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This is where you can review my epic, Hero Factory: The Biosteel Chronicles. It can be found here.So, to kick things off, a wee bit of trivia. This story is the first Lego based one I have ever written. Thus, it's not too great. This story was also based completely off of MOC characters, including one character that was borrowed from another user on another site.But I digress. My first chapter is up, go to it.
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A review topic for my epic. CC is appreciated.Story topic: http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=2860
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Okay so I haven't been on the forums for a LONG while, but I had to post this as it's starting to sort of worry me. Has anyone noticed that there's no news about Hero Factory in a while, like even leaks or catalogs for the 2013 sets or something? Plus, shouldn't there be another Hero Factory episode around this time? Doesn't anyone think it's strange that there's no news of that too? Sorry if I'm breaking rules here (Not sure if I'm even breaking rules or not. I haven't been here in a long while so correct me if I'm wrong). Something doesn't sit well here and I had to post this to bring it up and get some discussion going on this. I hope they don't cancel the line, though. Hero Factory has tons of potential and it'll be a waste if they cancelled it.
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I really didn't come up with a story for this moc, I really just made it to test out the new building systems's mocing potential. And I must say, its AMAZING. It probably would have taken me a fair bit longer to make something like this using Bionicle pieces. I really like the way this turned out, and im even more impressed with it due to my constraint of only owning a few HF sets, which all have fairly different color schemes. But Im sure you're more interested in what the MOC itself looks like:Pose: http://oi46.tinypic.com/bg1mc9.jpgFront: http://i48.tinypic.com/voa0ar.jpgBack:http://i47.tinypic.com/30u7r05.jpgSide:http://i47.tinypic.com/rmmuev.jpgOther Side:http://i45.tinypic.com/wjtm5u.jpg"Not even heroes live forever": http://i47.tinypic.com/w05k3m.jpgAny feedback or criticism is welcomed
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BIONI-CON!Now I'm not sure if this topic has been posted before, for if its even allowed in this section but i hope it is.so title says it ........ kindaSo pretty much its brick fiesta and all those other LEGO conventions rolled into one with a heavy dose of Bionicle! ( it will be in san diego )there will be 5 rooms,each room will have a theme of each year of Bionicle( the exception of two rooms have to be herofactory/Lego themed)there will be these things for entertainmenta disk hunt in different "metrus"play all the lego bionicle video gamesMOC contestsmeet Greg Farshteyvendors selling custom parts like from brick arms and other things.a costume contest (yes there will be bionicle costumes)an "actual" mask forge where a dude dressed as vakama sells masks from a ta-metru "mask forge" these masks you can actually wear.A herofactroy room that looks like the hero recon room with people selling life sized herofactory weapons and gearand you can build your own hero and buy it get a picture with nuparu and stormerlearn about bionicle mythology the le -koran vendors will sell bioncile themed foodbionicle , lego , herofactory face paintsfree giveawaysCostume contest display your brickfilms raffles Be crowned Bioni-king of the yearand moreso anyways here are some questions about it, answer if u want 1.what country do you live in ?2. what's the highest you will be willing to pay for a ticket?3. if your a vendor will you like to partake in this?4. what do you think could be improved?5. what else would you like?6. on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being the highest) how much do you want to go?7. if you live in another country would you fly to get here?10. which is your favorite year of Bionicle you would like to see come alive
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Another Quatros native, Infernosaurus are intelligent pack hunters. They live near thermal springs and other extremely warm places. While hunting, a member of the pack will cause prey to run, and is herded directly to where the Infernosaurus pack is.http://fc07.devianta...kha-d5fvvj4.pnghttp://fc02.devianta...kha-d5fvvox.pngEdit: Image linked! Please keep posted images in BBC to 640x640 pixels and 100 kB.-Wind-
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All right, hey everyone, I'm here again with another story most of you might not read, but I don't care, I feel like writing something new so that's what I'm going to do. And darn it, why can't I stop rhyming?!Anyways, this is based off an idea I had about having someone be a bad comedian, and it was originally going to be someone like Makuta Teridax. I could possibly still do that idea, but I'm not sure if anyone would like it. So instead, I took a character from the Hero Factory line, Von Nebula, who was my next choice anyway. With that said, if any of you find these jokes to be not funny. Well... that's the point. This whole story is a joke within itself. I've just inception'd a massive joke within many other jokes.*A crowd is gathered around a stage, which has a backdrop of Von Nebula and a lone microphone stand. The lights turn on and center themselves at the microphone stand.*Mak Megahertz, via loud speaker: Welcome everyone to the second annual Makuhero City comedy jam. Now on for our first comedian and act for tonight. You know him as a ruthless villain and criminal mastermind, Von Nebula. Von Nebula, everyone.*Von Nebula rises from a trap door located in the center of the stage. He walks up to the microphone stand and takes it for himself.*Von Nebula: Hey, folks, glad to see you're all doing fine tonight. Also glad none of you have been attacked by any criminals that broke out. Huh, am I right?*silence.*Von Nebula: Yeah, because… there was a break out and… there's the Core Hunter guy out there. *Random guy in the audience coughs.*Von Nebula: Uh, right. So you know, I actually started out here at the Hero Factory. I used to work with Thresher and Stormer in those days. Stormer never liked me all that much. He always gave me the cold shoulder when I tried to talk to him. Huh, am I right?*Silence.*Von Nebula: Yeah, since he… shoots ice… I heard one time he turned someone into a block of ice after he told them to freeze. And speaking of that, ever notice that gun he carried before? He had the gun, the ice pick, the buzz saw, and all this other stuff going on. I mean, what didn't he have on that thing, right?*More Silence.*Von Nebula: But, yeah, he doesn't have that thing anymore. You know it's funny how he and his team needed to get upgraded to fight those fire guys, yet they didn't when they fought me. Am I right? And I met the Fire Lord guy. Interesting guy, I must say. I mean, he has antlers that can rival Megatron's and he speaks like he's from Gran Pulse. Because… Fang and Vanille have… that accent. *Still even more silence.*Von Nebula: Hmm… I guess you didn't get the reference. It was Final Fantasy XIII. It was only, like, three years ago since it was released. It's a pretty cool game. Try it out if you can. But yeah, what is the deal with those antlers? With antlers like those, I think he might as well be called "Moose Lord" instead. He looks like a deranged reindeer, I mean.*Crickets chirping.*Von Nebula: You know, the first time I met Breez, I actually didn't know she was a guy until I found out her name. When I saw her name was "Natalie Breez," first thing I thought was "that's not a normal name for a guy character." You know, because that's a girl's name. You have Natalie Portman. Um… Natalie Imbruglia… you know? *Crickets stop chirping, guy coughs.*Von Nebula, singing: Didn't want to leave you with the wrong impression, didn't want to leave you with my last confession… yeah… of love…*Audience stares at him with blank expressions.