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This is my next wave: the dark hunters. They consist of Makuta's creations, rahi, and bounty hunters. Starting from the first picture, here is the order of the hunters: Acnodet, Acidix, Mutation, Predator, Shadow Hydraxon, Photonic, and Chichirix with Karmeon dragon. After this, my next wave will be the outcasts. Link to pictures: http://upload.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=521666. These pictures are now public. Anyways, enjoy!
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From the story of What I Stand For... A Collaborated Epic presented by Grant-Sud and Zo'Tomana... Second Chance ______ Part 1: Recruits Execution Orders: Rejected Every step echoed in the ears of Helryx. It’s was a very slow, easy walk. Axonn had a distinctive step of his own, being a strong, heavy being. But somehow the easy gait of the prisoner he led, with the slight clang and rattle of his chains, sounded like words.His very footfalls, his body movement, and even his glowing eyes that became brighter as they moved closer to her throne room, said it all.I am here.The prisoner, Dark Hunter subject and codenamed “Excavate”, nationality of the Northern Continent and from the large City of Sol, approached before the Toa of Water. His torn and burnt cloak revealed his features. He was tall and lean with onyx colored armor, only slightly larger than a Toa’s form. He stood with his back straight, head down staring at the floor, and hands in front of him. The electric chains bound his wrists together, the cords reaching around his feet. Any sudden movement caused pain, and Helryx ordered for his hands to be before him, not behind his back.She wanted them where she could see them.He wore no Kanohi, just a protective steel helmet which hadspiked edges along the sides that shifted backward, pitch black in color.Helryx gazed at him curiously. This was the great Dark Hunter? He didn’t seem like anything special.But his record told a different story. According the reports, this single Dark Hunter had charged head first into wars zones only to come out without a scratch. He had killed Toa, Skakdi, fully mature Rahkshi, numerous Rahi, other Dark Hunters and some of the Brotherhood’s most powerful servants.Still, she thought with disappointment, he was no match for one of our own.Well, that wasn’t technically true. He had almost defeated the Order’s Retriever in combat. It was a chance move that had caught Excavator off guard that led to his capture. He had remained in a restrained cell for one month on the island of Daxia before being brought to Helryx.Still, had he been aware of the ability - had he been informed of his enemy’s unique powers and strengths, then success would have been his.Helryx gave the smallest of smirks. No, appearances weren’t everything. There was something in those eyes that refused to look upward, something unique.The room had stone flooring, polished and seemed to be cleaned daily. The walls were a dark gray in color, with unique looking masks and paintings placed up on shelves and hung respectively. Small decorative torches with silver holders that spiraled upward, plantlike, lit the room. Helryx stood before a comfortable chair aligned at the end of the room, one that seemed to glow as though it was a command unit or a communication terminal. It was silent; Helryx ordered to not be bothered while the meeting took place.“Well,” she spoke easily, but clear enough for not one word to be misunderstood, “I assume formalities are in order. And we should make them short, as I’m sure you prefer.”Axonn kept a careful watch on the Dark Hunter, who kept his head down. He said nothing.“My name is Helryx, and I am the leader of this organization. The Order of Mata Nui welcomes you.”Still he said nothing.She ignored it and continued without hesitating. “As I’m sure you are unaware, your execution has been recalled.”That did make him stir slightly.“We’d be very honored if you returned our hospitality by speaking. Do you speak?”“You said you’d make it short.” Finally the Dark Hunter looked upward with crystal blue eyes, they gleamed brightly, a dark blue in color. “What am I here for?”“We have an assignment for you,” Helryx answered. “I won’t lie. Your record tells enough for us to kill you on the spot. You’ve committed more murders than the average Dark Hunter. You are a thief, a terrorist… the list goes on.”“And this terrorist is being hired by you. Why?”In her line of work, small remarks couldn’t bother her conscious. And they didn’t.“Because you are the best,” she said matter-of-factly. “Or so we assume. We are offering you a chance to clear your record, by doing something good for the universe. It’s a chance of redemption.”“A second chance,” he said softly. It was almost inaudible.Helryx leaned in closer, wondering if he would say more. He didn’t, and a silence filled the room while the Dark Hunter gathered his thoughts.“What do I receive?” he asked next.Axonn visibly faltered.“We won’t have you executed, and then you’ll be released. That’s your reward,” he replied in a deep voice with narrow eyes. “And mind your manners.”Surprising both Order of Mata Nui Member’s in the room, Excavate revealed true anger, snapping his head toward the giant being. His chains glowed furiously at the movement, but the Dark Hunter showed no recognition of it. Or maybe he did, and was proving himself.“Pardon me? Mind your manners,” Excavate replied sharply. “You capture me, and instead of killing me, orders – no – use me for your own plans? Don’t you dare, give me such ignorant treatment. Lying is beneath us, I would think.” His voice grew deeper, an analyzing tone, he became more assured of himself the more he spoke.“If you wanted me dead, you would have done it long ago. The fact that your leader hasn’t done so only reveals her weakness. It shows all the cards she holds. And I’m her only ace.”Axonn gripped his weapon even tighter.“You do not want me for this assignment. You need me. Back off, and let me speak with my employer. What does this have to do with you?”Slowly the Dark Hunter turned back to Helryx, staring her directly in the eyes without a sign of wavering or fear.She gave a small smile. Yes, he was a Dark Hunter. A weapon to be bought for and that was all. He didn’t care for release, because he knew he was always a target. It was all a process and that ruse of capturing him hadn’t changed a thing.The truth was they did need him. As a Dark Hunter, that name gave him the prestige of hidden motives and invisibility; elusiveness. A hunting Rahi that as long you got out of his way and ignored, probably wouldn’t harm you. Another Dark Hunter on some mission.He wasn’t a member of the Order, and thus his little attention would direct him to the Shadowed One’s people and no one else. He was skilled enough to pull off the missions, trained enough to know what information to look for. To know that if he dug too deep, he’d be a target for every assassin in the Universe. He knew what do to as told. He had no loyalties except for the one who hired him.That wouldn’t mean he’d be let off on a leash. He would have to be watched over, someone would need to double check his work and keep him in line. That wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, not for the right operative.And above all, as a Dark Hunter,Excavate was expendable. Whether he lived or died, the Order lost nothing. Helryx smiled, because he was just as good as she needed him to be. But despite that, it made the situation for him seem tragic.She pushed that out of her mind and nodded a reply, that smile of – yes – sympathy, still there.The flickering lights from the torches glimmered across his face.“We can talk of a payment. Anything you want. You succeed, stay alive, and you can have anything you want.”Excavate finally nodded, his eyes refusing to leave hers. He stood, waiting for his first assignment._____ Review Topic
