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  1. Holy cow. This was just fantastic. Antroz being female worked incredibly well and I have no idea why. Antroz being literally blind to match her prime-reality counterpart, and then realizing she was metaphorically blind at the end, was a great narrative motif. The idea that there's authoritarianism and cruelty hiding beneath the crystal-clean surface of The Melding's society is wonderful and I'd love to see it explored more. As a fan of Transformers's Shattered Glass stories, exploring Good Antroz as a character fascinates me so much and you portrayed her perfectly, in my opinion. Other stuff: Krekka losing his eye to Gorast, in reference to the prime reality. Angonce being cheerful and upbeat but terrifyingly harsh. Ehrye as a Toa, because why not? Antroz's inner monologues about Vultraz's troublesome remarks. This entire thing was just superbly written and I'd love to see you do more Melding oneshots.
  2. Ohhhh man! You're joking! You made me get attached to Visorak! Agh, this is so good!
  3. I'll be honest, I just can't see Teridax showing remorse. It's just not in him.
  4. Hoooooooly cow. Utterly fantastic. I came here from your signature after reading your recent Great Being fic. Is this how they all are? If so, I'm going to devour them in the next few minutes. I thought you'd be using original characters at first, and then bam! Interlude with a plot twist. So great.
  5. I love that you didn't tell us who this is about. Figuring stuff like that out is always fun when reading fanfics. I think it's pretty clear who it is, but there's a chance I'm wrong. A very short and sweet fic either way.
  6. Oh my god. That was amazing. The dialogue and relationships among the Toa already made this a good fic, but the twist with Spiriah was just fantastic. I love it when a plot twist makes me suddenly feel shaken, because it's so unexpected that it feels just plain wrong even to the reader. At first, after "Kotoro" mentioned his Silence power, I thought... well, probably a Makuta, right? But I wasn't sure. And then when he gloated about "another Toa of Iron" down I had to take a moment to stop reading and gasp. So, not only did you give us the oft-mentioned but never actually displayed scene from canon where Lesovikk's team meets their end, but you also managed to write about the infamous Iron and Gravity purge. Hats off to you.
  7. Loved this! It was a very good expression of Lhikan's character and I liked how you visited the ideas of the elemental beings, which otherwise have gone pretty much unnoticed throughout the story after the Fire Entity's initial appearance.
  8. “Graaaahh!” His left wing was gone. The entire stalk, from its base connection at his mid-back, to the razor-sharp edges, had cleanly disappeared. This sort of thing was a common enough occurrence, but the victim had never found it any less irritating. He would’ve eviscerated the being responsible centuries ago if that being hadn’t been himself. Bitil, Makuta of the Southern Islands━ the western chain, at least━ some of the western chain━ had long ago laid to rest any uncertainties he might once have felt about using such a risky mask. Risks were only dangerous for lesser beings, and posed no threat to the fount of raw power that was a Makuta. Bitil might lose a limb from time to time, but pain had not troubled any of his kind in more than thirty millenia. Armor, limbs, even bodies could be replaced, and so often were for reasons far less pressing than critical damage━ Mutran had once ordered the construction of a new suit of armor for himself after deciding that his old one resembled Chirox’s too closely. That didn’t make a sudden imbalance between the left and right sides of Bitil’s body any less annoying. After a few miserable attempts at flying using one wing and his gravity power, he gave up and shapeshifted the remaining wing away. There was also the minor problem of the freshly created hole in his back, through which his essence was now trying its hardest to escape. Not wasting any time, he summoned a yellow-armored Rahkshi to his side, which used its heat vision to cauterize the wound, sealing it for the time being. That patch of his torso had no armor, so he would need to be cautious until his body could be repaired. Caution, when he knew the Dark Hunters were planning to attack this fortress within the hour? Laughable. He was Bitil, feared by even his fellow Makuta━ or why else would they have assigned him to such an inhospitable region, a domain too treacherous for a lesser warrior to maintain control of? They knew his strength, and they respected it. This will not impede me, he vowed. Even without the ability to fly, he was more than a match in combat for whatever scum the seekers of shadow had sent on the assault. A Dark Hunter craved power━ a Makuta embodied