*Von Nebula: Ever heard that song? It's pretty good, actually. But anyways, at first I wasn't sure what to think of Breez after that. When I spoke to her, I even said how I thought her name was odd until I found out she was a girl. I felt pretty stupid after that. Her 2.0 upgrade only made it worse for me, you know? You know what I mean?Guy: You're lousy.Von Nebula: You won't be so smug when I drain your hero core! But anyways, was I the only one who thought the 2.0 upgrades looked weird? Evo's face looks like part of a locomotive. And hey, Stormer, what does the scouter say about my power level? Huh, am I right? And what about Furno's google eye goggles? You know, I thought his first helmet made him look like a pizza boy. His second helmet, I didn't know what to think. Nex looks like he's trying out for the local football team. Huh, am I right? That part of his helmet… looks like a football helmet. *Audience is silent once more.*Von Nebula: Personally, I think my upgrade was a bit cooler than Stormer's 2.0 upgrade. I mean, I'm much taller than he is and he's only just a little taller than before. Plus I got to keep my arms spikes and I got this special lollypop that creates black holes. Could his weapon do that? I don't think so. If he were here right now, I'd like to tell him a few things. Like… Thanks for the memories. Even if they weren't so great. Stormer and me go way back. He always has to take the glory. I think if he couldn't take the glory once in his life, it would probably kill him. You know, because it's hardwired in his mind. To take the glory. For everything. And to crush my dreams. So then that's when I decided if I couldn't live out my dream, I'd become a criminal mastermind and make sure no one else could live their dreams.Guy: What is your dream?Von Nebula: Partially to be a stand-up comedian. But you don't want to know about my dreams. Thank you all, you've been a wonderful audience.Mak Megahertz: Let's hear it for Von Nebula, everyone. Von Nebula… the criminal mastermind who's also a stand-up comedian. Now, give it up for the half-time act, part-time villain and part-time singing sensation, Black Phantom.*The stage darkens and Black Phantom runs up on stage to the same microphone Von Nebula was at. And then the music starts...*Black Phantom, singing: Hey, I’m Black Phantom, and this is crazy, but I’m so EVIL! I want your factory! It's hard to think right, I’m so crazy, cause I’m so evil, so give up, maybe? Hey, I’m Black Phantom, and this is crazy, but I’m so EVIL! I want your factory! And all the little heroes, want to stop me. But I’m so evil, so give up, maybe?
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Maybe I'm the only one here who was majorly confused by the Breakout episode of Hero Factory. I rewatched it a few times and here is what I've gathered.WARNINGIf you haven't seen the Breakout episode yet, DO NOT READ. Spoilers and whatnot.>At one point, Von Ness/Nebula met with Voltix and Black Phantom.>Voltix sent some kind of smoke signal out of his electricity shooter things and broke open the Black Hole Orb Staff, releasing Von Nebula and creating some kind of multi-purpose portal thing.>Black Phantom had nothing against the Hero Factory, having done nothing wrong before and was never arrested.>The only thing Black Phantom accomplished was emailing a file containing building plans of the Factory to Von Nebula, most likely so he could make his own "Villain Factory". From the statements above, it can be assumed that Von Nebula caused everything.>Jawblade stole Furno's Fire Guns, which he had when he took part in the Ordeal of Fire, meaning he must have arrested Jawblade sometime between the first encounter with the Fire Villains and his upgrade. Which was a time span of roughly two days to a week.>Speeda Demon, like all previous big villains, knew Stormer's first name.>Rocka was a part of the Hero Recon Team, which explains why he was such a huge part of Savage Planet. It also explains why he was so talented, as a supposed rookie. >Surge, while a veteran hero who is quite the electrician, is still very clumsy and immature compared to the others. He should have grown out of that by now, in my opinion. >Evo is the hopeful, young, aspiring rookie this time around. Good for him, seeing as he barely got a role in Ordeal of Fire. Also, it seems that his original traits have been mostly transferred back. He's more reckless and instinctive in Breakout, which is how I imagined him at first. >We probably won't know what Nex, Breez and Bulk are doing until next year.>Splitface has some kind of schizophrenic disorder and should be reprogrammed to have only onebrain, rather than just be locked up. >Toxic Reapa's species is a bit like the Xenomorphs from the Alien movies. Hatch from eggs as deadly larvae. Incredibly fast, mostly black, and they have corrosive blood (at least in Reapa's case he has poison shooters).>Fire Lord and Witch Doctor were supposed to be in rehab. They weren't.Maybe I'm over analyzing this stuff. Maybe the story really is just covered with plot holes.The purpose of this is to get people thinking. If you have other ideas, I'll be happy to change some of this.
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Meet Shellshock, destroyer of hopes and dreams.http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7133/7840721842_b4d886af27_z.jpgContinuing Lego's little tradition of yellow cyclops with too many weapons. This moc started out as a joke, trying to make some obscure backpack arsenal with too many weapon that you could put on any hero, and soon turned into an actual project. Really liked how this guy turned out, he's obviously ninjago inspired. Come to think of it a Hero Factory ninja line would be pretty cool.http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8287/7840732950_3f106f26dc_z.jpghttp://farm9.staticflickr.com/8433/7871786776_65a49e0370_z.jpghttp://farm9.staticflickr.com/8285/7871787204_03dbcfda6f_z.jpgAlthough this weapon arsenal can fit on any hero that has a foot covering their back (like Bulk, Rocka etc.) the weight makes it hard for them to stand up, hence why Shellshock has extra leg support made to counter this:http://www.majhost.com/gallery/exxx/yeahlego/HeroFactory/Shellshock/shellshock_002.jpegAaaaand Typhoon, the swordsman with his skystalker.http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8432/7871812662_93174f43e7_z.jpg"How am I gonna stop some big mean motherhubbard from tearin' me a structurally superfluous new behind?The answer? Use a gun.And if that don' workUse MORE gun."-The EngineerWhat is better then a arsenal featurering two double-barrel machine guns? A arsenal featurering two double-barrel machine guns with laser-targeting that flies. Similar to Shellshocks arsenal it can easily be fitted on any hero with a feet used as armor on they're back. I had a lot of blue lying around, and I really wanted to use Breez 2.0 headgear cause it just looks so cool.http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8439/7866042186_59162c82cb_z.jpghttp://farm9.staticflickr.com/8306/7867598594_4c09301909_z.jpghttp://farm9.staticflickr.com/8308/7871788218_aa25ea7fce_z.jpghttp://farm9.staticflickr.com/8447/7871788538_50a1524632_z.jpg"Safety first!"http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8427/7867597788_9db2b6db52_z.jpgThat's all I have for now, thanks for checking by!This is also my first post in the resurrected forum!Do not post images larger than 100 kB in BBC. -B6
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Honestly, I have no idea where to put this topic. I was just wondering, has anyone figured out a way to attach a Hero Factory/Glatorian/Agori Helmet to a Metru Head? I'm working on a MOC, and my attempts aren't as nice.So far, I usually use just a flat 2x1 translucent brick for the eye color, but that ends up only filling up one eye.Then, on top of that, I've tried out this, this, and this piece, the last with a 2 long axle and a 2 hole technic piece on top, each in the two holes on the top of the Metru head. Most of these are either too big or only have a hole to attach the plus rod to.Anyone have better suggestions?
