with arrows. Flare grimaced slightly. He looked around the area, trying to find who, or what, took down his drones. Flare heard, just barely, a bow being pulled. It was being loaded, an arrow about to be fired. Flare heard the arrow come loose from the bow, and shoot towards him.Flare cartwheeled to the left, dodging the incoming arrow. He landed his maneuver, only to have another arrow pierce his right shoulder. He knelt on the ground, holding his shoulder, gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to subdue the pain. He looked up as two more arrows came shooting in his direction.Flare threw himself completely onto the ground as the arrows whizzed above him. He slowly stood up, smiling.“My, my. If I’m not mistaken, this is the work of Arkera, the greatest marksman in the Matoran Guard Force,” he said. “I’m kind of surprised that you and the Guard Force didn’t leave the planet when you had the chance.” The junkyard was silent. Flare chuckled. “Scared? Why not come out and face me?”At those words, Flare heard an energy weapon fire from behind him. He spun around, drawing a flame saber with his left hand, and deflected the blast. Another energy blast fired, and shot him in the back. Flare fell forward onto the ground. He tried to push himself up, but fell back to the ground as it shook.Vibrations flew through the ground, causing a minor earthquake. What in the name of Mata Nui was going on? Flare looked up and saw the origin of the quake: a bohwalker was standing right in front of him, a white matoran piloting it. From behind the bohwalker walked three matoran, one brown, an arrow strung on a bow, one green, twin pistol drawn, and one red, revolver pointed directly at Flare’s head. They were the Matoran Guard Force.“Well look what we have here,” the green one, Packe said. “Looks like we’ve got a general of Heraynocon, ey Arkera?” he said towards the brown matoran.“Looks like it Packe,” Arkera said. “What should we do with him Nuuparu?” he asked the red one. Nuuparu cocked his revolver.“Let’s show Heraynocon that we mean business,” Nuuparu said. He aimed the revolver at Flare’s head, finger on the trigger. Flare chuckled.“Before you fire, take a look behind you,” Flare said. The four matoran lowered their weapons, and turned to look behind them. At least forty Tyran-drones were positioned in the junkyard, weapons armed. The mouths of the matoran dropped almost in unison. Flare smiled, and began to stand up. “My, my. Funny how fast you’re relieved of your bravado.” Flare laughed. “Now, just surrender, and this will all go smoothly.” Mokaro, the white matoran in the bohwalker, let out a chuckle.“You think we’re gonna go without a fight?” Mokaro asked.“If you think that, I’ve got a bridge to sell you,” Packe added.“Go!” Nuuparu shouted. Arkera, Nuuparu and Packe turned towards the tyrans, and began to fire on all of them. Mokaro resumed control of the bohwalker, and aimed its guns directly at Flare.“Smile,” Mokaro said. But before he could fire the mech’s guns, three tyrans jumped from the battle and landed on the bohwalker, digging their claws into the hull. Mokaro struggled with the controls, trying to shake the drones. Flare smiled as the tyrans began to dismantle the weapons of the bohwalker. At that moment, three discs shot from the air, and landed on the arms of the tyrans. They halted their onslaught, and stared at the discs. The projectiles began to beep quickly, before detonating, blowing the drones from the bohwalker. Flare stood, awestruck, as a black figure fell from the sky, landing next to the bohwalker. The figure turned towards Mokaro, and spoke.“Quickly, get the others out of here. I’ll handle them,” he said.“But, New-“ Mokaro said, protesting.“Go!” the figure yelled. Mokaro nodded, then turned to the other matoran.“Amscray gents, he’s got it covered!” The other matoran nodded, then ran towards the bohwalker. The four matoran and mech left the battlefield, losing any opposition following them in the maze of damaged goods. The figure turned towards Flare slowly, scanning his form.The figure had a body similar to Flare’s, strong shoulders, enhanced legs and a large blade on his left wrist. Flare knew in an instant who the figure was.“But…how…” Flare asked, stunned. The figure chuckled.“Did you think that a hostile takeover could stop me?” he asked. The figure turned towards the twenty-some tyrans closing in on him. The figure opened two hatches, one on each leg, and pulled out a gear-shaped bomb from each. He armed them, and tossed them into the oncoming forces. The tyrans stopped, and stared at the bombs. In an instant the gears detonated, sending the drones flying backwards. The figure covered his face with his arm, shielding himself from the shrapnel. Flare slowly stood up, clutching his wounds.“You…you should be dead…” he said. The figure smiled.“So should you.” Flare clenched his teeth, drew his flame saber, and ran at the figure. The figure blocked the saber with his wrist blade.