PROLOGUEMany years ago, during the Core War, the Great Beings knew they would have to find a way to help the planet, Spherus Magna. Their many ideas eventually landed on a massive robot that would require the presence of living nanotech to keep it functioning. This nanotech would come to be called "Matoran." Prior to the existence of Takua, the first Matoran, the Great Beings produced a number of prototypes, one of which almost succeeded. Angonce, a Great Being who had a strong fascination with the Agori people, was elected to oversee the project. About three weeks into their project, Angonce was walking through their fortress down to one of the labs. Inside this chamber was the latest model of the Matoran nanotech. If this one worked, they hoped it would be the final version that would be used inside their massive robot. Heremus, another Great Being, was on the verge of completing the plans for the robot. Angonce knew he must pay attention to this creation: a small being that was based on the Agori species native to Spherus Magna. If they were lucky, then this was the final product and they could begin work on the larger robot.However, he would be disappointed to learn that this was not the case.As Angonce came to the door of the lab, he heard his companions panicking. Looking inside, he saw something disturbing: the small being strapped to a platform in the middle of the room, was struggling against his bonds, and the readings on the monitors were rapidly alternating, indicating anything from overflow of power to loss of important data. The Matoran were not meant to be anything more than the nanotech that kept the robot running. This one, however, seemed to be developing a mind of its own, and was rebelling against its creators. Angonce ran over to one of the other Great Beings and quickly asked him what was going on. The answer didn't do anything to help his mood."We were trying to install his intelligence systems, but something went wrong. Something must have glitched, because he began receiving information on all the other life forms we have planned for their universe. Worse, he's developing a personality; a sense of being, as if he's not trying to do what is required of him, but what he wants to do."Angonce grimaced. He knew this unlikely turn of events might have a negative impact on the project. He could think of only one possible solution: "Shut it down. Cut off the power supply before he's finished! Shut down the whole system. We can start again when he's disconnected."He thought that the creature coming into being before him wouldn't be able to hear him; the intake of information and energy would keep most of his systems offline. But he was wrong. The little figure's eyes snapped open, and his muscles strained underneath his armour. That's when Angonce noticed something strange: the being was changing, growing, becoming something... else. What had once been a small green and black worker was now a seven-foot tall blue and white warrior. His bonds snapped, and the figure roared at the Great Beings. He unfolded a set of wings and leaped off the platform on which he was being created, stumbling a little upon using his legs for the first time. He blinked once, then looked down at his form, which was now larger and stronger than before.But before anything else could happen, one of the Great Beings held up a hand and tried to appear calm in the face of this project-gone-wrong. The figure looked at him, but didn't seem to understand the gesture. However, the silence in the room seemed to calm him down. The being then visibly relaxed and took a step back. The Great Being spoke to him slowly and carefully,hoping this new warrior would understand. After all, if it had absorbed a lot of their data, perhaps it had picked up on some language capabilities. "We mean no harm. Can you understand me? Hello?" The being just glared at him, slowly flexing his jaw behind his mask. A moment later, the figure began to make a series of grunts and other sounds, but it wasn't any recognizable language. "Maybe this project wasn't a failure," the Great Being thought aloud.Angonce walked over and examined the warrior. "Interesting... Maybe we can use this to our advantage. The smaller one became something larger and more powerful. Perhaps we can work that into the next version of the project. Like this one, but downgraded. This one will be allowed to function, but he must be finished first." He laid a hand on the warrior's shoulder and guided him over to the platform again. "Let's get you fixed up, okay?"A few years later...The Great Beings stood at the feet of their massive robot, the one which would carry the Matoran inside it as it traveled through space, learning as much as it could about foreign worlds before returning to repair Spherus Magna. Angonce was glad to see that the project was finished, that their greatest chance of surviving on their world was finally ready. However, one of the others who had worked with him on that project a few years earlier pointed out that their first success, the shapeshifting prototype, had disappeared, and none knew where he had gone. This worried Angonce. That being had learned everything that the Great Beings had planned, and if he could make it into the robot along with the Matoran, then there was no telling what he could do...As the massive robot, christened "Mata Nui," was preparing to launch, the missing project of the Great Beings stood on the shores of the Northern Continent, waiting for the robot to take off. He knew that once it did, he would be safe from the Great Beings, for he knew what they were planning for him; given his unique qualities, they were going to experiment on him and try to reproduce his abilities, but not with the same powerful intelligence. He didn't want to live his life as a project, so he ran away. He didn't know yet what he would do here, but he would make the most of it.END PROLOGUE