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Title says it all. When Mr. Makuro first had the idea to create the Hero Factory, he must have created at least one Hero that would help him to begin his dream of universal security. My question to you all is, what do you think happened to that very first Hero that Makuro ever built? Is he still alive and well? Has he reached a point where he can no longer go on missions, but stays back at the Factory as an adviser to Mr. Makuro? Or has he gone another step forward, and shut down forever? My cousin and I were speculating on this the other day, and I promised him I'd ask you guys what you thought of our theories.So, the Questions I'm asking you today are:1. What do you think happened to the first Hero Mr. Makuro ever created?2. If he's still alive in story, would you want to see him in a future episode? Maybe even released as a set? I know I'd like that
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Title says it all. What do you think the Hero Factory does with some of the older heroes from when Mr. Makuro first created the Factory?On a side note, what do you think they do with the bodies of Heroes that were destroyed while on missions and such? Are they thrown into the junkyard, given a proper burial service, or are they melted down and used to make new Heroes? That last one is kinda disturbing, I will admit...Thoughts?
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Here he is. Hero Factory's fattest hero. He is known to crush villains without arresting them. Flickr GalleryFrontSideBackComments and criticisms?
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This is a lime-green and black Hero Factory MOC I made this morning. It's like a half-insect, half-robot thingy. Again, I went for a unique body (not sure how well you can see it in the photos), but I went for a realistic body form. Flickr setPoseFrontSideBackComments and criticism? Questions? Anything?
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This is probably my favorite mid-sized Hero Factory MOC I've made. He's a villain of course, I haven't really made a story behind him. Name courtesy of Gatanui. Flickr GalleryFrontSideBackPoseAwesome custom body build which looks totally awesomeSo, yeah. Comments and criticisms?
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You’re not sure what to think when they tell you just who the heroes just brought into the station, much less that they want you, of all people, to interview him. You’ve been working as a reporter for the Makuhero Tribune for maybe five months, tops, and your specialty is the sports section. You interview athletes, not criminals, for chrissakes! Speedy Gonzales is one thing. Christian Henderson is another thing entirely. Of course, the paper is going to make you refer to him exclusively as Core Hunter. The editors love the supervillain motif so much more than the fallen hero, so they’re obviously going to milk it for more than it would ever be worth. With a sigh, you grab you pen and paper, your tape recorder, your camera, and your tripod, bundle it all into your car, and drive down to the detention center. You’re sitting in the interview room for a good ten minutes before they bring him in. They have to use the larger door to fit him inside, with the shoulder spikes and all. They persuade him none to gently to sit down in the reinforced chair, then immediately cuff him to it. Seeming slightly satisfied in his restraints, the half dozen heroes take up positions around the room and clutch their weapons with clear nervousness. The first thing that strikes you about him is his sheer bulk. Core Hunter is an impressive specimen of physical power, as his massive form easily conveys. The next thing to strike you, however, is the weapons, or lack thereof. His plasma gun is locked away somewhere, and his core remover is bound and locked up like an illegally parked car. Even as you watch, it whirrs and struggles faintly with its bindings. Even his distinctive visor is missing, leaving his visage exposed to the world. After all that, you look him over again. His armor is engraved with unusual circular designs everywhere, excluding his face. You have to pause for a second, because holy cow, he’s actually kind of good looking underneath the mask. He catches you staring and grins, every trace of calculated cruelty clear on his sinister smile. “Let me guess,” He drawls, the grin never leaving his mouth, even if his eyes remain focused and hard. “You were going to ask about the mask. Or maybe the engravings. Or, were you going to be original and ask why I did it. Why I became a criminal. It’s not like anyone has asked that before.” His voice cuts through you, razor sharp. You stumble over your words, prompting a short, hollow laugh from him. “Do I have you scared, little one? You’re not worth my time. You, the guards, none of them. All I want is your cores.” He leans back in his chair, perfectly relaxed despite the cuffs. “The engravings are based off an old human ‘language,’ the language of the Time Lords in one of their science fiction shows. Time's been an interest of me since I was small." He coughs, quietly, then continues on. "I’ve taken the liberty of adding your name, as well as everyone else’s in the room, already. The mask lets me spot structural weaknesses, amongst other things, like the water damage in the room above us where they’re keeping my weapons. As for why I did it, wouldn’t you?” As you try to find the words, he smirks wider. “Don’t bother answering. It won’t matter soon.” He rises to his feet, the cuffs and shackles falling to bits as they try to impede him. As the heroes raise their weapons, the ceiling collapses with a series of explosions, pinning them under rubble and weapons. Your camera and other equipment is destroyed, but you find yourself unscathed. You sit there, paralyzed, as Core Hunter picks up his mask and gun from where they lay amongst the ruined tiles and supports, then he turns to face you one last time. “Sorry, friend. No witnesses.” His gun slides up and levels with your face. There’s the magnetic thwinp of the firing mechanism, and then blackness.
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So just some Hero Factory fan art. He's an original character; for full bio see here: linkyAnd finally the art itself: linkifyI tried out some texturing on the armor, and added more dynamic shading. C&C, as always, is appreciated.
