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  1. Kotu sighed. It seemed like an ordinary day in Ga-Koro; the waves were rippling, the sea-birds were crying, and the Tarakava were mauling smaller Rahi for lunch. Everything and everyone was either fulfilling its duty, its destiny, or both, and it was doing so together in harmony, thus amply satisfying Mata Nui’s third island-wide edict of Unity under penalty of mild rebuke. Well, everyone except for one: Kotu. Kotu’s best friend and fellow Turaga-wrangler Macku had been missing for a couple of days now. True, she often snuck off to watch Hewkii play Koli or catch an Onu-Koronan sunset, but this time was different; this time, she had actually told someone she was going somewhere. This time, she hadn’t run off under cover of darkness without telling a single soul whether she was ever planning to claim her recent lottery winnings. This time, she had actually remembered to lock her front door. And this time, somewhere hadn’t sent her back. “You won’t miss me for long,” Macku had slyly told the village’s astrologer and chief know-it-all, Nixie, shortly before disappearing without even taking a boat. “The stars burn forever, so they miss no one for very little or very long,” Nixie had dryly answered. “Don’t stars eventually explode?” poked a puzzled Macku in return. “And how can you answer anything dryly? We’re living on a bunch of lily pads floating in a lake, for Mata Nui’s sake.” But Nixie had been left to contemplate the error of her ways in abashed silence, since Macku had not waited long enough to hear that Mata Nui’s stars were understood to be giant, unchanging, glowing rocks and that furthermore her hut had been thoroughly waterproofed by Marka last rainy season. It had only been several hours before a mildly conscientious Nixie had undertaken the long and arduous journey of a few dozen feet from her hut to Kotu’s, wan and breathless. A despondent blue Pakari had greeted the star swimmer as she confusedly opened her flimsy seaweed door, noting absentmindedly how ineffective it would have been at stopping anything but air from entering her hut. “…” Nixie had emoted. “Uh, what?” “… Kotu… the one known as ‘Macku’ bids me to tell you that… you should not miss her.” “… Uh… what?” “… Yea, star athlete and occasional boat-thief Macku has departed this known world, perhaps seeking more comforting company among the stars…” “… What on Mata Nui on you talking about?” But Nixie, now properly incoherent, would say no more, and within an instant she was gone. Kotu had dashed across town in a fury, beating and tearing at the aloof astrologer’s seemingly paper-thin plant-based house, but to no avail. Alas, Marka’s waterproofing business really was the one that “Wets Your Appetite for Security.” She had run out of the village, yelling and calling out for her friend along the unreadable coast of the bay; but no answer came. She had done the same each day as soon as the sun had risen, to no avail. Macku was gone. And now, after sitting in misery by the village’s lonely gate for the third day, she at last resolved that it was time to ask for help. Kotu could be sort of like a male-Matoran sometimes. *** With the sun already high in the sky, a careworn Kotu at last surrendered to the sinews of her body that ached with disappointment. It was time to get help. First on her ill-disposed itinerary was the scurvy sailor, Kai, whose speed with both a boat and a boring, expansive tale were legendary. Kotu sighed and trudged down the floating lily pads and into the village. “Hello, Kai? It’s me, Kotu,” she began tentatively. “Aye, Kotu! I’d know that mask faster than a fish in a fresh pond o’ – ” “Yes, I’m sure you would,” Kotu answered stonily, “but right now I’ve got a matter that is rather urgent. Have you seen Macku?” “Oh, alas, I haven’t,” replied a wide-eyed Kai. Kotu sighed. “But, if’n you have a minute to listen to an old sea-star,” the unprovoked sailor continued, “this would be a mighty maritime to learn of the many virtues of Speed. You see, Speed is the essence of all life; it allows yer boat to go fast, and it allows yer boat to go slow. With Speed on yer side, you can catch as many fish as’n you want, as quickly or as slowly as ye want. The Need for Speed – ” Kotu sighed and grumbled as she walked off down the lily pad, crossing Kai off her mental list. Next was Shasa, the esoteric weaver. If Kotu hadn’t expected a straight answer out of Kai, she was even less hopeful about receiving one from Shasa; but what choice did she have? “Hello, Shasa,” sighed a wary Kotu. “Ah, Kotu,” began the Matatu-adorned weaver, turning away from her work to greet the Koro deputy. “The strands have long foretold of your coming.” “Uh…” “Yes, with the unity and perceptivity of my thread-based thought, I long ago learned of your predicament and of how you would choose to solve it.” “… You did? Really? Then why didn’t you ever mention anything to me, or at least to the Turaga?” “Alas, the strands of time oft run slower than the young and impetuous would have them,” sighed Shasa in turn. “Given the time, I could verily weave the full tale…” Kotu had not let Shasa’s similarly-waterproofed door hit her on the way out. Okay, that one was a bust, too, thought Kotu. But next is Kailani, so at least I can finally pick up that spare sickle I’ve been needing. “Hello, Kotu!” greeted the nonchalant craftswoman as her occasional client entered the hut. “What can I do for you today? A nice safe hatchet? A useless fishhook? Perhaps even some overpriced Koli paraphernalia?” “None of the above, my good Kailani,” replied Kotu, wearily shaking her head. “I could use a thing or two, but first I need to know: Have you seen Macku?” “Oh,” answered Kailani, her countenance falling. “No, I’m sorry, Kotu. I haven’t seen her since the day before the day before the day before yesterday.” “Yes, none of us have,” sighed the swimmer. “Well,” chimed the craftswoman, perking up a bit, “maybe I can still sell you that thing you wanted? Some nice Takea bait? Only a couple weeks old, still fresh…” “Ah, I would, but… Oh, ‘kava-sticks! I’ve left my widgets in my other torso.” “Ah, that’s the luck of a sailor,” chastised Kailani as Kotu sullenly made for the door. “That figures, I was just hanging out with Kai,” she muttered under her breath. Her next meeting was of little help, either, with Okoth the village merchant simply attempting to sell her a boatload of air bladders for over twenty minutes. Who let someone with a stupid Miru into this village, anyway, she mused. Next was Amaya, the village’s resident flax-maker. Kotu wasn’t exactly sure what something with as funny a name as flax was ever used for, but as one who was generally quite oblivious to the finer points of the building trades, she smartly decided to keep her mouth shut. “Hello, Amaya,” said Kotu as she stepped in the small hut’s door. “Oh, hello, Hahli,” drawled Amaya absentmindedly. Kotu did a mental facepalm. Unperturbed, she continued: “I’m wondering if, in between all this fine flax-making you’ve been up to, you’ve perhaps