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This is a pilot story. I want to make longer story later, but I want to make short version first, to see your reactions and suggestions. Sorry for grammar mistakes, I write stories only in czech, which I am really good in, but I don't know, if english will end so well... Setup: My story extends from moment when Vakama have created Kanohi Vahi - Mask of time. It shows, what could happen then. Vakama's Time Wave of protodermis hit the ship. "So what is your plan?" screamed Whenua on Vakama "Plan? Who needs plan?" replied Vakama "I hope you know what are you doing!" said Nuju. Me too, thought Vakama. Ship finally reached Teridax's island. "Stay here!" said Vakama. "No way!" said Whenua immediately, "We go with you!" "Who will save matorans then?" argued Vakama. "Vakama is right," Nuju said, "we don't have much time!" Vakama jumped out of ship. He used his Huna to become invisible and ran to the center of island. There was a large column of shadow, caused by Makuta. When he came, he hid behind a large stone and saw Teridax's back. "I was waiting for you Vakama" he said with darkness in his voice, "but I wasn't sure if you come. Unfortunatly, you are the one who holds the great mask of time." Vakama looked on Vahi in his left hand. He loaded his kanoka launcher. "Do you think that one silly Kanoka disc can end this all?" laughted Teridax. He flew high and landed behind Vakama's back. "I know what do you think of right now Vakama," said Teridax, "Huna was always my favorite mask. Do you know why? Some thought that Huna will hide them from my sight. Huna however don't hide your shadow. And I am the master of shadows!" he started to laugh. Vakama took Vahi and put it on. Vakama ran to center of the island. He saw shadow of first Vakama behind stone. I wasn't sure if you come, he heard in distance. He hid behind another stone. When Teridax landed next to first Vakama, he took a little stone and throwed him in distance. "You brought your friends!" laughed Teridax, "how sweet!" Both Vakama's put on their Vahi's. When first Vakama jumped of ship, third Vakama activated Huna and quietly hopped on. He get back to Metru with other Toa, without being seen. He get to his workshop and created what he tried only few times, before he became mask maker - a sword. He used his elemental powers to make it more powerful and put it into lava. He made his first sword. Most powerful in whole Metru. He took his Vahi and put it on. Vakama used Huna and jumped on ship. "So what is your plan?" screamed Whenua. "Plan? Who needs plan?" replied first Vakama. When he was jumping of ship, he nearly hit third Vakama, but he avoided him. He ran to center of the island. He was running 50 metres behind second Vakama. When both Vakama's disappeared, Teridax was very confused. Even darkness column was weaker than before. He came to Teridax's back preparing his elemental sword, but suddenly he turned and shouted: "Here you are! You cannot escape me now!" Teridax grabed Vakama's shoulders with his red eyes turning into darkest black. Black fog came out of his mouth. Another Vakama has appeared right behind Teridax with sword prepared. He stabbed his sword right between Teridax's wings. "AAAAAH!!!" screamed Teridax. Magma was flowing from place where sword penetrated Teridax's skin. It came out even from his eyes. Dark column in center of island has disappeared. "Thank you," said Vakama, which nearly died. "You welcome," said Vakama, which killed Teridax, "I bet you know what you have to do now." Vakama nodded and put his Vahi on. The End I hope it was at least little bit mind freaking and you didn't get lost in this story, because at some point it started to be confusing even for myself! Share your thoughts and please, tell me if it was interesting for you or if it was boring. Note: I know it created paradox on end, because if Vakama was killed, how could he travel in time to save himself? I'll explain that in another story.
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What happened to the Ignika and Vahi? The Ignika now harbours Mata Nui's spirt and went where exactly? Into hiding? What would it wait for? Could it stop Velika? Why does Mata Nui want to sleep again, he was asleep for 1000 years?! What happened to the Vahi? Where is Vopoark? What does he want to do with the mask of time? Could he be the missing link? Could he complete the Vahi? Why did he not go to the Dark Hunters with it? What is he going to do? We will probably never know the answers. -
An author's note before we get started: this fic is a sequel of sorts to "Fractures", the first story I ever put on BZP. (Give or take a "human on Mata Nui" one circa 2004. I was twelve.) You can read this without having read "Fractures", but it probably works a little better if you have. --------------------------------- This was, by his count, the seventy-seventh day of peace. It was some two hundred since Makuta had fallen, but he would leave that as a reference for the historians. The Great Spirit’s departure had marked nothing more than the day they stepped foot upon a new world; it had not stopped the coming of Marendar, nor the fall of the Mahri. It had solved no murders, found no missing Toa, uncovered no secrets. All it had done for Toa Onua was give him a world of trouble - quite literally. So it was natural that when peace arrived, he didn’t notice at first. True, there had been no great crises one particular day; nobody had come seeking help fighting back a pack of Skrall, no Agori had asked for aid in treating with the Bota Magnans. But there had been small problems – a minor collapse at the city mine, a crack in Nuparu’s prosthetic, a lost bag of widgets. And then the next day was quiet, and the next, and the next. He had waited, as he had learned to do, for the hammer to fall. It took him fully thirty days before he realized what was happening. But that was what they had now. Peace. “Tell me, brother. Have we forgotten something?” Lewa looked up from the bowl – Thornax stew, wildly popular with the Le-Matoran these days, much to the Agori’s confusion – and raised a brow. “You’re not getting into one of your deep-thought moods, are you, Onua? Because I’m really, really hungry-“ Onua sighed; it was the best way to hide a smile, he’d found. “Not tonight, Lewa. I simply mean – is there some responsibility we have forgotten? Some danger we’re not noticing?” “No,” Lewa said promptly, and downed half the bowl. “I don’t know how you can eat like that.” “Well, first you lift the bowl to your mouth-“ Onua sighed again and plucked a Bula from another bowl on the table. Without thinking, he curled his fingers around it and let the energy from the fruit flow into him. “Would that Mata Nui had given us all such resistance to culture shock.” “Oh, it’s not so bad,” the other Toa said, returning his now-empty bowl to the table. “You just have to listen to the Agori and figure out what works and what doesn’t. I survived learning tree-speak from the Le-Matoran; I can make do with a yummier way of eating.” To the best of Onua’s knowledge, ‘yummy’ hadn’t even been a word before Spherus Magna. He placed the now-fallow fruit in a third bowl and leaned back in his chair. “To return to the topic at hand – I just can’t shake the feeling that there’s something vital I’ve forgotten. Something we’ve all forgotten.” Lewa shrugged and looked away. “It’s peace-time getting to your head, brother. You need a hobby. You should come quick-racing with me-“ “No.” “Berix’s fixed up the land-rambler, it’s perfectly safe now-“ “No.” “Suit yourself.” For a while, neither said anything, and silence filled the little hut. Onua’s home was at the outskirts of Onu-Atero, far from the bustle of the city and close as could be to the road out to the mines, and when the sky was still and the moon was shining as it was tonight, one could feel as though the world had stopped outside the hut’s four walls. In time, Onua shook his head. “Perhaps you’re right. I admit, I’m not sure what to do with myself some days. I’m afraid I’d gotten rather used to dealing with crises.” “Well, someone had to,” Lewa said teasingly. “I still owe you one for the Krana, and another for pulling me out of that jungle-tribe.” “And the infected mask?” The other Toa grinned. “I’ve already paid you back for that one.” Onua raised a brow and waited for him to go on, but when Lewa felt like playing coy, his smile could stand up to a horde of raging Kikanalo. They passed the rest of the evening with those brittle, squarish, thin things the Agori were so fond of. “Cards, Onua. They’re called ‘cards’.” “Since when were you the one teaching me vocabulary?” “Teaching you what now?” He was somewhere else. I’m dreaming, he thought, and knew it was true. It was dark around him, but not the dark of the unfamiliar land he couldn’t quite call home yet. This was somewhere he knew, somewhere he had been, once- Someone called his name. When he woke, he remembered nothing. On the eighty-eighth night, he found himself stargazing. The old tree he was sitting beneath was plain to the point of being a good candidate for illustrating an Agori’s children’s book, but it had become something of a favorite spot of his. “What’s eating you, pops?” …And of hers. He looked over his shoulder to see Kiina leaning around the other side of the tree, eyebrows raised. “Nothing,” he replied. “Ah, don’t give me that. You know you’re a terrible liar?” “Since when?” “Since now.” The Glatorian turned away. “Don’t start messing with these little chats of ours, hey? I was starting to get fond of them.” He smiled and turned back to the sky. “As am I.” Kiina said nothing more for a few minutes; Onua could tell she was waiting for him to break the silence. And when he didn’t- “Seriously, though. You’ve been acting weird the past couple weeks.” “Have I?” “M-hm. Used to be I’d hardly see you around during the day- you were always out dealing with some kinda crisis. Now I see you helping little old Agori cross the street, or giving some Matoran a hand selling shiny rocks.” “Is there something wrong with that?” “Nah. But if I didn’t know better, I might say you’re getting bored.” He shook his head. “My duties as a Toa are many things, but it will never bore me to help my people.” “You don’t need to be coy, earth-head. I know what it’s like to go from adventure to everyday, remember?” “Kiina,” he said, his voice a bit sharper than intended, “I do not help my people for some – thrill.” “See, this is what I’m talking about. You’re being touchy. You’re never touchy.” “It’s not a joking matter.” “Hey.” She leaned around the tree again. “You wanna take a deep breath or ten? I’m just saying what I see – and what I see looks a lot like me a few months ago. And I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Lewa’s worried about you, and I’d bet the rest of your team is too - they just don’t get a chance to talk my ear off like he