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This is a quick MOC I made back in October, but forgot to bring with me when I moved to Oregon in January, and then again when I visited Oklahoma in April, and then had shipped to me this past week. It is of Duncan Bulk from the Hero Factory Savage Planet arc. He is in Hero Recon duds because why not. | | | |
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A Breakout“Teddy Bear Hotline – please state the nature of your crisis.”This is the Teddy Bear Factory, where the best Teddy Bears in the galaxy are built. Customized with the latest charm and technology, no matter where it takes them.When 500 wretched villains strike, the galaxy’s most powerful force against evil is ready.Teddy Bear factory – we build Teddy Bears!* * *A malicious toy dinosaur turned from the dull confines of his cell to view what was a sadly common sight – Fuzzball and Rockerz leading another miscreant into storage. Mockery sounded from all directions, including the dolls and Makuta Teridax on the first floor.“Please don’t do this” whined the cuffed teddy. She was of a tasteful shade of black, and her fur was studded with miniature lightening bolts.“Nah, I’m afraid the ride’s over for you, Voltix” said Fuzzball, whose fur was more of a crimson persuasion. He shoved the bear into the cell, laser lines springing up behind her.Rockerz turned to Fuzzball as the crane loaded Voltix’s cell into place. “That black orb staff thing – maybe we should put that thing in a more secure place. It gives me the creeps.”Voltix laughed, a sharp, shrill affair. “It gives me hope, so I can stand on mountains. It gives me hope, to fight another day…” Mesmerized by her musical lit, the boys didn’t notice the black energy leaking out of Voltix’s cell until it was too late.Fuzzball smiled. “Cool! A dimensional portal!” Red lasers blinked out, and various villains leaped to the floor, headed for the column of lightening.Snuggles appeared behind them. “What happened?”“Breakout. All the prisoners are escaping!”“What do we do? There’s too many of them!”Furno slapped Eggplant on the back. “We’re Teddy Bears. That means we stop them.”So Eggplant, Fuzzball, Rockerz, and Snuggles made a number of failed attempts to control the breakout. Snuggles found himself in front of a toy shark, who was making concerted attempts to bite his head off. “notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgood.”Eggplant meanwhile headed straight for the dimensional vortex, only to be yanked out by Snuggles, sending the shark crashing into the rift. “You’re not ready for that. What do you think you’re doing?”And just like that, all the Teddy Bears backed up. “So sorry for the damage” crooned Voltix. “Send us a bill.” And with that, she leaped into the swirl and was gone.* * *Zebra stood up in front of the assembled teddies. “This is the greatest challenge the Teddy Bear factory has ever faced. All the villains in our custody have escaped!”Skinny, a blue-tinged bear in the back chuckled quietly. “It’s not as bad as Makuta Teridax.”String Cheese punched him. “Makuta Teridax escaped, you dimwit.”“Fortunately,” continued Zebra, “we insert chips in villain processing, so tracking them won’t be a problem.”Fuzzball nodded. “Follow your nose – the potato chip scent is hard to miss.”“But due to the large number of villains that escaped, we are sending you on individual missions to capture each one of them.”Skinny yawned.“We have new Teddy Cuffs!” announced Zebra, holding one up one with his mouth.“Why bother – the old ones worked just fine” said Snuggles.“These cuffs can be attached or thrown, and will lock on-““Enough!” said Snuggles, snatching up the new cuffs. “I’m going after the shark thing.”Zebra snorted. “I’ve already assigned him to Fuzzball.”“Well, you do a good job, kid” said Snuggles, handing him the handcuffs. “It’s what I trained you for.”Fuzzball waved him off. “Even you know that handcuffs don’t work on sharks.”* * *Snuggles pedaled as fast as he could after his green faced adversary. His tricycle squeaked as he rounded a bend and viewed his opponent on a similar vehicle.A schematic popped up. “I have a reading on Speeda Clown. He seems to be headed to the planetary navigation beacon.”Zebra, on the other end of the com, snorted. “If he gets there, incoming ships won’t know where to go, and he’ll be able to broadcast his face in a blink of an eye.”“Not on my paws” said Snuggles. He frantically pedaled after the speeding clown, activating a pair of devices on the back of the tricycle. Snowballs pelted the being, despite his best efforts to avoid them. After awhile though, the machines ran out of ammo and fell to the ground.“You thought those little machines would beat me?” snarled the clown, amidst his evil clown laugh.“No, but they did slow you down so I could get ahead” said Snuggles.* * *“Why didn’t you launch?” demanded Zebra, standing two feet away from Rockerz.“Mr. Makubear said to stay behind.” said Rockerz, earphones plugged into the back of his electric guitar. “Security reasons.”* * *Meanwhile, a small black spider descended into the prison on a thin web. Above it was a floating being of darkness, indistinctly shaped but nonetheless connected to the spider – it moved along with it across the broken storage unit.* * *Eggplant called in. “I’m in a bit of a sticky situation…having trouble dealing with this…snake…” His voice was strained, and it was clear through the video com link that his fur was stuck together. A spider appeared above the status screen, shoving and nipping Zebra. “Urgh, I hate spiders.” He backed away, nervous. Numerous spiders hearded Zebra and his lieutenants into the center of the floor, putting them in a forcefield.* * *Rockerz wandered away, going down to the empty villain storage unit. The large space, in his mind, would make a great concert hall – a place where he could imagine his audience…But then the door slammed behind him. The controls to open it again didn’t work. He flipped on the com panel. “Hey Zeb, what’s up?”“Why would I tell you?” snarled Zebra. “You spend too much time with the guitar to care.”Rockerz looked around. There was an opening, a way out, but it was high above his head. He needed rope. He didn’t have one. Except…Rockerz looked down at his guitar. Well, a bears gotta do what a bear’s gotta do…* * *Fuzzball dived the best he could, trying to stay out of reach of those powerful jaws. “Help” he whined as his aqua-jet pack slammed him into the seafloor.“You don’t understand why I can here.” roared the shark. “I came to make sure that no teddy bear would be able to stand against me.”“You succeeded” said Fuzzball. “Now stop chasing me.”The world disappeared in a shower of red splotches.“Furr-o-lineum!” crowed Fuzzball’s opponent. “Instantly removes – Hey!”The teddy bear had the shark in an iron grip around its middle, his pack and his legs pushing them to the surface. “Thanks for the help, buddy – now you won’t slip out of my bear hug.”* * *Skinny snorted. The monster he had been sent to capture was arguing with itself. He took advantage of the distraction to fire the computer-cuffs at the beast, only to watch them connect. “Those computers nowdays always take the fun out of things” he said as he grabbed the incoherent babbling mess and yanked him back to the custody of the satellite. Bored, he spilt an asteroid in half on the way back.* * *String Cheese was having his own problems, mostly that he could barely see. “Vooltiix, where arrre yoooou?” he said. The response was an explosion of pain as his body crackled with electricity.“This is an insult of the highest order” she said. “They thought a rookie like you could defeat me?” She let up on her electrical attack, slinking away.“All around the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush” babbled String Cheese, running around in circles. Voltix spun around, trying to zap him, only to find herself gradually surrounded by an ever-frightening mummification of string cheese.String Cheese smiled. “Well, that about wraps this thing up.”* * *Eggplant could not move. He could barely see, as the giant snake bent toward him with a hiss. His fingertip was as…slow…as…molasses…coming down on the trigger…BLAM.The snake screamed writhing away in pain at the energy weapon.“Hey Eggplant – need some help?” Skinny swooped in, placing his foot on top of the snake’s head to keep it there.“This…wasn’t…the rules…of the game.” strained out Eggplant.Skinny turned and slapped the catch on the snake’s holding container. “This isn’t a game, buddy. This is real life.” He grabbed his friend, pulling him along toward an interplanetary craft. “Let’s hope they don’t have to shave that green off. It’s a new fashion, I hear.”* * *Rockerz walked casually up the stairs, chewing on licorice as he went. He had managed to fix his guitar and was tuning it lazily. That is, until a bunch of spiders ran down the stairs, knocking him over. Struggling, Rockerz knocked off a few of them with his musical instrument and resumed his casual jaunt up the stairs, ignoring the spiders that nipped at his heels. Playing a soft lullaby, he entered Mr. Makubear’s quarters. The view from here was impressive. A new song was definitely on order here, just to capture the essence.A red light blinked on the corner of his vision – a slight disruption in the assembly tower mechanisms, nothing to worry about.* * *“Well, all I really had to do was cuff him after that” explained Snuggles. “I did chuck a snowball at him again, though, just for fun.”String Cheese smiled at that. “I had to engage in a tug-of-war with Intergalactic Towing Services. My Teddy Bear Pod was illegally parked.”“Has anyone seen Rockerz?”* * *“What are you doing here?” said Rockerz, looking up at the black void drifting amoung the collections of wires in the assembly tower. Energy crackled, feeding into the black cloud.“I am Black Phantom, and I will steal power from this wretched Teddy Bear factory!”“You must be pretty desperate. Do you like music? It might sooth your nerves.”“Music? What is music?Rocka smiled and began to play. As he did, the black apparition began to drift downwards toward the beautiful sound, leaving the power conduits and his power grab behind.“Get away from there!” Snuggles said, heading after Rockerz.“No” said Eggplant, crashing into Snuggles. “Let him play.”“Look” said Fuzzball, pointing to the Phantom. “He’s dancing.”* * *Zebra looked at the computer files. “Mr. Makubear, this file has been sent to an unknown location.”“Probably just another glitch.” said Mr. Makubear. “We have been having a lot of those lately. It certainly isn’t part of a larger plan or anything like that.”* * *Makuta Teridax turned away from the computer screen. “Look, here’s the plan. We use the information that our operative stole, and build our own factory to create evil villains, which we then use to besiege the Teddy Bear Factory and lure Teddy Bears away from the Factory, allowing us to take control of said Factory and rule the entire galaxy.”Von Nebula shook his head. “I am so bored.”The End
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Poll for Tekulo: Toa of the Breeze My question for you guys is this: Would you be interested in such a Lego Game as mentioned above?So, are you interested?
