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  1. Very good. Love how you captured each element of the symbol, especially how you took the four curved edges and have them distinct by using four pieces. Curious if you can manage to get only 6 lines in the lower half instead of 8 - each line represents one of the breeds of Bohrok.
  2. Might just be the thing to convince me to pick up a copy of this set. I appreciate the small detail of grouping the Kanohi in each post according to their Kaita.
  3. Scrolling through the linked social media, I'm floored by the dedication and commitment of the designers to this project. I am especially fond of all the Rahi, they look so good! It makes me think of what VNOLG would look like in first-person. Can't wait to see it go live! And then we wait for Bohrok...
  4. Good to see you're still producing pieces, Taka Nuvia. This is quite a striking pose and the piece has a lot of attitude, especially with the hinted shadows and shading. The flared armor make her appear as deadly as we all know she is - an apt interpretation of the pieces used in her set. There are a few rough patches in the lining around her thighs and her hair, which breaks the cleanliness a little and looks fuzzy. Not sure if you wanted the hairpiece to appear in motion, thus the less defined edges. I also feel her arms may be a little short, but it could be the angle and the foreshortening getting the better of me.
  5. Can't help but notice the (m) or potentially (e) on the top of the canister... #clue?
  6. Can honestly say I've never seen anything like this. Strangely balanced, despite the obvious imbalance. I would hate to be found in front of a Gutmuncher!
  7. Nice work with the realism, and the shading. Looks just like the set!
  8. Excellent usage of shoulder armor pieces. The visor I imagine hasn't seen much use given it's printing but this is a great way to actually use the printing as a highlight of the build.
  9. I hope that's a lot of stickers and not all printed parts (I see a few specifically noted parts like the Mustang badge and the GT logos)... this car is a favourite of mine, the blue is one of my favourites as well, so to get so much blue in such a nice set would be wonderful. But if things like the runner stripes and stripe divider on the hood are all printed... not as versatile once the Mustang itself gets redistributed among other MOCs!
  10. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    Chapter 13 - Epilogue - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The journey back to the shelters took the rest of the day. As Toa Kopaka and Toa Pohatu led the Turaga and Matoran into the camp, the workers looked up and grinned. Toa Tahu looked over and, seeing his brothers, rushed through the square to meet them. “Brothers!” he shouted. “Where have you been? It’s been more than a week since you left. There’s terrible news. Karzahni – his body is gone!” “We know where he is,” Kopaka said. “We have much to tell. Gather the other Toa and Turaga. We’ll fill you all in at the same time.” Tahu went to gathered everyone who was nearby – all the Turaga of Mata Nui, Raanu, Ackar, and Toa Gali. The other Toa and Glatorian were busy with their jobs and seeing to the continued care of the Matoran and Agori. It took some time, but within the hour they were huddled near a fire burning in one of the larger dwellings. “What happened?” Tahu asked impatiently. “What took so long?” “Before we tell you what happened, we’ll introduce these Turaga and Matoran with us. This,” Pohatu said, motioning to the Onu-Matoran, “is Mavrah.” Turaga Whenua sat up. “Mavrah?” he exclaimed. “The Mavrah?” Pohatu nodded with a grin. Turaga Whenua hopped down and approached the Matoran. Turaga Onewa was quickly beside him. “Do you know who we are?” he asked. Mavrah shook his head no. Whenua thudded him lightly with his hammer. “He tries to kill us with his Rahi and doesn’t even have the decency to remember us!” Onewa laughed. Mavrah’s eyes widened in realization. “Toa – I mean, Turaga Whenua? You’re alive? Well, of course you’re alive – otherwise I would have seen you earlier than now, but that didn’t happen so you’re still here! And a Turaga!” Whenua looked confused. “Eh, still just as nuts as I remember,” he said. “I have no idea what he just said!” Mavrah took his seat again. “And these are Otuko and Tamua, Turaga from the Northern Continent.” The others greeted them. “This is Jovan – his team used the Mask of Life long before Toa Matoro did.” Whispers rattled through the crowd who knew of Matoro’s sacrifice. Pohatu brought forward the last Turaga. “And this, my friends, is none other than Lhii himself – oops, sorry, the legend still gets me. This is Turaga Lhikan.” “Lhikan?” Vakama nearly fell from his seat. “Lhikan?” “Vakama!” Lhikan said. “I heard you’d gotten old. It suits you!” The two Turaga of Fire met and embraced, as old friends made older by time. Ackar and Raanu looked confused by the whole assembly united in front of them, but they chose to hold their tongues, assuming it had something to do with Mata Nui and that someone would explain eventually. Tahu looked back to his own brothers. “None of this makes sense. Where did they come from? Lhikan died a long time ago, how is it that he’s here now?” Pohatu sighed. “That’s a long story. But I’ll try to summarize.” Pohatu went on to tell of how they had gone looking for Karzahni’s murderer, and been teleported to the Red Star after a vision from Tren Krom. He skipped some details about the creatures they encountered, but told of Botar and the