“You’re fast Newmega,” Flare said. “I’m honestly glad you’re still alive… it means that I can have the honor of extinguishing your heart light, like you did to Tremsa.” Newmega smiled.“And as you did to Gakama.” Newmega broke away from Flare, and pulled a junk sack from under a pile of rubble. “I just came for this, and I’ll be on my way. Keep in touch.” Newmega pulled another bomb from his leg, and threw it at Flare. Flare energized his saber, and shot a burst of flame at the bomb. The flames hit the bomb, and detonated it, sending hundreds of sharp pieces of shrapnel directly at Flare.Flare felt each piece go through his body, pinning him to the ground. He lay there, on the cold, dead ground, dozens of drones lying dead around him. One of the drone’s intercoms was still active, and picked up a signal.“This is Command Drone 5 here. What is your situation drone? Drone?” The commander on the other end waited for a response. “Drone? General Flare? Are you there?” Flare lay there, aware of the drone but not paying him any attention. Newmega was alive, some how, and still as strong as ever.At that moment, Flare knew that a wrench had been thrown into the system that was Heraynocon’s conquest.------------------------------------------------------------Chapter ThreeVakama’s voice rang out as Newmega left the disabled Flare and Tyran Drones. He spoke to no one in particular, but more importantly, no one could hear him.“Ah, it seems as though we’ve gotten into the thick of things, haven’t we? My my, this story does have many twists and turns. Hmm? What? Oh! Why yes, some clarification would be good at this point, wouldn’t it. Very well. I suppose there are some loose ends that need tying up. Well, let’s start from the beginning…Newmega, or should I say, Omegaro, was created long before the Great Cataclysm, like many of the other Toa. He was created on Artahka, and was trained by Hydraxon himself, just like the Toa Mata (at the request of Mata Nui, for some reason).Omegaro was a strong fighter, well learned in physical combat. He was an oddity, however, due to his lack of an element. Despite his coloring, he was no Toa of stone. But, this was for a reason. Omegaro was designed to operate the Nui Satellite, a great and powerful ornament above our fair planet, which was said to keep watch over the entire sphere.Omegaro was launched to the Nui Satellite in a Toa Canister, to relieve the Matoran working there of their post. At least, a few of them. For years, Omegaro successfully operated the satellite, keeping watch over the islands below at the request of his superiors. However, the Brotherhood had their sights set on the Satellite.One day, a group of special Makuta attacked the station, hoping to take it for themselves, believing in the stories that the satellite could rebuild bodies and summon Mata Nui himself. Omegaro quickly evacuated all of the Matoran, and fought off the Makuta. However, sometime during the fight, the station was badly damaged. Set to explode, it threatened the lives of the Makuta and the Toa.Dispatching the Makuta, Omegaro made it to the very canister he was launched in. He quickly sealed himself in, and hoped to survive the explosion. He did, unlike the Makuta, and was shot down from the sky, to our very own Mata Nui. However, this was not when we found him. Another organization made the initial discovery.A being from another universe entirely, Heraynocon, sent emissaries to capture Omegaro. They succeeded, and took him back to their home. To their surprise, however, Omegaro has sealed himself in to such a degree that Heraynocon and his men could not free him from his tomb. Frustrated, Heraynocon infused Omegaro with other-worldly energies, changing him, ravaging him from the inside, and sent him – still in the canister – back to Mata Nui, where we, the Turaga found him.It should be noted that the energies that were infused into Omegaro would later grant him the ability to change his shape into a dragon rahi.The Turaga found Omegaro’s canister and took it back to Kini-Nui. There, Omegaro was awakened and rebuilt. The dark energies had shaped Omegaro into a hunched, savage beast. The Turaga tried to help him, especially Nokama. But even her Rau could not get through to the deranged Toa.Omegaro eventually broke free from Kini-Nui, and rampaged across Mata Nui. After coming across the Toa Mata, Heraynocon’s energies reformatted Omegaro, rebuilding him into a form nearly identical to his original one, not without a few modifications. His Talon Claws had changed into Sniper Claws, and his legs were now fitted with what were essentially small rahi that could spy for him.It was at this point that another being had taken an interest in Omegaro. And is name, was Heraynocon.No, no, this wasn’t the same Heraynocon as the one who found Omegaro; this one was actually a Makuta. He was an interdimensional Makuta who existed within a pocket dimension right next to ours. It was