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Here is my first large-scale Hero Factory MOC, and my first MOC posted on BZPower. I started building this after BrickFair (August) of 2011, and stopped working on it for a long time. In that long time, it fell apart a lot, and I just decided to rebuild and finish it today. My favorite parts are how strong the legs are, and how unique the body is. The body is built mostly of Hero body bone pieces. Also, this doesn't use any 2012 Hero Factory parts, because I personally don't have any... yet. [*]Side[*]Front[*]Back[*]Top[*]Close-up of Legs[*]Close up of Head[*]With a Rider[*]Flickr setSorry for the weird grain on some of the pictures. I have no clue what happened there (it's Aanchir's camera, not mine). I'll try to get better pictures at BrickFair, because it'll be there.UPDATES: (as requested) [*]New neck[*]New arms[*]Pose[*]Another Pose
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Something I've been working on and off on for the past few weeks. 923 pieces in total. The legs came into existence first. Actually it was the cockpit as it was originally part of another MOC. Then I finished it up today, having added panels to the back and installed a cannon onto the back (it rules!). A gunmetal-black-red, six-legged, cannon-fitted, single-rider vehicle, the first of its kind! I didn't wanna overcrowd it with more weapons as it is sufficiently lethal as is.Onto the MOC!http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Darksiders/LegoDigitalDesigner/lddscreenshot16.pngOf course, since it's an LDD MOC, the image is deeplinked.Link to the LDD file here.Comments and criticism greatly appreciated.
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Be warned, I made this about a year and a half ago, I've finally been able to take pictures of it. This has been on display at Bricks by the Bay Conventions 2011 and 2012.OK, you've been warned. Onto the pictures!FrontLeftBackRightPose 2Pose 3"You feelin' lucky, punk?" Thanks for looking and please post your thoughts.
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Perched on a barren rock, power circuits running at a relaxed pace, the powerful giant that was Lucas Valor stared beyond the limits of the known galaxy. It was a beautiful sight. Glittering stars of all colors and shades hovered in the unknown, lighting up the silhouettes of uncharted planets. Shifting clouds of purple and green particles decorated the alien systems in a panorama of astrological awe. As one of the Hero Factory's foremost heroes, it was Valor's sole responsibility to patrol these outer fringes and repel any incursions by hostile outsiders. After all, any untold terrors could lurk in the galaxies beyond. Truth be told, though, it was a quiet and undemanding job -- quite a far throw from the adrenaline-packed conflicts of Valor's past. That part of his career had peaked in the deadly battle with Captain Dark Horrendous, and then he had settled into the peaceful rings of the outer systems. He supposed he did miss his old life; the excitement, speed, and honor of knowing you were protecting the innocent citizens of the galaxy from rogues who would have them oppressed and abused. Still, he could do without the death and destruction he had witnessed. Valor's time had come and gone, and he was all too happy to step out of the spotlight. That was the place for new and fresh heroes like Preston Stormer and that experimental rookie, what was his name -- Furno? Whatever the case, Valor had found his place. As his visual receptors scanned the perimeters of the galaxy, however, something odd caught his attention. The Cerrazon system… He refocused his gaze. After a few moments, he saw it once more. Something blazing through space, like a comet but following a far more direct path. He swore he saw it weave through an asteroid field before heading straight for Cerrazon. Frowning, Valor stood to his full height of roughly 4 meters and leapt from his asteroid. His deep-space jetpack flaring into life, the giant hero hurtled towards Cerrazon, the sunlight glinting off of his armor. ~~~~~ Deep inside the Hero Factory of Makuhero City, two very worried figures wandered through massive corridors, walled with cells stacked high upon each other. Each and every one was empty. The robots' steps echoed through the warehouse-like area eerily. "Our containment facility held precisely 12,351,567,449 criminally defective entities," fretted one of the figures, a bulky robot easily identifiable as the prison warden. "You're absolutely certain we had enough heroes to send one out after each one?" "I can assure you that every villain is being hunted down by a hero armed with cuffs and determined programming," replied the squat, pear-shaped mission manager. "I'm not Mr. Zib, so I can't report to you the exact number of heroes, but there's no doubt we had more than enough to cover the breakout. We'll be reeling in villains by the dozen." "I don't share your comforting faith, Zeta," the warden frowned. "Some of these villains are far too powerful for one hero to handle on their own. I was here when that black hole portal opened, I saw the monstrous things escaping, and I couldn't do anything more than dent one's chest armor before they batted me aside like an organic." "Hero Factory heroes, I'll remind you, are the most capable model of robot in existence," Zeta said, though she didn't seem too convinced. "Any individual hero could take out three of the escapees with his arms' motor functions disabled." "What if those three were, say, XPlode, Meltdown, and Drilldozer?" the warden cried. "Each of them has been the death of several heroes, and they're not even the worst criminals that escaped…" ~~~~~ Lucas Valor touched down on Cerrazon 8, the outermost planet in the system. It was a tiny place, only home to one tiny guard outpost crewed by the most basic model of robots. Still, he'd noticed the comet-like object pass near it, and then he'd lost sight of the flaming projectile. Possibly it had impacted the planet. It was a hero's duty to check that no one was hurt. He jogged briskly across the barren rock, towards the imposing fortress of steel. Huge anti-spacecraft cannons stared into the unknown realms.The doors were normally guarded by a heavy platoon of soldiers, but there were none present. That was a bad sign. Valor flashed his hero core at the scanner and dashed through the doors as they slowly slid apart. A terrible visual was revealed. The station was perfectly intact, but cold and dead. Blanketing the ground were the bodies of the soldier drones, emptied of all life and power. The computers and radar screens were deathly black.Valor quickly made his way to the central power generators and found them wide open, their circuits void of any power. Intriguingly, he did notice a shape singed into the machinery, something that looked roughly like a clawed hand. There was a thunderous noise, coupled with the crackle of electricity, from outside the base. Valor rushed to the monitors, remembered they were dry of power, and punched open the wall to stare into the sky. The blazing visitor soared from Cerrazon 8, headed elsewhere in the system. Its glow was more intense by far. Valor readied his ice launcher and energy blade. Giving a regretful nod to the drained drones, he climbed outside and blasted off. The fireball streaked across the Cerrazon system, gaining speed. Valor grimaced and quickened his speed, but so did his quarry. He concentrated so hard on drawing closer that he almost didn't notice