Star’s intelligence, the way every being from the universe that died was teleported there, and how there was no way back. He mentioned the Olmak and the final confrontation with Nocturn, and that Botar chose to remain behind with the mask to guard the Star. It took some time, but with a few questions from the audience and a couple of quips from Kopaka, the story was told. “That explains why Karzahni’s body disappeared through the night while you were gone,” Tahu said afterward. “But did you find out who killed him?” “Oh!” Pohatu said. “Of course, when we talked with him. You might not believe this, but Karzahni was killed by a Matoran. His name is Velika. I’m sure you remember him from Voya Nui.” Jovan looked concerned at the mention of Velika’s name – the Toa Nuva had not mentioned this while they were on the Star together. “One of my Matoran?” he said. “No, no, it couldn’t have been. Those Matoran were weak and frail. I can understand them holding a grudge against Karzahni, but none of them could have killed him.” “Nevertheless, we need to find him,” Kopaka said. “We need to get some answers.” “Come to think of it,” Turaga Nokama said, “I haven’t seen Velika for some time now. We must send search parties for him as soon as day breaks in the morning.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Toa rallied the Matoran who knew Velika best – the old Resistance Team of Voya Nui. Each Toa went with one of the Matoran, and a Glatorian or Agori along with them, to find Velika. Pohatu and Kopaka were urged to remain, but they knew their place was out there, getting to the bottom of this mystery. The most recent news suggested Velika had wandered toward the sight of Bota Magna’s reunification with Spherus Magna, but that was days ago. Now it was anyone’s guess as to where that little riddler had gone. Tahu frowned as he watched the search parties depart. Gali noticed and turned to him. “Brother, what’s the matter? These Toa know what they’re doing, and the Glatorian know the land far better than anyone.” “I’m not afraid for them as they search the land,” Tahu said. “I fear for them if they ever do find Velika. For someone so small to take on and murder someone like Karzahni… something’s not right.” “We don’t know for certain that is really was Velika that killed Karzahni,” she reminded Tahu. “After all, it was Karzahni that gave our brothers that information.” Tahu nodded grimly. “Still, I’ll have more peace when this is all sorted and wrapped up,” Tahu replied. The two Toa watched as the search teams set out, only returning to their work once each team had ridden past the horizon. FIN - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  11. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    Chapter 12 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Botar look out!” Toa Pohatu shouted, but it was too late. Nocturn’s tentacle wrapped around the titan and started dragging him toward Nocturn’s blades. The other creatures were diverted to Botar and Nocturn’s fight, although they were not picky in who they attacked. Soon, both Botar and Nocturn were not only fighting one another, but the horde as well. It was at this time that the Kestora came barging out of the workshop. They had heard the commotion in the laboratory and now one of them held a nasty looking energy blaster. The other two held smaller blasters similar to the ones Toa Kopaka and Pohatu had seen when they first arrived on the Red Star. “Kopaka, the Kestora!” Pohatu shouted. They dove away as the Kestora shot a blast from the weapon at them. The energy ripped through the room, throwing tables into the air and blasting a hole in one of the walls. The fight between Botar and Nocturn halted briefly as they all scrambled for cover from the blast. In unison, Pohatu sped up and knocked the weapons from the Kestora, and then Kopaka froze them where they stood. Just before their masks were covered, one of them said, “Ah, so that explains what happened back in the surveillance room!” Then, nothing. “Pohatu, we have to go, now!” Kopaka shouted. The Toa of Stone had run over to help Botar, punching creatures as they attacked. He returned to the Turaga and helped them into the workshop. The heavy doors swung shut behind them and Kopaka clicked the lock closed. Botar is strong enough, he can manage for now, he thought. When their eyes adjusted to the room’s light, the group looked around. Shelves upon shelves of parts, pieces, armor, tools, and masks littered the long, wide workshop. This must be where the Kestora fashioned new bodies, Kopaka thought. “How are we supposed to know what we’re looking for?” Turaga Lhikan asked. Then Turaga Jovan perked up. “Wait, I know what the Red Star meant!” The other Turaga and Toa looked at him. “There was a Toa on my team who was killed years ago. When he arrived I recognized him, but unfortunately the Kestora scrambled his mind.” “How does that help us now?” Pohatu asked. “His mask,” Jovan said. “If the Kestora were to restore him, they’d have to rebuild his mask too. He wore an Olmak – the Mask of Dimensional Gates!” Mavrah oohed at the revelation. “Alright, we've all seen an Olmak before?” Pohatu asked. Everyone nodded. “Great. Let’s get hunting.” They shuffled through piles, scanned the walls, opened crates and drawers. Anywhere that a mask could hide, they checked. At one point a creature slammed into the door of the workshop, making everyone jump. But they kept looking. “Here!” Mavrah said after an agonizing few minutes. “It’s here!” He held up a Great Olmak, gleaming grey in the light of the