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The Sea Gate Mission: Today, I received a summons from Turaga Dume. It was very early in the morning, so I didn’t really want to get up. However, the Vahki escort at my door told me I should probably get up see what it was about. I arrived at the Coliseum and the two Zadakh directed me to Dume’s private chambers. When I arrived, I saw Naho, Toa of Water and the silent Toa of Ice known only as Freeze. “Welcome, Kodan. I trust the Vahki weren’t too…persuasive. It’s all to ensure your safety. You and these Toa have an important mission ahead of you,” said Turaga Dume. “And what is that mission?” asked Naho. “You will be going to the southernmost Sea Gate and closing it so that we can have a barricade against any attacks that might come that way. We already know that dangerous Rahi are coming in through them so it is imperative that they are closed,” explained Dume. “But won’t that halt our trade with lands like Xia and the Tren Krom Peninsula?” asked Naho. “It will weaken them, yes, but then they don’t really have much to offer us, do they?” asked the Turaga. Both Toa shrugged. “Well, then you shouldn’t have a problem with this task!” said the Turaga, enthusiastically, “It should take you maybe four days maximum, but remember; take all the time you need. Now, Chronicler; I need you to go with them to record their story.” “OK, but I don’t see what could possibly happen,” I said. Why would a chronicler need to go on a mission that was supposed to be easy? I went with it though. “You never know where an adventure could turn up,” he said. “Alright, if you say so,” I said dismissively. “Excellent! Your airship leaves from the Moto-Hub at noon today. “ And I thought, Oh joy. --- I arrived at the Moto-Hub and realized that I had forgoten my Reconstitute at Random disk. I take it with me on every trip I go on and it’s kind of a symbol for luck. On my way to the boarding dock I ran into a strange looking Ta-Matoran with a blue Pakari. “Oof! Sorry, I didn’t see you the-oh! You’re him! You’re the Chronicler!” “Yes, and I’m in a hurry so could you please stand aside,” I said, then realizing that I might have hurt his feelings I said, “Look, I’m sorry, I can’t sign anything right now, just take this,” and I gave him a souvenir that I got from Ga-Metru. “Cool!” he exclaimed. He told me his name was Takua as I was running to the loading dock. I got on before I could hear anything else. --- It is a nice airship, with a cargo bay, auto pilot, observation deck, multiple floors and rooms, and spare Kanoka disk storage compartment. I’m no expert on aircraft -- or vehicles in general for that matter -- but it is a thing of beauty. I found Naho in the cockpit. She looked concerned. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Something just seems…I don’t know …off,” she said slowly. “With what?” I asked, although I had a feeling I already knew what she was talking about. “This mission to close the gate, I mean, how would it benefit anyone by doing this? Rahi numbers aren’t really as high as the Turaga is trying to say. Trust me, I take care of a lot of Rahi in Ga-Metru.” “So what do you think the real reason for this mission is?” I asked. She paused for a full minute. “I don’t know. But he is the Turaga, and he knows what’s best,” she said, and then she scanned the cloudy horizon for the sea gate. At that moment, a tiny passing thought came into my mind. It was a small, idle thought, yet a disturbing thought. What if the Turaga doesn’t have the Matoran’s best interest at heart? However, I dismissed this idea as ridiculous. After all, Turaga Dume would always keep the safety of the Matoran first, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t purposely put Metru Nui in danger, would he? Naho snapped me out of my daydream. “There it is!” Freeze ran in and looked to see what she was talking about, while I pulled out a small telescope from my pack to get a better view. It was hard to make out what it was due to an overhanging fog, but sure enough, there was a large hole in the Great Barrier that was big enough for a ship to pass through. When we landed near the ledge by the hole I noticed a wheel off to the side embedded in the wall. It was obvious what it was; a wheel that you turn to open and close the gate. How easy that would be, I had no clue, but it had to be turned to close it. We got out and I put my hands on the wheel and tried to turn it with all my might, but it didn’t budge. A hand laid itself on my shoulder. I looked up to see that it was Freeze, almost as if to say that it’s not my place. So I backed away. Both Toa put their hands on the wheel. They strained for many minutes before they decided that they needed a new method. So Freeze created a pillar of ice that was wedged between a rock and a spoke in the wheel while Naho created extra moisture for the pillar to expand. When the pillar’s length expanded, the wheel turned. When the pillar got to be too long for the wheel, Naho would smash it. This process was repeated multiple times, but even then, by the time night had fallen, they were exhausted. But they did it, they closed the gate. Naho said, “Well, I think that’s the hardest I’ve worked since that swim to get more Toa to help us in the War!” Freeze nodded. We boarded the airship and I went to my quarters to write this chroni-- ---- The report sent to The Shadowed One by Eliminator: By the time you receive this message, I will have killed two Toa on their airship from Metru Nui. Also, I killed a Po-Matoran chronicler named Kodan who was also on the trip. I slipped onto their ship while they were closing the gate and took a 117, a 368, a 656, a 188, and a 527 out of the disk compartment and obliterated them, taking their masks and weapons as trophies. I also stabbed the Po-Matoran with the staff he had with him (the one that showed his rank), and attached the chronicle that he was writing to this report. By the time you get it, I will have sent their airship to the bottom of the sea and moved on to my next location. Be sure to send our client my regards. 1,162 Words, including dividers
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Hey! I would like to showcase my first MOC since the start of uni. I've always wanted to see how Lariska would look. Instead of just imagining, I took it upon myself to incarnate her in LDD form! It was also a great chance for me to experiment with building feminine-looking MOCS, and all it took was a night's length of work and a few more hours this afternoon. So without further ado, here she is!!!Yep. That should do it.Here's the link to the LDD file, in case you're wondering...http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Darksiders/LegoDigitalDesigner/lariska.lxfAs with all my other LDD MOC's, feel free to download and adjust as you see fit; just don't forget to credit the original design to yours truly ;)That's all I have for you today! More MOC's to come!