does.” He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “…My apologies. It’s true that lately I’ve had a sense of – unease.” “Care to be maybe slightly not-vague?” “I would if I could.” “Fine. You sure it’s not just everyday life catching up to you?” “Lewa asked me the same thing, but - no.” He paused. “I don’t know.” He heard her sigh behind him. “Listen, pops. The people here are already safe thanks to you lot. You need to calm down.” “That’s not one I hear often.” Another sigh. “Look, maybe ‘bored’ was the wrong word. But you’re not used to this – danger’s gone, but you’re still here. I know you weren’t in it for the excitement, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna take the change easily.” He smiled again. “When did you start giving advice to me?” “’Bout the time you started needing it. What I’m saying is, you don’t gotta be the hero all the time. The Matoran aren’t the only ones who get to enjoy peace, y’know? Don’t wear yourself out looking for trouble that isn’t there.” He blinked a few times and looked up. The moon was hardly a sliver in the sky tonight. “I’ll try,” he finally said. “Better than nothing,” she muttered. Silence fell between them once more. He was a better liar than she thought. On the ninety-ninth night, he stayed at Lewa’s. “Stayed” was perhaps too simple a term – he was trapped at Lewa’s, maybe. Fenced in. Left without choice for a few different reasons. The first was practical – it was well past moonrise, and his home was on the other end of the city. The second was also practical, in the sense that not ignoring an erupting volcano is practical; Lewa was two bottles deep into Kiina’s stash of “Agori moonshine”, and the next time Onua saw her, he was going to have some very choice words. For now, though- “The night’s still young, brother,” sang Lewa, apparently unaware of the fact he was entagled in that absurd hammock he’d set up in the living room. “Not young enough to go out in that pile of scraps, Lewa. And you’re in no state to do anything.” “Don’t be like that,” the other Toa said, his head now poking through the bottom of the ropes. “You never let yourself have any fun, Onua-“ “Tonight was plenty of fun before she stopped by- nevermind that she didn’t even have the grace to stay-“ “You deserve to let loose once in a while! You’ve saved us all… how many times, now?” There was a thud as gravity transferred Lewa from hammock to floor. Onua sighed and looked down at his friend; getting him to his bed was a losing proposition. Maybe he could get him back up onto the hammock, at least- “How many times, Onua…?” Blanket and floor, then. “I don’t count, Lewa.” “If I was you, I’d count. I do count. I’ve only got one time under my belt, you-“ Lewa’s hand lifted from the ground and pointed itself at Onua like a rather confused snake – “you’ve got plenty. See, you’re doing one right now.” Onua couldn’t help but smile a bit. “I don’t think bringing a blanket over counts as ‘saving’ you, Lewa. It counts as being a good friend.” Lewa made a small and slightly rude noise. “Stick in the mud.” “So tell me,” Onua said, as he dropped the blanket over the other Toa, “what is that one time?” “’S nothing,” the Toa of Air said, his voice slightly muffled by his inability to move his head out from under the sheet. “You wouldn’t remember anyway.” Onua paused. “What wouldn’t I remember?” There was the distant night-cooing of the Gukko. “Lewa?” But the other Toa was fast asleep. Someone was yelling for him. Someone he knew. He was running, running, running, but nothing was moving – I’m dreaming, he thought again, And it was true, for now. He had never heard Lewa cry before. It was a quiet sound, short and sharp and trying altogether too hard to not be noticed, but in an instant it cut through his dream and deposited him back on top of the hammock. There was a second of confusion, and then he was on the floor and at the other Toa’s side; his brother had kicked away the blanket and wrapped his arms around himself, but his eyes were still dim, locked in a world only he could see. Onua called his name again and again, shook him, pounded the ground, and there was no response until, very suddenly, there was. “Alive!” the other Toa shouted. “Onua’s not dead, he’s alive, that never happened-“ And there they were – the Toa of Earth and the Toa of Air, his eyes worried, his eyes wild, and the Gukko had stopped cooing. “What have you done, Lewa?” His brother’s explanation made little sense – but given the events in question were entirely impossible, that could be forgiven. Onua stopped him more than once with questions – how had Tren Krom gotten his hands on the Vahi? How had Lewa found him? Had Tren Krom taken control of the Vahi at the end, or had the Vahi itself come alive? How many of these other timelines had Lewa seen? Why Vezon, of all people? When his brother finished his tale, they sat in silence a while. The Toa of Air’s voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “Not often - I don’t have these dreams often. But they’re there – pieces of me I thought I left behind when I banished Tren Krom back to where – when – he belonged. I used them to fight him, and now they won’t go.” Onua had long since rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder; he squeezed it once, an old reassurance. “Just dreams, Lewa. That’s all they are.” “Are they, brother?” Lewa’s eyes flicked away for a moment. “They happened – they’re real. I lived those lives. I just – I forget, sometimes. Because remembering feels like this.” Onua paused, then buried the thought that had come to mind. “What do you need me to do, Lewa?” Lewa opened his mouth for a moment, closed it, shook his head. They stayed like that for a long, long time. Somehow, the sun didn’t seem to get around to rising until they opened their eyes again. Onua’s heart was in the right place, but his style of investigation was… perhaps a little too deliberate. He managed to corner all six of the Turaga, only to ask them the same questions: did they know about the side effects the Vahi could have? Did they know where it was now? Did they know how to find it? How to use it – maybe even how to cure someone with it? All he got for his efforts was a name – “Voporak” – and a conversation with the Order made it clear that nobody knew where the Dark Hunter had gone. It took him three days, a dozen Toa, and some very confused Glatorian to find another lead - of sorts. Onua found the sand-colored, scarred Agori sitting in a Po-Atero bar; he was less than cooperative at first, but at the word ‘Vahi’ his hand tightened around his glass. “So that thing’s still around?” “You know it?” “Knew of it. A long, long time ago, when it was just a few schematics up on the wall of an old acquaintance.” “Who was it? Where are they now?” The Agori laughed bitterly. “Listen, Toa. If I knew where the Great Beings were, you think I’d be going town to town storytelling for a living?” “Then tell me what you do know.” The Agori – his name was Vatomu, by the way – took a sip of his drink and pretended to think. “Got a map?” Onua did. “There,” Vatomu said, and circled a certain mountain with a flourish. “Bottom of the east-most bluff, look for a false wall. You’ll find an old laboratory there. Or what’s left of it.” “How do you know this?” “Because I was the last person to visit it. Twenty years ago. Let me say ahead ‘a time: sorry about the mess.” Onua took the map and folded it carefully before placing it in the old rucksack on his back. “Thank you.” “You won’t find anything,” the Agori replied, bemused. “And even if you did, I’d stay far, far away from it.” The Toa didn’t bother to reply; he simply turned and left the bar. Vatomu stared into space for a little while, then finished his drink and did the same. The Agori spoke truthfully; Onua found little in that dusty, metal chamber far beneath the earth. Strange machines and gaping screens criss-crossed the room, but they slept beneath a fine layer of ash and dust. When the Toa’s foot kicked against the fallen head of a hammer it clattered across the floor, sounding for all the world like a confused Bohrok. Three hours’ searching turned up nothing, of course – it was the final ten seconds, as he made for the door, that granted a hint. One extra set of footprints, running along the wall, lead the way to an emptied safe. When he returned to the surface, it was with a renewed sense of purpose. Someone else had been there recently, and the footprints were too large to be an Agori’s. Voporak, perhaps? (They were, by the way.) The sun was on its way out for the day, and so the Toa made camp in the shadow of the bluff. He would return to New Atero and redouble his investigation in the morning. He could see, this time. Onu-Koro. I know these mines. Half a kio in that direction is the village, a third in the other is shaft #4- Onua! He turned and sped off down the tunnel. Someone was yelling for him. Someone needed his help. Someone- When he awoke the next morning, all thoughts of Voporak had vanished. Because he thought he understood. Lewa looked better than the last time they had spoken, which wasn’t a difficult task. The two of them were back at Onua’s home, and the Toa of Air was silent as his brother laid out his theory. “When the Vahi was going mad, you saw hundreds of different timelines, different worlds – different Lewas. In the end, you returned here, and used your link to them to drive out Tren Krom and repair the Vahi. But if you used your connection with them – why couldn’t they use their connection with you?” The Toa of Air frowned. “You think – there’s another-me out there, trying to talk to me?” Onua shook his head. “No. I think he’s trying to talk to me. You aren’t the only one who’s had strange dreams lately.” “That doesn’t make sense. You never used the Vahi, you’re not completely off your rocker like Vezon, never got to spend time as Tren Krom the Big and Nasty. Why are you getting mind-messages?” “I can’t say for sure. But the Vahi is an incredibly powerful mask. It doesn’t seem impossible that someone using it as a conduit could contact me, wouldn’t you agree?” “But why you?” Onua hesitated. “In my dreams, I can hear a voice calling my name. They’re desperate, scared– “ “Oh.” Lewa’s mouth tightened into a bitter smile. “I don’t rely on you that much, do I?” “In any event, I’ve sent a request to the Order – asking them for an Olmak.” “You want to go dimension-hopping?” “If this other you out there needs help, that would be the only way to reach him.” Lewa nodded slowly, but didn’t bother to hide the doubt in his eyes. “You’re right, but – something about this feels off to me, Onua.” Ordinarily, Onua would have agreed. But nothing about this whole affair was ordinary, after all. They were dealing with the Mask of Time, and parallel worlds, and all that sort of mess, and wouldn’t it be better to get it sorted out now? That was what he told himself, and what he told Lewa, and in time the other Toa relented, because snide asides