said that he actually possessed a kanohi that allowed for passing between dimensions, but we all believe that he used otherworldly technology.But, I digress. This Heraynocon, this, Makuta, had idolized the real Heraynocon, and hoped that he could somehow join Heraynocon, or at least match his power through Omegaro. So, Omegaro was simultaneously recruited by two different yet identical organizations.The Makuta-Heraynocon surrounded himself with special beings, special Rahkshi that moved and acted like real people, real beings. They welcomed Omegaro into their ranks, and the disoriented toa joined them, not realizing that they were not the original Tricidicon.Omegaro served the Makuta-Heraynocon, and subsequently unofficially joined the ranks of the Brotherhood. Omegaro continued the fight the toa, as was his instinct, even after they had transformed into the Toa Nuva. Following his own programming, the toa without an element upgraded himself into an unofficial Toa Nuva.Although the newly christened Omegaro Nuva followed the orders of the Makuta, he in all honestly served the true Heraynocon. Omegaro blindly followed his orders and always did as he was told. That’s why he always got into scuffles with the Nuva, sometimes threatening their lives, sometimes seemingly helping them. At times he’d be ordered to attack them, and other times he would be ordered to obtain ‘data’ on the various villains and rahi.At any rate, that’s not what’s really important.After the defeat of the Makuta of Metru Nui, as you all know, there was a brief period in time where Mata Nui was at piece. Omegaro took advantage of this calm and struck.He had been ordered to kill Takanuva, the Toa of Light, the one toa who could truly throw a wrench into either Heraynocon’s plans for world domination. Yes, yes, you remember it vividly. Be quiet and listen for a moment.Omegaro cornered Takanuva in a cave after destroying the rebuilt Ussanui. Eventually, the two ended up on a cliff overlooking a chasm littered with the parts of what Omegaro called Toa and Matoran. In truth, these were neither Toa nor Matoran. They were beings known as MOCs: creations from another planet that could look like any Toa, rahi, Makuta or Matoran.These beings had been sent from a planet known as Nu-Nui to stop Omegaro, but, unfortunately, failed in their attempts. You see, Omegaro Nuva had gained some attention, especially since he wore the Tricidiconian insignia. Omegaro had dispatched all of these nuisances, and hoped to finish the job with the death of Takanuva. However, the Great Spirit himself would not let such an act occur.The Great Beings of the past had fashioned a mask in the likeness of the Avohkii and another mask, and locked it away until a hero shrouded in darkness would arise and achieve what he was destined to. That day had come.The Kanohi Ceartil, the Mask of Clarity rose up from the ashes of the fallen beings in the chasm, and disabled the dark toa. It revealed to him what he was destined to do, what he needed to do to find himself.You see, up until this point, Omegaro had secretly struggled with himself about where he stood. He blindly followed orders but he constantly questioned them. The Ceartil cleared away the shadows and revealed to him the clear, true path.From that point on, Omegaro walked the path of light, and resigned from both of the Tricidicon, much to the chagrin of both Heraynocons. He shed the name Omegaro and adopted the name you all know him by now: Newmega. However, the Makuta-Heraynocon would not stand for Newmega’s betrayal, and vowed to kill him.Newmega went on to collect the data of various Toa and beings, despite no longer being a Tricidiconian general. He acquired the ability to travel through time, whether it was through a mixture of Kanohi masks or the otherworldly technology. Newmega went back in time to the time of the Toa Metru to continue his collection work, not knowing that he would encounter the Makuta-Heraynocon, who from this point on will be referred to simply as Heraynocon.You see, years before the Toa Metru, during the time of the Toa Hagah, there existed two toa alongside the Hagah: Toa Rayno, and Toa Arco. The two were in love and fought valiantly, protecting two of the lost Metru: Noche Metru and Luna Metru. However, Toa Rayno fell from his pedestal as a toa due to his own lust for power. He tried to wage war on the Dark Hunters, the Makuta and the Hagah, but ultimately ended up fighting Toa Arco.Now, sometime after his fall from grace, Rayno adopted the name Heraynocon, and enslaved the citizens of Noche and Luna Metru. He attacked Arco, who had adopted the name Dayarcocon.To make a long story short, Heraynocon defeated Dayarcocon, but ended up falling at the hands of the Great Beings. After the destruction of Luna and Noche Metru, the Great Beings all but erased the memories of the Metru, which explains why none of you remember them.Anyway, after his defeat, Heraynocon fell into seclusion. He