seen our village’s beloved Macku?” “Hmm… now, remind me… who is that again?” Kotu did another facepalm. “She wears a blue Huna, the same mask worn by the respected Turaga Vakama and by that Le-Matoran in the cereal commercial.” “Hmm… oh, yes! Macku! Now I remember her!” A glimmer of hope quickly kindled in Kotu’s heart. “It was just yesterday she congratulated me on doing such a good job making a flax purse for our newly-arrived savior, the Toa of Water…” Again, Kotu made no mistake of letting a door hit her on her way out. Only a little ways down the floating lily pads was the hut of Hahli, the otherwise inconspicuous flax-making assistant to Amaya. Kotu really hoped that memory problems weren’t contagious. “Hi, Hahli?” Kotu inquired sharply. “Oh, yes – hello, Kotu!” bowed Hahli, stepping up from her flax work. “What can I do for you?” “It’s Macku, good flax-mistress; she’s gone missing.” “Oh… I’m terribly sorry to hear it,” replied a saddened Hahli. “I wish I could help, but I’ve been stuck inside this hut for the past three days; Amaya’s been putting me on overtime with so many repairs to make after the Tarakava attack. I haven’t seen or heard anything since last week.” “That’s alright, Hahli,” answered Kotu with a faint smile. “You’re doing your duty, and Mata Nui knows no one can fault you for that.” With a slight smile in return, Hahli said, “Well, I hope you can manage to find her! As long as she hasn’t gone off to be a Koli mascot again… Who knows, maybe someday someone will write a great story about all this mess,” she giggled knowingly. “We can only hope,” chuckled Kotu. Next was Nireta, the town’s one and only navigator. Kotu realized it was a little disturbing that without one Matoran, the only village on the island with even a vague interest in geography would be just as clueless as those directionless Le-Koronans. Eh, whatever, she thought. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Kotu, Ga-Koro’s crowned champion of calisthenics and also swimming!” boomed Nireta with uncharacteristic enthusiasm as Kotu entered. “You know that Macku won that lottery, right?” Kotu jabbed, unable to resist. “Nonsense, I’m just in a good mood to see such a charismatic champion with such a substantial salary!” “… Yeah. Anyway, Nireta, I’m afraid I’ve lost someone and I’m – ” “Lost someone? Say no more! With one of my many marvelous maps, you’ll find your friend in no time! There is literally nothing my comprehensive, custom-made, customs-approved maps cannot find! I’m the cartographer with a cart of graphs that will – ” “You know I have no money on me, right?” “I haven’t seen anyone, get out.” Well, at least she didn’t try to sell me a map of a ‘secret cave’ again, Kotu thought sardonically. As she trudged wearily down to the quays of the village, her heart picked up a little at the faint but vigorous waft of sea breeze. Marka the caulker/shipwright was next. When she stepped into the boat-builder’s little hut, to her surprise Kotu found that there was no one there. The boat-Matoran were, of course, often away at sea, but this certainly wasn’t a good time for that as far as Kotu was concerned. As she stepped outside to catch the breeze again, however, an imposing dark blue Hau was soon bobbing toward her down the docks. “Hello there, Kotu! What brings you to this lonely side of the village?” the shipwright chuckled, looking her up and down. “The village isn’t really that wide, Marka,” scowled Kotu, forgetting her manners in her impatience. “Anyway,” she added, hastily looking apologetic, “Marka, I’m looking for Macku; she’s been missing for three days. She didn’t take a boat by any chance, did she?” “No, indeed,” Marka replied soberly. “There’s been no boat use, authorized or not, for nearly a fortnight. Everyone’s been so busy fixing up the town after that great big Tarakava – ” “Yes, I know, Marka, we were all there,” finished Kotu, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, is there any way I could maybe take a boat out for a bit and, you know, look for her? It’s been so long and I’m starting to get worried.” “Well, let’s see, then… I’m running a little short on rope, sailcloth, and rigging… if you just agree to run a few errands for me – ” But Kotu was already on her way past the grandiose boat-Matoran. Errands? Who did she think she was, a Chronicler or something? Pelagia, the on-duty boat captain, was hardly more helpful; upon walking up to her, Kotu was greeted with a terse query of, “Ride the boat?” Feeling her empty torso pockets with chagrin, she was frustratingly forced to left-click the right-hand answer of ‘No.’ Pelagia said no more. It was thus at long length that Kotu finally returned to the embittered door of the Astrologer, shaking with cold anger as she drew near. This was starting to get ridiculous, and here she had been the whole time, holed up and holding all the answers! It was time to give this no-good Nixie a piece of her muscular mind. But the Astrologer’s door, for all its feinted frailties, was no more agreeable to Kotu’s muscles than it had been what was now several hours before. The door would not budge. With an angry huff, she marched down the street to her final and most forlorn destination: the towering Turaga’s hut. *** It wasn’t easy asking for help. It wasn’t easy swimming seventy-seven consecutive laps around Ga-Koro. And it certainly wasn’t easy keeping Okoth’s bounteous bartering stand stocked. But Kotu was about to do at least one of those things. She stepped shyly into Turaga Nokama’s hut. It was weird, as a Turaga’s deputy she had often been within the spacious and mysterious hut’s walls before; but those times seemed so far away and forgotten now. Books and stone tablets of ancient lore spilled out onto the damp lily pad floor, reminding her of the Turaga’s insatiable thirst for both knowledge and verbose fan fiction. In the dim light of the weird little jellyfish tank-lights, she felt so small and vulnerable, easily routed by even the least of the Makuta’s plots. What hope was left after the Turaga? Nokama looked up slowly from her translation work without saying a word. In her compassion and wisdom, she could tell something was sorely amiss; not even the Kanohi Komau, the Noble Mask of Mind Reading Control, was needed. “Turaga, I have a problem,” grimaced Kotu, feeling the tears welling up inside her. “What is it, Kotu?” smiled Nokama kindly. “What terrible tempest stirs your heart?” “Well, you see, Turaga… it’s Macku. She’s been gone for three days now, and I’ve torn the village up and down looking for her. Everyone is either too cryptic or too longwinded or even too forgetful to help! And I’ve left my widgets in my other torso, so I can’t even buy a hatchet or a boat or a map or an air bladder to try and find her! My best friend is gone, and I can’t even do anything to get her back…” With this, her voice broke and she bent over, instinctively huddling in her Turaga’s arms. “Oh, Kotu, why didn’t you just ask earlier? I’m expecting her back in a couple of hours. She just went to Po-Koro to get some more Mahi milk.”
