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  1. www.catalystwebcomic.com BIONICLE: Catalyst is a personal/self-indulgent project of freelance artist Lady Kopaka/Susannah L. A rewrite of the G1 BIONICLE ending. In an alternate universe, it focuses on the heroes and villains of the Matoran Universe. Makuta has won, Mata Nui seemingly vanished, allies are scattered, and demise is imminent. Tensions run high as the fate of their universe rest in broken hands. - PAGES - ARTWORK: 2014/2015 CHARACTER CONCEPTS/ROUGHS: COMIC TEST PAGES: 2016+: BIONICLE © LEGO | Catalyst and related artworks © Susannah Livengood
  2. Yeah i don't think anyone doesn't know about Corpus Rahkshi by now, it's pretty fun, Anyway here's one of my rahkshi, she's awful. Bonus Human Rose cuz i'm boring. (you think with how much i draw i'd make more art topics here but i guess bionicle is just harder to draw? huh)
  3. These are really just redesigns of the old designs, except for Hahli, she stayed basically the same. Basically just tell me what you think of them.
  4. Some recent art, since I think my last 'official' topic died. Click the thumbnails for the large image. This is a somewhat final design of my human Zaktan for my AU. There's a pretty cool story as to why he doesn't look as 'monstrous' as the rest of his species, but I'm shy to share it. Kiina. I'm not very proud of the wonky anatomy, but just gotta practice. Sorry about the misspelling. A page from the scene in 'Time Trap'. Was testing the waters for comicking. I wish I could do a large scale HB comic series. Hafu being....Hafu. For the Journey to One contest. I wasn't able to enter due to health and time, but this is as far as I got. Done for friends for their Bionicle AU. She's part of some cult and purposely has blinded herself in pursuit of enlightenment. Quick sketch of a earth toa that I did for a group project. Secret Santa gift for Master Inika! It's Kopeke. A mix of movie and set style.
  5. Tried tackling some human-ish Protector designs with Korgot and Vizuna. Most Okotans adorn themselves with face and bodypaint; each tribe has its own unique pattern. (might dump some other bionicle related art if anyone's interested)
  6. I’ve been struggling to come up with designs for the new versions of the Toa, but then I finally got inspired. They're Mesoamerican-inspired instead of Polynesian. (Except for Pohatu, he's an Aborigine) Gali's chestplate pattern is now on her necklace, and I made the mask into an eagle warrior-style helmet.The spikes on the kaukau reminded me of an axolotl’s gills, so her helmet and armor is based off of one. All six Toa have a gauntlet on their right hand. They can use it to summon their armor and weapons for battle so they don't have to carry them around all the time. Convenient. Also I just realized that everyone but Kopaka is barefoot. Maybe the Toa need to be connected to their element, and shoes can block the absorption of natural energies? Sure let's go with that. As for Kulta, I imagined him as a sorcerer type. Once an Okotan high priest who oversaw burial rites, Kulta now uses his necromancy for selfish gain and refuses to let the departed rest. The face paint he wears is made from powdered bone, this is why he is known as the Skull Grinder. Though his army is formidable, the souls he commands are trapped in weakened, decaying forms. He desires the mask of Creation so he can use its power to form new bodies to place his bound souls in. Though he commands a skeleton army, he is not undead himself (or at least he looks less decayed). I still need to come up with a full body design, but for now here's his head. The black and orange skin is what he might look like after absorbing the power of too many elemental masks.
  7. Here's my version of Takua and his trusy crab Pewku. Takua is wearing face paint because he's SUPPOSED to be at the Kohlii match already, but of course his curiosity gets the better of him. I wonder what he's looking at... Here's the link to my deviantart for a bigger picture: http://skygazer17.deviantart.com/art/Chronicler-470579602
  8. I didn't slip Original Colour Original Sketch A rather quick rendering of Kopaka humanized, drawn with Copic markers & gouache. Enjoy! So, I've finally done it! After years of refusing to draw Bionicles, I finally gave in... Koolpak's always been my favourite, so it was only natural that it'd be him. A big thanks to EandPi2333 for letting me fuse his version of Kopaker with this guy (I had to start somewhere )!