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Welcome to the Second Chance Review Topic! This is a Co-Authored epic by myself (Grant-Sud) and my very good friend Zo'Tomana. Below are a list of details and links that will help you get started on where and how to follow.This story takes place a few years before the awakening of the Toa Mata and centers around the main universe, featuring two OC characters, Tomana and Excavate. Assigned on a mission to retrieve knowledge of their common enemy, a Toa and a Dark Hunter must learn to work together in order to survive the hostile world beyond them. Second Chance Part 1 - Recruits1. -Execution Orders: Rejected2. -Two for the Road3. -IllegiblePart 2 - Hidden4. -Covered by Mist5. -Forest of Thoughts6. -In Minutes7. -Abandoned8. -CorridorsPart 3 - Negotiations9. -The Ones in Command10. -Timing11. -A Place You Call...12. -Once More Into the Breach13. -Here and There14. -Confident Liar15. -These DaysPart 4 - Infiltrator16. -Just Business17. -The Toa of Principles18. -City of Glass19. -Dust20. -Mistaken Targets21. -Sit Sine Labe Decus (Let Honour Stainless Be)22. -UprisingPart 5 - Ascension23. -Rest Up, Brothers 24. -Deadline 25. -Earlier in Time, Stronger in Law____*Bios REALLY Coming Soon*An older Short Story and based off this tale, now a prologue, What I Stand For, can be read here.Second Chance will consist of 5 or 6 parts, but won't be too long of a story. If you enjoy our epic, please feel free to leave comments and reviews below, we appreciate any criticisms and we hope you enjoy it. Updates- March 17I'm starting a new update system so that I can add notes to chapters as they are released. It's a little late to be doing so, considering we're in the third part already. But anyway the chapter "Corridors", was launched today and it fills in the ending of Part 2's "Hidden". We already have much of Part 3 written and we're just deciding when to post the next chapter. Also I know we haven't done so yet, but the Character Bios of Excavate and Tomana will be appearing soon.- March 23Following these updates, we have the newest chapter of Second Chance up and we're now starting in part 3, Negotiations. The chapter was a ton of fun to write, and Zo'Tomana added in the details for Tomana's reply to Helryx concerning Excavate. Now we're taking a new twist to this part, since it's basically a start up for the conflicts that will be happening in Part 4. One half of Part 3 will cover what happened right after the Abyss Isla, and the other will continue into the future, where T and E have located the Makuta and are searching for it. Kind of a past present timeline thing... hope you all enjoy it.- March 28Checking out the dates I'm posting these, I realize how quickly we're publishing new chapters. Anyway Timing is up, a Zo;Tomana chapter and real good one. We had a little experimentation on the sparring session, but overall I think it turned out nicely. We're still moving back and forth between the present and past so hopefully it's not confusing anyone. Be on the look out for the next chapter soon!- April 2Tomana liked this chapter, but felt it was a little slow in pace. I honestly agree. I think this Part of the epic is more for the slowness and working Character Development, but we'd love to know what you all are thinking. ^^ Newest chapter, A Place You Call... is published. (It has a hidden meaning, doubt many will figure it out.)-April 13So it's been more then a solid week since we posted our last chapter. For that we apologize, but busy life got in the way as it usually does. It took us a little time to know what we were going to do with this and the next chapter, as both deal with the histories of our two main characters. Hopefully we've done it right, and the next chapter is completed, so expect it to be published in just a few days after this one sinks in. Zo;Tomana's chapter is done well imo, and it dives into a more vulnerable look at the Toa. My friend and I would also like to point out, that again, while we know this Part 3 is probably going by a little slowly, things are going to pick up real soon. Give us your opinions when you can, and thanks for reading!-April 21Another week having gone by, and another chapter to log. Today we go Here and There, a backstory chapter, or at least an explanation as to where our two main characters are from. It was a difficult chapter to write, especially with the dialogue and such... but I got a treat for you all. Zo'Tomana and myself have both written this chapter. We wrote it out in real time, and I did Excavate's dialogue while Zo'Tom did the Detectives. :3 I hope you all enjoy it, because it was a lot of fun. Next chapter is mine, and we're nearing the end of this third part!-April 25Took a little less time to get this chapter done. Not much to say, except we've gotten on a quicker pace again and this is the penultimate chapter of Part 3!-May 9thWith Part 3 done, we are now ready to enter into Part 4: Infiltrator. Hope you all enjoy it. Just as another note, These Days was my first semi-songfic I've ever done. Hopefully you thought it was good!-May 19thWe're sorry for the long wait on the update, but it took us a little time to know where we wanted to take part 4 exactly, and we've both been a little busy. But we have the next chapter coming soon and the one right after that. I may actually be gone for a week this coming Monday, but I'll keep you all posted. Besides that, want to give a huge thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed this story. You guys make it worth it all the more. :3-June 23thIt's interesting how we've slowed a little. Since the last update we've had two chapters up: City of Glass and Dust. Hopefully you all enjoy the story so far, and while we've both been a little busy as the summer has officially set in, the story is still fresh and ready to be typed up soon! We love all your comments so keep them up if you can, and thanks again for reading!-June 30thWith a new chapter already out, we present Mistaken Targets. The chapter was written by myself and Tomana. I had the upper half with Excavate's and Joga's view point, while Tomana had "Zoxara" and Kato's view point. Hopefully you all enjoy it, and Part 4 will be coming to an end shortly. ;D Comments and criticism is great appreciated, as always!-July 7thReleasing the next chapter, Tomana provided Sit Sine Labe Decus (Let Honour Stainless Be) a couple days ago. It's quite the character inspection for our frosty friend, and one step closer to finishing up Part 4! Please enjoy and comment when you can!-July 18thWe finally present Uprising, the last chapter in the Part 4. I will say this was one of the toughest chapters I've had to write, with Tomana and I going over the plot back and forth, back and forth, neither one of us liking any of our combined ideas. Finally we did a complete rewrite of the second half of the chapter, which with a little editing, we realized was something we wanted. But let's let you guys decide that! Leave any comments you'd like and thanks for reading! Part 5 coming soon, but give us about a week probably.Influences to Second Chance
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This is the review thread for the Bionicle Epic: Dark Forces. I'd love to hear anyone's criticism or reviews on the story as it progresses. This is the first Bionicle Epic I've ever written, so I suppose I'm a newbie, but I have written other FF or stories in the past. So my story is obviously not cannon, it takes place in the alternate universe, blah, blah, blah. I just wanted to see how a story with a team of original Toa, and mostly original Dark Hunters squaring it off would pan out. My writing may be a bit more dark, and heavy on the action/violence than other epics, but that is just how I enjoy writing my stories.As for why they are called the Toa Draconis? You'll have to read the story as it progresses to find out. Also if there are any Inconsistencies in the story, that don't fit in with the Bionicle Universe, please feel free to point them out. I tried to do as much research as I could, and went off my memory of the Bionicle Universe etc. Also you will see guns in the story, I adapted them to fit in better with the Bionicle universe, instead of shooting normal bullets, they are just special Cordak blasters, Cordak pistols etc, etc. This isn't your average Toa team, and their journey won't be like the journey of any Toa before them.Also a note on masks, if I used a Mask power already in existence in the story, for example the Mask of Quick Travel will appear in the story, except the power will be changed, or slightly amplified, the Toa Draconis masks are different than normal Kanohi's, and some of their Mask Powers have been amplified.http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=6015 ((The story))