Morning…A small being in green and black armour awoke on the shores of the island of Stelt, his face buried in the sand. He sat up and coughed, trying to make his eyes focus. He couldn’t see his own hand, but he could still feel. Reaching up, he felt the mask on his face, his fingers exploring the angles and contours of its wedge-like shape. “Yup, it’s a Kakama again,” he said to himself. “Has it really already been a month?”The 1st Shadow tried to stand up, but his legs were not responding properly, and he fell over on to his back. Need to do this a bit more slowly, he thought. Sitting up, he looked around. He could see clearly now, and feeling was starting to come back to his limbs. About forty-five feet away, he saw his ship lying on its side on the shore, some of the cargo spread around it. Suddenly worried, he leaped to his feet and ran as quickly as his unstable legs would allow over to the wreck. Amid the scattered cargo, he saw a set of footprints going to and fro. The 1st Shadow grimaced and began searching for his most valuable piece: a small box that contained a very rare artifact.He intended to sell this object to a client on Xia, in exchange for a small container of energized protodermis and a few sheets of protosteel. These were some materials necessary for his special project, so he had to be extra careful that his clients never got too much information.After a few minutes of searching, he was starting to get worried. The box wasn’t here. Could it have been lost in…? He looked out to sea, at the storm that had apparently sent his craft to shore. If it had been lost to the waters, then he wouldn’t be able to find it until he had enough power to go searching for it beneath the waves! But that was impossible; he had been holding it when the storm hit. His last memories were of trying to secure it in a hatch near the stern of his ship, but then he found himself too weak to open it. Once again, he had transformed at a very inopportune time.“What’s that?” he asked out loud. Just a few feet away, partially hidden behind another crate, he spotted a corner of the intricate box. He pounced on top of it, pulling it out into the open. What he saw made him worry even more. Half of the box had been crushed, and its contents were nowhere to be seen. However, he did see something that might explain its absence: the footprints he had seen earlier had made their way through his cargo, but when they arrived at this spot, they turned and went back up the sand into the rocks nearby.Spotting his weapon sticking out of the ground near where he had awakened, he went over to retrieve it, feeling a familiar sense of comfort when he grabbed it. The staff itself was made of black metal, and was about the same height as he was. On the top of it was a functioning drill, which he used for defensive purposes.Returning to where he had found the box, he analyzed the shape and size of the footprints. The wind from offshore had disturbed the sand, so it was hard to tell who or what they might belong to. With no other option, he followed the footprints, hoping the thief wouldn’t put up too much of a fight.Coming up to the foot of a large boulder, he began to climb. One would think that his years of experience would have made him think more carefully about things before acting. However, he was confident that he could handle just about anything on his own. But in the last thousand years or so, he had been feeling more than just a confidence, but an urgency to do everything that suited his purposes.Ever since the Great Spirit Mata Nui had been put to slumber, he knew he had to act more quickly. He had heard that Metru Nui was deserted, so that closed off one of his more promising trading centers. However, places like Xia and Stelt would serve just as well. Now, he had to focus on getting back that which was stolen from him.Glancing out at the island before him, The 1st Shadow spotted a disturbance amid the bushes below. His quarry wouldn’t necessarily be lying in wait for him, if the thief had any sense. Unless… He leaped down to the ground and raced as fast as his small legs could carry him, calling upon his mask power to increase his speed. In moments, he found himself running behind a being that resembled a Matoran, but was taller and thinner than most, and faster than he looked. In the figure’s hand, The 1st Shadow spotted his missing artifact. Mentally willing his mask to grant him greater speed, he pressed on, leaping over bushes and rocks as he began to overcome his target.After a few minutes, the chase ended abruptly, when the new arrival stopped and caught The 1st Shadow by the neck and flung him to the ground. He didn’t stay down long, though. Springing to his feet, he lashed out at his attacker’s feet with his staff, activating the drill end of it in the process. Pinning his target down, he held the drill near the figure’s Kanohi Ruru. “Hello, Demrus,” he said, grinning with satisfaction. “May I have that back?”Demrus didn’t look the slightest bit phased. “You’re forgetting, Shadow, that I have what you came for. If you take this back, then I will be disinclined to give you the materials you need, am I right?”The 1st Shadow smiled and stepped back, helping the Matoran to his feet. Demrus had worked with The 1st Shadow in the past, and they had once come across an engineer who had shown them how to rebuild themselves into larger forms. Demrus had taken to the project immediately, but Shadow had refused, though he never stated his reasons. Now, they found themselves together again: two business partners, trying to make their way in the universe.Demrus glanced around, as if trying to make sure that no one had followed him. He drew his blade, then gestured toward a small stand of trees about a mile from where they stood. “Why don’t we take this back to my place?” he suggested, hefting The 1st Shadow's artifact. “We can talk in private there, and I can give you directions to someone who can get you what you need and have you on your way to Xia before long.”The 1st Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Now, how in Mata Nui’s name did you know Xia was my next target?”Demrus laughed, his deep voice carrying farther than Shadow would have felt comfortable with. On an island like Stelt, you never knew who you could trust, and The 1st Shadow hoped they wouldn't attract too much attention from the wrong kind of people. “Call it a hunch, old friend. Now, let’s get moving, before the rest of the island wakes up.”END CHAPTER 1
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Edited by ~The 1st Shadow~, Aug 20 2012 - 03:34 AM.