  9. (I thought this was unique enough for its own topic) I haven't seen a lot of humanized Kaita, and the ones I have didn't really seem imposing or powerful enough. So I made my own. Kaita are the result of three Toa merging their physical and mental energies into a single form. Tahu, Onua, and Pohatu form Akamai the Volcano, and Gali, Lewa, and Kopaka form Wairuha the Storm. The color of a Kaita's eyes determine which personality is currently dominant. It is also possible for six Toa to merge into a Toa Nui, but the mental and physical strain is immense. Akamai wields a giant hammer. Tahu's sword forms the handle, and Onua's claws and Pohatu's boomerangs form the head. Akamai is able to control the temperature of earth; melting and solidifying it at will. Wairuha wields a halberd. Kopaka's spear forms the handle, Lewa's axe forms one blade, and Gali's hooks form the other. Wairuha is able to control the temperature of water; melting, freezing, and evaporating it at will. They are very large at about 18 feet, and the multiple arms of a Kaita allow them to wield melee weapons and elemental powers at the same time.
  10. A few Matoran designs for my Binacle re-imagining. Yes, all Matoran are children. I know some people don't like that idea but I saw the Matoran-Toa-Turaga cycle as the natural aging of the species and ran with it. Plus I had to keep the height difference between them and the Toa. Because Mata Nui is a pre-industrial tropical society, pants and shoes are rare. The Onu-Matoran are the only tribe that wears something resembling "modern" clothing. Kotu is way smaller than she should be, and the last three were random designs that I ended up applying to specific characters. I tried to give each tribe their own unique style of clothing so a viewer can tell which element a Matoran is, even in grayscale.
  11. More stuff for my organic re-imagining of bonkles. Because the tribes of Bara Magna don't have gender limitations, you can have ladies in any element. Each tribe has differing styles of dress based on climate and social class. Fire Tribe - The fashions of Vulcanus are based on Roman attire. Fire Agori usually wear draping garments in shades of red and orange. The upper class usually adorn themselves with gold trinkets and jewelry. The people of the Fire Tribe range from fair to light brown in skin tone and usually have light brown or red hair. Jungle Tribe - The clothes of Tesara are based on the traditional garments of Central American and Central African tribes. Jungle Agori wear light fabrics in all shades of green decorated with bold patterns. Some women may go topless as the tribe doesn't really have a nudity taboo. Both men and women wear large chunky rings, bracelets and earrings. The people of the Jungle Tribe have red-brown skin and black hair. Ice Tribe - The fashions of Iconox are based on Northern European attire. Ice Agori wear thick and insulated fabrics and animal skins in shades of blue and white, and their clothes are usually lined with fur. When outside they always wear a coat or cloak. The people of the Ice Tribe are fair skinned with blond hair. Water Tribe - The clothes of Tajun are based on Greek attire (with a bit of Egyptian mixed in). Water Agori wear togas and dresses in all shades of blue that are usually made from water-resistant fabric. More wealthy Agori like to adorn themselves with silver jewelry or pearls. The people of the Water Tribe are medium brown or olive-skinned and have dark brown hair. Skrall - All Skrall clothing is deep black, an odd choice in the desert. Their garments are patterned with a caste color. In the case of female Skrall, this is blue. As the species lacks hair, many female Skrall who live in an Agori village wear headdresses or wigs to keep up with beauty standards.
  12. hey you guys I have a incurable intense desire to design the characters as human. It's super fun to be creating the cultures, how everyone looks, costumes, and more. LATEST ART: (updated 11/24) 2014 OLD ART (click the thumbnail for the larger picture) TOA NUVA [outdated designs] OTHER Just a note, while I love critique, don't bother with the old art. It's yucky, outdated to myself and designs of the characters. Just thought you guys might enjoy seeing it. I will accept your opinions on how to change their appearances or costumes, though. If you guys have any suggestions on who I should design, let me know!
  13. Everyone's favorite Le-Matoran! Also included a human version because I can't draw canon barnacles, plus I've never really found Matoran humanizations that I've liked. They're not short enough.
  14. Here is my interpretation of THIS SCENE in the Mask of Light movie. I love making my own interpretations of characters! I originally posted this on Deviantart and Tumblr but there's not a whole lot of Bionicle fans there, so I thought I would share it with you all! I tried to incorporate each character's original design, mask and colors. I always pictured Jaller as having dirty blonde hair. He keeps it short because it's a requirement in Ta-Koro's guard. His necklace has the fire emblem and his shoulder armor has the Unity, Duty, Destiny symbol. For Hahli, I wanted to incorporate the greenery of Ga-Koro into her outfit. Here she is wearing a traditional Ga-Matoran dress because she is proudly representing Ga-Koro in the Kohlii tournament in Ta-Koro. Her face paint and high cheekbones resemble her Kanohi mask, and the designs on her dress are similar to the ones on the gate at Ga-Koro's entrance. I always pictured her as petite and spunky with choppy hair, with dark skin like a Pacific Islander. I really like how Vakama's design turned out. He's not your typical wise old guru. I feel like he was always the Turaga who you could always immediately sense that he went on many adventures in life, hence the beard and stylish ponytail. And lastly, Takua, my favorite! I'll have to do more of him! I wanted to make him look young and adventurous, with crazy wild hair! This is also on Deviantart and Tumblr!