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Little short story I wrote about a year or two ago about a Toa's fall to the dark side. This all takes place in my canon universe so there will be discrepancies. Oh well.-Janus Fallen Footsteps echoed loudly down the dimly lit corridor, causing the inhabitants of the adjacent cells to shy away from the doors from which they had clamored loudly but minutes before. With the heavy tread of an executioner the footsteps descended, each time the metal clod boot filling the air with fragments of stone and dust. Wary eyes watched from either side as the imposing figure made his way down the line, each breathing a sigh of relief as their cell was passed. Finally the footsteps ceased and there hung an uneasy silence in the air. It was this silence that at last awoke the prisoner from his reverie.Rubbing his bleary eyes to clear his mind of dreams that were not dreams and a reality that didn’t seem entirely real, the prisoner gazed around futilely. He knew as he always had that his cell was kept in perfect darkness, but he was keenly aware of a change. Something had happened and he wanted to know exactly what it was…and so he strained his eyes to pierce the veil of the darkness, seeking something that he did not know.“Toa.” A rough voice growled from beyond the shadows. The prisoner paused, his eyes flickering with confusion; was it talking to him? As if to affirm his suspicion the voice spoke again.“Toa, you’re going to get a little present today.” It muttered with dark humor, and as he blinked the prisoner saw a vision of a brutish and hunched form, covered in chains and jagged pieces of metal. He knew the voice who spoke to him, he just…didn’t. His memories were things of ether, constantly swimming in and out of his grasp. At times they were strong and solid, then all at once they would turn formless and he would be lost in a sea of fog. A barking laugh interrupted his thoughts.“Pathetic, really” The voice said smugly. “To think that you once caused us such problems…now you can’t even speak!” The prisoner stayed silent, knowing that he was being goaded. He’d been here long enough to know how the guards worked.There was a heavy grinding sound as the guard turned on his heel, the stones beneath his feet cracking loudly. Then the heavy footsteps began again, this time leaving the prisoner in his darkness. Fear momentarily flooded his body, piercing his limbs with a cold fire. Then as though a wave had washed over it, the flame faltered and died. This was his life now, he held no fear of death…they’d already made it apparent that he was not going to die.The steps ceased midway through their stride and he heard the grinding of the guard pivoting to face the isolated cell where he remained.“Oh. I almost forgot.” The guard growled with a malicious eagerness. “Your present.”The prisoner remained still as he waited. His mind and body had been tortured so many times that it no longer surprised him. In his minds eye he could still see the scars and burns that had been inflicted on him.“You get a very special visit from our leader himself…” the voice said. The prisoner paused, his entire body going rigid with shock as the words entered his ears.“The Shadowed One.” The guard whispered with reverence and fear. “I hope you’re up to it, Toa.The guard said nothing after that, instead continuing his trek from the bowels of the prison, but even if he had the prisoner wouldn’t have heard it. The Shadowed One. He knew that name, he knew that name in a way he couldn’t describe. As though all of his memories up until this point had been cleared away simply so that one name could be etched, imprinted…carved into the very fabric of his mind. For the first time in a long while the prisoner felt afraid.A heavy slam filled the corridor signaling the exit of the guard and almost instantly the screaming began. Some pleaded for help, others vowed revenge, still others simply cried with great wracking sobs that shook their frames. The prisoner took no notice of any of this. Long ago he had, long ago his heart had wept for each individual in the prison, long ago he had vowed to save them. He remembered that, or perhaps they let him remember that to punish him further, to make him suffer.The prisoner closed his eyes and leaned back against the cold stone wall, the dull ache of his muscles barely noticeable as cloudy visions filled his mind. He vaguely remembered life before he was imprisoned…he had brothers. Fellow Toa? His mind swam as strange distorted images appeared. He could only see dim outlines of his team in his mind, shadowy figures with nothing to define them…all except him. Though his name still danced out of reach the prisoner knew his face well. A golden Kanohi that rested upon his face and smug, condemning eyes: The Toa of fire who led them all to ruin. The Toa of fire who had abandoned him and left him to rot in this prison.The prisoner felt rage seeping through his body, igniting his blood and whirling through his already chaotic mind. He remembered him, and he would not forget the vow he had made so long ago.The prisoner rubbed his eyes wearily, his mind struggling to regain its focus, but it was too late: Fuzzy images of days long past appeared, as though conjured by some invisible sorcerer, and danced in the darkness of his mind.“Brother!” the prisoner looked around the confines of his cell, his wild eyes roving the ever-present darkness.“Brother! What you are suggesting is unacceptable!” the prisoner closed his eyes and found himself looking at a strange sight. The Toa of fire was arguing with another Toa, this one clad in dark armor that seemed to soak up the blackness of the night sky.“And why is that, brother?” The second Toa retorted, his sharp mask thrust before the face of the Toa of fire. “Whatever it takes to defeat the Dark Hunters, we should do.” He hissed. The golden armored Toa glanced downward at his fellow, his eyes calm.“Toa do not take lives, brother.” Was all that he said. Then, as though a heavy fog had descended, the figures of the two Toa vanished into darkness.Remaining still, the prisoner waited, breathing deeply. He knew that it wasn’t yet complete, that these things, whether they were memories or hallucinations did not simply appear and vanish…and so he waited.He didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as he had opened his eyes he realized something was wrong. No longer was he in the comforting confines of his dark cell. No, he stood amidst the walls of a tall canyon, its rough stone jutting high into the air and allowing only a scant amount of light to shine. Before him stood the same two Toa as before, somehow no more clear in the light of day than they had been in the shadows of night.“I cannot accept this plan, brother. If you choose this undertaking, you will be alone. I will not support you in this.” The Toa of fire spoke, his infuriatingly calm voice igniting the prisoner’s blood.“Fine.” The second Toa spat, his angled mask barely concealing the hate-filled look he shot toward his leader. “Then I’ll do it myself. I’ll end the threat myself.” Then, turning his back on the crimson Toa he unholstered his weapon and threw it to the ground.“You can keep this, brother.” He said angrily. “I don’t need it anymore.”Suddenly a blinding white light pierced through the vision, washing away the images of the two Toa’s argument and causing the prisoner to thrash in agony. The prisoner screamed as his hands clutched his mask, desperately trying to conceal his eyes from the painful light. He was so wrapped up in his pain that he didn’t even notice a voice was speaking to him.