workshop. The noise of the battle raged on outside. Pohatu glanced through the window to check on Botar, who seemed to have the upper hand on Nocturn, though not by much with the other creatures attacking him. Kopaka took the mask from Mavrah and switched out his own Akaku Nuva. He staggered back a moment from the change in power but retained his bearings. Pausing briefly, he thought of the land back home, the surface of Spherus Magna. He thought of the dwelling where the other Toa were at work. He imagined the Great Spirit robot towering above them, fallen in the sand. It took all his might, but Kopaka managed to conjure a portal in front of himself, and the Turaga gasped in amazement at what they saw across the void. Hot air streamed into the workshop, grains of sand bunched on the floor, and the blue sky stretched across the horizon. For the beings who had been dead for so long, this sight was too beautiful to behold, especially for the promise it held. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Pohatu said as a smile cracked across his mask. “Let’s go!” One by one, the Turaga stepped across the portal. Lhikan, Jovan, Otuko, Tamua. Mavrah seemed unsure. “What about my research?” he said, realizing for the first time what it would mean if he left. “I can’t go without all that.” Pohatu placed a strong hand on his shoulder. “Mavrah, everything you’ve researched, it’s all right here,” he tapped the Matoran’s Kanohi. “And there’s so much more to learn down there. You have to trust us.” Mavrah looked frightened but took a breath. “Okay. Okay, on to new studies!” The Onu-Matoran jumped across to the Turaga. Pohatu turned to Kopaka who was straining to keep the portal open. “Brother, it’s time for us to go,” he said. “What about Botar?” Kopaka said. “We cannot leave him behind.” Pohatu thought for a second. “Let’s help him and give him the mask. He can send us back, and then he’ll have a way off this place if he ever decides to join us.” Kopaka agreed. Pohatu spoke quickly to the Turaga. “We’ll be right back – stay right there!” And the portal blinked shut. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kopaka placed the mask on the shelf and put his own mask back on. The Toa rushed out to the battle in the laboratory. More creatures had streamed into the room, but Botar was holding his ground. One of his arm blades had been knocked loose, but Nocturn’s tentacle and a bladed arm also lay on the ground. The glowing monster was badly losing but wasn’t giving up the fight. “It’s over,” Botar said. “Quit now before I teleport you outside this Star.” Nocturn hesitated just a moment to consider Botar’s threat – it was long enough for Botar to slam the brute unconscious with the blunt edge of his double-bladed axe. Then he turned to the Toa as other creatures poured in. “Good to have you join me. Let’s finish these beasts.” The three of them worked together, icing or punching or blasting or cutting away at the grotesque monsters that lunged at them. Half-living creatures sought to sink their broken fangs into the Toa, but as a team they managed to defend themselves. Twice Pohatu had two or three of the creatures swarm him, threatening to tear him apart. Thankfully with his Kakama Nuva and Kopaka’s ice, the creatures slowly dwindled. One monster found its way up Botar’s back and clawed at his face, leaving deep gashes. Botar swung the creature off and impaled it on his blade. When it was all said and done, the Toa were badly winded, Botar suffered some lacerations, and bodies were strewn about the entire lab. Pohatu said to Kopaka, “Maybe it’s best we don’t mention this to the others when we get back.” Kopaka simply nodded. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Botar wasn’t very happy about the fact that the Toa had allowed others off the Star. “They should not have left,” he said. “They will tip the balance.” “At least they weren’t evil beings,” Pohatu pointed out. “Besides, like I said, they’re where they should have gone all along.” “Now we need you to send us back too. You've used an Olmak before?" Botar nodded. "We’ll leave it here so you have a way to escape this place, if you ever choose to do so.” “Although I disagree with the actions you have taken,” Botar said, “I know I have to send you back to Spherus Magna. If everything you’d told me so far is true, perhaps your destiny does not end here. But I will not be coming with you.” Kopaka nodded. Botar placed the Olmak on his face and summoned the image of the Turaga. They peered through the portal and saw Kopaka and Pohatu with Botar. As though waking from a dream, the Toa stepped over the threshold of the portal, from the cold metal grating of the Red Star to the hot sand of Spherus Magna’s desert. In the distance they could see the lush plant life Mata Nui had grown before his robot collapsed, and smoke rose on the horizon, signaling the temporary shelters of the Matoran. Botar wasted no time, closing the portal quickly behind the Toa and sealing the Red Star once again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  12. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    Chapter 11 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was decided. The pack would follow Mavrah in the service tunnels down to the workshop. Unfortunately, the tunnels let out just before the laboratory, so they’d have to cross that themselves, but at least it would save them the trouble of fighting the horde the whole way down. There was just one problem. “I won’t fit,” Botar said. “There is no way for me to follow you. If I am to accompany you, I will have to go from the outside.” “Do you think you can find us down there?” Toa Kopaka asked. “If I can’t, I’m sure the Star will be able to direct me,” Botar said. “I’ll get going – it may take me longer than you to arrive.” Kopaka nodded, and the Order of Mata Nui agent teleported away. “He is a different sort of being,” Turaga Lhikan said. Then they were on their way. Mavrah knew roughly how to get where they had to go, and so with slow pace they crawled. It seemed a long while before he found a grate that suited him. He popped it open, checked around for any creatures, and beckoned the rest to follow. “Botar will have to be coming on foot by this level,” Mavrah said. “The engines are above us a number of decks, so it may be a while before we see him again.” Kopaka activated his Akaku Nuva. No sign of movement ahead. Above, creatures crawled or slithered or plodded along. Further up, Kopaka could make out a blip appearing and disappearing, over and over again. “Looks like he’s on his way down,” Kopaka said. “But we’d better not waste any time.” Toa Pohatu zipped out of sight and was back in a flash. “The door to the laboratory ahead is locked,” he said. “We could break in but I feel there is probably a safer way about it.” Kopaka nodded, and Pohatu took his place protecting the group from behind. When they arrived at the large doors to the lab, Kopaka iced the lock and shattered it with a tap. Then he opened the door slowly and stepped inside. The group entered the laboratory with caution. The emergency lights here did not flicker, as though powered by something other than the rest of the Star. Kopaka assumed it was to keep the machines here running no matter what, as the Kestora did their experiments. Still, in the moody black-red light it was hard to make out exactly what was in front of them. Activating his mask again, he checked the room. There were walls of tools and some creatures lying on tables, but nothing seemed alive. Granted, he thought to himself, does anything here count as life anymore? The group came to the middle of the room when a door from somewhere beside them slid open, and a handful of Kestora came in. They chattered to themselves, oblivious to the group of intruders. Kopaka motioned for the group to hide, and Pohatu whisked each Turaga away behind some of the machines. Mavrah slid down behind a shelf. Kopaka stayed closer to the Kestora, but likewise hid himself from view. “And they were all just frozen in a big heap!” said one of the Kestora. “I don’t know what could have caused it.” “Maybe a leak in the Star? The pressure outside might have done something with the molecules around them,” said another. “Perhaps,” said a third. “But there weren’t signs of any structural compromise. And they were still alive, though frozen in place.” The first shrugged. “Who knows,” he said. “Still, we need to be careful. With the creatures roaming around upstairs, we have to guard ourselves.” He pulled out a ring of keys. “That’s why I want to show you what I’ve been working on!” The three Kestora walked over to the workshop door and undid the latch. They stepped inside and the door swung shut. Kopaka almost smiled. Too simple. He motioned to the group to come to the door. The Turaga sat low behind a machine nearby, ready to move once the Toa had cleared out the Kestora. Pohatu was about to burst through the door when Mavrah shouted from behind them. “Toa, help!” Kopaka and Pohatu whirled around, and in the dim light they could see Mavrah being dragged away from the Turaga into the darkness by a silvery tentacle. Kopaka didn’t have to activate his mask to see the monster pulling Mavrah away – its armor glowed white-blue in the shadows. Then it stepped forward into the light through the doors of the workshop and Kopaka could make out its horrid features and each of its bladed arms. In a rough voice and words that were hardly Matoran, the creature shouted, “Looks like I eat well tonight!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nocturn was not the prettiest of beings, even when he was alive. Now that the Kestora had their go at him, he was horror. The Kestora had brought him down here to be tested, but had left when they heard of the commotion the Toa had caused in the surveillance room. Now, Nocturn had woken and intended to satiate his immense hunger. The Toa Nuva had not encountered Nocturn themselves, but the Toa Mahri had shared stories of the creature from their time in the Pit. It appeared he hadn’t made it out down there after all. Kopaka wished that he had survived, because they’d have one less problem up here. The beast looked held together with sinews and rusted plates; one eye dangled precariously from its socket, though it still blinked. Gashes in Nocturn’s armor remained open, and the muscular tendons below bulged as he moved. “Come to me little Matoran,” Nocturn growled. “I’ll be nice and eat you quick!” “Any help is appreciated!” Mavrah shouted frantically. Kopaka blasted ice toward Nocturn but to his surprise, the monster batted them away with his blades. “Ah ah,” Nocturn said with a sly smile. “You’re next!” He lifted Mavrah above his head and came charging at the Toa, blades ready. Pohatu triggered his mask and ran behind Nocturn, punching his tentacled limb and causing him to drop Mavrah. Pohatu caught him and sped him over to the Turaga. “You’ll have to do better than that!” Pohatu shouted back at Nocturn. “Not fair!” Nocturn screamed. “You’re not playing fair!” He twisted and shot his tentacle out toward Pohatu, wrapping it around the Toa’s ankle. Pohatu let him pull, but kicked Nocturn across the skull on the way over. The beast tumbled back from the powerful blow, his skull plate dented and cracked. Pohatu zipped over to Kopaka. “This one shouldn’t be too tough,” he said to the Toa of Ice. And at that moment, other creatures began to stir on the tables. “Whoops, spoke too soon!” “We need to get in there and get out of here,” Kopaka said. As he did, the entrance of the lab burst open and Botar came into the room. He saw the creatures and the Toa, and made a dash for the Toa. He didn’t see Nocturn get up and prepare to whip his tentacle right toward him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  13. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    Chapter 10 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Toa Kopaka and Toa Pohatu groaned almost in unison. Back inside another sentient machine. The Great Beings really were playing around with their creations whenever they created the Great Spirit robot. “Are you like Mata Nui?” Pohatu asked. The Red Star laughed – if the cold, tinny shrill could be called a laugh. “No, not like Mata Nui,” it replied. “He was a true being. A thing of essence and character, a Spirit in all accounts of the word. He inhabited a machine. I am a machine through and through.” “You must know what happened to him,” Kopaka said. “Yes, I saw it happen. But for all that came his way, he was very resourceful on Bara Magna.” The walls of the Control Room started lighting up. “A shame, though – I was hoping to see more now that he was standing again. But, such is destiny.” “We need your help,” Pohatu said. “We’re stuck here and we need to get back to the surface world.” “Mm, yes, I felt your arrival and have been monitoring you since then,” the Star replied. “Quite unique, given that you have not died and yet here you stand.” “We are not some experiment to be monitored,” Kopaka shot. “We have our own destinies to fulfill, and there must be a way for us to get back. You’re aware that your teleportation function is broken?” “Yes,” the Star replied. “But broken is not quite the word for it. It is functional, but offline. As per the directive of the Great Beings.” “Wait, you turned off the return function?” Pohatu said. “It is as you say,” the Star replied. “I receive instruction, I follow. You do similar, though you served a lesser master than I do.” “Why?” Pohatu asked. “It is not my place to ask questions. My program parameters do not allow for interrogation. I simply execute the orders I receive,” the Star replied. “My brother,” Pohatu said to Kopaka. “We may not be dead in this place, but I get the feeling we might as well be.” Kopaka looked grim. Then an idea turned up in his mind. “You of all beings must understand the importance of duty,” Kopaka began. “Surely you would not stand in the way of us accomplishing ours. If the Great Beings created us just like they created you, then we must work together to accomplish their will.” Kopaka wasn’t sure exactly which Great Beings he was referring to, and for all he knew the ones that made him and Pohatu may not have laid a finger on the Red Star. Still, it was worth a chance. The Star buzzed around them. “Analyzing… you raise a valid point, perplexing as it is,” the Star said after a few moments. “I will help you get home. I cannot turn on the teleporter. But there is another way. And who is to say you would not find it without my help regardless” Pohatu pumped the air with his fists. “Yes! Closer to the way out of here! What do we have to do?” The Red Star’s screen blinked off and back on, now displaying a map of the Star. “There is a workshop down in the lower decks. You will have to pass through a number of hordes and cross the Kestora laboratories to get there.” “Botar, you can get us there quickly,” Pohatu said. But Botar shook his head. “There’s a strange field that cuts off my teleportation closer to the lower decks,” he said. “I can’t go much further than the middle of the Star.” “That would be due to my core processor,” the Star said. “The engines used to boost the Great Spirit are powerful and probably conflict with your power. It seems you will have to get there on foot.” “Is there anything you can do about the creatures?” Pohatu asked the Star. “Unfortunately not,” it replied. “Their consciences were supposed to be uploaded to me so that I could transfer them into new units and send them back. The Kestora stopped uploading them when they found out the teleporter was no longer online.” “So we’ll have to bash and dash,” Pohatu said. “Alright. Now that we’ve had a good look at them, I think I could throw a couple punches their way. Even that big nasty one can’t block what he can’t see!” Pohatu activated his mask and swatted the air in front of him, his arms becoming a blur. The Star continued its instructions. “When you get to the workshop, you will find –” The Star paused. Then it spoke again, and even though it was a program, for the briefest moment it sounded concerned. “You had best be on your way,” the Star said. “There is a horde headed this way and they are not far. You will know what to do when you get there. Best of luck – if luck had any bearing here.” And then the Star was silent again. The Toa and Botar could hear the scraping of the creatures beyond the door. Kopaka turned to Pohatu. “We need to inform the others,” he said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Toa implored Botar to bring them to the Turaga. Botar had no idea how this was beneficial to the Toa, but he respected the relationship a Toa and a Turaga