it. They stood no chance whatsoever. Though the Hunters were universally associated with stealthiness, the degree to which they caught him off guard still came as a shock to Bitil; within moments of being sighted they had penetrated the fortress’s walls. The group was as motley as could be expected, but all six fought with lethal efficiency, the Vortixx wielding the plasma cannon most of all. A handful of Visorak had already been obliterated by that one alone. Two of the Hunters were known to the Brotherhood. The first was an imposing figure in red armor armed with a staff and shield━ Firedracax. His hatred for Visorak had been prominently displayed throughout the war, and this battle was no exception. Though his weapons were less impressive than the one carried by his black-armored comrade, he tore into the spiders with a savage fury that more than made up for it. Bitil ignored him; the forces stationed here had more than enough Visorak to spare, and Firedracax wouldn’t bother with the Rahkshi or Bitil himself until it was far too late. The second familiar Hunter was the being codenamed “Seeker”, a silver-armored warrior with four razor-sharp legs and a seismic-empowered staff. While Firedracax was known for his bloodlust, Seeker’s name was met with universal derision━ he had been an agent of the Brotherhood until his legendary failure to protect the Kanohi Avohkii from Teridax’s team of Hagah. Now he was nothing more than an energy hound led around by the Shadowed One with the promise of retaking the mask always kept just in front of him. Another opponent unworthy of Bitil’s attention. The Rakhshi would deal with that one soon enough. More interesting, though, was the trio of headless quadrupeds firing blasts of energy with impressive speed. They matched the description given by Krika of robots that had escalated Zakaz’s civil war past any reasonable standard for conflict━ the Nektann. It was a safe assumption, then, that these particular drones were controlled by the Vortixx, seeing as it was the inhabitants of Xia that had produced them in the first place. Well, then. That simplified things. Telepathically commanding the half dozen or so Rakhshi present to keep the Nektann occupied, Bitil loosed a blast of elemental Shadow from his longswords, aiming squarely at the ebon-armored Xian, who had just finished incinerating an Exo-Toa with his cannon. The Dark Hunter spotted the attack with plenty of time to spare, and nimbly jumped to the side, flipping in mid-air to dodge the Shadow blast. That was fine━ Bitil had only intended it as a distraction. Already he was running towards the Vortixx at full speed, zigzagging across the battlefield to avoid the engagements between his minions and the rest of the Hunters. A dead Vohtarak, sent flying by a seismic wave from Seeker, was flung directly into his path. He cut it in half and blew the resulting corpse fragments out of his way with a small application of his Cyclone power, all without slowing his course. In Bitil’s mind, the battle was already won. Take out the Vortixx and the Nektann would flounder without anyone to give them orders. The remaining two Hunters would be forced to retreat. The next obstacle that barred his sprint across the battlefield wasn’t nearly as cleavable as a Visorak: the Vortixx had returned fire with his plasma cannon. Bitil simply triggered his Dodge power, flinging himself out of the blast’s way. This was why he was determined to engage the Vortixx in close quarters: any attempt to attack the Xian from afar with the likes of Chain Lightning or even his own Plasma power would simply be blocked by an equally-powerful ball of molten protodermis, but such a volatile weapon would be worse than useless in hand-to-hand combat. The Dark Hunter was more likely to incinerate himself than Bitil if he tried to wield it in such close proximity. A few more seconds and the gap between them had been closed. Bitil, of course, did not possess the power of Speed; it was arguably the most fundamental ability that had inexplicably been left out of the Makuta retinue by the Great Spirit, as many of Bitil’s kin had bitterly observed over the years. But nearly every Makuta’s body was nonetheless a perfect emblem of physical power, so it shouldn’t have been surprising at all that he had crossed a distance of several bio so quickly. Almost mechanically, Bitil set about slashing at the Vortixx with vicious intent, not worrying about maintaining flawless sword technique since his opponent had no real means by which to counter. It was all the Xian could do to avoid Bitil’s deadly strikes; while he clearly had the basic melee combat ability required of any Dark Hunter, he was quickly being backed into a corner by his lack of expertise in unarmed combat against swordplay━ or, for that matter, his lack of experience in fighting a being of such power as