  2. The tone and style of the Bionicle storyline underwent many changes during its ten-year run. As such, there have been a few retcons and retools along the way, and not all of the old story material is considered canon. Which parts of the early Bionicle storyline make you look back and go "ummm no, that's not how that works"? It may be characterization that seems off, terminology no longer in use, powers or artifacts being used in a different way to how they're supposed to work, or things that are just flat out wrong in terms of what we currently know to be canon. Some of it's awkward, a lot of it's funny, and plenty is just outright weird. The most glaring example for me is all the "Mata Nui awakens this day" in Mask of Light... um, nope, sorry, not for another five years, guys... Was that even a retcon, or did the filmmakers really just not know that Mata Nui wasn't meant to wake up yet? There's a bit of this in the Hapka books, like the fact that the Toa put new masks on top of their old ones, but suvas are never mentioned so you get the impression that the Toa are just walking around with these giant dorky stacks of masks on their faces. Also, Tsundere!Kopaka being a jealous baby whenever Gali pays attention to Tahu. It's hilarious. What were the weirdest things about early Bionicle for you? What are you glad they got rid of? Is there any of it that you think should have been kept in? (*cough* Macku/Hewkii *cough*) Discuss...
  3. Onuki

    In the Ice

    It was not a happy time in Ko-Koro. Not that there were ever many happy times in a village of esoteric recluses led by a Turaga who didn’t even speak English, but they still had their moments. This was not one of those moments. In spite of his most persuasive protests that his distinctive sand blue coloration had destined him for a noble life spent accruing sage, arcane wisdom, Kopeke had been assigned menial guard duty on the North March in light of a series of recent Rahi raids. The raids had damaged a guard outpost and left several indistinguishable Ta-Koronan guards missing, a turn of events about which the Turaga had not been particularly concerned. What was worse, Kopeke had been assigned guard duty alone! Not that he didn’t prefer doing things alone; all Ko-Koronans save the convivial guards Talvi and Pakastaa did. But if there was one thing most Ko-Koronans preferred not to do alone, it was getting mauled by Rahi. What was even more incredible was the fact that his duty hadn’t even been ordered normally by Turaga Nuju; in wayward Matoro’s exuberant Rahi-hunting absence, Jaa, the Sanctum’s chief loafer resident, had halfheartedly attempted to decipher a Turaga’s weekly agenda that was as garbled as it was sparse. Other orders had apparently been for Talvi to go to Onu-Koro to buy a snow plow and for Jaa to take a paid vacation. It was against this unhappy backdrop that a grim Kopeke now found himself hunched over a small heatstone in a cramped guard hut on the North March. He had already lost track of the time; all he knew was that every time he had tried to return to Ko-Koro, a distraught Pakastaa had reluctantly reminded him that his orders had been given, however garbled. So much for his plan of taking Talvi’s job; that party animal still hadn’t even returned with a new snow plow. As he huddled by the small light, he tried to remember the Ko-Wahi Rahi manifest that Matoro had once all-too-eagerly rattled off for him; Muaka, Ice Tarakava, and… something-Jaga? All he remembered was the second half of that last one, but he also remembered its most distinctive feature: Its twin light blue Kanohi Pakari. Those Jagas hadn’t been seen in Ko-Wahi for years; their recent appearance was indeed a harbinger of dark times, dark times in a village whose primary color was white. This perhaps made the dark times even darker. Although not really less colorful. But now there was a sudden noise; creaking, thumping. Kopeke sprang up. Something was coming. Disc in hand (although recently-honed knowledge of how to use it not really in head), he jumped out from the hut, turning wildly in search of his foe. But he had only to glimpse the gargantuan yellow head of a Muaka before dropping his erstwhile weapon and opting to flee. Kopeke ran. He heard roaring and crashing behind him as the Muaka lurched on and snowbanks collapsed in its wake. A fine job Matoro had done hunting these things! As he turned a corner, he glanced back to watch in dread as the beast, which had clearly gained ground, began to head right for him. Its jaws were agape; it was frighteningly close. Kopeke skidded and stopped, horrified. He regretted never visiting the Kini-Nui. Also, never talking to that quiet Ga-Matoran he kind of liked. Also, talking to simpleminded Matoran so much. But even as he leapt in the air in a last attempt to defy the beast, something changed, and it slowly veered away, perhaps in pursuit of larger prey. But still Kopeke was doomed; with a mighty swing of its tail, the snow-tiger haphazardly felled the snow drift above him, knocking him down and bringing the world to darkness. *** When he came to, Kopeke found he was very cold. Not that this wasn’t a typical experience living on an icy mountain, but he was particularly, singularly cold. Bitingly cold. Only now – what was this? It was warming! But why? Why – Then it hit him, in a sudden, ice-cold flash: He was frozen. What was he going to do? Who would ever find him? And yet, even as he realized his peril, the unforgiving ice was beginning to lift. He could start to feel his hands, and his feet, and his… “…!” he cried. Before him stood the fabled mask of Ko-Koronan dread, the one that had not been seen for centuries… At the sight of a menacing light blue Pakari, the dazed Kopeke struggled wildly in his now fast-thawing prison, lurching and yearning to get free and flee. Everything was still so cold… But then, in a sudden blink, he was finally thawed, standing and shaking but waiting only long enough to note with certainty the Jaga’s blue Kanohi in front of him before turning to run. With the memory of the massive Muaka now quickly returning to him, this time he did not stop to turn around. He did not even stop to wonder what had so suddenly warmed his icy fate. Kopeke ran. *** At length, the cold, dismayed Matoran finally reached the secret village entrance located in the foot of an unassuming snowbank. Fumbling with the door, he at last managed to open it and rushed inside. Exhausted, he collapsed. Kopeke gasped for breath and looked fondly around the (relatively) cozy inner guard room. He couldn’t help but think to himself: I wonder when more help from those boastful hotheads down the mountain will ever come? They send Matoran, but they never think things through. It was probably their bright color schemes that attracted the original Rahi attacks in the first place… Oh well, I’m safe now. Whatever that was out there, I sure hope it doesn’t find its way to Ko-Koro; I’m sure it was dangerous and up to no good. He gave a wry smile at having escaped from such a deadly, unknown foe. And they had thought he wasn’t guard material! “…,” he snorted and muttered to himself.