aside, he did rely on Onua. Even if once in a while he wished he didn’t need to. And with that the matter was settled – in the morning they would discuss the matter of the Olmak with Johmak, consult with someone about proper use, and set off on a grand adventure to save Lewa number 3,964 from whatever plight he might be in. Onua had no dreams that night, but just before the moon began to set, he awoke all the same. And when he does, he realizes very quickly that he has made some terrible mistake. A few things tip him off to that fact: the first, that there is ‘silence’ and then there is ‘nothing’, and this is the latter. He goes to the window and looks out at the unmoving desert and the moons shining down, and it takes him a little while, but eventually his brain reaches a very simple question: why are there two moons? The second hint is that Lewa is no longer breathing. It’s quite a scene; the Toa of Earth shakes his friend, yells his name (pleads, really), splits open Lewa's armor and searches frantically for the heartlight. The horrid, sharp chill that has been snaking up inside him vanishes when he sees it is not extinguished, and he lets out a sigh of relief. And then he blinks in confusion - the heartlight is glowing, true, but it is not pulsing. All it does is look back at him, unwavering, apparently unconcerned that it’s breaking the laws of Toa physiology. For a moment, the Toa of Earth pulls back from his friend, puts his hand to his face, tries to figure out what has gone wrong – and that’s when he glances out the other window, and the bird frozen in half-flap outside spells out the answer for him. For a time (as much as that phrase means anything), Onua is at a loss for what to do. The answer, of course, is to step outside, to investigate this world caught between the ticks of a second, but his brain doesn’t quite allow him to do that. Doing that means abandoning Lewa, and wasn’t helping him the whole reason he got caught up in this mess? Of course it was, he tells himself. It takes a little push to get him moving – a glint of light on the horizon, movement where none should be. The Toa looks from the window to his sleeping (for some definition of ‘sleeping’) brother, hesitates, leans down. “I’ll be back soon,” he says, pointedly ignoring the fact it’s impossible in several different ways for Lewa to hear him. “I promise.” There’s one last worried look, and then the Toa of Earth leaves his home. He has always been the slowest of his brothers, but when it comes to persistence he has no equal, and so when he takes off running towards that ever-so-tantalizing horizon he does not ever slow or stop. It takes him precisely twenty minutes and three seconds to reach it. When he gets there, he stops dead and just – stares at it for a few seconds. Which is an understandable reaction – there’s an island in the middle of the desert, after all. That sort of thing isn’t in the rulebook, and the fact that the line between desert sand and clayish, soft earth is sharp enough to cut yourself on doesn’t help matters. To his credit, only now does he stop and ask himself if he’s dreaming. The answer is a resounding ‘no’, this time. He takes a step onto this other earth, and is surprised to find it familiar. (He has never been here, of course.) He takes another step, and then another, and then he’s off running again. The unease biting into his chest only grows as he traverses this new land; each outcropping, each glow of stone in the moonlight is at once utterly familiar and completely alien. He tries to piece things together as he goes – is this another timeline? Has someone put the Vahi to ill use? Is this where he’s been looking for – where that voice in his dreams is coming from? (The answers to his questions, not that he’ll know for sure for another thirty minutes and seventeen seconds, are “yes,” “not exactly,” and “in a sense.”) He climbs up a rock, turns the corner, and freezes. A torchlight is burning in the darkness, and sitting beneath it is a Matoran. No, not a Matoran. Matoran weren’t this – spikey, they didn’t have those strange mechanisms on their chests. It’s clearly not a Matoran. So why did he think it was? The not-Matoran looks up in his direction – and then looks back down. Onua blinks, and takes a hesitant step forward, into the light. “Excuse me,” he calls out. Ever so polite. No response. Onua clears his throat. Still nothing. He takes another step, ready to reach out – and stops, due to a slightly more pressing concern. His shadow has apparently decided to stay back on Spherus Magna. Onua rests a hand on the not-Matoran’s shoulder all the same and gets no response. He’s a guard, that much is clear, and if he’s not reacting to someone touching him, the only (ir-)rational reason would be that from his point of view, he isn’t being touched at all. Behind him is the mouth of a tunnel boring down into the earth, and Onua can see the glint of lightstones within. For all the world, it looks like Onu-Koro. Onua gives the guard one last look, then walks past him, down into this other place. He passes a few more of the still-not-Matoran shuffling through the passageway, tablets and tools in hand. One pair is deep in conversation, and he draws close enough to hear: “-number four. Master Onua’s helping with the final excavation.” “Truly? Can he afford to put his quest aside?” “I asked him the same thing.” The shorter not-Matoran drops his voice an octave. “’My quest only has meaning because of you all. I would be a failure as a Toa if I were to turn away from where I could do good simply to chase after my own glories.’” “He actually said that?” “He did – we’re lucky to have him –“ “No, I mean, he actually said that many words…?” Onua stops, and the pair go chattering away down the tunnel. His head has begun to ache and throb – in part, probably, because he has realized he does not speak the language of the Protectors, and yet he understands them perfectly. (This thought occupies his mind enough that he entirely misses the fact he has begun calling them ‘Protectors’.) But he understands now, he thinks. If ‘Master Onua’ is here, then a ‘Master Lewa’ must be as well. There must be some danger at hand – something deadly enough that this Lewa’s cry for help went beyond this world’s Onua and reached him. Four, they said something about a ‘four’. The Toa takes one last breath, then shakes his head and plunges into the tunnel twilight once more. Mine shaft number four is incomplete. That much he can surmise from the moment he steps inside – parallel universe or not, he knows mining, and the half-laid tracks and scattered tools tell him it will be another few months before any real industry comes from this place. There’s hardly a soul around; they must be preparing for a controlled demolition, he thinks, drawing the right conclusion without noticing he has no concrete evidence for that theory. His gaze shoots from point to point as he enters the room, searching for any sign of that familiar green armor. “Are you ready, Ahau?” The voice comes rumbling down the shaft, and though it’s a little smoother, a little slower, Onua knows it as his own. Hesitantly, he steps to the edge of platform and looks up; far above him, he can make out the shape of a Toa, massive and dark. “Almost, Master Onua!” Another voice, from below, and Onua peers down to see a Protector, chipper and skinny, leaning out and waving back up. The Toa blinks. Something’s wrong. The Protector has Lewa’s voice. Or, no, that’s not it, he realizes. He turns slowly – or it feels that way – (funny how time seems to speed up and slow down at the worst moments, isn’t it?) – opens his mouth, roars up to the other Onua. “STOP!” The other Onua does not stop. He raises his drill and drives it through the wall before him, not that our Onua can see this. All our Onua sees is the fault line splitting. All our Onua feels is the rumbling of a cave-in. And all our Onua hears is the panicked voice of Ahau shouting that “Something’s wrong, Master Onua! It’s collapsing down here – help –“ A slab of rock finishes his sentence for him, and then all our Onua hears is his own roar of horror and anger, doubled a thousand times over. “Well, have you figured it out yet?” I ask him. He turns – spins on the spot, actually, not very like him at all – and falls over himself in the process. For a few moments all he can do is stare back up at me. I’ll give him credit – he doesn’t seem to mind at all that the world has dropped away from us entirely, and that we’re now standing where we shouldn’t be able to stand (on account of there being, well, nothing to stand on.) He finds his voice in precisely two point six seconds. “Voporak?” “Half-right,” I say. “He’s the body in this case.” Point eight seconds. “Then you’re-“ “Vahi’s the name they usually use, isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to be having met you.” He looks at my (Voporak’s) outstretched hand, and I giggle a bit. “Sorry. Tenses are so much fun. I don’t know how you people live with them.” Anger comes flooding into his eyes. “You – what have you done?” “You say that a lot, don’t you?” I sigh theatrically – a bit of Tren, a bit of Lewa – and shrug. “I’ve done very little. Just my normal function, really: a bit of timestream-patching here and there. It’s you Toa that seem to feel the need to go mucking about with them. It’s quite tiring.” The Toa opens his mouth, closes it, put a hand to his head, takes a few deep breaths. “Tell me what is going on.” “What, no guesses? Very blunt of you, Toa Onua. Almost boring. If Lewa were here, I’m sure he’d be running his mouth at a thousand words a minute.” I pause and think that over. “Come to think of it, that could get very busy between the two of us.” “Vahi!” he yells. Ooh – bit of rumbling when he does that. It’s one thing to observe, quite another to see in person. “Explain. Now.” “Very demanding, to boot. I might think you forget your place.” I tsk lightly – that one’s an old favorite of my designer – and wave a hand. We’re back outside the mineshaft, and the sky above us is beginning to split with the first vestiges of dawn. Quite literally. He looks out over the horizon, at the sharp divide between the pink of Okoto’s sky and the midnight blue of Spherus Magna’s, and shakes his head. “Madness.” “It’s really no worse than what Lewa went through, you know. Better, I’d say. This is just two timelines bunched together, not a dozen. I’ve even been nice enough to pause one of them for you, relatively speaking.” “Then – it’s happening again? Time is breaking down? Has Tren Krom returned – is that what’s caused all this?” “No, no, and no,” I say. “Please, Onua. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? That… brute’s work was an oversight on my part. I’ve decided to take a much more hands-on role from now on, even if this whole consciousness thing takes some getting used to. Still, no need to worry about anything falling apart while I’m here.” “Then what would you call this?” “A controlled demolition.” The side of his face twitches beneath the Pakari, and I smile a bit. “I’m sorry. That’s a sensitive term right now, isn’t it? And it’ll likely stay that way for the foreseeable future. Or maybe it has been for a while?” Behind us, there are hushed whispers coming from the mine, and the sound of an Elemental Master walking too slowly. Carrying something. “Would you like to see him?” I ask. “I think you’ve put most of it together by now, but maybe you won’t really appreciate what the good Master is going through unless you see it firsthand.” “I’ve seen enough,” the Toa replies, his voice sharp – but there’s a weariness beneath it, the one Lewa was always so good at spotting. I tsk again. “Then do explain things. Put them in order for me. I’m afraid that was never a strong suit of mine.” He turns and shoots me a glare. Very impressive. Kopaka was always the one with the reputation, but if you go and take a look over the long run – and I certainly have – I think you’d find that it was Onua who nailed the stink-eye. “It wasn’t Lewa calling me,” he says. “The voice in my dreams was that – Protector’s. He’s the one who dies today. But I don’t know him – I don’t see how he would be connected enough to me to reach across time like this, to call me here.” “So if he didn’t, who did?” He looks back at the tunnel. “I did.” I know he’s going to punch me when I start clapping, but I just can’t stop myself. I push myself back onto Voporak’s face as I get up from the ground and nod approvingly. “That wasn’t all Pakari, was it? Taking up exercise in your downtime, very nice. Got to stay in tip-top shape, after all.” “Why did you bring me here?” Crick-crack. Voporak could use a little more durability on the jaw front. “I thought I said earlier? I’ve got very little to do with this. It just sort of happened.” He closes his eyes. “…Lewa’s dreams. He had a sort of connection with his other selves – and somehow, that influenced me as well, let me reach out to this timeline’s Onua and vice-versa.” “Sort of. Well, no. Not on the dream front, at least.” He looks at me quizzically, and I shrug. “Oh, hasn’t he told you yet? He’s always had nightmares. Ever since you first knocked that infected mask off his face. And now look at you two - what sort of friend’s response to emotional trauma is to go questing? For shame, Toa Onua. Some might even say it’s like this was never about Lewa to begin with.” This next punch I dodge. “Temper, temper.” He’s breathing heavily. “Enough – taunts. Tell me why I am here.” “Oh, please don’t make us go in circles, I do enough of that on my own. You know why-“ “I know my other self just watched one of his people die,” he snarls, then takes another breath. “That I – that I watched one of my people die.” A few moments’ silence. I lean in. “Because of your mistake,” I stage-whisper. This time there is no punch, and I stay right where I am. “So tell me, Onua. Why are you here? Why is it that your other self managed to put a little kink in space-time – and why were you the one to answer?” The Toa doesn’t respond. This really is so much more fun than just observing; I’ll have to thank Ignika for the idea one of these days. I lean in a little closer. “How many, Toa Onua?” “How many what?” “How many times did you save them?” “I don’t count.” “Oh, you don’t? Let me try a different question, then. How many times didn’t you?” It’s like snuffing out a candleflame. He slumps more than his natural hunchback ever did, and he refuses to meet my eyes. “Once.” “And this makes twice!” I say, and spin away. “Oh, you don’t like to talk about it, do you? A mining accident, quite like this, albeit his name was different - started with a D, I think - but that time at least there was nothing you could do, you were off in another section, and after all it was supposed to be a controlled demolition, you didn’t know about it until afterwards, not that stopped you from blaming yourself and spending the whole night praying over his poor broken body, asking Mata Nui why this had to happen – not that he’d have been able to answer, you all could’ve used a crash-course in what he was and what he wasn’t – and then you came out the next day and never told the other Toa, except of course they knew, even if they didn’t let you know they knew, but you knew they knew, and oh, poor Lewa, he did think a party would cheer you up, after all that was how they dealt with deaths in Le-Koro, a good old-fashioned wake, and just once he wanted to be the one helping you and not vice-versa, no go but points for trying-“ “That’s enough.” One of his hands has curled into a fist again, but he does not move. “Tell me why.” “Why what? Why you’re here? Honestly, this is the third time, get some better questions-“ “Tell me why you are here.” “Ah,” I say, and click my tongue. Voporak’s. Technicalities. “That, I’m afraid, I can’t fully tell you. I can give you a simple answer, though it won’t be very satisfying. I’m here because I must be here.” And for the first time, Toa Onua surprises me. (Or, rather, this was the part that surprised me when I first saw it. Now it’s old hat, of course.) In an instant, the weariness is gone, or at least buried; he’s standing tall once again, and his gaze has snapped away from anger or exhaustion into furious thought. “You’re here because you must be? In other words, you knew this was going to happen – but you don’t have control over it.” “Very close,” I say. “Very, very close indeed. Yes, I knew the two of us would wind up here.” “How?” “Oh, it’s very simple. You’re going to put me on soon, and that’s going to give me a fantastic view of your timeline.” “And why do I do that?” “Well, I thought that was obvious.” I nod back to the tunnels. “You’re going to save his life. Answer that call for help. That’s what this whole thing’s about - it’s so difficult to make up for the failures when your world won’t give you any more chances for success, isn’t it? I’m just here to move things along.” He eyes me warily, and I match his gaze. Another habit I picked up from a certain Great Being. “You’re lying,” he concludes. “Perhaps,” I say. (I am.) “But you don’t really have much of a choice, do you? If you walk away now – well, first of all, good luck. The timeline’s a bit wobbly at the moment, and I think you’ll find getting out more difficult than getting in. And second, if you leave that Protector to die, you will regret it. Unless you’d like that other Onua to start his own count?” We stay like that a while longer, eyes locked. “Give yourself to me,” he says. “Never say that to Kiina if you don’t want a terrible misunderstanding,” I remark, and pull myself off Voporak’s face. There’s a bit of a gap, then. It’s always a little blurrier when I haven’t got someone grounding me, but reality snaps back into focus quickly enough. Well, this is interesting, I say to him. You’re not as – snappy as Lewa was. And not as irritating as Tren. Not as boring as- “-him?” Onua asks. I see with his eyes; Voporak is standing there, completely immobile. Don’t worry about him. I’ll pick him up on the way out. It wasn’t very bright of them to give someone with that much time sensitivity the job of looking after me. Didn’t take long to convince him to put me on, and the rest is – well, history. I can feel Onua’s mouth contort into a frown beneath me. (It tickles.) “You destroyed his mind.” It was going anyway from all their tinkering; none of you people are made to work with the kinds of forces I do. And he was getting ideas. If anything, he should be thankful I was around to give him a little… guidance. “I can see how Tren Krom got along with you just fine,” the Toa mutters. Just the opposite, really. He was far too screamy near the end. I’ve tried to avoid using him as too much of a basis for my personality- “Tell me what I need to do.” Ah. Leave the next bit to me. And you may want to close your eyes. It’s true that, for all my tricks, physical time travel is one I can’t properly do. I pulled it off with Lewa, but that was a special occasion – when the whole village is on fire, nobody stops to check if you’ve got official permission to go grab a bucket of water. And here, of course, my power is… limited. Distorted, perhaps you could say. But I’ve always been quite good at moving my perception around timelines, and deciding to run with the whole consciousness thing has only sharpened that skill. So I take a look inside the Toa wearing me. It’s a simple thing, like floating down a river. Or up, in our case. (For those of you wondering, yes, there is more than one river. Thousands of them. And one in particular runs parallel but separate – except for one violent rapid that cuts away and smashes into the one we’re moving along. For a moment I’m tempted to take a detour, beat back against that particular current, but – no. He’ll find me soon enough as is.) Open your eyes. We’re standing at the entrance of shaft four, exactly where he was before. Entirely exactly, to be precise. There is only one Onua Nuva standing here – and now he’s been through this before. “Almost, Master Onua!” comes the call. This time there is no hesitation. I feel the Toa’s will reach out into me, and – this is the part I always loathe – for a moment I am a mask, nothing more. Power flows through me, and the world slows. Very good, I say as he dashes for the nearest ladder. Tahu wasn’t nearly as fine-grained in his control. Though I was in a bit rougher shape back then. The Toa ignores me; he’s sliding down the ladder and looking out over the shaft. Ahau is not quite frozen across the way; he’s oh-so-slowly pulling back from his perch into the side tunnel where his life is slated to end in five point six seconds. Give or take a time dilation. Onua’s off the ladder and sprinting now. For a moment I toy with the idea of slowing down his senses a bit, but no – his own brain’s got that front covered. Better hurry, I whisper. Time waits for no Matoran. “Shut up,” he growls. Oh, me? I never could. Four point eight seconds. The Toa is pouring everything he has into me, but things are going as slow as they can. Far above, there’s the beginning of a fatal rumble. “Stop it,” he gasps. “For Mata Nui’s sake, there isn’t enough time-“ Do you realize who you just said that to? He roars, turns, and leaps – for fully two point seven seconds, we’re flying through the air, the abyss of mine shaft number four happily waiting below us. Well, hello there. Oh dear. This is going to be a rougher landing than I had hoped. I honestly can’t even be certain if Onua realizes time has snapped back to normal – if not a bit faster - because at this point the Toa is running on sheer instinct. Lewa must have a habit of rubbing off on people. Ahau looks up and manages to get out a squeak before we bowl him over. “Stay down!” Onua shouts, and almost before we’ve landed he’s thrust his hands into the ceiling. You do realize we don’t have a Pakari, I say conversationally. This truly is turning