  15. I had no scanner, these photos were taken with my phone. All of them, yay! Macku, for those who can't tell that it's a blu chick. Kopeke, for those who can't hear him saying "My name is Kopeke". Taipu & Hafu, Taifu & Hapu, Haifu & Tafu, for those who don't know who is who, like me. Takua, for those who are too blinded by the light to see that he's blue, red and yellow. Kapura, for those who is scrolling down this page too fast to see who it is. Tamaru, for those who can't read Matoran. Made these yesterday after I've thought about how awesome all these guys were, I also accidentally started shipping Taipu and Hafu when researching all the characters. I'm so sorry, BZP. I like these designs, but I'm not too sure about my skills in general, constructive feedback would be appreciated. On my tumblr, if you want to reblog it.
  16. Bonkles has re-consumed my mind over the past 4 months. During that time I made too many fanarts. I've had an idea for an alternate universe/retelling of Bionicle in an organic universe for a while, but I could never make designs I was happy with. And no, it's not like Digimon Frontier. If it's like anything, it's Avatar TLA. Mostly because Avatar implemented the concept of elemental powers in such a natural way that I can't imagine them being used differently. Toa are kind of Avatars themselves, if the Avatar could only bend one element, and there were 6 of them. Don't wanna ramble too much, but I want to focus on the fantasy parts of Bonkles and not the sci-fi ones. After the Rakhshi/Mask of Light arc, we go straight to Bara Magna. I loved Metru Nui, but having a 3 year long flashback really broke up the story's flow. I was lost for years, man. Mata Nui's people are bright, colorful, and tribal. I tried to give each elemental region its own style of dress. Ta-Koro is Hawaiian, Ga-Koro is Fijian/Filipino, Le-Koro is Mesoamerican, Ko-Koro is Inuit, Po-Koro is North Africa/Australia, and Onu-Koro is Central Africa. The Matoran of Metru Nui are based on some of the world's classical ancient cities. The Makuta don't actually have physical forms, they're still clouds of shadow energy bound to a suit of armor. Both Gorast and Teridax are inhabiting the bodies of posessed Matoran. Also I'm moving Gorast from Karda Nui to Mata Nui, because lack of females. She's Teridax's second in command and does his dirty work while he's still sealed inside the Mask of Shadows. Tahu - http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/328/0/5/tahutorsoliq_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfo3s.png Gali - http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/6/6/galifullbodybg_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnvh.png Gali 2 - http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/7/9/gm_portraitliq_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnuf.png Lewa - http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/227/f/d/_lewa__by_sailorquaoar-d6ibyt9.png Matoran (s) - http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/a/1/matorans_designs_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnzq.png Makuta (s) - http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/3/f/makutas_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnyv.png Gorast - http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/e/9/gorastbg_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnu5.png Mutated Gorast - http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/0/e/mutatedgorastwip_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfqbf.png Roodaka- http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/328/0/8/organicroodaka_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnw7.png Zaktan - http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/273/6/e/organic_zaktan___anatomy_by_sailorquaoar-d6oq5bz.png Bohrok - http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/226/e/7/organic_bohrok_by_sailorquaoar-d6i6tb1.png Tahu and Gahlok - http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/d/8/moreunfinisheddoodles_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfrgr.png Metru Nui Matoran - http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/328/c/3/vakama_humanconcepts_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfsat.png Artakha and Matoran Assistant - http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/9/b/artahka_humanized_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfsh9.png In contrast, Bara Magna is weathered and battered. Desert punk meets sword and sandal meets Dune, the Glatorian and Agori are mostly Greco-Roman inspired. Because they have no elemental powers, they have normal hair colors. Hesta is a fan character I guess. Because lack of females, again. She was a Fire Tribe Glatorian before an injury forced her to retire. You can never truly retire on Bara Magna however, so she still offers protection as a living. She fought alongside Ackar in the arena, and she's someone of an "old flame" of his. dohoho. (and no, I don't really like Ackar as a character, I just thought it might be interesting to have a female warrior who is not only older, but of the "leader" element.) Her weapon is a spear topped with a Tuurahk staff head. The Skrall are an Agori subspecies that has adapted to living underground, posessing infrared vision and low body heat. They have a somewhat hive-like structure, with each class specialized for different tasks. Their weapons and armor are carved from the sharp obsidian that lines the planet's caves. And no, the women were not granted psychic powers by a Great Being. We are not even going there. Mata Nui - http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/0/4/organicmatanuiliq_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnwu.png Skrall - http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/328/4/5/organicskrall_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfny0.png Hesta - http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/328/2/b/hesta_glatorianliq_by_sailorquaoar-d6vfnsz.png
  17. Falling The last time Hahli had closed her eyes, she had awoken to a nightmare. She had seen the Realm of Karzahni, a place from the depths of legend. It was said that the greedy and selfish were sent there to be repaired into hard-working individuals. Few returned, however, for Karzahni was mad, and was just as likely to rebuild them as freakish monsters.The Elders Hahli knew and trusted had soothed their peoples fears of Karzahni, assuring them that the story was a silly old myth, told long ago to frighten lazy workers. She had heard many such silly old myths serving as Chronicler of Metru Nui, a once-great city that had been devastated by treachery. Her people had been exiled a millennia before, but they had returned at last to rebuild their civilization and preserve its legacy. Their celebration quickly turned to frenzy. Buildings needed to be reconstructed, transportation systems need to be restored, defenses need to be installed, statues needed to be erected, and silly old myths need to be recorded, all in the name of prosperity.Metru Nui had been protected by seven heroes, called Toa Nuva, each wielding Elemental Powers. However, six of the seven had been sent by the Elders to the island of Voya Nui, on a mission rumored to be vital to all life in the universe. The Toa did not return, and in their absence, mistrust of the Elders had built. As Chronicler, Hahli had been recruited by Jaller, Captain of the Guards, as part of a team to journey to Voya Nui, to offer aid to their heroes - and prove a point to the Elders.Their expedition had traveled too close to the Realm of Karzahni. The ancient being had captured them with twisted glee, for so few had been sent to his Realm recently. He had sent them to laborious and often pointless work throughout his Realm while he prepared to experiment on them. Calling them back together, he had demonstrated his ability to conjure terrifying illusions from the very fears of his prisoners, but when he looked into the mind of Jaller, he saw the devastation of a world without Toa, and became so overwhelmed by the vision that they had escaped. The team found six Toa Canisters, sleek metal transports that could take them to their destination. Hahli climbed into hers and closed her eyes, breathing deeply, telling herself to trust the Canister to take her wherever she needed to go. ~ Traveling in a Toa Canister removes all sensation. The experience is compared to a deep sleep, although one usually wakes up from such a journey cramped and sore. They sacrifice comfort for automatic piloting and a nearly invulnerable transport.Hahli yawned and tried to stretch her legs, but froze when she heard the sound of her feet crashing against the Canister wall. Her feet were too close to the front, but she could see in the dim Canister that her head was only a few feet away from the back...Cautiously, she squirmed in place, trying to gather an idea of what had happened. She was taller, but that was a relatively small change compared to the rest. Her armor was gone, replaced with a far lighter, multi-layered armor she doubted could protect her from a slingshot. Her mask had gone with it - although she remembered Karzahni had taken her mask, he had then given her a different one as a replacement. Now, that had vanished, replaced with long strands of something brown sprouting from her head. She had changed into some sort of fleshy mutant, her body purely biological and absent of any mechanical components. Having never seen an animal without armor, she suddenly feared that she had been mutated into a plant.At length, she decided that she wasnt going to get any answers in the Canister. She opened the massive Canister lid, bracing herself for the unknown; little was known about Voya Nui. But it couldnt be worse than the Realm of Karzahni, could it?The Canister had landed on a small, rocky beach, dotted with tall weeds. She could clearly hear the wind and the crashing waves behind her. It was cloudy, but the light still made Hahli squint. Standing in front of her, leaning casually on a bolder jutting out from grass and sand, was a similarly pinkish figure. He was wearing light armor, as she was, in the form of a dark grey jacket and pants, a white shirt, and a blue tie scattered with