  4. The six Toa Mata were gathered together Beneath a great palm tree to hide from the weather. Tahu was all fiery, Kopaka was cold, And Pohatu was feeling a little bit old. But now their Turaga all started to speak And a couple stray birds also opened their beaks; Before long they realized they needed some quiet Lest the impatient Toa have reason to riot. So now old Vakama gave signals for silence, As Gali diffused Tahu’s urges for violence; The orange Turaga began to recount, “This is what’s on the island: Don’t forget or I’ll pounce! In Ta-Koro, citizens live off the lava: They farm it, they surf it, they fill it with Java; You see, the great Guardsmen must always rise early, But they find they cannot always drain their coffee. Great Jaller is Ta-Koro’s valiant captain, You’ll seldom observe that his Guardsmen are nappin’; Although if they are simply give them a shove And they’ll strive for the glory they were dreaming of. There’s also Kapura, who moves very slow, Though he’ll always notice Makuta the Foe; Feel free to ignore his dire warnings of dread And take note of the fact that his body’s all red. And then there’s Takua, whom nobody likes; He thought it was funny to flood all our dikes! We banished him so he could think on his deeds, And maybe fulfill his emotional needs. Matau leads Le-Koro, which sits in the trees; The people there try not to anger the bees. They beat upon drums and they play upon flutes, And rumors report that they used to ride chutes. Kongu fights off Rahi while riding a bird; He also speaks Treespeak, haven’t you heard? His best friend Tamaru is clumsy but quick: Infected Kanohi won’t soon make him sick! Dark Onu-Koro’s the one underground, They founded it ‘cause protodermis they found; Turaga Whenua has problems galore, So if you find lightstones, he might need some more! Onepu races and marshals the Ussals, His best friend Taipu has a lot of arm muscles; Some people gossip that Taipu is dumb, But purple Matoran stick out like sore thumbs. Nuparu is Onu-Koro’s inventor, He makes sure equipment won’t soon lose its splendor; He puts up with Whenua’s pitiful pay – Who knows? He might make something useful some day! Ko-Koro is cold because it’s on a mountain, Before it was frozen, they once had a fountain; If you try to talk they might give you dark looks ‘Cause they’d rather be all alone reading their books. Their Turaga is Nuju, whom none understand, It’s said he speaks only by moving his hands; Of all the Turaga, he is the most wise, Although you can’t tell by his relative size. Matoro’s the trapper who hunts for Muaka – That is, when he’s not bumping into Kopaka; He’s the only one who knows what old Nuju says, And Jaller believes he eats snow-flavored Pez. Kopeke the carver is not very nice, But sometimes he’ll carve people things out of ice; His Komau is currently colored sand-blue, But Nuju says later he’ll get something new. Turaga Onewa, Turaga of Stone Leads Po-Koro, carvers and sports players’ home; Their Toa Pohatu is steady but slow, Except when he wears his Kakama, you know. Hewkii is Po-Koro’s cool Koli champ, He usually runs their Sand Sports Summer Camp; When he writes to Macku, he won’t leave out a stamp But he never prefers to get soggy or damp. Hafu the carver is overly proud, And many complain that his carving’s too loud; Some say that Hafu is not very nice But he’ll always create something for the right price! And last there’s Ga-Koro, where they’re only girls, And sometimes, it’s said, they go diving for pearls; Nokama instructs them, ‘Find harakeke plants!’ – That is, when she’s not kicking me in the pants! Macku’s a swimmer, and expert in boats; If you throw her in water, she probably floats! She oft visits Hewkii, whom she thinks is cute, No matter how long or unsafe is the route. About Kotu, there’s not much I can say, She probably swims or sews rigging all day; Nokama informs me that she’s her left hand, – That’s strange, because often she lies on the sand. Ga-Koro’s other assistant is Hahli, She’s shy, but she’s also sporadically jolly; On my captain Jaller, she must have a crush: She gave him some ice, but it turned into slush. So those are the villages, totaling six – Take note: Most of them are made out of mud bricks; And so, as you try to accomplish your quest, You’ll need to defend them; you must do your best!” The island was alright, the Toa agreed; Tahu observed that their fear had no need. “If that’s all there is, I think we’ll be all set!” “You fiery fool, I’ve not done Rahi yet! First, Nui-Rama are beasts of the air, While jumping through jungle, you’ll have to beware; It’s said they’re hard-hearted and horrible, too, Even though their Kanohi are transparent blue. Everyone fears the fierce Nui-Jaga, Much greater in size than your average Turaga! In any case, you must be ready to bring An antidote to stop the scorpion’s sting. The Tarakava are the beasts of the sea; At the sight of them, all the Ga-Matoran flee! They wear a Kanohi on top of their heads, And travel around using out-of-place treads. Muaka and Kane-Ra are not the same, Although both will put you in comparable pain; Muaka are found in Ko-Koro’s cold drifts, So if you sleep there, try to do it in shifts! The Manas are Mata Nui’s mighty crabs, They’re bred in Makuta’s old underground labs; These crabs will be next-to-last foes on your quest, So once you beat them, you can breeze through the rest!” “Yippee!” cried the Toa, “That’s finally done! This island is starting to seem like great fun!” “Not yet,” sighed Vakama, “and I’ll tell you why: Last but not least, you must beat the bad guy! Makuta has