“Reminiscing, were you?” came a low gravelly voice, which while calm, held an edge like that of a knife. The prisoner slowly allowed his hands to fall from his mask as he opened his eyes. Blinking back tears he raised his head to look at his tormentor and found himself looking deep into the baleful eyes of the leader of the Dark Hunters: The Shadowed One.An unreadable look on his face, The Shadowed One stood just outside of the prisoner’s cell, only a small square opening revealing him. It was at this time that the prisoner realized just how small his cell had become—he remembered how expansive it had seemed when he first arrived, a massive catacomb that dwarfed him in size…he only imagined it was used for psychological tactics. But now it seemed so small, almost claustrophobic. Perhaps he was just too used to it?“I am talking to you, Toa. Why don’t you respond?” Came the voice of the Dark Hunter leader, and for once the prisoner relished the chance to see the face of who was speaking to him. To watch with rapt attention as the muscles moved beneath the surface of the skin, to see the way the eyes glowed as different syllables were pronounced. It was something he hadn’t seen for quite some time.“Come now, Toa, you haven’t broken. I know you.” The imposing figure said, his voice calm. “You’re stronger than that.” He said simply, his eyes boring into the prisoner’s own. Where once the prisoner had stared in captivation at his movements, he now found himself shrinking from the figure, his eyes flickering as his gaze darted about the room, desperate not to meet eyes with the towering figure.“You’ve taken everything I’ve had and more.” The Shadowed One said slowly, punctuating every word as he spoke. “You’ve taken tortures both mental and physical. Tortures beyond belief. And yet still you stand strong.” Tentatively the prisoner brought his head up, his eyes still unable to remain in one spot. He could not bring himself to look into those flaming eyes that had seen so much, but there was something about his voice, something sinuous and smoky, that crept into his hear and made him want to listen and hear what it was that was said.”Where has that proud spirit gone now?” The Shadowed One mused, his voice nearly a whisper. “When we first met you were full of righteous fury, bringing a whirlwind down upon this very island. Now you sit here in darkness and silence.” As he spoke the Shadowed One leaned in closer to the door, his voice turning to a hiss.“Surely you can do better.”At this the prisoner cocked his head to the side, his eyes taking on a far away look as he wrestled with his memories. In his minds eye he saw the Dark Hunter fortress jutting upward from the rock as the stormy sea raged all about it. He saw the small craft that he was on—and more importantly he saw that the maelstrom that was forming was about to break on the island.“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” The Shadowed One said his face once again unreadable and his voice barely above a hush. “It was just you and your whirlwinds, Toa.” The Dark Hunter spoke slowly, cocking his head to the side in remembrance. “You came to this very island fortress and unleashed power beyond our imagining. You stripped the land bare and shattered my compound” The prisoner turned his gaze to the figure outside of his cell, his eyes staring intently at his oppressor as if to say “Then why can’t I remember?”The Shadowed One narrowed his eyes and allowed the full power of his gaze to wash into the prisoner before him. “Because your mind is deteriorating. You’ve been alone in your own darkness for so long that reality and fantasy have merged. If I’d left you for one more day you would have snapped. ” The prisoner continued to stare into his captor’s eyes, his own eyes glowing brightly. ”That is no threat, Toa. Simply the truth, I’ve come to you for a reason.” The Shadowed One said smoothly, and the prisoner knew that his eyes held no word of a lie.“You see, Toa. I know all about you now. I’ve known for quite some time, but there was one thing I never understood.” The prisoner’s eyes flickered and he cocked his head to the side questioningly. The Shadowed One continued.“Revenge, Toa. I’ve been attacked by Toa many times in the past…but only once has it been a single Toa….Toa are supposed to work in teams, are they not? They’re supposed to support their own, are they not?” The Shadowed One let the silence fall heavy between the two of them, allowing the words he wasn’t saying to sink in.“In the rare times that I’ve dealt with a single Toa, his team would undoubtedly rescue him…or attempt it.” The Dark Hunter leader trailed off into silence, his perceptive eyes studying the prisoner for any change. The prisoner watched him with equal attention, betraying none of his thoughts.“And yet you’ve been here for over one thousand years, Toa. How is it that you sit here rotting and your leader is still glorified by Metru Nui?”The prisoner’s eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at The Shadowed One and he felt his entire body begin to tremble. For the briefest moment he wondered how The Shadowed One could possibly knew about him but soon the rage overtook him. The betrayer still lived?“I see that got a rise out of you. Good.” The Shadowed One said with a small smile. “However I’m not here to gloat. I’m here to extend an offer to you. Renounce the Toa and begin life anew as one of us.”The prisoner made a guttural sound reminiscent of a laugh, his vocal chords raw from disuse. With an unintelligible sound he looked toward the leader of the Dark Hunters.“It’s been ages since you’ve spoken, Toa. Try again..”“No.” The prisoner repeated, his voice harsh.“No?” The Shadowed One questioned, his eyes thoughtful. “Why not?”With a raw voice the prisoner responded, his weary face resolute.“I’m a Toa.”The Shadowed One’s face became unreadable and in a strangely sorrowful voice he spoke “Are you really, Nidhiki?” and with a single heaving pull he threw the door to the cell open, allowing the light of the prison to shine in. Now the prisoner saw why his cell had seemed so small…he had become….something. He couldn’t describe what exactly, but he looked in disgust at four bladed appendages that jutted from where his legs were supposed to be. Where once his hands had been there were now two large scissor-like blades that gleamed in the dim light. His entire body was twisted, contorted…whatever he may have been once, he was no Toa, not anymore.“The moment you renounced Lhikan, the moment that he in turn renounced you, you ceased to be a Toa. You only confirmed that with your next actions” In his mind Nidhiki saw the maelstrom descending on the Dark Hunter compound and saw himself at its head, directing the furious wind to tear into the heavily armored building…and those who defended it. He saw masks and weapons soaring through the air along with limp bodies.“You killed them, Nidhiki. When you came to this fortress all those many years ago you killed Dark Hunters…and if there’s one thing that I know about Toa it is this: They do not kill.” The beast that Nidhiki had become stared fiercely at The Shadowed One, its hateful eyes narrowed.“I do not know what you are, but you are no Toa. You made that choice long ago…I simply helped you.”“How?” the creature croaked, still acclimating itself to its new form.“The cell was specifically chosen for you, Nidhiki. Your own hate, your own loathing, and of course your incredibly powerful elemental control have all been being channeled back into you. Over the many years you’ve been here you’ve been in a chrysalis, only now emerging. You stand on the precipice of two lives.”The creature stared at the leader of the Dark Hunters, its face unreadable as memories of what it was once flashed through its head. It remembered Lhikan, and Naho, and Kualus. It remembered its brothers and sisters, it remembered fighting alongside them…but it also remembered that constant feeling of knowing that it…that he was different: That there was something that divided him from the rest of the Toa.He finally discovered what that was when Lhikan had captured a Dark Hunter who had been attacking Metru Nui. He remembered the rage running through him, remembered drawing his scythe and placing it across the Hunter’s throat…Unconsciously the creature raised one of its massive claws to its chest, still remembering where Lhikan had struck its former self, forcing it from the body of the Hunter. Inside of the beast, Nidhiki could still hear Lhikan’s words that day.