when coils of searing plasma hurtled at him from the blazing projectile. Valor just barely dodged, yanking the factory for equipping him with advanced reflexes. So this was certainly no natural phenomenon, though Valor had abandoned that theory a while before. Some malevolent force, possibly an attack drone, was within that furious ball of flame. Something of considerable size; now he could see it was about his size! Suddenly, his audio receptors buzzed with the sound of a transmission emanating from the fireball. A dark voice trailed out of the flames: "Give up, hero, before I reduce you to so many ashes on the wind. Burnt quaza stone smells so terrible." Valor kept a steady course, neck and neck with the flaming entity. "This is Lucas Valor of the Hero Factory, leader of Delta 9 team," he proclaimed. "I order you to halt and surrender yourself for arrest. You have sabotaged a government military base and deactivated dozens of drones, making yourself an enemy of this galaxy." The voice chuckled, and Valor saw a black-armored claw shifting somewhere in the flames. "You cannot compare to my power, and I have yet more to achieve. When I am done here, the galaxy will burn before my onslaught. Now begone, petty hero." A spray of fire issued from the villain. Valor dodged it easily -- only to steer headfirst into his opponent's next attack. Flames caught him full in the face, singing through his armor. Damage reports flared into his cognitive circuitry, and then he was falling… ~~~~~ Lucas Valor awoke sprawled on a tiny rock that passed for Cerrazon 2's moon. He could feel the sun's heat baking the satellite, though his armor protected him from heat damage. The flames that speeding villain had unleashed, however, were another matter. Flicking through the damage reports and scanning them, Valor realized that he had been hit with fire hotter than even the furnace of Hero Factory; it was a miracle he still functioned. Standing to his feet, Valor wasted no time in scanning the planet below for any traces of that monstrous mechanoid. Readings were negative, though as Valor was only searching for a heat signature, the planet itself could be masking it. Still, if his offense was anything to go by, the villain was probably hotter than Cerrazon's sun. Valor glanced up at the sun. Unlike most others, it was just a ball of clear, pristine light, glowing with radiance. When the government established the various colonies here, Cerrazon's natural sun had been dying. But with the brilliant engineering help of Hero Factory, they had constructed an artificial star to take its place, thereby saving the organic inhabitants of Cerrazon 3 and 4 from a mass exodus or frigid death. It was a massive space station, miles across, and spherical in shape. In addition to the light and heat exuded from the fake star, solar panels covering its hull reflected stray starlight from other systems and added to the sun's overall output. Suddenly, a small section of the sun went dark. Valor squinted at it, visor filtering out the glare, to see that several solar panels had been forcefully deactivated - smashed through to reveal a gaping hole into the maintenance corridors.In that moment, Valor realized the villain's plan, and it wasn't a heartening thought. With a sense of direst urgency, he activated his jetpack and rocketed from Cerrazon 2… into the sun. ~~~~~ Armor staving off certain incineration, Valor touched down on the metallic surface of Cerrazon's sun. Quickly, he located the villain's entry point and leapt into the hole, into a vertical shaft descending deep into the solar sphere. Gravity rearranged itself as he entered, and he found himself standing in a corridor that stretched on for several long meters, branching into two passages. His default action was to head left, arbitrarily, but he was dissuaded from that path by the markings on the floor: burn marks placed regularly in a line heading down to the right. They appeared to be the footprints of this burning villain. Ice launcher primed and at the ready, Valor crept down the corridor.As he proceeded, visual receptors filtering out an intensifying glare, he ran through memory records of past villains. It was all too possible this villain might not be native to Valor's galaxy, but he seemed to recognize the hero model and had treated him with some indication of past encounters with Valor's kind. The villain's evident plan was similar to that of a massive, cloud-like entity once defeated by Thelonius Fox, Duece Carter, and Oscar Flint, but this blazing robot was obviously not of the same model as that abomination. Besides that relationship, Valor's memory records were a blank. This was a new observation, but he supposed it was inevitable if he was going to live reclusively in the outer rims. Still, all was not lost if he himself couldn't remember the villain. The factory surely had records on any and all villains and monsters it had brushed with, and he could access those records with a simple transmission. Valor raised a hand to his comms helmet and activated it, requesting service to Hero Factory. None came. There was no reply, not even static. The transmission was as quiet as deep space. Valor grimaced. Hero Factory communications outposts were built for maximum efficiency; the only scenario in which a hero couldn't reach them was in a case of sabotage. Wonderful. So in addition to a military outpost, the comms outposts have been destroyed. Is there some sort of villain field day out here, or could it all be the work of this flaming villain? Suddenly, everything went dark. The circuitry lining the walls ceased its warm glow, and the light of the artificial sun dimmed. Valor could still sense it glowing, but not in this sector. Whichever planets had been basking in the sunlight would shortly be shivering in an unnatural cold. Thankfully, readings indicated this wouldn't be worse than a brisk autumn evening. This wouldn't be a huge catastrophe for most of Cerrazon's planets, Valor knew, but Cerrazon 3 and 4 were a different case. Those planets' proximity to the sun made them a hot spot for life, and healthy populations of organics worked there happily. Naturally, they weren't too close to the sun, so Valor estimated the planets had around eight minutes before they noticed the dimming of the sun. In the meantime, it was his job to track down this villain and apprehend him. Valor had a nasty hunch he knew what the game was now. Quickening his pace, the armored giant rushed down the halls, not bothering to quiet his footsteps. That villain wasn't the type to run, this much he now knew. As Valor turned a corner to the right, he nearly dashed into a wall of fire, his boots skidding to a halt just in time. Beyond the flames, he could see the ebon-armored villain sneering at him, as if challenging him to continue. Valor wasted no time in freezing over the firewall and running forth to stare the villain in the face. He could see now a huge, bulky character armored in colors that reflected his fiery powers, a suit of gunmetal armor highlighted with crimson and orange. Two jetpacks rested on his back. Lava patterns crisscrossed his limbs and face, which was hidden behind an imposing helmet, and flames streamed from the sides of his head. "Recognize me, hero?" sneered the villain, the electricity streaming into a red core on his chest. "You gaze upon the most potent being in this galaxy: the Fire Lord!" Valor's expression was neutral. "First I've heard of you," he shrugged. He leveled his ice launcher at the villain. "Now surrender