hidden himself underground, There he takes thought and plots without a sound; From there he commands all the wild Rahi beasts, And sometimes on recycled Kanohi feasts. Although you will have collected all your masks, Still accept assistance from any who ask; A Chronicler should pass with you through the door, To write it up should you end up on the floor. Beware, the Makuta can take any form, But I’m told that a musky Matoran’s the norm; So up from the floor this Matoran may rise, Underestimate not, in spite of its small size!” But Vakama paused, and Lewa inquired: “It seems against us all the odds have conspired! One thing there is we would all like to know: Just how can we beat this Makuta the Foe?” Now old Turaga Nokama spoke up, As a thirsty Whenua refilled his clay cup, “To his own pride the Makuta is tethered: To beat him, the six Toa must work together!” To hear this news, most of the Toa were glad, Although cold Kopaka was visibly mad; But Tahu asked, “What’s after Makuta’s cloud?” “Silent!” cried Matau, “Spoilers aren’t allowed!”
  5. This is kind of an odd little story I dreamed up, set during the 2001 storyline. Enjoy! “I need to find another mask,” said Tahu. “If Kopaka gets them all before I do, I’ll never live it down.” “Patience, Toa Tahu,” said Vakama. “The quest for the masks is not a race.” “Easy for you to say.” Turaga Onewa chose that very moment to enter the room. “Oh…I’m sorry, Vakama, I didn’t think you would still be…occupied.” “Pay it no heed, Onewa. I’ll be done talking to Tahu in just a moment.” “Very well.” Vakama turned back to face Tahu. “To find the Kanohi Pakari, you must first seek strength within yourself. Go think on this.” Visibly annoyed at the cryptic words, Tahu replied with a stiff, “Very well, Turaga,” and left Vakama’s hut. “What did you mean by that?” asked Onewa. “Nothing, actually…“ “Nothing?” “Well, you see, brother…that's why I summoned you. I have a problem,” said Vakama. “I can’t remember where I hid the Pakari.” “You forgot? You forgot where you put one of the keys to Makuta’s defeat?” “It was a thousand years ago! I can’t be expected to keep track of all the masks for that long.” “Don’t tell me…” “I…I may have forgotten where a few of the others are.” “A few?” “Well…all of them.” “Oh, Karzahni,” swore Onewa. “How has Tahu found any masks at all?” “So far, I’ve just told him cryptic things, and he’s always come back with one. I have no idea how he does it. But this can’t be allowed to go on. If there’s one he can’t find, I cannot keep feeding him mumbo-jumbo forever.” Suddenly, a tall figure sped into the room. When it came to a halt, the two Turaga realized that it was Pohatu. “Turaga Onewa! Hafu told me I could find you here. I was wondering if you could clue me in to where to find any more masks?” “What mask are you looking for, Toa?” “Well, I reckon the Hau could come in handy.” “Then the Hau it is. Seek the Mask of Shielding in the Place That Is Protected.” “Um, as you say, Turaga.” With that, Pohatu sped off. “Oh dear,” said Vakama. “Is there something you haven’t been telling me, Onewa?” “Um…well…” “Onewa…” The Turaga of Po-Koro drew a heavy breath. “I may not have the best memory, either.” “Oh, Karzahni. This is a fiasco. What can we do?” “Well, the Toa seem to be doing well on their own so far. Perhaps following one of them to a mask might help refresh our memories?” “That’s a silly, ridiculous, and pointless plan,” said Vakama. “It just might work.” “My thoughts exactly,” said Onewa. “Let’s go find Tahu; he can’t be too far.” ******** The two Turaga caught up with the Toa of Fire after about half an hour. He was wandering the rocky slopes of the Mangai Volcano. “What in Mata Nui’s name are you doing here?” asked Tahu. “We wish to observe your mask-finding process,” Vakama told him. “It will give us insight into your inner character.” “Whatever,” said Tahu. “Try not to get in my way.” “We wouldn’t dream of it,” said Onewa. They wandered about for several moments. Suddenly, to the north, they heard a rock bounce against the mountain. Immediately, Tahu headed towards the sound. “Where are you going, Toa Tahu?” asked Vakama. “To the noise. Whenever I start hearing noises like that, it means I’m getting close to a mask.” ******** Concealed behind a pile of rocks, a lone Matoran smiled. Tahu would have his Pakari soon. He picked up a second rock, and threw it. ******** A second noise came from higher up the side of the mountain. Looking towards it, Tahu noticed a rocky outcropping in the middle of a stream of lava. “That must be where the mask is!” he exclaimed. He eagerly bounded up the slope. When he got near the outcropping, he equipped his Miru and floated over the lava stream. There was the Pakari, just as he’d suspected. He placed the Mask of Strength on his face, and instantly felt a surge of power. He leapt off the outcropping, landing right next to the pair of Turaga. “Incredible,” remarked Vakama. “Does this happen every time?” “It does,” answered Tahu. “I can't explain why.” “Perhaps some things are not meant to be known,” Vakama mused. “Perhaps Mata Nui has a way of ensuring important things happen, no matter what obstacles lie in the way.” He glanced slyly at Onewa. “Perhaps so. In any event, let us return to Ta-Koro. This volcano is no place for a Turaga of stone.” ******** Behind his pile of rocks, Kapura breathed a sigh of content. Toa Tahu was one mask closer to defeating Makuta, and his beloved teacher’s secret was safe. He slinked off to guide Pohatu to his Hau. If anyone asked why he was gone for so long, he could simply say he had been practicing.