“Are you mad, brother? We Toa have sworn an oath to never take the life of another!”The creature lowered its gaze to the ground, its mind whirling as it remembered its past life.“You said two lives?” it hissed, eyes still averted downward.“Yes.” Returned The Shadowed One “You have the potential for greatness, Nidhiki. The potential to be so much more than just a Toa—but you cannot become that until you let go of what you never were.”The creature that had been Nidhiki raised itself, looked into the face of the Shadowed One with baleful eyes. The leader of the Dark Hunters didn’t flinch, instead speaking softly.“It gives me no pleasure to do this, Nidhiki. This is but a means to an end…but it is a necessary end.”“What do you mean?” The creature shrieked“Just think, Nidhiki. Now you’re no longer bound by the code of a Toa, no longer constrained by their petty rules. If you let go of what was in your past you can grasp the future and use this newfound power.”“Power?” The creature spat. “I was a Toa!”“No, Nidhiki.” The Shadowed One said solemnly. “You never were, you always hungered for something greater, and while this may not have been the way you would have chosen it…” The Dark Hunter let his words linger in the air, allowing the creature to absorb them fully.The monster that Nidhiki had become raised its body high, its muscles rippling as it stepped out into the wide corridor of the prison. Smiling a cruel smile it emerged from its chrysalis and into a new life.“Become a Dark Hunter…?” it hissed thoughtfully. Deep inside the creature the prisoner saw memories of his past life merging into one. Fighting alongside Lhikan and Naho, defending Metru Nui from enemies, facing Dark Hunters in battle after battle after battle… he saw this all through the lense of another life, a life that could see the pointless nobility and foolish struggle--and it was with this that he saw that he had always been different, always had a different destiny.Inside the creature, the Toa that once was struggled briefly, trying to deny it, trying to say that he had been righteous. Hadn't he always defended the Matoran? Hadn't he always fought for Metru Nui? Hadn't he always upheld the code of the Toa? However all too soon these arguments evaporated like mist, and the Toa that never was ceased to be. Nidhiki finally understood that while he had played a part and acted the role of the noble protecter, he was never some shining beacon of light like the other Toa… and now he was somehow changed, something darker, something fallen.The creature that was Nidhiki smiled cruelly as it looked into the eyes of The Shadowed One.“Gladly.”
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On the island of Odina, a grand fortress once stood. It had been terrifying not only in size and complexity, but also in reputation and legend. But now, in its place a solitary figure stood instead. She could not help but observe the debris and wreckage with a smug air of superiority. In her clawed hand, she held a single stone tablet. It was titled "Black Diamonds": Some beings foolishly carry around the superstition that finding a black diamond is bad luck. I have means to prove why that belief holds true for everyone but me. You see, I am fortunate to have my own assembly of these 'black diamonds' at my disposal. And while they wreak havoc and ill fortune on others, never have they brought me sour luck, quite the contrary, in fact. Let me clarify.To be as cold as the Knowledge Tower crystals, and to be as dark as Karzahni's heart, to be as callous and unfeeling as a stone, yet brilliant and accurate like lightning; all of these can be attributed to a black diamond. Yet, at the same time, that description matches my Dark Hunters. Each agent on the roster, with his or her own history, found in the rough and brought to me by a twist of fate. Some came here as nothing more than clods of dirt, and others dull and lifeless. Training and lifestyle here doubtlessly cut and polished my Hunters individually, working them to perfection. Missions and operations carried out under my name can be fulfilled with me trusting that I'm being represented respectably. Agents can be showcased under my authority, making it known that the Dark Hunters are not a force to be overlooked. Perhaps the best thing about black diamonds is that they are nature's immortals, taking forever to form and an even longer forever to fade. Even though we are all mortal, our legacy is not. -The Shadowed One The figure dropped the tablet to the ground, watching silently as it shattered. She had a long, complicated history in which the Dark Hunters were entwined. It was almost revenge served sweet and cold, standing here in the remains of her enemy's stronghold. She only wished its fall had been by her doing. Although the one to whom she was speaking had no way of hearing her words, Roodaka spoke them regardless, as she crushed the shards of tablet beneath her heel."You fool. I thought everyone knew that black diamonds are nothing but coal."
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One of the purposes of writing this is to explain the past of the Skakdi with three in particular; Dronik; intelligent and scheming, but insane with a delight in seeing others in pain. Zaktan; the ruthless future self-appointed leader of the Piraka. Lupike; the "muscle" of the group and the most skilled in combat of the three. The story begins in the time before Makuta Spiriah's experiments on the Skakdi began. Together they are hired to steal important research from the Brotherhood regarding the Skakdi species. With the research information, the Skakdi species can be altered to become a powerful fighting force. While the research exists, the job itself is a set-up by the Dark Hunters to capture the three Skakdi for the reward placed on them by the Brotherhood. Should they succeed, the Dark Hunters gain important information and the reward for the Skakdi's capture. Should they fail; the Dark Hunters merely gain the reward. However, the three succeed in stealing the research, but Dronik, not wanting to split the profits, betrays Zaktan and Lupike. Lupike is believed to be dead and Dronik and Zaktan are captured, but before his capture, Dronik destroys the research. The Dark Hunters receive the reward placed on the Skakdi. Dronik is sent to Makuta Sinosis for the extraction of any information the Skakdi might remember from the research. Finding nothing and intruiged by the Skakdi's love for inflicting pain on others, Makuta Sinosis teaches Dronik the ways of torture and interrogation then sells him to the Dark Hunters. Without the fundamental research, Spiriah's experiments on the Skakdi species fail and he is exiled. Zaktan is sent to work in a proto mine until he is later found and recruited by the Shadowed One. Lupike wakes to find himself on the shores of Kamas Nui with a badly fragmented memory and no recollection of how he got there. The Skakdi is found by the local Matoran and amazingly enough, becomes a leading figure on the island, forming an impressive Matoran military. Just after the Great Cataclysm and the start of the Brotherhood/ Dark Hunter, reports of the death of Makuta Sinosis reach the Dark Hunters and a team of Dark Hunters is sent to investigate. Dronik, having been trained by the Makuta, is made a part of the team. After several confrontations with the island's new Toa team, Dronik is captured and he and Lupike meet. The encounter restores Lupike's memories and Dronik reveals the knowledge that he, Lupike, and Zaktan were actually the first and only Skakdi to be altered through the process described by the research they had stolen so many years ago. He continues to relate how they had killed the Makuta who mutated them and escaped, leaving only the research information as any clue to the Makuta's experiments. The Brotherhood placed a bounty on the three Skakdi for killing a Makuta without realizing their value. Matuka Sinosis having faked his death and infiltrated the Matoran society, overhears Dronik's story and reveals himself to capture the two Skakdi and reverse-engineer the mutation process. However, through the combined forces of the Toa Kamas and the Dark Hunter team, the Makuta is stopped and killed. I'd appreciate any thoughts on this, especially towards any possible conflicts with the canon story. Thanks!