white music notes. The growths on his head were much shorter, and partially covered by a grey fedora. Hahli opened her mouth, but gagged on her new tongue, allowing the figure to speak first."I went through almost the same thoughts as you did," the figure said, "But being a plant hadnt occurred to me," He spoke with the lightheartedness of an old friend, but it only perplexed Hahli further. He couldnt know what she was thinking, unless..."Kanohi Suletu," he said, his smile widening, "Mask of Telepathy,""Kongu!" exclaimed Hahli, relief filling her. Kongu was another of Jaller's company, energetic and lighthearted. Their party had found a damaged Kanohi Suletu, and Kongu had decided to keep it. She ran to him, but she was still uncoordinated in her new body, and stumbled, falling right into his arms. She laughed at herself, and hugged him."I suppose I wanted to reassure you," he said, nervousness creeping into his voice, "And I dont want you to panic, but..."Gently but firmly, he pushed Hahli back, and locked eyes with her. His eyes were a light blue-grey, but he didnt look at her with the happiness Hahli had expected."I'm sorry, Hahli. But I'm not Kongu," he told her.She stepped further away from him, embarrassment filling her. She and Kongu had never been close, but after all that had happened since they left Metru Nui, all that was still happening, she had been thrilled to think she was with someone so familiar. Now, her initial fear returned, her mind spinning, trying to make sense of her transformation. It made her dizzy.The mind-reader stared on, helplessly. "I dont know what to tell you," he admitted, "My name is Krakua, Toa of Sonics,""Sonics..." she whispered, not understanding, still dazed in the fog of her mind.Krakua slowly spread his arms. Hahli stared at him, clueless what he was doing, when she realized that the sounds of the beach had disappeared. Sonics, he sighed, as though lost in nostalgia, closing his eyes and smiling at the peace. Hahli heard a low humming, and watched his hands rise and lower along with the new sound. He strung together a simple melody, and quickly began to build it. Hahli was dumbstruck; the music she was familiar with was entirely traditional, featuring little innovation. In a thousand years of exile, her people had never produced something as ornate as what Krakua appeared to be composing on the spot, nothing that she had heard; although, she realized, Kongus village had always been known for its music, and on her first and only visit there she had been greeted by a performance. The villagers had piped and drummed out a fast beat for dancing and celebration, without the need for an occasion. It hadnt been nearly as complex, but Hahli had laughed and danced with the villagers, delighted by their show. Krakuas song, meanwhile, waved and wove, sounding lovely and almost haunting. It was beautiful, certainly, but it didnt bring her that elation brought on by simpler, upbeat music. The two didn't really compare.Hahli grew calm. She really did see something of Kongu in Krakua, something that went deeper than the mask they wore. They were both musical, and through their music, Hahli could see the sort of people they were. She heard their soul in their song, and that was reassuring."I'll take that as a compliment," Krakua grinned, bringing his music to a halt.Hahli jumped, having already forgotten that he could hear her thoughts. "Oh, I like it," she told him a little too quickly, immediately wondering if that was being too friendly.Krakua chuckled. "You trust me?" he asked her.And, without speaking a word, Hahli told him that she did. They both grinned."Heh, good," Krakua laughed. He grew serious, saying, "Because I think I know what happened to your friends,""Don't worry, they're safe!" he blurted, sensing her worry, "But they're far away, Hahli. I'm sorry,""They arrived safely. But when they emerged from their Canisters, they had changed,"Hahli nodded along, looking at the spread of her new fingers."Not like us, actually," Krakua clarified, "I dont know what this is all about. They kept their armor. But it was new armor. Toa armor,"She stared at Krakua, expecting yet another twist. Instead, he stared back, his eyes meeting hers, apologetically. The concept of Jaller, Kongu, and the rest as Toa was ... unbelievable. She had known them all her life. It wasn't had news, really, but she was quickly realizing the implications..."It was destiny, I suppose," Krakua went on, "No one's figured out how they transformed so far. But the world needed heroes. The old Toa, the Toa Nuva, had failed. Although they survived too!" he added quickly, "But the Toa Mahri, Jaller's team, they succeeded,""They saved, the universe, Hahli," he finished, gently."Without me," Hahli whispered, her voice cracking.Krakua nodded glumly. "I didn't hear about a missing teammate - But I'm sure theyre worried!" he explained, "I just assumed it was a team of six, didn't pay attention to the details, sorry. Caught Jaller's name ... Kongu sounds familiar ... was there an Onepu...?"Krakua trailed off, not expecting an answer. He bowed his head and tuned out Hahli's thoughts for the