a Makuta. As the moment of his victory approached, Bitil mused that it wasn’t strictly true that no Makuta had the power of Speed. He vaguely remembered once seeing a Kanohi Kakama on Destral, one just as black and pitted as any of the other masks worn by the Brotherhood. It had definitely belonged to a Makuta, though Bitil couldn’t fathom who, or why. The mask of Speed was ever a popular choice among Toa; any Makuta who chose to don one would have immediately become a laughingstock. Possibly the only more blasphemous choice of Kanohi would have been a Hau, the ubiquitous symbol of Mata Nui himself. So who, exactly… ? Oh. Right. Dokzyl. The only female Makuta to side with Miserix during that now-infamous Convocation. That was where Bitil had seen her mask: nailed to the wall of the Convocation Chamber. She had been dead for tens of thousands of years. Hardly surprising, really, that she had sided with that old fool━ she always had a soft spot for the Toa, as evidenced by━ thud! Lost in his thoughts, Bitil had failed to realize that the Vortixx’s endless dodges were in fact meant to stall for time. Seeker had finished with the Rahkshi and Visorak that had been sent after him, and had launched a tremor towards the corner where Bitil and the Vortixx were squaring off. The Vortixx, anticipating the attack’s arrival, had deftly backflipped away from the site of impact, leaving Bitil to be knocked on his feet by the tremor. His other opponent wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity, bringing the plasma cannon to bear now that its intended target was safely removed from the wielder’s vicinity once more. Mentally cursing, Bitil only barely managed to activate his Dodge ability once again. The ball of superheated protodermis singed his armor along his right leg as it passed, before striking a Boggarak dead-center. The unfortunate spider let out a metallic screech as its structure melted. Bitil leapt towards the Vortixx again, only for the other to easily evade his longswords while Seeker loosed wave after wave of subterranean strikes. It was becoming annoyingly obvious that this particular pair of Dark Hunters were well-versed in combination attacks━ one kept the opponent off-balance, while the other hammered them with that infernal cannon. A quick glance at the rest of the battle revealed that Firedracax was still easily tearing through the ranks of the Visorak, while the Nektann had reduced several more Exo-Toa to piles of scrap. Bitil had to end this himself, quickly. The Vortixx laughed as yet another seismic attack struck, sending Bitil flying into one of the fortress’s walls with a dull thunk. “Mata Nui! I can see why you’re stuck guarding this worthless heap of rubble. Seriously, is this place booby-trapped, or what? The Brotherhood’s handing it to us, right? It’s a trap. Come on. You can tell me.” Bitil growled and extricated himself from the fresh Makuta-shaped dent left in the wall. “My brethren value my services in battle, vermin! I cannot say the same for yours, or they would not have sent you to face such as perilous foe as myself!” “Sure,” snorted the Vortixx. “I’m terrified by your masterful display of all two Kraata powers in your arsenal.” He lifted the plasma cannon again. “Whatever. Say hi to Nidhiki for me.” Snarling, Bitil threw all caution to the wind, triggering his mask power. From behind him, Seeker gasped as a second Bitil appeared, identical to the first in every regard but one━ the dupe was adorned with a pair of gleaming protosteel wings. Even as the first Bitil sidestepped the blast from the Vortixx’s plasma cannon and charged towards his target once again, the second was taking to the air, peppering Seeker with bolts of Shadow. Their combo far less effective against multiple skilled opponents, the Hunters were forced on the defensive, Seeker blocking the clone’s Shadow blasts with his staff, the Vortixx resorting once more to dodging around each of the original’s longsword strikes. Ordinarily, Bitil restricted use of his Mohtrek to one-on-one duels━ or, at the very least, battles against no more than three opponents. Conflicts such as this one, with his entire army engaging three Dark Hunters and their three mechanized lackeys across an entire fortress, were too unpredictable; Bitil lacked the ability to carefully monitor his clones’ movements and ensure they stayed out of danger. Injuries to himself in battle, as uncommon as they were, he regarded as perfectly acceptable, since the ultimate outcome was always his victory regardless. Damage inflicted on his clones, however, was infinitely more annoying━ his current lack of wings was proof enough of that. But the situation had left him no other choice, so he had reluctantly summoned the one copy to keep Seeker busy (and possibly even kill him━ the Hunter probably wasn’t very strong, seeing as his main tactic