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What I Stand For By: Grant-Sud If you believe you can sway me, if you think you can push me down, if fate itself has written it will lend a hand towards my fall, if you assume your lies will break me, if you assume your truth will shatter me, if what I represent you say is weak, if who I protect you claim will abandon me … and if you succeed in killing me? You are still wrong. I will keep standing. The Dark Hunter stood with his back against the wall of his prison cell, his eyes opened and sharp. He hadn’t moved in an hour and kept his arms crossed. He was silent and reflecting. And even though he was a prisoner, the caged being wasn’t afraid.Tension hadn’t built up in his muscles since he had chosen to remain still. His body was strangely relaxed. On the outside, beyond his hold, the smell of the ocean which seeped its scent through the walls was strangely comforting despite the circumstances.The grime that was rubbing against his shoulders however, from the dampness of the stone walls and the algae built up over time was degrading to the assassin. After all, a real prison should be kept uniform.The small cell contained one bunk and a table made of steel. The walls were hand crafted, built from grey stones of different shapes and varying sizes. It was dark as the cell offered no built in lights, the room being lit only during the day from the afternoon sun. Unlike the walls however, the door was made of durable protosteel, with a see-through ten by twelve glass pane.While he was impressed with the material of the door, he wasn’t with the means of observation. There were no cameras or other seeable ways for his captors to monitor him. He narrowed his eyes and shifted them, glaring at the table in anger. His abilities did not include vision powers, but anyone under the glare would have assumed he was about to activate them. Silently he calculated how to use it as a weapon or a shield against basic attacks. Even against energy blasts, the table would hold durably.He stood on the left side of the cell, his bed on the right. To his left, he ignored to the best of his ability, the luxury he had never before been given while under captivity. Not once.A small, four barred window.And that, that one lone “window of opportunity”, was what always corrected his former assumptions about his prison, what always reaffirmed him of his true situation.There was no escaping this cell.No prison gives such an easy exit to a Dark Hunter. They left a bed for comfortable resting and a table that could be used as a weapon and other conveniences. Karzahni, even his prison walls were breakable and could be dug through over a period of time.But when he realized how calm they were, about letting him have fresh air? That’s when he knew they weren’t concerned about him escaping. They were so confident that if he attempted an escape, he would fail. And yes, the window mocked him and dared him to try. In reality, it tormented him beyond any other form of torture – and he had endured much of that over the course of his life.It was tortuous because if he did stay, it was to stay on death row.How many times he had fought mentally with himself not to smash through those bars and embark on that flight of escape. Because he could break free if he choose too.Equally, he knew they were just waiting for such a move.He was trapped right on the edge of freedom. They never gave him an inch more.That’s when he had come to realize, that his captors were not good or great at their work. No, simply put, they were professionals.The open ocean stretched far beyond his range of sight from that small opening, the salty and fresh smell of life filling his lungs. It was another reason so much algae was able to thrive so easily and what kept his cell constantly moist.He tried to ignore the outside calmness and sweetness, though a pleasant feeling, because it filled him equally with dread.He had never been captured by the Order of Mata Nui before, much less ever faced one of their members. The affiliate’s swiftness and surprisingly brutal attacks had honestly thrown him off guard. Expectations were for the battle to be like dueling against a Toa.That had been his first mistake, and the Dark Hunter was not arrogant to the fact. When he failed, he made sure he knew it.Their battle had been in an open area, filled with civilians in a city known for selling its weapons. Meeting his future captor had been a unique experience. His opponent had stood in front of him, staring him down, showing no room for sympathy or cheap tactics. The Dark Hunter had been wearing a handmade, now overused and slightly tattered, robe. It had been given to him – not stolen – by a small Ko-Matoran settlement to the south. With four words, he revealed his intentions, the words still ringing silently in his mind. They were ones of purpose, as though Mata Nui himself had decreed it should be done.‘You are under arrest.’It wasn’t spoken as something that was bound to be. It was a fact. A piece of foreseen future placed in the unmovable timeline. And yes, even now he knew how true those words were, as there he was, trapped in his cell waiting to die.He remembered how he had given a look of unconcern and turned to the right instantly, not amused. He felt the heat of the blast, before actually seeing it, burn a hole through his traveler’s robe.Anyone who knew him well, which was a very few number of beings, knew he wasn’t a fighter unless he needed to be. And that had been his moment. His life had been threatened, and he would not surrender so willingly.It had taken an hour for the two to grow weary, he recalled. The battle had thrashed itself across the city, energy blasts destroying buildings in the wake, Matoran and other natives had been harmed. It had been a fair fight, but the Order of Mata Nui member would not falter. In the final moments the Dark Hunter had unleashed an explosion of energy from his body, instead of simply through his palms; ability he had kept hidden. His enemy had fallen to the earth with a thud, half his body disintegrated and smoking.He hadn’t smirked when he turned away, as some Dark Hunters would, just frowned at the unnecessary damage that was sure to trace back to him. That’s when he had made another mistake, rule number one in fact. He had failed to make sure his enemy was dead. He just never expected one of their members to thrive so hard on completing a mission.They were like Dark Hunters in a way.Regeneration was a clever power, and a stasis field trapped him into unconsciousness the next moment. He couldn’t remember anything afterward.The Dark Hunter had awoken in his cell with his energy drained. He had been able to regain the strength in his legs to stand, though his energy and abilities had yet to return. It wasn’t surprising that the Order of Mata Nui could allow this sort of mental inhibitor to be stuck to him. It might have even something to do with the prison’s structure.Or maybe it was permanent.The prison wasn’t as depressing as some of the previous ones he had been in. Even the seemly gloomy fog that tinted his air, seeable by the night’s low glow, was simply a natural satisfying effect from the ocean.He was utterly calm, even if his powers weren’t working. That was a strange feeling to have.That didn’t make sense of course. Well, maybe