hid from all sides, and would wait for centuries until Omegaro’s eventual arrival on Mata Nui.Anyway, the present day Heraynocon had vowed to kill Newmega by any means necessary. He created dark copies of the Dark Hunters Krekka and Nidhiki to hunt Newmega in the past. They attacked him sometime after the wipe of Luna and Noche Metru, and relentlessly pursued him.At one point, Newmega came close to defeating the Giga Hunters, but in the process ended up killing a Matoran and mortally wounding another. The wounded matoran, Ssenkrad, sought the Giga Hunters to try and find some way to obtain revenge against Newmega.In all honesty, the secluded Heraynocon in the past had orchestrated Newmega’s destruction of the Le-Matoran ship that Ssenkrad was on, and tainted the young Matoran, turning him into a Giga copy of Turaga Dume, renaming him Doom. Somehow, the three Gigas and the myriad of Giga Vahki existed within plain sight of the real Dume and company, but stayed out of sight and out of mind.Sometime during this struggle, Newmega had ventured to Nu-Nui. He somehow gained the trust and admiration of the citizens, setting up a lucrative company on the planet, and allying himself with a former parallel Tricidiconian General.He came back to Metru Nui in the past to try and destroy the Gigas and put an end to Heraynocon. He called six Matoran to the ruins of Sky Nui, which in all actuality were the forgotten remains of Luna Metru. Newmega took these Matoran back to Nu-Nui, knowing Dume and his men would follow him.And, well, you all know what happens next. Doom rose to power quickly, and almost vanquished Newmega, but was defeated by Neo. The present day Heraynocon then rose to power and conquered Nu-Nui. Yes, yes, I believe that that’s where we left off.Oh! What happened to Doom, you ask? Well, I suppose you just have to wait and find out, won’t you? Haha, yes. Let’s return to our story, shall we?”------------------------------------------------------------Chapter FourTwo Tyran Drones skulked across the desolate remains of the Po-District. They had been the units chosen to survey the area for the day. They were looking for something; moreover, someone.Ever since Heraynocon had conquered Nu-Nui, he had sent at least two Tyrans every day to patrol this sector of the Po-District. He was paranoid, and wanted to ensure that whoever they were looking for was either dead, or never rising from their hiding spot.Months had passed, and no one had arisen. The Tyrans found this trek a futile one, but a necessary one; for if they were to question their mission or stray from their course, they would surely have their heart lights extinguished.The Drones marched forward, checking under every rock – no matter how small – and behind every rock face. They were planning to return to base to report nothing of importance, when the first Drone looked forward into the distance. It saw something; a crevice? The first Drone pointed into the horizon, and the second Drone focused on the spot. It was true what the first one saw: a large crevice, hundreds of bio long, easily 5 bio across, and who knows how deep.The Drones ceased dragging their claws and moved towards the crevice ahead of them. It took them but a few minutes to reach their destination, despite their hunched stature.The first Drone peered into the crevice, surveying its immense depth. The second one’s claw knocked loose some rubble that tumbled to the bottom. The Drones listened for the rubble hitting the bottom, trying to judge the depth of the chasm. They waited, and after a minute or so, the gravel hit the hard, clay bottom of the crevice. The two Tyrans looked at each other, then back at the opening.Drone 2 leaned over the crevice again, scanning its entirety with its scope vision. It turned back to the first Drone.“Prepare to return to base,” it said. “We’ve found nothing of significance to re--!”The Drone was stopped mid-sentence as an enormous katana sprang from the chasm, spearing it through the skull. The Drone stood still for a moment, then fell over with a loud thud that rang out through the abandoned city of stone. The second Drone’s eyes widened.It poked its partner cautiously. No response. The Drone peered over the edge of the chasm, trying to discern what had killed its ally. At hadn’t scanned a quarter of the chasm before a thin, white sword shot from the depths and speared the Drone in a manner similar to its partner. Number 2 fell backward onto the ground, arms spread.“Mata Nui, took them a while to come looking over here, didn’t it?” a feminine voice from the chasm asked.“Took us a while to reach the top, too,” another feminine voice replied. A white hand rose from the chasm and grasped the edge. Another one rose after it, digging its fingers into the rock. Dayarcocon pulled herself up from the darkness, Kwick a few feet from her. The two MOCs crawled onto the ground, stood up, and dusted themselves off.