was disruption), swearing that he would send it back to its proper time as soon as the Vortixx had been finished off. Another aspect of the mask’s power that was somewhat uncontrollable: Bitil’s lack of precise control over when his copies were summoned from. Over the millenia, he had acquired a general feel for being able to pull himself from, say, a week ago━ and therefore from two weeks ago, three weeks, and so on━ but smaller units of time were much more difficult to gauge accurately. Wanting to keep as much of this battle under his control as possible, he had aimed at summoning a clone from the past few days, so that it would possess the same body as the one he had now, but he wasn’t even sure that it had come from before the moment he lost his wings until it actually appeared. He could see defeat in the Vortixx’s eyes, now━ only a few seconds left━ and he knew exactly what would happen afterward. The Nektann, devoid of a commander, would continue to act on their prior instructions to battle the Brotherhood forces, but without any tactical thought process would be easily overcome by a few bolts of Chain Lightning. Firedracax would want to fight until the end, taking as many Visorak with him as possible when he went down━ but Seeker, if he was still alive, would probably order him to retreat. The Shadowed One was smart enough never to put Firedracax in charge of any mission. The moment arrived. The Vortixx missed a beat as he twirled to dodge the next slash of Bitil’s swords, stumbling and falling onto his knees, his plasma cannon sliding across the floor and out of his reach. The yellow-armored Makuta, cackling with triumph, raised his right arm for the finishing blow━ and in desperation, the Vortixx made a swift motion with his left hand. It was a command to the Nektann: defend your master at all costs. In the seconds before his arm completed its downward swing, Bitil spotted three orbs of pure energy hurtling at him from the other side of the battlefield. His first instinct was to ignore them━ primitive Skakdi war machines surely could not cause any significant injury to protosteel Makuta armor, and even if they could, then to Karzahni with the consequences. The Vortixx would be dead, and the Nektann would soon follow him to oblivion. But another part of Bitil’s mind━ the cunning, self-preservative part, the part that every Makuta possessed out of necessity, as one did not survive long on Destral without a good sense for imminent danger━ realized what his bloodthirst did not: one of the blasts was aimed straight at Bitil’s backside. It would impact the freshly cauterized, un-armored area where his wing had been mysteriously disconnected. His shell would crack. His essence would spill out, and in the chaos of battle, there would not be time for him to patch the wound again or transfer to another body; all the nearby Exo-Toa had been destroyed by the Nektann. Bitil would die. And so no matter how much his conscious mind resisted, no matter how much it screamed for the Vortixx’s death, Bitil’s true self, his inner cowardice, took over, and triggered his Teleportation power. The Makuta’s entire body was dissolved into its component atoms, and after a few seconds, he was entirely reconstituted a few steps away, on the other side of the Vortixx. Cursing the Vortixx, the Nektann, and most of all, himself, Bitil refocused his energies on finishing the battle. Even as he fired a bolt of Shadow from his left sword, destroying the plasma cannon that the Xian was so desperately trying to recover, he heard the life-threatening blast of energy that he had so narrowly dodged make impact on something else behind him. The sound definitely wasn’t that of one of the fortress’s stone walls crumbling, but that of protosteel breaking━ it had hit another being, then. Pushing that matter, as well, out of his mind, Bitil fired two more bolts of Shadow with a savage yell, eagerly staring down the Vortixx as the other’s eyes widened with horror. One of the bolts stuck the Dark Hunter squarely in the heartlight, the other a few marks above it. Bitil maintained his gaze a few moments longer, before turning around to survey the rest of the battle. Already he was readying a blast of Chain Lightning to obliterate the Nektann━ All thoughts of the irksome drones gone, he froze, the Lightning dying away as quickly as it had been summoned. A few paces away, its swords gleaming from the Fear blasts they had just unleashed on the now-fleeing Seeker, Bitil’s copy stood, a fresh hole in its back where the energy blast had impacted. Its left wing was gone. The entire stalk, from its base connection at its mid-back to the razor-sharp edges, had been blown off, and was lying on the ground at its feet. The doppelganger gave Bitil an annoyed look before fading out of existence and returning to its own time, just under an hour ago.