it did since he was awaiting his execution.An Execution, he thought and chuckled at the dark irony, after all the years spent in the organization, I don’t die on a mission, or get stabbed in the back; something easy without pain or worry. No my destiny is to die, with the slow and fully confronted knowledge that the choices I made were the wrong ones, and what I’ve done will be repaid.The Dark Hunter slowly slid down to the floor of his cell. He closed his eyes. It was then he felt truly tired, his lean form suddenly shaken and the eyes behind his Kanohi dimming.Death was on the approach. How much time did he have left?As his hand brushed to the floor in odd exhaustion, he gently nudged a sharp rock which had chipped away from the wall. Without glancing at the tool, he picked it up and raised it to his eyes. It was lean, smooth. A Po-Matoran would consider it perfect for carving.In some distant memory, he could recall a sprout of anger that he unleashed upon the wall during one of his many days here. His fist had clipped the stone.He wasn’t a writer, no poet, and had never been a Chronicler before.But he would leave something behind. He deserved to be heard, just once.Hours would slip away, his movement unorganized as he etched into the rock walls his tales and the tales of others.“We, who had no past, had no place or destiny; that was why we chose to accept the missions no one else could do. We had no homes or even purpose. So we found them ourselves. Our deeds may have been immoral, but I do not regret them. We formed civilizations, brought rulers to their knees and plunked the flower from its roots so that a new one could grow. Don’t blame us because the petals fell upon the ground… What would have happened had the Makuta been allowed to take control, or if the six warlords themselves had reined their tyrannical position over us? Do not judge us, for some of you created us.”He wrote the tales of his companions, how they could only look over their shoulders or toward the next mission. How they could only take lives swiftly without emotion, because if you thought about it for too long sleep would abandon you for weeks. How they joined the Dark Hunters, because their homes were gone or lost or rejected by or to them. How some just couldn’t trust in the absent Mata Nui, blind Matoran, constricting Toa, the pompous Makuta and all the other species who surrendered to a fate not meant for them.He wrote about how his friend Ptero, the most skillful flier he had ever known, had lived in the tallest of mountains to watch over his city, before the Rahkshi came to annihilate his people. The Toa had blamed him once they had finally arrived, assuming his madness had been the cause.He wrote about how the Skakdi that wouldn’t look you in the eye had came to be a violent rampaging monster, set for the Shadowed One to unleash at any time. How his own kind had drugged him to control his temper, until he couldn’t take the mental abuse anymore.He wrote about the Toa of Fire with no name. How his entire team betrayed city. How they sold them out for the Xia market. How he hunted and slaughtered them for the lives they ruined.And it felt like only a moment had flashed before him. Then he was done. The room was scribbled with writings some overlapping each other. The Dark Hunter stood in the middle of it, rereading what he had carved and looked on satisfied.The rapping of his door dragged him out of his trance.“Excavate, against the wall.” The muddled sound pierces through the protosteel door.Excavate aligned himself to the wall as the door opened. The powerful silver armored being stood with a mighty Axe strapped across his back side.“Are you ready?”He was. And it was interesting because he held no fear. Even at this moment, when it was about to all come to an end.To immediate surprise, this felt welcoming.Someone was calling him, someone he could recollect a vague memory of.With a few steps he stood outside the door, prepared and firm in completing this final task. He had no desire to look back at the drawings and writings.The two beings walked down the hallway, Axonn motioning to the Ce-Matoran waiting in the corner. She knew already of her duty, to scrub off all unnecessary debris left by the caged. She entered the cell swiftly. And what she saw, she wouldn’t reveal to the souls of the Order of Mata Nui. Even if she removed it without hesitance, she read it.The writing deserves some sort of decency, she reasoned while her eyes skimmed over the words, yet soaking it in just the same. Still silently trying to shake the unsettling melancholy brought on after erasing it all, she repacked her supplies for her next assignment. Her feelings were disturbed, doubting, and above all, nagging remorse over such a being who also deserved a little more.END----Original Post(I honestly don’t know what I was trying to write here, but I felt like writing something with angst and I don’t even think I got that right lol. I have to say I’ve been dying to write about my character Excavate for a while now and after Black Diamond and Heartbeats I was finally able to get a little inspiration so thanks you guys. I know there are probably a lot of grammar mistakes but I’ll get to that later.)New PostA previous story of mine and now prologue to an epic titled Second Chance. I do hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are much appreciated. =D
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Great Beings, Other Mu Races, And Marendar
fishers64 posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & Theories
The objective of the Great Beings was to repair Spherus Magna. Now they want their newly reformed planet cleaned of all their repair robots and the Agori's world restored to normal. Why, then, do they start by attacking Toa? Why is Marendar, the being that kills Toa, free? Do the Great Beings even know about the other beligerant races ( Vortixx, Dark Hunters, Skakdi, etc) on Spherus Magna? Do they even appreciate the fact that the Toa are the only protection for the Agori against these races easily taking them over and making them their slaves? (The Golden Being and/or the Shadowed One could easily stomp the Glatorian) I'm tempted to think that that they do not because they don't even know that Matoran are sentient, less that other beings that are sentient and out to get them?Marendar escaped, yes. But why was he even on Spherus Magna if he was in the last stage of the repair robot wipeout plan, after all the other races had been removed. They knew that he could sense Toa, knew that if enough Toa were nearby that he would escape. They created him to find Toa and eliminate them. Unless they were complete and total fools, they should have kept him away from Toa until they knew what they were doing.It seems the Great Beings do not care about the welfare of the Agori (and we all know that the robot's purpose was to restore Spherus Magna and improve their welfare) or they are ignorant of the danger the other MU races pose. It would also seem that they aren't capable of destroying the other MU races without mass uproar, and have decided that removing one race is better than none, while ignoring the fact that that one race is vital to the welfare of all the peaceful persons on that planet.And it isn't really causing much trouble, either, and probably won't...