  6. I'm trying to practice a bit with my graphic tablet, so I made a quick sketch of Kopaka and colored it. He's always been my favourite character. And he works alone. Note that lines are FAR from clean, might work on it in another moment but I kinda like as it is. I'm trying to reach a good balance between human proportions and those of the set. Click the thumbnail for the full image <-- Click me Like it? Don't like it? Have some tips? Leave a comment EDIT: Here's the original version with a longer neck, thanks for the tips!
  7. Hello there! Up for sale the 2001 quest for the mask boosterpacks 9 cards in each pack will ship worldwide! You can find them in my bricklink shop at the gear area I've also got many more rare bionicle items listed: http://www.bricklink.com/store.asp?p=caszutphen. Or you can buy them through bzpower from me: I've got 24 boosterpacks left for 2,- euro a piece! Cas Your bionicle nr.1 shop!
  8. What is your favorite combiner model or alternate model from 2001? Pictures, for reference: Akamai Wairuha Turaga Nui Turaga Kabaya Combiner #1 Turaga Kabaya Combiner #2 Turaga Kabaya Combiner #3 Matoran Kaita #1 Matoran Kaita #2 Matoran Nui Mata Nui Cow Dikapi Fikou Nui-Kopen Kahu Tarakava Nui Kuma-Nui Mana Ko EDIT: I thought I was making a poll...
  9. The other day an idea struck me while I was looking at this picture. Is it possible that the 2010 version of the Toa that we saw were the original Toa Mata designs, before being placed into canisters? Obviously the image doesn't show 2001 Tahu because TLG was trying to promote the current sets on the shelves, but is it that alien of an idea? The reason why the 2001 Toa could look different than those from 2010 could be because the Toa rebuilt themselves slightly differently, and some of their organic tissue may have decayed (thus explaining the visible gears). It would also make sense for the Ignika to have transformed Tahu into this version, since it would have had a record of Tahu's original form instead of the 2001 version. What say you all?
  10. This is a short story loosely based off the 2001 story, and also a comic series I haven't had time to work on (due to school), but I am planning to work on it throughout summer. His Destiny: "Exiled" “Here am I guarding this stupid gate.” I said to myself sighing, while leaned against the wall. My shift just started second ago and I am already bored out my mind. “Why does the Captain keep assigning me to this gate, in fact how often does anyone ever use this gate?” I thought to myself, the thoughts of abandoning this tedious chore was growing more and more desirable. My mind wondered gazing into the sky, where an ugly smog blocked the suns. My eyes moved from one rock to another, the feeling of unrestful spirit kept taunting me, and time seemed to freeze. Suddenly a spark of light glimmered in high above the sky and urged me to strain my eyes in hopes to see what that light was. It slowly came closer and closer to me, until the light revealed itself shimmering bright purple. Its form was illuminated in light in the form of a flutter fly like creature. It was a little smaller than my hand, and had the symbols of the three virtues. The creature of light flew on a rock nearby, and it seemed to be waiting for me to follow it. A part of me wanted to stay, but something inside of me that urged me to follow it, so after a few seconds I made up my mind and followed the creature. I approached the creature and it flew to another rock and I followed. This happened several times, until I realized how far away I've gone, as I turned back and the gate I was guarding was no longer in sight. I turned back to see the creature resting still on a dead tree stump. I slowly approached it and reached out my hand to touch it. The strangest thing happened, and the creature turned from purple to gold. It was beautiful and shined bright like the suns. I pulled my hand away and the creature returned to its original color much more duller looking than before. Suddenly, the sound of the horns were sounded from behind me. “My village must be under attack!” I cried out loud, and turned back to see that the creature of light had disappeared from sight, as if it were never there. I shook my head with frustration, and mentally scolded myself for letting my curiosity get the better of me… again. I started to rush back to my post hoping that it did not compromise my village. I got back to my village, and I saw a lot of huts destroyed and a few villagers injured into what seemed like a massive creature managed to make its way inside, with large claw marks on the ground and on half the buildings in village. The captain of the guard stood facing the destroyed huts and without turning around, he spoke to me with a stern voice, “Someone abandoned their post, and only bad things happen.” He turned around and looked at me, “You there, you were the one assigned to the south west entrance. I was told that was the direction the giant rat beast came from the victims whose huts were destroyed. How could something that big come through the entryway without being spotted?” I shrugged, and said nothing while submissively walked back a step and looking at the floor. The captain glared and me and sighed saying, “Fine, I suppose I should of known better than to had assign you that section. Regardless, the Elder wishes to speak with you, so come with me.” I looked away as I followed him to the Elder's hut. We entered the Elder’s hut, and he was meditating toward a fire pit, behind it was a carving of the Great Spirit. The Elder rose up as we came before him and we knelt in respect. “Rise gate guard.” the Elder said as he pointed at me. I stood up, but still looked at the floor. The Elder spoke softly but sternly as he normally did, “Recent events have made it clear that you are not fit for the duties this village has to offer. Your negligence has led to one too many mishaps. You have led me no choice but to banish you from this village, until you have learned your own way to fulfill your destiny. This is not fully a punishment, but an opportunity. See what you can learn from the other villages, and when you are ready I shall be waiting.” The Elder placed his hand on me and I looked at him, and he said calmly, “Do not take this world lightly, there are dangers that lie in the shadows. Take this staff and this light stone, you will need it on your journeys.” The Elder handed me an odd looking short staff, and light stone. I bowed and said to him, “I am sorry for the trouble I have caused, and I will make it right somehow.” The Elder nodded in recognition of my respectful gesture. The Captain bowed to the Elder and escorted me to my hut. I entered my small hut alone and gathered up my few possessions, and put them in my green backpack. The Captain the escorted me to the main entrance. I was about to leave, and then I heard the Captain from behind me, “Good luck, I hope you find your way out there.” Before I turned my head around, the great gates to the village of fire shut behind me. I looked around only to see a long bride of stone stretching over to the other side. Along the sides of the bridge was the lake of fire that surrounded most of the fire village. I slowly walked across the stone bridge, contemplating where to go from here. I finally made it to the other side and turned around to look at my village for what felt like the last time, and then turned away with a grin and said to myself, “I will return someday, but for now…” my attention was suddenly redirect to a shimmering glow from the distance, just like from earlier. I smiled and finished my thought, “…I will find out where this light leads me.” And this is how my journey begins….