yourself to justice." "I can't say I feel inclined to do so," said the Fire Lord. His claws rested on what seemed to be a hero tool, but modified severely -- its safety valves had been torn out, its wires rearranged, and an all-around more menacing look. The villain raised this blaster to meet Valor's ice launcher, heat pumping into it and ready to be released. Valor's visual receptors flickered to the right for a moment, and Fire Lord seized his chance to strike, unleashing a barrage of lava to Valor's right. Quickly, the hero darted to the left and blasted three spheres of ice at the burning villain. Each met its mark, and frost covered the Fire Lord for a brief moment - before it evaporated into steam, revealing an unharmed villain. "It will take more than a slight chill to bring me down," Fire Lord chuckled, and coated the floor between them in burning lava. As it began to eat through the metal, the villain laughed darkly and turned to leave. A metallic impact met Fire Lord's audio receptors, and he turned to see Valor standing not three yards from him. Before he could react, the broad shell of his ice launcher had smashed into Fire Lord's helmet, knocking him backwards. Valor whipped out his sword and held it at the villain's chest. After a brief moment, a short burst of fire blasted from Fire Lord's core and knocked Valor's blade aside. As the hero scrambled to retrieve the weapon, Fire Lord readied his own tool; the blaster formed two broad blades of seething lava. Blade met blades, and the two giants dueled, clashing vibrant energy with hardening lava. Although now mostly rock, Fire Lord's weapon still carried a fire within, and as it briefly nicked Valor's shoulder, he observed the acrid smell of singed armor. "Back off, or you burn," Fire Lord hissed. "I don't take orders from rogue power leeches," Valor replied. Fire Lord snarled, bringing his lava blades down in a crushing blow that Valor just barely parried with his ice launcher. The force of the blow shattered the rocky crust, and lava sprayed into the hero's chest and head. His helmet and armor protected his cognitive circuitry and core from harm, but several layers of metal were melted to slag and dripped away. Valor staggered back, shielding himself with his ice launcher while he assessed the damage. "Take that as a warning," Fire Lord growled. Then he was gone, darting down the corridor to deeper inside the sun. Valor patched up the damage and dashed after the villain, his visual receptors narrowed. Now it was personal. Fire Lord would regret the day he first entered the territory of Lucas Valor. He pulled up the schematics of the artificial sun from the databanks afforded to him as the protector of Cerrazon. The interior of the sun was filled with maintenance corridors, rings and rings of them forming hundreds of floors. One central corridor, far wider than the others, spiraled from end to another. In the center of the sun was a massive, spherical chamber hosting the central power core -- that was where Fire Lord would be headed. The giant hero's boots pounded down the metal floors, sensing that the plate was beginning to get warmer as he proceeded. Fire Lord was nearby. He readied his ice launcher, frost gathering in the barrel. Shortly, he came to a fork in the road; Fire Lord had gone left this time. He followed the path until the corridor turned to the right, heading for the central spiral. The heavy footsteps of Fire Lord echoed through the sun. Before rushing headlong around the bend, Valor prepared an attack and crept to the edge of the wall, examining the hallway beyond. Fire Lord was stomping determinedly forwards -- wait -- he stopped, staring intently at something to the right. Valor's visual receptors were picking up only a glare from that side of the corridor. He readjusted his focus to see a large window gazing out onto a massive central chamber. Far below, the core of the sun radiated lazily. Fire Lord stepped forwards, readying his claws to smash through the window, but Valor moved first. A thick coating of ice rose up over the window, and then a barrage of cold blasts struck at Fire Lord. They weren't enough to deal any serious damage, but the villain was kept off-balance for the critical moments in which Valor charged, swinging his blade. Snarling, Fire Lord attempted to swat the weapon away, but Valor swung with all his might and cut deep into the villain's shoulder. There was a satisfying crackle as circuits broke. As Valor flipped away to level both his weapons at Fire Lord, the villain's right arm hung limply at his side. "Before I take you into custody, I must read you your rights," Valor proclaimed. "Files containing the rights of prisoners taken by the Hero Factory are being transmitted to your cognitive circuitry currently." Fire Lord roared in anger and lashed out with his left arm, unleashing a wave of fire. Valor easily sidestepped and replied with a toss of his hero cuffs. The semi-sentient tool darted around Fire Lord, clamping onto his lame wrist easily and making for his second. That second hand suddenly lashed out and seized the cuffs by their chain-links. Fire Lord grinned evilly as electricity crackled from the tool and into his body. "These drain power," Fire Lord chuckled, "and so do I." As the lightning spread to his shoulder, his arm repaired itself impossibly fast. He unclipped the cuffs from his right wrist and tossed them back to Valor. "Here you go - I'm done with them." Valor growled and unleashed another barrage of ice bolts before striking hard and fast at the villain. Fire Lord took the blasts nonchalantly, and before Valor could land his blow, Fire Lord's burning-hot foot had smashed into the hero, knocking him back across the hallway. With one fluid motion, Fire Lord blasted Valor's jetpack into oblivion and simultaneously carved out a section of the window. Swiftly, he stepped through, rocketing downwards on his jetpacks. The next thing he knew, a significant addition in weight was clinging to his foot, wincing as heat singed its circuitry. The two giants spiraled downwards, grappling with each other. "Release… me!" Fire Lord screamed, increasing his body temperature tenfold. Damage reports shrieking in his head, Valor clung on with all the determination his surname implied. Fire Lord glanced downwards. The core of the sun was approaching quickly, a burning sphere of light ringed by a maintenance catwalk. The power-draining villain gauged the possibility of landing there with Valor's weight dragging him below, dismissed the odds, and took the risk. There was a mighty impact as both slammed into the metal floor of the catwalk. Valor's grip slipped briefly, and Fire Lord seized his chance: a mighty heave toppled Valor from the catwalk, knocking him into the abyss below, his jetpack sparking uselessly. Valor hurtled end over end into the darkness. As he fell, he heard clearly the electric crackle of Fire Lord plugging his claws into the sun's core, and then a torrent of energy began to flow… Quickly, the giant hero twisted around and unleashed a steady stream of ice, forming a ramp from the catwalk to the wall below him. He landed somewhat gracefully, cracking the ramp in too many places, and dashed desperately across its length, headed for the catwalk. His ice launcher could repair the ramp in front of him, but the ice shattered menacingly behind him with each step. Fire Lord hardly noticed Valor's approach, so focused was he on sucking the sun dry. Valor could barely see the villain within the glowing aura of pure energy that