moment. Almost immediately, he felt the itch to check again. He had grown used to the Suletu, and for good reason. He had lived as an outsider among his people before it had come into his life. There were numerous reasons, but first and foremost, it had been because he couldn't pick up on the emotions of those around him. People had been unpredictable. So he had kept to himself, humming made-up songs and working alone when possible. When he spoke, he had usually been reprimanded for disruption, for getting people off task. With the Suletu, however, he knew what buttons to press, and could measure reactions to his activity. He peeked up at Hahli, hoping to try and deduce her emotion from her facial expression, despite never being very good at that. Instead, he noticed her lips were moving."Sorry, what was that?" he asked, re-activating his powers.Hahli looked troubled, understandably, although her mind was no longer with her friends. "Why werent you listening?""I figured you wouldnt want me reading your thoughts right then, and..." Krakua took a breath, realizing that he was going to have to start from the beginning."And, as a Toa of Sonics, I make a lot of noise. I've created shockwaves that could reduce boulders to dust," he explained, pointing to his ear, "I lost by hearing completely. Butchered the Sound Receptors,"Something occurred to him, and he poked at his new, human ear experimentally."I guess they're not electronic anymore. Purely organic ears..." he mused, "Still cant hear a darned thing, though. Hence, Kanohi Suletu,"Hahli nodded, beginning to understand him. "I was just asking if you were a local Toa,"Krakua shook his head. "I was sent to deliver a message Axonn, one of the guardians of..." he trailed off yet again, lost in thought."Assuming," he continued, "That this is Voya Nui," He squinted at their surroundings, seeing only the ocean or rocky hills in all directions.Hahli sighed, feeling the flood of thoughts begin, wondering where she was. She was quickly growing sick of having the world pulled from beneath her feet. In contrast, Krakua was learning quickly, and he knew exactly what to do."Follow me," he told her, "We've got to find the others," ~ Krakua walked briskly over the uneven terrain, while Hahli was still getting used to her new form, the swaying of her legs, the weight of such light armor, and was struggling to keep up. All the while, Krakua explained his thinking to her at a pace to match his stride."I can sense two other entities, recently awakened from Canister Hibernation. They've met, and they're heading roughly in our direction. I think it's a coincidence," he paused, "Yeah, theyre going to some sort of landmark we can't see from our vantage point.""Over those rocks, I guess," he said, turning in that direction, "We'll meet them there,"Hahli nodded, feeling a little excited. Rock climbing was proper adventure. They were going to find out what was going on, and she would have a story of her own to tell the Toa Mahri when she got home.If Krakua heard her, he didn't warn her not to keep her hopes up.Hahli did her best to follow Krakua's path as they began to ascend the dull, rough surface of the boulders. She moved uncertainly, testing potential footholds, while Krakua steamed ahead, on the rocks and in his speech."If you believe this is Voya Nui, than you have to trust that the Canisters functioned properly. Clearly, yours didn't! But while I've never heard of Canisters malfunctioning, I have heard of them being tampered with. Which would mean that someone wants us here, and they've changed us into these squishy things. Must be, otherwise these fellows wouldn't be here - how many people go to Voya Nui at this time of year? And if we were on Voya Nui, why didn't you arrive with the rest of the Toa Mahri?""Wait, wait!" Hahli called, both because she was falling behind on the rocks, and because she was falling behind in his logic. Krakua looked back, expectantly. Hahli began to ask, but then she starting laughing at the absurdity of the idea. "That doesnt mean ... That doesnt make me a Toa!"No, she decided. There was no way. She looked to her guide, nervously. She saw that he wasnt laughing. "Does it?" she asked, shaking as she considered the idea.In response, Krakua simply gestured behind her. She turned, and saw only the ocean and the beach, below the cloudy sky. She understood. She concentrated, not really knowing how to make it happen, but just willing it to. She focused so hard, she didnt realize that she had closed her eyes."Look," Krakua prompted.A small font of water had sprung up from the sea in front of her, raising a few feet, barely a ripple. To Hahli, it was the most amazing thing in the world."Hahli Mahri, Toa of Water," Krakua admired, "I promise to you, you will get back home,""You knew," she whispered, in awe of her own display, "Because of the Suletu,""Not in the way you'd think," Krakua explained, "If you weren't a Toa, you wouldn't have a mask power. The Suletu can pick up on certain mask powers, even when its wearer cannot. You wear Kanohi Elda, the Mask of Detection. It allows you to see what is hidden,"Krakua came forward as he