shared, though he himself did not understand it. Not to mention, they would be cornered in the Control Room with the horde outside. When the brute appeared out of thin air with the Toa amid the Turaga, they almost died again of shock. “Well,” Lhikan said when he regained his composure, “I did tell you to return when you had spoken with Botar.” “We spoke with more than him,” Pohatu said. “Turns out the Red Star is alive. Well, not alive like you. Or, like me. But it’s aware of everything and it told us how we might get back to the surface.” “What did it say?” Tamua asked. The eyes of all the Turaga lit up as Pohatu spoke. He quickly filled them in with everything that had happened in the Control Room, from the Star’s appearance to its message about something down in the workshop that would get them off the Star. “If what it says is true,” Pohatu said joyfully, “then we may finally be headed home.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  14. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    Chapter 9 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between Karzahni’s insanity and Botar’s hideousness, Toa Pohatu had had enough of this place. He was ready to go home. But when the Toa told Botar of their mission, he hardly seemed moved. “Death comes to all,” he said. “We cannot will ourselves back to the other side of the grave.” “That’s the difference between us,” Pohatu said. “You died. We didn’t. We were teleported here.” Botar looked confused. “Don’t worry,” Pohatu continued. “Let’s just say you aren’t quite dead yet.” “That does not make sense,” Botar said. “I was there when I died. You were not. How do say I am not dead?” “Oh, no, you died down on our universe,” Pohatu said. “But we’re still in our universe. This body you have was teleported here and the Kestora may have done some work fixing your armor. They were supposed to send you back but the return teleporter is broken.” Botar ran a hand along his torso. Refinished dents could be seen buffed out and straightened. Crinkled armor was patched and retouched, almost invisible in the light of the Star. “I have… memories,” Botar started. “Memories both of the time before this time, and the arrival. Pain, and darkness. Then light – but not warmth. Cold, bitter hearts. Dead eyes in bodies of life. Creatures all around. Confusion.” “Sounds a little like when we arrived,” Pohatu said. “But you got away. And you’re a member of the Order of Mata Nui. You must have at least heard something about this Star.” “Yes,” Botar replied. “Heard something is the best way to put it. There was not much knowledge of the world past our world. It was the Order of Mata Nui, after all, not the Order of the Great Beings.” Toa Kopaka scoffed. “Do you or do you not know anything about the Red Star?” he demanded. Botar fixed him with a stare that even Kopaka couldn’t keep – though he of all inhabitants of Mata Nui stared back the longest before turning away. “I do, and do not,” said Botar. “I know my teleportation works to an extent, though I cannot say it would take you back to the surface. But we cannot undo the balance. The dead here are dead. We must not allow any to return with you – if we even find a way for you to return.” Pohatu turned to him. “Botar, you would have to stay behind. Don’t you want to return to our people and help them settle in their new land?” “My destiny is complete,” Botar stated. “I have fulfilled my duties and have come to my conclusion. Every life begins and ends. Every story climaxes and resolves. My resolution may have been untimely in our eyes, but we cannot argue with our destinies.” “If the teleporter still worked, your destiny would have landed you back in the universe somewhere,” Pohatu replied. “Yet it does not, and so I was not,” Botar said. “There is no changing destiny.” “Who’s to say?” Pohatu said. “All we can do is carry on forward and see where destiny takes us. And our destiny at this juncture is leading us into that control room.” Botar snorted. “I will help you search for a way off this Star, but I will not help you take anyone with you,” Botar said with finality. Pohatu knew better than to argue with the agent when he’d made up his mind, though he hoped for Botar’s sake that he would change it by the time they found a way home. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The trio now made quick motion through the Star. Botar teleported the Toa with himself as far as he could see, then made the jump again and again, covering ground ten times as quickly as the Toa had on their own. Any time a creature sprung from the shadows – and they did often enough with a brute like Botar making as much noise as he was – Kopaka would ice it, or Pohatu would punch it, or Botar would simply look at it and it would run. Soon, they found themselves in a central hall in the upper decks, and to their great surprise there was a map on one of the walls. It appeared weathered and dirty, as though someone had been rushing around with it and put it up in just as much of a hurry. Crude lines and crosses were marked all over it. “Seems someone was trying to keep tabs on where it was safe to go. I know for a fact that these rooms are filled with beasts,” Botar said, pointing at areas marked with a cross. Pohatu looked over the map. “Aha!” He said, perhaps a little more loudly than necessary. “This room sounds useful.” He jabbed a finger at a spot on the map, aptly named “Control Room”. With a sigh of relief, Pohatu noted that it did not have a cross on it. The three of them teleported again to just outside the Control Room. There