out to be an interesting experience. “Shut up,” he growls again as the ceiling begins to buckle. Elemental energy is flowing from his hands, which helps, but some of what’s pressing down on the little chamber is rock, after all. (Somewhere above us, a certain slab of stone bounces off the wall.) I suppose now’s as good a time as any to mention – I don’t know how this ends. “What-“ Ahau is on the ground still, his face some mix of confused and horrified. The timeline’s just been poked. I’m afraid I’m blind as a bat for the moment. Powerless, too. He’s noticed me. I can feel the Toa’s brain queueing up a dozen questions, but before he can get around to pulling any out, we’re rather ungracefully interrupted. ”AHAU!” My, my, their voices truly are alike, aren’t they? Master Onua fills the tunnel entrance almost comically – here I’d thought our Onua was keeping himself in shape – but he is surprisingly quick for his size. He snatches the Protector from the ground and pulls him close, intent on guarding him with his own body. A not-impossible plan, probably, given his chest is larger than some mountains. He looks up, and the two Onuas’ eyes meet. “Who-?” says Onua of Okoto. “You know,” says Onua of Spherus Magna. There’s another crash, and the world goes black. “They’ll be fine,” I say, picking myself up off the ground and dusting Voporak’s arms off. “Terribly confused, of course. But that comes with the territory. Excellent job, by the way. Would you like your Pakari back?” Onua blinks and lowers his arms. We’re no longer buried under half a kio of earth – in fact, we’re not much of anywhere now. He turns to me. “What in the name of Mata Nui happened back there?” “You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? We survived, for one thing. And so did they.” “That isn’t what I mean.” I raise a brow. “Is that so? My, you’ve adapted to the idea of jumping in and out of timestreams remarkably quickly-“ “There should have been more time,” he growls. “And I thought you knew what was going to happen.” “I did,” I say cheerfully. “Until I didn’t. Someone interfered. Just the person I’ve been looking for, actually.” “Another Vahi.” “Right on the mark for once! Yes, Toa Onua, I’m afraid you’ve caught me. I’ve been a very curious mask. There were schematics for me back in my designer’s little mountain hideaway, so surely there could be more than one of me bouncing around out there – and if you include other timelines, well, it’s practically a given! Very convenient that he happened to be in the same place you were having a little mine-difficulty in.” I pause. “Mine-difficulty. Do you think that counts as treespeak? Lewa’s just making it up most of the time anyway-“ He sighs – no smiles in this one – and puts up a hand to silence me. “Has this got anything to do with Lewa and I?” I blink. “Well, no. No, not particularly. You’ve gone and done your good deed for the day, and my other self’s got his own timeline to deal with, so I doubt he’ll come chasing you down. As for me, it’ll be easier to get back there now that I know the way. Assuming he lets me. Anyway, no, no, I’m quite done with you. Off you pop.” He chuckles – once, twice – and then breaks into a full-on laugh. I blink again. “Well. That’s not like you. Am I missing a joke? I’m really not very good with those. The punchlines are always out of order-” “That’s it. That’s all this is. You were hitch-hiking on me.” “Well, if you have to put it like that.” He’s still chortling between sentences. “That’s – I’m afraid you’ve left me speechless. You play with us like an Ussal Crab’s squeeze toy, but in the end you still need us to fulfill your curiosity.” I blink a third time. “Well, yes. Of course I do. After all, what would I be without you?” He looks up. “Nothing at all?” “Well, not nothing. I’d still be around, sort of. The universe would continue to run, time would march onward. But think how tremendously dull it would be. You Toa, you scurry about, make your choices, change the world once in a while – I don’t know what I’d do without you as a jumping-off point. Go back to being a mask, I suppose. That’d be so dreadfully boring; I think I prefer this. Even if you do give me a terrible headache once in a while. When I have a head, that is.” He shakes his head. “Fine. Then we’ll call this done.” “Oh, yes, I suppose we will. Well, sort of. It’s not happened yet, for me. Or it’s happening right now. Already has happened. Tenses, I don’t know how you people get by with them. And as for you-“ Just for a moment, I let my smile drop away. “You won’t forget this. Not even half-forget, not even push it away into your most distant dreams like you did with poor little Duisi. That is your penalty for playing where you shouldn’t, as it is Lewa’s. When you next wake from a dream of your world in ruin, know that somewhere that is not a dream, and understand that there is a reason the Great Beings made plans for me to handle these matters and not you.” He looks back at me, and – oh, there it is! The great stone face. Utterly unreadable. “You should thank me,” I go on. “I could have done much worse. That upstart, Tren Krom – he taught me it’s simply no good to let you people meddle unsupervised, fun as you might be. I would have been well within my rights to end this little adventure of yours as soon as it began, to do to you what I did to him and Voporak.” And like that, my smile’s back. “But instead I helped you save that Protector. Wiped out one regret. Part on good terms? Eh? After all – you’ll be dealing with me for the rest of your days. Everyone does.” The Toa of Earth turns away. I suppose I could take another quick peek into his timeline, find out what he’s thinking at that moment, but – what a bother. I’m starting to like this whole ‘uncertainty’ thing. It’s such a nice, new feeling. I’ll leave him be. For now. When he opened his eyes, the sun was streaming through the windows, and Lewa looked very, very confused. “Onua,” he said hesitantly, “tell me there’s a reason my armor’s split open?” The Toa of Earth opened his mouth to answer, then closed it. Maybe best to start with the simple parts. “Your heart stopped.” “I – what?” “And so did the rest of you. And the rest of the universe.” Lewa cocked his head, and Onua sighed. So much for simple. “Come on. Let’s go grab breakfast. It’s going to take quite a while to explain.” “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting Johmak?” Onua stood and crossed the room. For a few seconds he looked up at his brother, and then wrapped his arms around him in a hug. The Toa of Air made a face rather like a Protector who’d seen a boulder coming his way. “Onua?” “To Karzahni with Johmak, and to Karzahni with the Vahi. I think you and I need to have a very, very long talk, brother. And then I think we need to go quick-racing.” Lewa’s arms finally figured out where they were supposed to go. “I can live with that,” he said, and smiled. “-But you saw him too, didn’t you, Master Onua? Was he a Toa?” Onua sighed and patted the Matoran – no, Protector, where had that word come from? - on the head. “It doesn’t matter, Ahau. What’s important is that you’re safe.” “But – where did he go? Who was he?” “Some mysteries do not have simple answers. Now listen: you’re not to work in the mines for the next month. That is an order.” Ahau’s head drooped. “I’m sorry, Master Onua, I should have been more careful –“ “No. The fault was mine – I simply think it best you be far away from it. Now go.” The Protector gave a hesitant nod, then turned and made down the tunnel. Onua looked back at the half-collapsed shaft. “Toa Onua,” he said quietly, “I know not where you came from, nor what that mask you wore was. But I thank you.” I smiled to myself – or at least I would have, if I had had a mouth. Don’t worry. You’ll know sooner than you think. ------------------------------- So! Apparently my way of celebrating Bionicle 2015 is writing a story that is pretty much as far away from Bionicle 2015 tone-wise as you can get. (The next one'll be a more traditional romp, I promise.) I'll probably do a blog post a little later with some more thoughts, but this thing's been languishing in editing long enough as it is. Thanks to Janus, Ballom, and fishers64 for their rough draft feedback! As always, thoughts and feedback are appreciated!
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With BIONICLE coming back and the Mask of Creation in the fore, I'm looking back at my collection of legendary kanohi. And I notice that while I have, like, all the variations of the Ignika, I have not even one Vahi. And that seems just wrong. I've got an orange vahi on the way, but I want me that gold one. I want it bad. I'm willing to negotiate on price. I can offer money, and I suppose I can offer pieces as well, but I really don't have anything rare to trade; just a decent amount of duplicate parts. Side Question: Just so I know what I'm getting into precisely. Does the gold vahi have a plus-rod connector (having been made in 2005), or does it have the circle-connector that 2001-2002 masks had?
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All prices match the new Official Rare & Promotional Collectibles Topic! I ship within 24 hours of payment, and respond to all queries within 12 hours.I'll be listing more stuff over time, so check back occasionally. For Sale: New condition Orange Vahi: $5 each New condition TNGMs: $3 each UK Copper Hunas: $15 each Wanted, as many as I can get: Gold Hau (2001) $2 Black Kraahkan (any variant) $2 Trans-Black, Orange, Red, Green & Clear Kaukaus: $1.50 Red Krana Za $0.75 Sealed MISB Bionicle Comics: $2.50 Terms: Shipping: Within the US is a flat rate of $2.50, it varies for international orders but should be around $6. Trades: I only do trades if the value is over $10 within the US and $30 internationally. Trading will be based on the prices above. Payment: Payment accepted only through GoogleWallet. PayPal's fees are prohibitive for small transactions, and GoogleWallet is just as easy to use. Condition: "New" means that the masks have never been attached to another Bionicle part or played with. They have been stored in bulk bags and shipped, however. If you have a question or a comment, please post. - John
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As you can probably tell, I want to get both Legendary Masks in gold. The only problem is, BrickLink and eBay don't have any golden Ignikas, and the Vahis on BrickLink are all from the US. So basically, if you live in Europe and have a Dark Gold Vahi and/or a Gold Ignika, then I'd like to buy them. I would offer a trade, but none of my Kanohi are on the same scale of rarity as the two which I'm asking for. I'd prefer to get both masks from the same person to cut down on shipping costs than from two different people. [Edit]: I've got a Vahi sorted, so all I'm looking for now is an Ignika. [Another Edit]: I have become slightly desperate! I'll now take an Ignika from anywhere!