was speaking, and touched Hahli lightly on the shoulder. "That's enough," he told her. She stopped the water, but remained fixated on the rippling sea until Krakua gently pulled her away. "Try and detect them," he nudged.Hahli did her best to look for what was hidden. She looked for two entities, alone along the shore. Just as she and Krakua were.She gasped. She could feel them, she knew where they were! Again, dizziness came over her. So much had happened; so much was happening still, that it was overwhelming."Krakua," she announced, "I can feel them! ... And thats not all. There are others - dozens of them, all together, in a village or something!"Krakua nodded. "About as many as a small village, yes, but even at this distance, their mindset is so busy, so rushed, that they come across as city folk..." he pondered, "Perhaps a factory,"Hahli studied the Toa of Sonics, and did her best to emulate his thoughtfulness: "I cannot..." she searched for the word, "...sense their mindset,""You never will," Krakua responded, "The Suletu and the Elda can both detect people out-of-view, but only the Suletu can read their minds," He resumed climbing the rocks."Whets the point of the Elda, then?" Hahli asked, starting after him."Kanohi don't work like that ... they weren't designed, but discovered, forged from Kanoka Disks. Don't ask me where the Disks come from; theyre just Crafted somehow. Combine the Disks in different ways, get different powers. Some are completely useless. There's plenty of redundant masks - Levitation is useless compared to Flight," he went on, "Oh, and Kanohi Crast, the Mask of Repulsion, lets you push things away. The Mask of Gravity can do that, and more,"Hahli looked in despair at the foothold Krakua had used ahead of her; she knew she couldnt reach. She tried to hold on to some weeds growing in a crack, but when she tugged on them they became completely uprooted and crumbled in her hands. She began to look around for another way, when she saw Krakuas outstretched hand."My Suletu only works on people; Kanohi Elda will show you many other secrets that will pass by me unnoticed," Krakua smiled, "I've already won your respect. Have a little for yourself,"Hahli grinned and nodded, letting him help her on to a ledge."Lead the way," he instructed.She concentrated, feeling for the presence of the others ahead."This way," she determined. ~ Norik scanned their surroundings impatiently. They were in a region of rocky hills, surrounded by boulders, easily ambushed from above or below. As he scrutinized every potential avenue of attack, he confirmed, once again, that his paranoia was unwarranted. Feeling restless, he inspected his own garments. Although he didn't know it, he was a military officer's formal dress. He wore a dark red uniform, complete with a matching cap, and his jacket was decorated with medals of no significance to him. He felt naked in such light armor, wishing he still had his shield, spear, or even his mask.Over the decades, Norik had risen through the Toa ranks to be the leader of a Toa Hagah Team. Toa Hagah were elite among elite; they served as the personal vassals of Makuta, bureaucrats charged with protecting existing forms of life and, if need be, genetically engineering new animals as beast of labor. As a Toa Hagah Team Leader, Norik had guarded Makuta Teridax himself, who had possessed so much influence that the Great Spirit addressed him as a brother. The work was dangerous, and often morally ambiguous. Norik had restrained his lord's failed experiments minutes after their birth, extinguished revolts against Teridax's authority, and stood through day-long negotiations without flinching or speaking a word, in order to intimidate the other faction in a display of Teridax's strength. Still, that was the way of the Makuta; in times of crisis, they did the work that needed to be done, and once peace was restored, they hid in the shadows, perhaps, Norik had wondered, out of shame. Norik had felt a kinship with his often secretive lord, imagining how it felt to receive less recognition than the glorified Toa-heroes, despite fighting far grimmer battles. He instructed his Team to be proud of their duty, for everyday, even if they accomplished nothing else, they showed the Brotherhood of Makuta that the Toa of the universe supported their lordships wholeheartedly.But Norik's respect had not been enough. The Makuta had grown envious of the Light, and had plotted a horrible revolt against the Great Spirit himself. Conversations heard through closed doors and words he shouldn't have read revealed to Norik a small glimpse of the plan, enough to recoil in horror. It was known that the Makuta were powerful, and fearing such a scheme, a Great Kanohi Mask had been created as a fail-safe. The Mask of Light was said to be able to negate the Makutas' power, but the Makuta, hearing of this, had stolen the Mask of Light preemptively. Norik had led his team to the Makutas' inner sanctum, stolen the mask back, and then labored to return it to safety. The stress had torn their team apart, and Norik had been left frustrated and hopeless. The Makuta had pursued them