  11. Pictures link to larger ones on brickshelf. Please upvote and comment... Front Back Makuta vs. Tahu The Battle Continues The Master of Nothing vs. The Master of Fire Makuta's Army The Battle Rages On Before you all start crying because this is the end, no need to worry. I've got several other MOCs in the que that are already built and ready to release. (seven, in fact, that I can see on my shelf).
  12. Hi guys, Up for sale: '260x unopened European kanohi mask bags from 2001'! Best price on the internet and chance of getting misprints! Priceguide - 1 x kanohi bag - 9,95 usd each - 4,- usd shipping worldwide 2-5 x kanohi bags - 9,95 usd each - 6,50 usd shipping worldwide 6-10 x kanohi bags - 9,95 usd each - 12,- usd shipping worldwide 11-49 x kanohi bags - 9,95 usd each - Free worldwide shipping 50- or more x kanohi bags - 9,95 usd each - Free worldwide shipping and comes with free store display box (boxes aren't mint) Payment - - IBAN (I prefer payment with this, fast and safe) - paypal (only if IBAN isn't a possibility) For questions feel free to PM me or e-mail: cas_zutphen@hotmail.com. Bricklink store name: Your Bionicle Nr.1 Shop. Thank you and have a great day!
  13. We're looking at The Toa Mata, Nuva, and Phantoka/Mistika. The main team of the Bionicle story. This doesn't include gen2's sets because the poll only allows for three questions, so bear with me. Who do you think got the short end of the stick with each wave? Personally, I think Pohatu wins for 2001 and 2002. Poor Pohatu... he always gets the lamest or weirdest one... first he has kicking, which really made his body look weird, then he didn't really have proper weapons in 2008, and now, in 2015, he's the smallest and blandest of the new Toa. It's ironic to me, because he's one of my favorites. Heck, all of them are great, but I love Pohatu a whole bunch. As for 2008, though, I think Onua wins (or loses, depending on how you see it) because his Mistika form betrayed his iconic look of short and stocky, and replaced it with tall and lean.
  14. A Toa version of the Matoran Kapura from the original series. Armed with two catch swords capable of launching bolts of fire. Toa Kapura wears a Mask of Confusion, a corruption of his powerless Noble Ruru created by the insane Great Being on Bota Magna. The Mask of Confusion has the ability to cause headaches and mental confusion among targets, but only for a short moment. This is not the Kapura from The Kingdom alternate universe, rather a fanfic-based custom creation where the Chronicler's Company become Toa after the reformation of Spherus Magna. This design is based off of the 2015 edition of Tahu, and was made using LEGO Digital Designer. If there's a demand for it, I'll upload the saves.
  15. The question is pretty much the topic title: Did the Toa have their masks swapped during the design period of 2001? If we look at early artwork of 2001 done by Christian Faber, we can see an awakening Tahu on the golden beach putting on a Miru instead of a Hau, and at the 2001 Toy Fair reveal, the prototype Kopaka was wearing a white Hau instead of an Akaku. Additionally, early artwork of the Doo Heads shows Kick with a head that appears to be very similar to a Kaukau, and Flame with a head similar to the noble Huna. So again, did the Toa have their masks swapped during the design period of 2001? EDIT: Links! http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEpwZHTXFh4/T4NiIBJjlbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t75fEEKZm-I/s1600/Early+bionicle_the+birth+of+a+Toa.jpg http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/6/68096/1294326-tahu40.jpg http://www.alteredstatesmag.com/mar2001/graphics/Bio_Kopaka.jpg
  16. So, I've started this topic for both myself and others on BZPower to discuss how they got their Tohunga sets. Normally Bionicle sets couldn't be purchased at McDonald's, but as many of you know, the 2001 Matoran sets which were initially known as Tohunga in 2001 and still are by some people today, could've been purchased at McDonald's. These sets are based on the characters Jaller, Macku, Onepu, Hewkii, Kongu, Matoro and Hafu (which can be included because of being released while known as a Tohunga). However, not everyone may have gotten these at McDonald's and may have gotten them elsewhere, such as a garage sale, Ebay or Bricklink. I got my first Tohunga, Matoro, from a McDonald's which was in walking distance from the field that my older brother played soccor on. Myself, my brother and my sister each got one Matoro polybag. That was the day that I not only got my first Bionicle set, but also my first Lego set ever. The only other Tohunga I've gotten is Hafu with the Power Pack via Bricklink about three or four years ago. So, if you want to, share your experience/s and discuss below.