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Roodaka plodded along helplessly next to Botar’s replacement. “Why, exactly, are we still being held here? Surely you have better things to do than cart a prisoner around-“ “Be quiet, fool” Botar’s replacement scowled. “This is my duty. Now get back in line!” A Dark Hunter, pleased at the delay, launched a Rhotuka at the replacement. The flames from the spinner were enough to burn a hole in his armor. Delighted, Roodaka used the opportunity to stun Botar’s replacement with a small amount of shadow energy, then leaped after the being, landing solid blows. A quick kick crashed him into a rock, knocking him out. Spinning, Roodaka snatched the spinner launcher, aiming it at Botar’s replacement’s throat. A second later, the Order member disappeared, reappearing behind Roodaka. Lifting the former Visorak viceroy into the air, the replacement formed energy bindings around her, giving her no way to aim her new launcher or to harm her opponent. Growling, he reached out his arm to seize the launcher – just as Roodaka used her power to disrupt the bindings just enough…the spinner struck his arm, and he was no longer Botar’s replacement. Glaring down at the new Keelerak next to her, Roodaka knelt, whispering into his audio receptors. “Come along with me, you fool, and I might see fit to reverse the mutation, or you can take your chances out there. I won’t look for you.” The reply, in the language of the Visorak, was one of pure hatred. Roodaka allowed herself a smile, and as she sauntered off toward the forest, an obedient Keelerak trotted along at her side. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vakama, Turaga of Fire, sat in a quiet place for contemplation and reflection – by the surf of the newborn ocean that had once been Aqua Magna. Propped against a small shade tree, the veteran Turaga began pondering through recent revelations…the Great Spirit, a giant robot…the Order agent’s takeover of Metru Nui and then Makuta’s efforts to control the city…the city that was the very center of power…the Great Spirit’s sacrifice and his words…Slowly, Vakama walked through years of ignorance and doubt, fitting piece after piece into the puzzle that brought him here. How could I know so much, he thought, and yet so little? Perhaps we are in yet another place that only knowledge will break us of. Ah…there is no hurry…we have plenty of time to discover our future here…Time, yes… The Mask of Time! It is in the hands of the Shadowed One. I suppose the matter should be brought before the Toa, although they have enough matters to deal with, and probably will not be able to help. Frustrated, he stalked away, slowly easing out of the emotion and facing his inability to act. It took a Makuta, a Toa, and an army of Rakishi to defeat the Shadowed One and Voporak before, and even if I was…stronger…it would not matter. “Turaga?” * * * Roodaka was in a bad mood. For someone accustomed to the mountains and factories of Xia, the high towers of captured cities, and expansive fortresses, this forested area was just a little too … unsettling. Cowering in said forest to avoid detection by her potential allies, however, was supremely frustrating. “This will do quite nicely for a fortress, don’t you think?” The Shadowed One nodded to Sentrakh. Sentrakh said nothing. He didn’t really mind this particular spot, seeing that it was on a tall hill. But the trees around this clearing would have to be removed – to many places for enemies to hide. Sentrakh wasn’t sure whether he would favor that fact or not. “That question” said the Shadowed One “is one I would like an answer to.” “Perhaps” said Sentrakh. “The trees.” “Soon, Sentrakh, we will have no enemies. They will all be frozen in time.” Sentrakh nodded cautiously. As he did so, he spotted a metallic bit of green that skittered away. Then he heard the sound of running feet behind him. He whirled, the two Dark Hunters churning off in the direction of whoever had been listening. * * * “Turaga?” “Yes?” It was a Matoran, somewhat fatigued. Standing next to him was a colossal figure, armor of white and gold, and disturbingly familiar… “Who are you?” “In the universe that I come from, they call me Makuta Teridax.” Vakama’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” “He’s from an alternate universe where the Makuta banished all the darkness from inside themselves…” Mazeka related the tale that had brought them here. “I suggest you return to the universe from which you came.” Vakama said. “The Toa will not welcome you here. I will not welcome him here until he can prove that he is one with the light.” “What would you have in mind?” Vakama smiled. If this was one of Makuta Teridax’s tricks, he was going to regret it. * * * Roodaka dodged tree trunks, vaulted brush, and swung from tree to tree (humiliating!) to evade pursuit. Nearby, a Keelerak crashed through the vegetation, making a racket even a deaf Turaga could hear. Somehow it was managing to avoid the flashing eyebeams and wheels of energy that filled the forest. The only problem was that it was now flying through the air, crashing toward the water… “Incoming!” * * * Roodaka plunged into the surf. She hated water, but the prospect of getting sheared in pieces by a pair of eyebeams was not as fixable. It took a couple of seconds for her to process the voice she’d heard as she raced past the figures on the surf. “Roodaka?” Vakama’s voice. She bolted back to the surface, startled. The Shadowed One launched his eyebeams at her, only to be stunned by a blast of light to the face. He staggered, blinded, but Sentrakh launched a Rhotuka spinner at the Makuta, which he barely managed to dodge. Mazeka leaped onto the Shadowed One’s arm, trying to dislodge his staff, but the veteran Dark Hunter merely tossed him away. His vision restored, the Shadowed One launched his eyebeams to destroy the Makuta’s armor, which were defected by a Rhotuka. Irritated, the Shadowed One moved in on the Makuta, leaving Sentrakh to face to face a Turaga, Roodaka, and the Keelerak – who, due to the exposure to the water had gone crazy and was shooting off spinners in every direction at a rapid rate. Sentrakh was forced to dodge or parry the spinners with his own, that and the ones Roodaka was carefully launching, in between her own acrobatics to avoid the paralyzing spinners. Meanwhile, to evade being permanently blinded by his new adversary, the Shadowed One used his staff to form barriers around himself, repairing it as fast as Teridax could smash it, which wasn’t too slow. “The Shadowed One, indeed.” observed the Makuta. “Can’t stand the light.” He blasted the interior of the structure with light, drowning the Shadowed One in it. Furious, he blindly smashed at his structure, shooting a Rhotuka of his own at the source. “You obviously know who I am. But only a fool could have placed you together – something that does not exist with a thing that should not exist. Next time, Toa of Light, find a better disguise.” Teridax scowled, blasting what remained of the structure with chain lightening. Sparks made shallow ridges in the Shadowed One’s armor, but the Dark Hunter leader was unmoved. He launched eyebeams at his adversary, blasting through a good amount of Teridax’s leg armor. Only a last minute application of his dodge powers saved his leg from being completely lost. “Whatever you are, you’ll have to do better than that!” “I can” said Teridax. Concentrating his power, Teridax slowed down the Shadowed One’s reflexes. Quickly, the Shadowed One did the only thing he could, slapping the Mask of Time over his face in a vain attempt to ward off defeat. Speeding up time inside him, the Shadowed One regained his speed, warding off the Makuta’s attempts to slow him down. However, use of the mask required his complete concentration… * * * Sentrakh backed away from the Keelerak. Suddenly Roodaka was standing on a very narrow spire. The slightest movement would send her toppling… The Keelerak collapsed. Sentrakh sighed. He prepared a Rhotuka spinner for launch. Roodaka leaped forward off of the spire, and crashed into Sentrakh, Rhotuka flying into the air. The spinner destroyed some nearby sand, creating a pit, which Sentrakh promptly slid into, carrying Roodaka with him. At the last second, Roodaka felt a strain on her arm, but whomever it was’ grip was slipping rapidly, and only swift reflexes enabled Roodaka to add her own grip to the stranger’s before losing it entirely. Sentrakh had a grip on her neck and was pulling her down. Desperate, she flailed about with her one free arm, but the only thing was one shade tree with weakened roots. The tree came crashing down, and Roodaka saw a firestaff come down on her neck. Then she saw nothing. * * * “Roodaka!” Someone was kicking her in the side. And saying her name very loudly, right in her ear. “Ow! Which side are you on?” Roodaka said. “Oh, Vakama, I’d thought I’d never see the day.” “To answer your question-” “Not important. Not at all.” * * * Makuta Teridax, unfoiled, switched powers, forming a vaccum around his opponent. The Shadowed One launched his eyebeams again, but this time Teridax was able to evade, the bolts only singing his armor. The Shadowed One charged in, trying to catch his enemy off balance…and was hit by a spinner. The paralyzing power was only enough to momentarily stun him, but it was enough for Teridax to trying slowing again… and for Roodaka to run past, snatching the Mask of Time from his claw. Teridax teleported away. Weakened and infuriated, the Shadowed One vented his anger with a burst from his eyebeams, destroying the tree which hid his talented bodyguard. Sentrakh climbed out of the pit, brushing sand off his armor. Neither said anything for a long time. The Shadowed One simply gestured for him to come along as they began the slow walk back to camp. * * * A small application of Teridax’s power revived Mazeka. The two watched as the sunset breathed color into the sky and the combatants deserted the battlefield. As they watched, a slender female form emerged from the forest in a clearing adjacent to the battlefield, a diminutive Visorak trotting alongside. A Turaga appeared, moving in. “Allies” mused Mazeka. “No” said the Makuta. “Even enemies with a common foe will be allies, but these are not friends, nor foes. Their history is complex, one best told on a cold, dark, night…” * * * Roodaka passed the Mask of Time to Vakama. “Catch” she snarled. “I’m sure you could find a use for this” Vakama said. “Are you sure?” “I don’t want any baggage.” Roodaka waved her hand. “And that’s just the thing, Vakama. I can always count on you.” They walked in silence for a bit. “You don’t have to be weak anymore, Turaga.” Roodaka gestured to her spinner launcher. “I am not weak. I am as I should be, and I still have my duty.” “Of course, Vakama. You have the Mask of Time. Nothing is impossible now.”