  9. So, uh... it's been 3 days past half a year since the last chapter was posted. It kinda seemed to me like the story only had one chapter left. Is it going to be finished?
  10. So by entering into this contest, I get an excuse to finally write out the G2 ideas I have, a chance to win a physical copy of the artbook... and the opportunity to compete against the legend behind Mantax Facts. I'm in.
  11. I really enjoyed the latest chapter. Some of the fight scenes were excellent, and I liked Krika having a change of heart. I'm a bit surprised that you just got rid of all the characters you brought back to life like that, since it seemed like you were aiming to use Bingzak and some others to lay the foundation of G2. Hmm. Well, we'll see, won't we?
  12. Light streamed into the chamber through dozens of jagged holes of varying sizes, ranging from those so small that a Matoran could barely fit their hand through it, to those nearly a full bio wide. Many had been formed from the initial impact of the robot’s fall, and the rest from the unhalting erosion that had beaten away at what had once been a universe ever since. In spite of nature’s impressive deconstruction of the robot--- and in spite of the deliberate efforts of the Toa and Glatorian at the same task--- no other sentient being had yet penetrated this chamber, at least, not to the scavenger’s knowledge. It had not been easy to find, to say the least: the Maze of Shadows was not known for its clear directions. Yet the scavenger had experience with persisting at a seemingly futile attempt, with working in the dark--- both literally and metaphorically--- and, most importantly of all, with complex schemes and efforts. The scavenger had a clear goal in mind, and nothing would keep them from it. The chamber was a mess, as was to be expected from a former battleground. Crumpled parts of armor lay all around, with the largest pile gathered in the center of the chamber. Something seemed to be buried underneath it; a round shield with three straight grooves cut into one edge could be seen sticking out. Yet that was not the scavenger’s objective. Other signs of the struggle that had taken place were also visible, if one knew where to look. Over here, a hole was cleanly melted in the chamber’s floor. A glance into it seemed to go down, and down, and down forever, all the way out the back of the Great Spirit’s head. That was not the scavenger’s objective either. Over there was another hole, this time in the ceiling. Unlike the downward pit, which had sides neatly eaten away by a power hotter than fire, this scar seemed to be caused by brute impact, with something--- or someone--- having been unfortunately pushed straight through layers upon layers of solid protodermis, presumably flying out of the robot’s face in the end. Again the scavenger turned away. Two of the signs were missing. The scavenger had not been present for the battle that had taken place here a little over year ago, and indeed had not even received a secondhand account: Their knowledge came from a old Dark Hunter contact that had bought it from a Matoran that had read it off of a history wall that had been carved by their Chronicler that had heard of it from the Toa. Yet this long and convoluted information passage had still clearly managed to communicate the nature of the other aftereffects of the battle, so it was no surprise to the scavenger that they could not find visible evidence for the last two signs. After all, black holes and sonic disintegration tend not to leave behind survivors. The scavenger stepped across the chamber, past the lumps of destroyed Exo-Toa, past the twin holes made by plasma and vacuum, and towards their singular objective, the grand prize which would seal their place in the events that would soon unfold. And there it was, still perfectly intact amidst the destruction that had engulfed its brethren, still gleaming a bright crimson and silver. The prize seemed ready to activate with a simple touch, but the scavenger knew better. Unstrapping a tool from their back, the scavenger gripped the staff in both hands and aimed its long tip at the motionless body of the prize. White-blue bolts of lightning arced out of the staff and struck the prize dead center. The scavenger grimaced as the use of this effect took its toll. It had been expensive and difficult to obtain this device that not only produced an electrical effect, but also drew on the user’s own energies to increase the power; the actual use of the device was costing the scavenger as well, forcing them to pay through effort and pain. But it was necessary, as the sheer amount of power required to reactivate the prize could not have been achieved any