“Mata Nui…” Kwick said, astonished. She looked around at the Po-District. “What happened here?”“Heraynocon,” Dayarcocon replied matter-of-factly. “Come on, we have to find Newmega.”“You think he’s even here? He could of high-tailed it out of here before this devastation happened.”“Not likely. Come on.” The two pulled their respective swords from the Tyran bodies, and took off at a brisk run towards BZ-Koro.---------------------------------------------------------Newmega landed in the outskirts of BZ-Koro, his heel extensions cushioning his impact. He looked behind him, scanning to see if any Drones had followed him. Unlikely. The Drones were surprisingly slow at times, and even if they could keep up in terms of speed, they couldn’t keep up with him; his heel extensions allowed him to jump and maneuver like no other.Newmega turned back around and faced a small rock formation. It wasn’t unique or anything; rather, it was quite common for this area outside the BZ-Koro limits. He felt around the edges of the formation until his hand felt a small indentation. He pressed in on the indent and stood back.A small click, barely audible, was emitted from the rock face. Newmega braced himself and grabbed the edges of the rock. He began to turn the rock, moving it to the side. After he had moved it enough that a small opening was revealed, he slid through the opening and pressed a small button on the back of the rock. It shifted back into place and locked.Newmega walked down a long stairway, one that would seem as long as the 777 stairs on Voya Nui to the normal Matoran or MOC. After a few minutes of trekking, Newmega reached the bottom of the staircase and stared at a large, metal door. He turned a large wheel on the door, having to use both his hands to do so. After a series of clicks, Newmega pulled the door open, revealing a large, dark room. He walked inside and shut the door behind him, the same clicks running again.Newmega walked over to the wall to his right and flipped a switch. A few light stones flickered on, revealing a workshop of sorts, of course, without many of the amenities that once resided in Newmega’s original workshop.Newmega pulled the satchel out of his storage compartment and set it down on a table, throwing himself into an adjacent chair. He swiveled and looked at the computer monitor in front of him. He typed in a series of key commands, then turned his attention to the satchel.Inside were various interior parts for MOCs, and additionally, a few pieces of protosteel. Newmega held a small piece in his hand and examined it. Protosteel could cut through almost anything, and would prove useful in taking down Heraynocon. He took a small saw and chipped off pieces of the steel, and placed it in a loose casing. He set a charge in the middle of the protosteel shards and closed the casing. Now, he had a protosteel shrapnel bomb.As he marveled at his work, Newmega felt a somber cloud float above him. He set the bomb down on the table and rested his head on his hands. How long had it been? How long had he been hiding, trying to raise a resistance force? How could he hope to take down the Tyran army? It all seemed so daunting, so hopeless…Newmega’s pity was broken by a series of clicks coming from the barricade door. He stood up, gripping his staff. Had the Tyrans broken through? Had they discovered his hideaway? Well, if they were coming in, they were going to find the fight of their lives. Newmega shut off the lights and waited. The door slowly swung open, its hinges creaking.Newmega drew his staff, and sprang forward. “Fall Tyran, fall!” he yelled. He held his staff like a javelin, hoping to spear the intruders.“Wait, stop, stop!” a feminine voice yelled.“Newmega, wait!” another voice yelled. In the darkness, neither MOC could tell what was going on. Newmega knew he had reached a standstill with one of the intruders, their weapons connected. He struggled to break free.“Reveal yourself!” he shouted. Suddenly, the lights flickered on. Newmega blinked as his eyes adjusted. “Kwick?” Kwick’s katana was interlocked with Newmega’s staff, Kwick herself trying to break free. Newmega looked to his left. A badly damaged, dirty Dayarcocon stood against the wall, her finger on the light switch. Newmega dislodged his weapon from Kwick’s and stepped back. “What… what’s going on?” he asked. Kwick stowed her weapon.“Good to see you, Newmega,” she said.“Indeed,” Dayarcocon added. “How long has it been?”“Months,” Newmega replied shortly. “What’s going… what happened to you two?”“Yes, let me explain,” Dayarcocon said. “But first, is there any place we could clean up? As you can see, we’re both filthy.” Newmega pointed behind him.“There’s a spigot behind that wall. Sorry it’s not a deluxe sweet, but it’s all I have right now.” Dayarcocon looked to Kwick.“You go first, Ninjair.” Dayarcocon said. Kwick smiled and walked behind the wall and turned on the water.“Ninjair?” Newmega asked.