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Recently(While thinking up an idea for an RPG), I began developing a theory, one that would be the basis for the RPG. It kinda/sorta developed into it's own theory. Could the Vahi, if it was shattered, destroy all dimensions, and all masks of time? Here is my reasoning: 1. Alternate realities are decided by the choices that specific characters make or don't make, that affect the canon storyline. These choices create the path deviations that create different dimensions. 2. It is stated by Vakama in Time Trap that destroying the vahi would shatter time, creating a future that was the past, where Makuta was dead, and the next moment, he's alive. Doesn't this sound like alternate dimensions? 3. If you noticed, time continued normally before the Vahi was made, yet the mask cannot be broken without altering or destroying time, suggesting that creating a Vahi links the Vahi with other Vahis from other dimensions, tying all dimensions together in an unbreakable bond. Destroying one Vahi would destroy all. Now, feel free to tear this theory to bits -Elrond
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Welcome to Timely Insanity: 8th Generation! Constructive feedback, comments and criticism would be appreciated. Enjoy the comics! Timely Insanity on the BZPower Comics Wiki. The Characters: 8th Generation Stars Part I: "The Darkness Within..." 1. You Were Warned... 2. I Need Your Help... 3. Consider it Done, Boss 4. Some Old Friends... 5. On Our Way... ? 6. I Already Told You... 7. A More Difficult Task 8. Split Up at the Bridge 9. So, We Finally Meet 10. Get Out Of My Way! 11. I'm Coming For You 12. Cruel, Evil Person 13. What Would You Do? 14. So This Must Be It 15. I Have Failed You... 16. Confessions 17. A Worthy Opponent 18. I'm Sorry, My Sister 19. Still Waiting... 20. Evacuation 21. Ambushed?! 22. No One Can Stop Me 23. Uncontrollable! 24. No More Vahi... 25. Farewell, Vataki Act II: "The Past" 26. Who am I... ? 27. Fulfill Your Destiny 28. I'll Do It Myself 29. All In Good Time... 30. Dark Times Ahead... 31. The Discovery... Act III: "Outer Darkness..." 32. You Are Still Needed... 33. Search And Destroy 34. If We Return... 35. Some Old Friends... 36. In For A Bitter Surprise 37. The Commander 38. Didn't You Listen? 39. Meeting Our Friends 40. I Know Where They Are 41. Final Confrontation Part 1 42. Final Confrontation Part 2 43. Final Confrontation Part 3 44. Let's Go Home! 45. Wonder Where I'm Off To Now Credits: Soran, Dark709, Gerlicky, and King Lehvak for the Chimoru R and Six-shaded Chimoru kits. And... That's it. The rest is my doing. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Previous Generations: Welcome to Timely Insanity: 7th Generation! Timely Insanity: 7th Generation is something I've been planning to do for a very long time. It is to be filled with different plots that I have been writing for the past few years, during previous Generations of Timely Insanity. I hope that it may be the greatest Generation of Timely Insanity that BZPower has seen. Enjoy, and feedback and criticism is appreciated. The Comics Character Sheet 1. They're on the Way! 2. Get the Noobicorn 3. They're Here... 4. Who Was it, Joe? 5. They're Heading In 6. It Will Be Too late 7. A New Ally 8. So You Think... 9. Orders Are Orders 10. Relieved of Your Duties 11. No Longer an Issue 12. Hold it Right There! 13. I Brought This Upon Myself... 14. The Good Inside 15. A "Romantic" Moment 16. Gavla is Hungry... 17. Coca-Cola... Yum... 18. Philipnova is Tired 19. Definitely Not Fun 20. Sonic... No, Mario... 20.5. Vataki is Hungry... ? 21. Looking for Car Keys 22. They Get Along Well 23. Does He Speak? Part 1 24. Does He Speak? Part 2 25. You will live... right? 26. PGSes on Strike, Part 1 27. 300th Comic Special 28. PGSes on Strike, Part 2 29. You Finally Understand?! 30. Season Finale Part 1 FINAL: 31. Season Finale Part 2 The PGSes PGSing in this series will be an invite only thing. 1. Gavla2. Chan'e3. Alena4. Philipnova5. Chath6. Nuzar7. Eljay 8. Arkatox 9. NX09 10. Makuta of Comedy 11. Katarno Kuuls 12. Justax-Kal 13. King Joe Credits Dark709, Gerlicky, and other contributors to the Six-Shade Chimoru Omega kit Kahi, who I believe recolored a good number of the Six-Shaded sprites I am using this season Dr. Giggles, for the Noobicorn and the character "Nub" And to the PGSes and GSes who recolored their own sprites in this season ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Welcome to Timely Insanity: 6th Generation! After noticing my previous attempts at comics failed greatly (Movie-based comics, Daily Strips, etc.) I decided to revive Timely Insanity for another shot. It is also to be my final comic series here on BZPower, which I plan to let run for a little while longer. But until I'm ready for retirement, please enjoy these comics. Criticism and feedback is appreciated.The ComicsCharacter Sheet1. I Smell French Toast2. Where's Giggles... ?3. Giggles-free series... ?4. "I leik outside..."5. Series-changing announcement...6. "Vahi left BZPower again"7. Explaining "Vataki"...8. Alena reappears9. It finally returns...10. "Youneek 'n stuff"11. He lived last time...12. "I just noticed..."13. Fried Chicken14. "Hide the body!"15. Getting along...16. You shall not pass!17. Wat, wat, wat?18. No one has a clue... At all19. I learn something new everyday20. Dr. Giggles' Birthday...21. Guest Starring Hojirick22. Happy Halloween23. Guest Starring Katarno Kuuls 24. Guest Starring Matoran Oneker 25. Getting the idea... 26. Guest Starring NX09 27. What Happened To Sally... ? 28. The room no one ever uses 29. Mario 64 DS 30. Guess Whose Back? 31. "There's an app for that" 32. Happy Thanksgiving! 33. The Ballad of The Noobicorn 34. Happy Birthday Snicker 35. Gavla wants a raise 36. Perhaps a bad choice... 37. Not supposed two know about it 38. Who is it for? 39. Still on fire 40. "I'm Santa this year?" 41. Sick of Christmas music 42. Early Christmas gifts... 43. Great fear 44. Winter Weather 45. Really Good Negotiator 46. Negotiations - Unnecessary 47. "Four Eyes" 48. Giggles is annoying 49. Why do you keep doing it? 50. Merry Christmas! Fan Comics1. Fan Comic by King Joe (10/31/11)2. Fan Comic by NX09 (11/3/11)3. Fan Comic by Hordika22 (11/3/11) 4. Fan Comic by Katarno Kuuls (11/5/11) 5. Fan Comic by Makuta Of Comedy (11/6/11) 6. Fan Comic by Matoran Oneker (11/9/11) PGSes NOT accepting. I will invite you to PGS if I feel like it. (Hint: Supporting the topic can help to get you an invitation.)1. Gavla2. Chan'e3. Alena4. Philipnova5. Chath6. Nuzar7. Eljay 8. ArkatoxGSes CLOSED. Not accepting at this point.All you need to apply is either a sprite sheet (in RZMIK) and a short (or long if you wish... I've got the time ) description of your character's personality. If you don't have a sprite sheet in RZMIK, just tell me your character's mask, main color, secondary color and then a description of the character's personality.1. Hojirick2. Katarno Kuuls3. Matoran Oneker4. NX095. DJ N00bslayer 6. Hordika22CreditsEljay, for creating and suggesting the title "Timely Insanity"Rahi Zaku, Emkay, Tahuri and others who contributed to the RZMIK kitAnd to anyone else who I may be forgetting to creditDark709, For the Chimoru Alpha Kit used in Comic 2My brother, Dr. Giggles, for the hideous Noobicorn used throughout the seriesWhoever made the trollface, because I know I've used it at least onceTo you, the reader, if you seriously read all of these creditsThanks for reading. Feedback and criticism is appreciated.~Vataki
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I got a question about the Vahi that no one will probably get the answer to:p, but could discuss about it.How come the Vahi is tied to time? Okay, time was already existing long before the Great Disks were made. My theory is that Artahka managed to trap the power of time in them.
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I made this not the CGI but the live action and editing music and stuff, it kinda lends credence to my live action BIONICLE idea If you all like it I may invest in doing a live action web-series seeing as i already have full on bionicle costumes and locations aplenty for this https://vimeo.com/60421328?action_object_map=%7B%22495675877136559%22%3A452605261475545%7D&action_ref_map=%7B%22495675877136559%22%3A%22og_api%22%7D&action_type_map=%7B%22495675877136559%22%3A%22og_vimeo%3Aupload%22%7D&fb_action_ids=495675877136559&fb_action_types=og_vimeo%3Aupload&fb_ref=og_api&fb_source=timeline_og
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"Photography is an art, I try to take good pictures wherever I go, But in the island of mata Nui everything is picture perfect its hard to take a bad picture" G'day blokes! on my recent trip to other dimensions i could not help but to stop by on Mata Nui and take a few pictures being the photography maniac that I am, Here is the beach lewa washed up on http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/tobduk/irl/dsc01633.jpg very nice cove, very nostalgic for me, it harkens back to the days of mystic canisters. Next we visit the cave that eventually leads to onu-koro http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/tobduk/irl/dsc01588.jpg Unless you have a ruru you could be stepping on doo doo in the dark Look on the top right for a creepy surprise! http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/tobduk/irl/dsc01590.jpg There is something in the sand! http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/tobduk/irl/dsc01146.jpg If you like that heres the gallery http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=523259
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The Kanohi Vahi is supposed to be one of the most powerful masks in the universe, right? It contains massive ammaunts of Time energy which, if released, would destroy the entire universe (presumably). A lot of beings want to get their paws on it. But it seems that it's actually rather limited; one can only use it to speed up or slow down time around a target. While this could prove rather useful, the amount of concentration needed to use it almost renders it not worth using (as it seems to me). What do you think about this?
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I made 2 props recently nastily made of paper, cardboard , glue, paint, and elbow grease (that came straight from me elbow) so you could see how the vahi is a WIP and it's all rusted! Here's the gallery http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=519633http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=512266I have a set of ideas baded on yhe props i madeI wonder what you guys would like more. #1 a kid finds a vahi on an island that formerly was mata Nui, and goes on a quest for the masks after he heard a tale from the village elder #2 a spinoff of the slizer storyline, it's the year 2012, 6 disks fall on earth and one of them finds thier way into a kids backyard. Him and a friend have to collect the fire disk In a volcano! And I have yet to establish the antagonists. #3 is kinda undecided its just kinda involves a time traveling watch and a brain leech
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I'm going to Hawaii in a couple weeks and I wanted to take advantage of that opportunity and make a bionicle or Lego based film! And tell me any ideas or any typos or misspellings :DOk so here's my idea, A kid lives on an island that was formerly mata Nui, he stumbles upon something on the beach, It turs out that it's the mask of time !And he researches about it and finds out there should be more masks and he goes around trying to find clues a bout t what happened Although I still need a plot and some more concepts, And I'm working on a vahi that looks old and rusted from ages of burial
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Sorry if these have already been asked before. In the scene from LoMN, was Teridax trying to grab the Mask of Time from Vakama or was he trying to absorb Vakama into himself? If he was trying to grab the Mask, would the Hand have shattered it like the rocks he pulled in later? If he had actually absorbed the Mask (on Vakama or without), would that count as destroying it (thus destroying all of time) or would it give Makuta Voporak-like powers?And considering the fact that Teridax wanted the mask for his own use, was using that Shadow Hand power there a smart move? (The power, according to BS01, has an automatic recoil, thus causing absorption or smashing.) Did Lhikan inadvertently save all of reality here? -
by the time I had my Vahi I was already finished with my first epic which was basically awesome but whatever pace yourself I guess
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I'm not ENTIRELY sure about this, but I remember hearing somewhere on this site that the Vahi isn't as powerful outside the MU. Well, if this is true, how come Tahu used it to it's full power on Mata Nui, even though that island isn't inside the MU?
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This idea came to me while I was replying to another topic.Now, we know that the Ignika, Vahi, and Mask of Creation are the three most powerful Kanohi in the BIONICLE universe. But only the Ignika has one advantage over the other two: It's alive, and doesn't need someone to control it's power. Now, we've seen it grant life to objects in the past, and do many other great things with its power. So, what I'm wondering is this:What would happen if the Mask of Life used it's "gifts" to grant these two other Legendary Kanohi life of their own? Such a thing could be either very bad, or very good. Thoughts?