other way. Finally it was over. Exhausted, the scavenger returned the tool to their back and prayed that the effort had been worth it. As a low humming began to emanate from the prize, as its faceplate began to glow faintly, the scavenger smiled. It had been worth every payment, every ounce of strength. Reenergized at last, the Tahnok-Kal unfolded its insect-like body, rose to its full height and looked around curiously. Its eyes alighted on the being that had liberated it from a full year of confinement within its own, powerless body. Immediately the specialized Bohrok raised both of its Lightning Shields, one in a defensive position, the other neatly aimed at the heartlight of the intruder. The black-armored female said nothing, simply staring down the Bohrok-Kal with a gaze that had known deceit, treachery, and murder. These eyes had cruelly witnessed the mutation of dozens of beings, some warriors of great power, others innocents whose fate was mere amusement for their tormentor. These eyes had met those of Makuta Teridax and known an emotion for which the residents of the Matoran Universe had no word, but which those of Spherus Magna might have deemed horrifically close to love. This was not, Tahnok-Kal realized, a being that could be intimidated, no matter how outmatched in a contest of sheer power she might be. It lowered the shields. “You freed us,” it said in a voice that did not contain the slightest hint of joy at having been freed. “Why?” There was no response. Then, slowly, Roodaka began to laugh, already envisioning the riches this prize would bring her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This was just a fun idea I had. Maybe it's a lead-up to something. Maybe I just wanted to write this scene. Who knows?
  13. For me, both as a kid and today, there was always more incentive to buy canister sets once they stopped being clones, because you weren't just getting the same thing again. The 06-09 canisters all use the same general build, but after the Inika they definitely stopped being clones.
  14. Except that, as it happens, canon is everyone's, not just Greg's. Not really, though. I think a lot of the stuff Greg has released or "confirmed" since the end of Bionicle G1 has just been stuff he's come up with, not stuff that had been determined by the entire Bionicle creative team. There are some exceptions for sure, this one might even be one, but I wouldn't say that everything GregF says has been approved/decided/passed through the creative team. I mean, I'm pretty sure there have been places where he's contradicted himself with his "canon". Don't get me wrong, I love GregF, and love the role he played in Bionicle, but he's not exactly the best for planning. Aside from stuff like "such-and-such character dies" that LEGO gives him, he pretty much just came up with all of his writing as he wrote it. True, true. Very true. Canon is still canon.
  15. Have to point out, that's not what happened. They had the name Great Beings before they built the robot, and they didn't pick it--- the Agori just started calling them that. It's mentioned in the serials that one of the GBs, Angonce, always believed the name was curse, since it made them think more highly of themselves.
  16. The reason the stone has such a confusing and contradictory history is because it was initially conceived for 2001, when so many more elements of the world were mystical rather than having a full explanation. Once 2004 started to shift the tone of the story, the writers felt the need to give the stone a background, so they wrote those bits about the Hordika quest for the Avohkii and Lhikan's old team defending a fortress. It's a lot like the sundial that Takanuva gets in 2008. Does it have a practical purpose in that year's story? No. Did it need to exist? Not at all. Was it ever seen again? No. Does it technically still exist? Yes. It was brought in just as a call-back to 2001. The difference between the sundial and the Makoki Stone is that the Stone didn't get such a callback, but the similarity between the two is that neither was intended to play a role in the story after the highly mystical 2001.
  17. I'd disagree with "character bloat". The diversity of characters was one of the biggest things that helped to expand the world and make it clear that there was more going on in the story besides just 6 heroes vs 6 villains each year. You didn't have to know who the "extra" characters were to understand the story, so I don't think they really made it too confusing--- that was just the poor planning. Sure, I guess you could say MNOG and MNOG II had too many characters if you really wanted to, but you weren't expected to memorize them or anything.