  17. To quote Vahkiti: "For those who don't know, BQotT, or Bionicle: Quest of the Toa was a Bionicle fan movie project that started in 2005, vanished in 07, and resurfaced in 09 only to vanish again in 2010." Well, I took a look at the footage and soundtrack for that project. The movie, which would have been based off of the 2001 story, had potential. Lots of potential. But alas, it has been nearly 5 years since the project vanished (a second time), never to be continued. With today's technology and software, as well as the increasing interest in Bionicle lately, I wonder if something like that project could show up. Maybe it would be computer animation like Quest of the Toa, or maybe it would be stop-motion. But could something like QotT ever start up again? And if so, who would start it up? I would like to try an make a project like that, but I have little to no experience in stop-motion nor computer modelling/animation. I'm sure some of ouy know something about computer animation and modelling. (Interestingly enough, Vhrano made a 17-minute animation that takes place during the Bohrok Wars, which I think was very well done... aside from Kopaka saying a bad word that reminds you of beavers at one point.) So what do OUY think? Do ouy think there will ever be another project to make a stop-motion or computer-animated Bionicle fan-film based off of 2001? (Or any whole year in general?) Or was Bionicle: Quest of the Toa something that was special and may never happen again? Thank ouy for reading.
  18. http://i.imgur.com/AuXD2cc.png I quick edit I did in PDN. This is my current desktop wallpaper.
  19. toajomo

    Toa Kopaka

    Toa Kopaka, drawn from memory. I know I messed up on a few proportions/details. But let me know what you think!
  20. toajomo

    Toa Tahu

    Tahu Mata. I know some of it is a bit off, but I drew it from memory. Let me know what you think!
  21. The other day I had a chance to sit down and watch the "Metru Nui duology" (LoMN and WoS) back-to-back, saving the LoMN epilogue for the very end of both films. Upon doing this, and looking up what I could find on BS01 about the subject, a question occurred to me: What exactly was stopping the Turaga and Matoran from going back to Metru Nui at any time, either just after awakening the Matoran or after Makuta's defeat in '01? Obviously the Visorak were infesting the city for a while, but Vakama took care of that problem...so they spent 1,000 years on Mata Nui building their villages and such, only to THEN go back and rebuild the city. Why not just start rebuilding Metru Nui to begin with? Thoughts? Lewa0111 Nuva
  22. Review for Beware the Skull Spiders. Epic
  23. Ok, first off, I started this story back when we got the first blurry leaks, so some of my writing was based on that (and by extension, I built MOCs of the Toa and spiders to use as a model. The only reason I didn't switch to the official set designs is because I wanted the entire team to have golden armor, not just three of them. The MOCs that I used can be found here). Second, this is the first "book" of the 2015 storyline, which I made up before we got anything official, so no Okoto, no Ekimu, etc. I plan on doing two "books" for each year, for at least three years, since that's how far Lego has plans for as of what we know. I have left openings to expand out for more years, if need be. I tried to write this like an actual Bionicle novel, down to font size and page size in Microsoft Word, and reread parts of some of the novels to try to get a grip on Greg's writing (granted, as I got farther in, I stopped doing that). Of note is that I used the Protectors as something entirely different, stuck with the old Kanohi powers, and kept the Matoran. I'm going to Word of God this; the tribes are NOT split by gender. There are males and females in every tribe, you just won't see that in this particular book. One more note: the portrayal of the Toa here is the primary reason I wanted to write this. It's an idea I've had for a while, and I love it. You'll see in chapter 1 what I mean. Prologue, 9 chapters, Epilogue. I'll try to update daily, but around New Years I can't, because I'll be away without internet. Anyway, with all of these notes out of the way, enjoy, although the prologue doesn't do much, being a prologue and all: Prologue Sitting in the crystalline blue waters of a vast ocean sat a single island. The peaks of the island twisted, while a single mountain rose in the center of the island. This was no ordinary mass of rock; however, this was a temple, sitting atop a mountain. The people of the island would use this shrine as a place of peace, and a place of reflection. Lately peace and reflection have been hard to come by. “Our island was one of peace. A pristine beauty untouched by conflict and by evil, a home for the Matoran to call their own. The Matoran as a people are governed by three virtues that are meant to hold true for all time. “Unity. To stand together as friends, comrades, and family. “Duty. To aid each other in whatever pursuits we may have. “Destiny. To strive towards the future. A better future. “To hold true to these virtues, legend holds of three masks of power. A Kanohi Mask of Unity. A Kanohi Mask of Duty. A Kanohi Mask of Destiny. These masks are meant to be the embodiments of our virtues, of our way of life. “Lately, however, the way of life has been hard and trying, with dangers abound.” Hidden within the many forests and the deserts of the island were a race of spiders. Their crimson eyes, rows of fangs dripping saliva, and the bladed legs made them a thing of nightmare. Their eyes broke the darkness of night, ensuring anyone being hunted through the dark be aware of their impending fate. The island was shrouded in darkness. Where once light and peace reigned, now there was nothing more than torture, darkness, and tyranny. “Legend holds that the three Kanohi masks of legend lie here, hidden on the Island of Mata Nui. An island besieged by darkness, holding onto hope that heroes shall rise.” Review
  24. Uncle K.

    Legacy

    LEGACY Initial impressions of the 2015 Toa had me thinking they were at least twice the size of the Toa Mata. Obviously that isn't true, but since Lewa 2015 looks more like a Mayan Statue or jungle protector than Lewa I thought it would be funny to see him reprimanding his former self for romping around the jungle and uprooting plants. This was a pretty quick drawing, I wanted to do something sketchy that was more relaxing than taxing. (I also had to keep it secret from my daughter since I do plan on surprising her with some Toa for her birthday so she no longer needs to put her mitts on mine!) I missed coloring one of the leaves, but it's water off my back now! Progress Images uk
  25. So, here's a Bionicle commercial that was shown on TV during 2001. As you can see, the only known copy of this commercial is in low quality (it looks like it was taken off of a VHS) and the first couple of seconds are missing. I am not sure if foreign versions of this commercial exist or not, but one thing I want to find out is this: Does a higher quality recording/version of this TV ad exist? It's a pretty significant video, as it was the first Bionicle TV advertisement ever. Has anyone ever considered contacting Lego and asking for a copy of this commercial? I mean, surely they must have a copy of it somewhere, right? Has anyone tried contacting Lego before? What do you think? Should I try contacting Lego or something?
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