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Hello.I have a few masks that I have copies of, and I'd sooner swap a mask for a mask or two rather than a mask for money. I can post to the UK and over seas.This is what I have:Note Vahi has been taken off for the time being I may have use of it.Misprints:1x Light Blue Gali [KauKau] MaskNote Green Ruru no longer available 3x Black ruru1x Black Matatuhttp://www.flickr.co.../in/photostream(I've included in the pic a normal Gali mask to show the difference in shades)Gold 1st Gen:Full set of 61x Tahu [Hau]1x Onua [Pakari]1x Pohatu [Kakama]1x Lewa [Miru]1x Gali, [Kaukau]1x Kopaka [Akaku]http://www.flickr.co...N02/7522180622/Plus Copies2x Onua [Pakari]1x Tahu [Hau]1x Lewa [Miru]http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/Silver 1st gen:5 out of the six1x Tahu [Hau]1x Onua [Pakari]1x Pohatu [Kakama]1x Lewa [Miru]1x Kopaka [Akaku]Missing Gali [Kaukau]http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/Plus Copies3x Lewa [Miru]3x Kopaka [Akaku]1x Pohau [Kakama]http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/Poisoned Hau:Versions 2-01 and 4-01 (I even checked on the backs of them)http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/These are my other masks they're more or less common so I'm not expecting many people to take them.1st Gen Red:4x Red Tahu [Hau]2x Red Onua [Pakari]http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/1st Gen Blue:3x Blue Gali [Kaukau]1x Blue Kopaka [Akaku]1x Blue Rau [Nokama]http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/1st Gen Black:(Only includes 3x Onua Masks)http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/1st Gen White:(Only includes 3x Kopaka Masks)http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/2nd Gen White:(Only includes 2x Kopaka Nuva Masks)http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/2nd Gen Blue:(Only includes 3x Gali Nuva Masks)http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/1st and 2nd Gen Brown:1x Brown Phatu [Kakama]1x Brown Pohatu Nuva [Kakama Nuva]1x Sandy Pohatu [Kakama]http://www.flickr.co...in/photostream/What I'm After 1st Gen:Toa:Red: Kopaka [Akaku].Green: Kopaka [Akaku]Black: Tahu [Hau], Gali [Kaukau]Brown: Lewa [Miru].Turaga:Bright Orange: Onewa [Komau], Nokama [Rau] Nuju [Matatu]Bright Yellowish Green: Onewa [Komau], Whenua [Ruru], Nuju [Matatu].Tan: Nokama [Rau]Dark Grey: Onewa [Komau].Medium Blue: Vakama [Huna], Matatu [Mahiki], Onewa [Komau], Nuju [Matatu].Light Grey: Onewa [Komau], Whenua [Ruru],What I'm after 2nd Gen {Nuva} :Protodermis: Gali [Kaukau], Kopaka [Akaku], Onua [Pakari], Pohatu [Kakama].Red: Lewa [Miru, Kopaka [Akaku], Onua [Pakari], Pohatu [Kakama].Green: Kopaka [Akaku], Pohatu [Kakama].White: Tahu [Hau], Lewa [Miru], Gali [Kaukau].Blue: All Except Gali [Kaukau].Black: Lewa [Miru], Kopaka [Akaku], Gali [Kaukau], Pohatu [Kakama]Brown: All except Pohatu [Kakama]Prices:For the misprints it's 2-3 common masks per misprint or 1 protodermis per misprint.For the commons just 1 mask per common.Like I say I'd sooner swap for another mask or two than ask for money, A rare for a rare and a common for a common, but I'm open for bartering. If you want a mask on it's own then just tell me and I'd be happy to help. Also can I see a picture of your masks first before we do business?.But any way, that's your lot.DarrylA.K.A BrokenSwords. -
He was called Vachax. At least, that’s what they said he was called. Personally, he preferred Vahi or some variation on Vahi, to fit with the mask he wore. After all, a being of pure temporal energy needed to have a name that was easy to remember, a name to be feared by, a name that could shake the foundations of a world. “Vachax”, he mused, just didn’t flow, it was weak, a name for puny Toa. And speaking of Toa… Vachax turned his head. Yes, he must continue to question this one. Although its lingering fear was tasty, he needed real nourishment. Vachax quivered with excitement, imagining the sweet taste of agony and anguish mixed with terror. It’s pain would be enough to sustain him for quite a while-but wait. Vachax shook his head to clear it of aimless thoughts. He must not forget the task at hand. He had to find out why the Toa knew where he currently resided, why it sought the disk...but surely a little…No! He must question the Toa, then he could savor its tormented soul. He walked over to the restrained Toa, and tilted its head up. Its vibrant blue eyes stared deep into his bright green ones, unyielding. Smirking at the display of resistance, Vachax began to speak in a raspy voice. “So you fancy yourself a martyr, hmm…? Well, I have news for you, little one. All being a martyr ever did for someone was make them dead. It is the actions of the living and how you control them that count…Maybe this will help you understand…but I doubt it.” With that, Vachax ripped off the Toa’s mask and went to work. The screams of the fallen echoed as dusk shrouded the area, encased the living and brought forth the dead. Vachax smiled as he replaced the Toa’s mask. Locking the cell behind him, the green-eyed being walked off into the twilight, scattering rusted armor behind him. As Vachax passed the horizon, a smoldering head opened its blue eyes and stared off into the distance, stared at the mangled bodies that surrounded it, and finally closed its eyes. Darkness enshrouded it as it spoke one word… “T...I…M...E”
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The Ko-Matoran walked across the thick snow; the Matoran had migrated back to Metru-Nui a few days ago. There was lots to be found. The Matoran was sent to see if the buildings on the very north of Ko-Metru were in a good condition. They weren't. As the Matoran was about to go back, he saw something frozen in the ice. It was an orange Kanohi. The Matoran got out his Pickaxe and got the mask out of the ice. It looked a lot like a Vahi. But how could a Vahi get all the way up here? Turaga Vakama had it in his possetion, but how could it get here and get frozen in a two-ton block of ice? He didn't know. All he knew was that it was his destiny to put on the mask. He put it on. Immediately, he vanished. He reappeared again. He saw that he was on a tiny island and that he was orange. He went into time. He decided to go into the future. He vanished and reappeared in a desert. He saw how a new civilization was developing. And then he saw how a shadow of the past engulfed him. He saw Teridax. They fought for what felt like hours. Then, Teridax was defeated. For now, at least. Then, the toa went back to Metru-nui."Ah, back you are", said Turaga Nuju, "what news have you?""The news are this: the buildings are all shattered.""Yes, but you aren't. You are the Toa that we have truly waited for. You are Toa Vahi, the Toa of Time!"
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(Constructive criticism greatly appreciated)Entry One: My name is Vakama- I’m a Ta-Matoran mask-maker. Recently, Turaga Dume himself has tasked me with making a mask like no other-the Vahi, Mask of Time. Here I shall record my progress and methods that proved useful for completion. Failed trials will also be marked.FAILEDFAILEDFAILEDEntry Two: Used Ga-Metru teleport disk: power level 7 Used Ko-Metru regenerate disk: power level 8 Used Ta-Metru teleport disk: power level 6Notes: Not enough power, and the sequence is offFAILEDFAILEDFAILEDFAILEDFAILEDEntry Three: Used Ta-Metru enlarge disk: power level 8 Used Ga-Metru regenerate disk: power level 7 Used Po-Metru weaken disk: power level 8 Used Ko-Metru freeze disk: power level 7 Used Le-Metru teleport disk: power level 8 Used Onu-Metru reconstitute disk: power level 8Notes: The types are right, it seems-but they are too weak. Turaga Dume is getting impatient- I must keep working!FAILEDFAILEDFAILEDNotes: Today I heard a strange voice-but when I looked around, there was nobody there. I need to take it easy for a bit-the stress is getting to me.FAILEDEntry Four: I heard the voice again today-it is becoming clearer. If only I knew what it meant…FAILEDFAILEDFAILEDEntry Five: Today the city was attacked-yet Toa Lhikan could not save us all. I had always believed in the Toa-yet now I see them as the weaklings they are. No matter-the voice tells me that Lhikan will be of some use still…FAILEDEntry Six: I have learned that the only way to create the Vahi is through forging together the Great Disks. It shall be easy to convince that weak-minded Toa to retrieve them for me.Entry Seven: Lhikan has finally gathered the disks! Now I can start my masterwork…Note: The voice is getting fainter…Entry Eight: I have worked tirelessly on this mask… yet the voice seems to be dying…Entry Nine: Today I finished the Vahi. As I was about to put it on, the golden mask glowed-and rusted to a bright orange. Furious, I threw the mask on the floor, only to find a Toa-like figure watching me with piercing green eyes. The maskless Toa’s golden armor shimmered and slowly rusted as it placed the Vahi upon its face. Then, he spoke. “I have seen into your being, Vakama, and what you seek shall be forged through the hearts of many and through the sacrifice of oneself. Take care that your path does not stray.” As I stood there gaping, the figure collapsed upon itself, leaving behind a single disk etched with a carving of the most beautiful mask I had ever seen.Entry Ten: After pondering it for a while, I now know what I must do. I shall create the Mask of Being whatever the cost…Entry Eleven: I obtained my first heartstone today. All it took was some patience and a long knife. As I ground it up and placed it on the mask I shaped from the disk, it was absorbed. The mask is becoming stronger, but it needs more power…CONFIRMED KILLCONFIRMED KILLESCAPEESCAPEE KILLEDCONFIRMED KILLCONFIRMED KILLCONFIRMED KILLEntry Twelve: One of my victims escaped and notified the Turaga… but I got him in the end. Now all the mask needs is a sacrifice from myself. I shall remove my foot-I can always replace that.Entry Thirteen: THEY’RE COMING! I have to escape-I can’t let them get this mask-I can't... Note from Toa Lhikan:At the urging of the stars, I sought out Vakama, only to find him huddled in the deepest part of the archives with this book. It seems to be the ravings of a lunatic-and I have my doubts about giving Vakama a Toa Stone in light of this disturbing revelation. I can confirm that I retrieved the Great Disks for Vakama, and that many Matoran have been found with mangled chests… but I cannot believe Vakama would do such things. I must watch this one…