were no sounds coming from the other side of the door, so Kopaka cracked the door and poked his head in. “It’s empty,” he said to the other two. He pushed the door wide open and walked in. Botar and Pohatu followed. The room they found themselves in was like the surveillance room. However, this one seemed more planned, and featured less screens. On the screens were numbers and charts and graphs, percentages and trajectories, diagrams of orbits and pinpoints of information. There were a few standing panels with levers and dials, and several seats on the walls to each side of the room. Above the seats, stairways on either side lead to a raised viewing deck which ran the circumference of the room, save for in front of the screen displays. It was a sight to behold. Pohatu immediately went to investigate the control panels. Botar looked at some of the information on the screens. Kopaka stood at the door as it closed behind him, taking it in. “It’s sort of similar to the Codrex,” Pohatu said after a few minutes of poking around. “At least, the design is similar. No giant flying vehicles anywhere yet – but I guess we’re inside one already.” Kopaka ran a hand on the wall. There were a lot more gadgets and panels and screen here than in the room where they had first arrived hours ago. Hours? Or days? Kopaka shook the thought from his mind. “Here,” Botar said. “This screen.” The Toa went over to him. The screen Botar was at had flashing red indicators all over it – both Toa knew immediately it wasn’t a good sign. Thankfully, as a gift from Mata Nui, they were now able to speak Agori, like the rest of the universe. “Here’s a warning about the teleporter,” Pohatu said. “And here’s one stating the Mata Nui robot is offline.” “It looks like this place is still running alright, despite the severed link to Mata Nui and the power surges we’ve noticed so far,” Kopaka said. “Let’s see if we can’t make sense of its controls.” “I can help with that,” said a voice from behind the three. They turned back to the door – but no one was there. Glancing around, Kopaka saw no shift or movement, but readied his blade. “Who’s there?” Pohatu asked. “Look around,” the voice said. The Toa had confusion written on their masks. Botar… well, it was hard to say what Botar looked like. “Come out from wherever you’re hiding,” Botar demanded. “It is hard to hide when I am in plain sight,” the voice said. “I cannot hide behind myself. Welcome. I am the Red Star.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  15. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    Chapter 8 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Turaga Jovan informed the Toa of where they should go and how to find Botar. He had heard through the whispers of the Kestora that Botar spent most of his time on the upper decks of the Red Star. The Kestora left Botar alone for the most part, for they did not want to suffer a fate worse than being trapped eternally on the Star. Unfortunately for Toa Pohatu and Toa Kopaka, between them and the upper decks were corridors filled with ghouls and things of nightmares. “Can’t we use the service tunnels to get to the upper decks?” Kopaka asked. “Unfortunately an accident sealed the upper level tunnels weeks ago,” Mavrah said. “At least, I think it was only weeks ago. Months? Maybe it was years…” Mavrah shook his head. “You’ll have to use to main corridors.” “Why Botar, anyways?” Pohatu asked Jovan. “He belonged to the Order of Mata Nui,” Jovan said. “If anyone knows anything about this Star, it’s him. Well, either him or the Kestora, but it seems they’ve chosen not to help. Botar may at least contain within him some shred of loyalty to Mata Nui and see fit to get two of his greatest defenders back home.” “Will you be safe here?” Kopaka directed the question to Lhikan. “We’ve made it this long, we’ll make it another night or two. Come back to us when you have talked with Botar.” Kopaka gave a quick nod and the two Toa turned to depart. They slid out through the door of the room where the Turaga had managed to hide from the horde. Tamua warned that some of the creatures could sense the use of Kanohi – a fact Mavrah confirmed by mention of his own Rahi who now belonged to the horde. They’d have to be careful not to reveal themselves. Kopaka was wondering how they would hide in the narrow corridors. They weren’t as small as Turaga and didn’t have the know how of the tunnels like Mavrah. With the lights flickering as power surged through the Star, they might be able to rely on some shadows for cover. Their mindpower was also an advantage over the creatures, as was their control of the elements. Unfortunately for Pohatu, there wasn’t much in the way of stone inside the Red Star, but he was handy with his Kakama Nuva when needed – though if any of the creatures could sense Kanohi like Tamua cautioned, then neither Pohatu’s speed nor Kopaka’s own vision were at their disposal. So although he would have liked to hurry along, Kopaka reasoned it would be better to stick together and go slow. After some progress, Pohatu quietly asked, “If Botar can teleport anywhere, why hasn’t he already come back to the Universe?” Though he wished to remain silent, Kopaka answered his brother. “Perhaps there was something stopping him,” he replied. “Maybe a shield in the Great Spirit kept him from returning. Maybe some aspect of the Red Star restricts his abilities.” “You’d think that someone as powerful as Botar would find a way to return,” Pohatu mused. “Then again, he hasn’t been here for very long compared to the other inhabitants so maybe he doesn’t know that he can get back.” “All we know at this point is that he’s our best shot at getting home,” Kopaka whispered back. They had met Botar a few times before, and neither Toa had enjoyed the encounters. Botar was a being of mystery, legend, and horror, all wrapped up in one. He didn’t need to be experimented on by the Kestora to look like he belonged to the horde. They were not looking forward to this encounter either. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Down one hall, up a flight of stairs, the pair stalked. As they came around the bend of the staircase, they froze, and not because of Kopaka’s ice. There in the shadows of the room in front of them was a hulking creature, facing opposite the Toa, tearing into what might have been one of its kind moments before. Unfortunately, Kopaka could see that the stairs continued through the other side of the room – they’d have to cross. In a flash, the Toa darted behind a few shelves near the stairs they’d just come from, directly inside the room. The creature didn’t take note. “We could just skirt the edge of the room,” Pohatu said. “Freeze that light up there and it’ll go out. I bet the monster won’t even notice.” Kopaka considered this, then slowly aimed his blade at the light. Tendrils of frost snaked through the air, hardly noticeable if someone wasn’t looking for it. The light froze and cracked, plunging the room into darkness. Sure enough, the creature didn’t move from its spot in the center of the room. “Okay, good,” Kopaka said. “You can let go of my hand now.” I’m not touching you,” Pohatu said after a second of hesitation. For the second time in the same day, Kopaka’s spine tingled. If Pohatu wasn’t touching him… Suddenly the emergency lights blinked on, bathing the room in dark red light. When his eyes adjusted slightly, Kopaka saw that a tentacle was wrapped around his wrist! He jerked away, punching the shelf accidentally in the process. Much to the dismay of the Toa, eyes began to open on the shelf – it was covered in creatures waking from their slumber. Pohatu saw with horror that the creature in the middle of the room had thrown its head up at the sudden noise, and now snarled at the shelf. “Kopaka, let’s go – we have no time to get friendly with these creatures now!” Pohatu shoved Kopaka hard, and the tentacle slipped off. The two Toa bumped out from behind the shelf and scurried for the stairs across the wall. The creature in the middle of the room let out a screech, and slammed itself into the wall where moments ago the Toa had been hiding. The shelves fell over, and creatures now scurried like Archive Moles toward any exit. The ground beneath the Toa became dark with bodies. Kopaka urged Pohatu ahead. “Can we use our Kanohi yet?” Pohatu asked. “You go ahead and find a safe path,” Kopaka replied. “I’ll try to slow it down so it doesn’t find us later!” With that, Pohatu blinked out of view, and Kopaka flew up the stairs, rounding the first bend as the creature leapt and crashed into the bottom steps with a heavy thud. It screeched up the staircase, then sunk its claws into the walls and began its climb. We might outthink it, but I don’t think I can outrun it, Kopaka thought, hearing it a few steps behind him. He sprinted up two more flights and down the connected corridor. The beast skittered to its feet on the landing and bounded after the Toa. Kopaka shot ice behind him, to no avail – the beast hurled itself over the frozen patches and kept coming. Once it slipped, giving the Toa a mild advance, but hardly enough to regain ground. Pohatu returned beside him. “This way!” he said. The two turned a corner, then another, breathlessly trying to think of how to get rid of this creature. Pohatu spun around and shot an energy blast at the thing with his launcher, which knocked it to its back. The Toa sprinted on. Coming to a fork, Kopaka followed Pohatu as he tore off down the left hallway and up more stairs. They climbed what felt like ten or fifteen floors, all the while hearing the monster crashing behind them and screeching all the way. Pohatu zipped away again and back, confirming that their path was still clear ahead. They dove into the room at the top of their staircase and slammed the door. It was dark in here too, but the place seemed still. They could hear the monster somewhere outside, howling like an Iron Wolf who lost track of its prey. They breathed a sigh of relief. “We might have faced Makuta,” Pohatu said, “but I’m not ready to fight a thing like that just yet. Good thing the rest of the horde didn’t find us.” Kopaka nodded. That thing’s movement, its claws and lunge and screech – it was all too much to take it, too fast. Thankfully, they had gotten away. But all was not quiet. Slowly at first, as if far away, Kopaka could hear the scrape of metal against the floor and the ticking of claws on the walls. The squeaking of rusted joints and lumbering, uneven footsteps echoed down the halls, signaling the horde’s arrival. “We have to keep moving,” Kopaka whispered to Pohatu. “Maybe they really can feel the use of Kanohi.” “We need to find Botar before they find us,” Pohatu replied. Then without warning, a monster materialized right in front of them. The darkness and flickering of light didn’t help ease the Toa at all, who stumbled back at the creature’s sudden appearance. Then it spoke, its voice raw and cracking as though it hadn’t spoken in a long time. “Be careful what you wish for,” Botar said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
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