“Let me explain,” Dayarcocon repeated. She sat down in a chair and leaned against its back. She closed her eyes and tilted head back, relaxing for once in what seemed like a very long time. “After we left GRAVE, we were able to catch up to Heraynocon and Derail. Unfortunately, they were more than prepared for use. They destroyed our cruiser, and then Derail, he… it was like he had elemental energies.”“What?” Newmega asked.“He used his weapon to open a chasm in the earth beneath us. We fell to the bottom and nearly died.”“I’m not sure that that’s so much elemental energy as strength and strategy.”“At any rate,” Dayarcocon continued, “We fell. We eventually hit the bottom, dear Kwick taking more damage than I did. We had no way out. But we got lucky. After Heraynocon created the Tyrans, he would send some every so often to patrol the chasm to make sure we were dead. Once or twice, a few would fall in due to their own stupidity. We destroyed them, and since they were presumed dead already, we didn’t draw attention to ourselves. We were able to jerry-rig a few repairs out of the Tyran parts. Originally, Kwick wasn’t for the idea, but Tyrans weren’t a step too far from Vahki, were they?”“I suppose not.”“We were able to repair ourselves to some extent, but waited for months before anymore Tyran showed up. Two more came over to the chasm recently, yesterday actually, and peered in. We had been climbing up the chasm, trying to get out, and were about to be found out anyway. It was a risky move. We killed the Tyrans and made it out of the chasm., and came here.”“How’d you know where I was?” Dayarcocon put her hand on Newmega’s chest plate.“Even though you don’t wear the insignia anymore, Toa, I can track you by similar means.” Dayarcocon pulled her hand back. Newmega felt his chest plate.“Good to know. And what about Kwi… Ninjair’s armor?”“Pieces from the cruiser. Surprisingly, it hadn’t been cleared away.”“Probably in memoriam,” Newmega said somberly. Dayarcocon placed her hand on Newmega’s shoulder.“We were able to figure out what happened from the Tyran memory banks. I, I’m truly sorry Newmega.”“Me too…” Newmega replied. The water stopped running behind the rock wall. Ninjair walked out into the main room, ringing out the water from her long braid of hair.“All yours, Dayarcocon,” she said. “It’s really cold, so I’d suggest just running some off your armor.”“Noted,” Dayarcocon replied. She got up and walked behind the rock wall. The faucet turned on once again. Ninjair strode over to Dayarcocon’s chair and sat down, crossing her legs.“So, how are you?” she asked. Newmega looked up at her. “Ok, stupid question. My bad.” She paused. “I’m, I’m sorry about what happened… to Gakama and Neo…”“No point crying over the past,” Newmega said abruptly. “You can’t change it… as much as I’d like to…” A tear rolled down his cheek.“Newmega…” The faucet shut off behind the rocks. Dayarcocon stepped out, leaning her sabers against the wall. “That was quick.”“I didn’t take as much damage as you did,” Dayarcocon replied. She walked over and pulled over another chair. “So, what’s our status?”“In terms of what?” Newmega asked.“The resistance,” Dayarcocon replied. “What’s the status?”“Scared and weak. Right now, it’s just me and the Guard Force. Oh, and Proto. We’ve go him too.”“Proto! My my, I haven’t seen him in a while, how is he?”“Doing a fine job in all honesty. He can take down a few Tyrans pretty quickly. But in the grand scheme of things, that’s not much.”“So, what you’re saying is, we need some reinforcements?” Ninjair asked.“We need an entire army!” Newmega exclaimed. “We can’t win with the numbers we have, even with you two coming in! It’s hopeless!”“Nothing is hopeless, Newmega,” Dayarcocon said sternly. “We just need to play our hand very carefully.”“What do you mean?” Dayarcocon stood up and cracked her fingers.“Just wait,” Ninjair said. Dayarcocon tied the braids of her hair together and closed her eyes.“White Star Program: activate,” she muttered under her breath. “Seek Program: Pinpoint Unit IRU-H. Portal: activate.” Dayarcocon held her hands in front of her chest as if she were holding an invisible ball. A glimmer of yellow energy appeared between her hands and began to build in size. “Stand back,” she said. Ninjair and Newmega jumped up and stood directly beside her.Dayarcocon pushed the ball of energy forward and let it hover in mid air. “Portal!” she yelled. The light exploded in a flash of blue light, temporarily blinding Ninjair and Newmega. Energy pulsated from the explosion, knocking instruments off of tables and shattering one or two light stones.As the energy died down and the light dimmed, the three MOCs looked at where the explosion originated. A figure stood there, his gold, polished feet contrasting the hard, dirty stone floor. He lifted his staff and hit the ground with the hilt. The three looked upon his golden Kanohi mask.“Happy-greetings to you all, my brothers and sisters!” Iruini Hagah said brightly.
Edited by Newmega, Jul 25 2013 - 10:30 AM.