  18. Rokreng was a different case; I'm not sure whether I want to consider him as having been a member of Jovan's team or if Jovan's team was a composite group like the various Hagah teams, with various teams contributing members for a vital mission to save Mata Nui. Tarix is dead; like Dume, Matoro, Oda, Iruini, Helryx, Certavus, Onewa, Faber, and Ako, Mata Nui has revived him in fashion similar to how Voporak brought back the various Makuta. Yes, all the Makuta so far have been encased in Protodermis with the exception of Krika; that'll come into play later. Sorry, I guess that last question was unclear--- I know who Rokreng, Faber, etc are, and I understand what happened to Tarix (his death was one of my favorite moments from earlier in the fic), Dume, Cervatus, etc, and that they are now revived. My question was--- since the Hordika and Jovan's team are now apparently reverted back to Turaga since their role in Mata Nui's fight is over, what does that mean for other beings that Mata Nui transformed? Does Rokreng become Savage again? Do Tarix and the others return to being dead? Do the Inika become Mahri again? Mainly I'm trying to figure out if it was just the Hordika and Jovan's team that went back to their Turaga forms, or if all of Mata Nui's changes were undone once each character stopping fighting. I understand that some of these characters haven't finished fighting their Makuta yet, and that you may want to address what happens to them more carefully in the future, so don't feel obligated to answer this in too much detail.
  19. My god. It's a really good thing you made that concept guide. I would've been lost without it this chapter. I'm still keeping a running log of the battles that happen, but since the situation has changed drastically from the showdown with the armies of the 7 Element Lords, I ended it around chapter 16/17 and have started a new section for the massive Makuta brawl, organized by your teams of 6 Toa + 1 Titan per Makuta. In the interest of clearing up ambiguities a la Ask Greg... At the beginning, you state that Morbuzakh is fighting Gorast, and that Keetongu is fighting Chirox. Then, when the Toa arrive, Keetongu is fighting Gorast. Which is correct?Which Bohrok-Kal Kaita is fighting which Makuta? Based on the order listed, I assumed that Ja was fighting Vamprah and Za was fighting Tridax, but just wanted to be sureThis one's more a curiosity: Is there a particular reason why Korusca already is a Toa? As opposed to, you know, the Toa of Light only arriving when they were needed by their universe to defeat a darkness. Or did Mata Nui's massive Toa-ifying of everybody and their grandmother affect Korusca as well?Just pointing out that Gelu seems to have had Ice powers from the start of your fic (which honestly is the way it should be) but in canon Mata Nui apparently never felt like giving them to him lolNone of the Makuta have so far been killed, right? They were all imprisoned in crystalline protodermis?What does "former members of Jovan's team who had not fallen previously" mean? Do you have specific ideas for which ones did/didn't become Turaga before their deaths? And are the ones that died as Toa still Toa? And what about Savage/Rokreng? Going even further, are we sure that Tarix etc are still alive?I just about died when I read the dialogue between Perditus and Mata Nui. That you addressed the topic of Glatorian powers after my comments wasn't surprising, but it was insanely impressive that you did so in a way that still justified the specific wording you had used earlier. It shows a lot of dedication to keeping your world consistent.
  20. I think 2007 just might be a little bit more ridiculous. The good guys have basically rocket launchers, the bad guys have squids that literally suck the life out of you. What's the death toll of both of those weapons combined? ZERO.You may have a point there. Though in the story Kongu did almost die from a squid... but I digress. I suppose you can argue the Tridax pods were the same problem (though those things were really cool in my opinion) at least the Toa got light blasters... Kongu almost died, though. I recall they were marketed as life-draining squids, not almost-life-draining squids. The Tridax pods actually seemed to be the more successful weapons--they got Kirop, Gavla, and Takanuva, and that's just the named characters. Same with the Midak Skyblasters, we saw them go off quite a bit in the animations, especially with the vehicles. Come to think of it, Thornax were used pretty much as advertised, too--fire them and they explode. I guess LEGO realized how bizarre the 06 and 07 weapons were and gave them better treatment later on. I did appreciate that they kept Thornax use practical in TLR. Instead of literally every non-Agori character carrying around one of the things (and keep in mind, you'd need to find ammo for them, one at a time), their use was only in an official arena match between two top-ranked Glatorian. It made a lot more sense.
  21. Bionicle concepts of love--- and for that matter, real-world concepts of love--- are not required to hew as closely as possible to Greek philosophy. Bionicle science already violates real-world science anyway.
  22. Yes. It sounds weird, but it's not that much of a stretch when you consider how strange the premise of Bionicle is in the first place.
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