surrounded him, crackling into his core. Now Fire Lord shone brighter than the core he feasted on. Valor leapt from his crumbling ice bridge onto the catwalk and blasted ice at the villain's claw, but it turned to useless steam far before reaching the connection. Racking his cognitive circuitry for any solution, Valor watched helplessly as the light of the sun dimmed and dimmed…. The ebon armor of the villain was changing its color with the sheer power of the sun's energy. It glowed and transmuted to purest silver and gold, crowned with accents of white. With a long, contented sigh, Fire Lord drew the last of the sunlight into himself, its glow disappearing into his sockets and circuitry. Everything went dark. "Yes," Fire Lord breathed, hardly believing the moment. "Yes! I am as a star, imbued with the energy of a sun! The galaxy shall beg for my mercy! No longer am I a lord of simple fire -- now I am the Sun Lord!" Valor began to lift his ice launcher, but fire had overwhelmed him before he could even pull the trigger - fire so hot that it lacked color of any shade. It was purest white, blazing hot, and blindingly powerful. Valor could feel his armor melting away by the second. Worse, within ten minutes, the planets of Cerrazon would each see the darkness approach, frigid death within it. Then the fires were gone; the newly-crowned "Sun Lord" had deemed Valor a waste of his energy, it seemed. With a triumphant yell, the titan hurtled into the air on the massive streams of fire emanating from his jetpacks, his new armor gleaming in the flames' light. A mob of sun drones appeared from various entrance hatches, blazing through the air on high-power jetpacks. Rudimentary weapons were clutched in their hands, but their assault was futile. The "Sun Lord" barely registered as their blasts struck his form, so absorbed was he in a proclamation of his glory. "Yes!" he cried again. "I shall blaze my name across the planets I conquer! Begone, useless mortals - my march of destruction begins now!" With that, he unleashed a wave of fire upon the drones. Built to withstand such blows, they were not destroyed, but many were knocked to the ground by the sheer force of the blow. Valor himself was watching anxiously, running dozens of possible solutions through his cognitive circuitry and rebuking each one. If only there were some way to reverse his energy. Or better yet, turn back time! Ha! he muttered to himself before recovering his attitude. Come on, come on… a hero can never give up! There must be some way! Pride comes before a fall, after all… a fall! Perhaps an ordinary drone's blasts, or even a hero's bolts of ice, might not make a dent on this "Sun Lord" - but Valor was willing to bet he wasn't impervious to sharp objects. With every volt of his circuitry focused on his aim and position, Valor zeroed in his targeting gaze on the hovering villain, cranking his arm back… and snapping it forward, sending his plain metal blade hurtling through the air at the "Sun Lord." He watched with his cognitive circuitry pounding as the blade turned over and over on its end… and ultimately sliced directly through the beams connecting the villain's jetpacks to his body with a satisfying chunk. Abruptly, the almighty "Sun Lord" toppled from his aerial perch and hurtled through the ground towards the catwalk. Not gifted with the same reflexes or grace as Lucas Valor, the flailing villain smashed directly through the thin sheets of metal and continued to fall. Valor dashed over to the crumpled hole in the catwalk to watch as the self-proclaimed "Sun Lord" dropped through the air, arms reaching out frantically to any possible platform as he fell. Secretly, the hero was hoping to hear his opponent let out a scream, but the "Sun Lord" didn't grant him that pleasure before finally striking the bottom of the core chamber with an appropriately grand craaaaash. Checking the time, it seemed that only three minutes had passed since the "Sun Lord" has risen and shut down the sun. Five minutes before Cerrazon 3 and 4 would even notice the problem, it had been solved.The hero gestured to the sun worker drones, beckoning for them to follow. As smoothly as a monkey, Valor swung himself off the catwalk's railing and onto the wall, shimmying down it until he could grab onto an entrance hatch, and subsequently leapt from hatch to hatch to descend. After a few moments of gymnastics, he set foot on the floor lightly and gently. Valor readied his ice launcher, though he didn't think he'd need it, as he stepped towards the smoking crater in the floor. Though the metal here was significantly thicker than a catwalk, several layers of it had still bent before the "Sun Lord's" velocity, and from the look of it, he'd gone down another twelve feet or so before finally grinding to a halt. A low groan escaped the gaping dent in the ground. Valor stepped to the edge of the crater and glanced down to see the "Sun Lord" sprawled in pain, most of his limbs bent at unfortunate angles and countless loose wires escaping the varied dents and holes torn in his gleaming white armor. Power was slowly trickling out of several such wires, and Valor could see the villain's hue darkening steadily. The sun drones - seven of them, Valor now counted - descended on their jetpacks in a circle around the crater, glancing awkwardly at the pitiful sight. The chief, so evidenced by his larger and more stylized build, gingerly tapped Valor on the shoulder. "Yes, sir?" the giant hero asked, grinning slightly. "How are we to restore power to the sun?" the chief asked, his visual receptors wide with worry. "Well, that's where we all have to help," Valor smiled. "Let's drag this obscenely big power-hog back up to the core and plug him in." After several minutes of strenuous weight-lifting, Valor and the drones had deposited him on the unharmed pieces of the catwalk, next to the sun's core. Uneasily clutching the still groaning villain's wires, the sun drones quickly and efficiently hooked up the villain formerly known as "Sun Lord" to the core. The chief and Valor had managed to pry off Fire Lord's core and access his central power distribution board, and the chief's finger rested apprehensively on the all-important switch. "Ready?" Valor asked. The drones nodded. "Then reverse the power!" At a simple flick of the chief's finger, electricity surged out of Fire Lord, whose moaning intensified as his newfound power flooded out of his body and back into its rightful place. A steady glow escaped the core as it awoke and began to run its systems once more. Valor checked the time. Just about two minutes to go before Cerrazon 3 and 4 endured about three minutes of total blackout. Thankfully he'd been able to send an alert to those planets and warn their populations about the mostly harmless solar fluctuation, so he wouldn't have to worry about any panic and chaos. Fire Lord was twitching on the ground, barely enough electricity left in him to operate his cognitive circuitry. Valor sighed, shaking his head, at the useless arrogance of the villain, and lazily cuffed him. "We've got a long walk ahead of us before we can exit this sun station," Valor grunted. "I'd suggest you read over your rights as we go. It'll relieve the boredom." THE END
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This is like the greatest thing since BIONICLE! Who else likes it? What sets do you guys have? Just wondering? I have about all of them except some 2011 villains and most of the 2010 villains. The Furno Bike is an amazing set in my opinion by the way!