relentlessly, capturing no less than four of the six Toa Hagah. Norik had searched for his remaining teammate, Iruini, and had convinced him to help him free the others. They found their allies, partners, and old friends horribly mutated and tortured, part of some sick experiment. As Norik had cursed himself for his failure, a servant of the Brotherhood appeared, raising her weapon to his head. He had tried to run, but he knew it was hopeless; closing his eyes, he had prepared for death.His body had gone cold and numb. As he felt his surroundings, he had realized that he lay in a Toa Canister, with no weapons, no armor, and no idea what was going on.The Toa of Air crouched between two boulders, peering through the gap at their discovery, some variety of civilization in the distance. He wore a strange pattern over all of his cloths, blobs of green, dark green, brown, and a dozen other colors, layered over each other. Military grade camouflage, although neither Toa recognized it."Those towers..." he was muttering, "Ready to shoot anything in the sky, but limited defenses on the ground. Why?"He was quickly getting on Norik's nerves. Like Norik, this Toa, named Nidhiki, had been moments away from being killed, only to be transported to a Toa Canister. He claimed to have been fighting in the Toa-Dark Hunter War, a terrible conflict begun when the Dark Hunters, a band of mercenaries, had been refused access to the legendary city of Metru Nui, and retaliated in rage. Nidhiki had been a part of the Toa Team sent to fight the Dark Hunters' spree of terrorism. As the war reached a stalemate, with the Dark Hunters unable to defeat the Toa in combat and the Toa unable to find them, Nidhiki had been caught alone and off-guard by a Dark Hunter. He fought, but soon surrendered, closing his eyes and bracing himself for death.The events of the Toa-Dark Hunter War were well known to Norik, and Nidhiki's description of events matched what he had heard. What didn't add up, however, was that the Toa-Dark Hunter War had ended ages ago, while Nidhiki spoke of it as though it was still going on. He certainly spoke like a warrior; since they had found each other, Nidhiki had shrugged off most of Norik's questions and focused on finding civilization. Now that they had found it, he seemed convinced it was an enemy camp. The anachronism was far more frightening, however. If the force that had brought them here moved through time itself, what else could it do?Norik shook it all off, trying to concentrate on the present. "If there are people there, its a good a place as any to start looking," he repeated, "Lets just climb down and -"A glare from Nidhiki cut him off. "You have no idea who these guys are, or how friendly they are," The veteran took a dark-colored mask from the ground, a mask with a glass visor and a large mouthpiece. "The Mask of Stealth can get me in,""If we go to straight to subterfuge, we'll ruin their trust before we even meet them," Norik pointed out."If we don't, we'll get shot," Nidhiki retorted, and moved to put his mask on."Found something?"Norik and Nidhiki swerved to face the newcomers, fearing that they had been discovered. A man wearing a grey suit had spoken, standing casually behind a companion. She wore jeans and a jean jacket, both splattered with white paint, over a faded light-blue shirt advertizing a boating company. Norik took a cautious step forward. "Do you work there?" he asked, tilting his head towards the facility.Krakua shook his head. "We're just like you, Toa dragged off course and dumped here without explanation,""We didnt mention," Nidhiki spoke slowly, "That we were Toa,"Krakua grinned and said nothing. Instead, Norik and Nidhiki heard his voice in their heads: Suletu, the Mask of Telepathy. He sensed distrust rise in Norik immediately, resentful that his thoughts were being invaded. In Nidhiki, however, he only found confusion."How did you do that?" Nidhiki asked in awe."... He just told us!" Norik reminded him, "He's got a Suletu!""He's not wearing it now!" Nidhiki shouted, defensively.The four Toa stared at one another in silence for a time, processing the information. Krakua and Hahli had been using mask powers without a second thought. Before long, however, the rest of the group was snapped out of it by Hahli gasping. They looked around and noticed that Norik had become three feet tall and half as wide, his cloths shrinking to fit."Excellent," Norik nodded, growing back to his original size, "I still have my Pehkui after all,""The Mask of Diminishment," Krakua mumbled to Hahli, "Allows the user to shrink. Nothing that the Mahiki cant do, though,"Then, Nidhiki seemed to fade from sight. A surprised Hahli looked around for him, but Krakua and Norik recognized the effects of the Mask of Stealth. They were compelled not to look precisely where the Toa was, although the strong-willed still stood a chance at find him."Bloody useful this is, then," said Nidhiki upon reappearance, throwing the mask he had been given onto the ground beneath him."We've mutated," Norik said, piecing everything together, "And our masks fused to our faces, becoming ... soft, like plants. Then Nidhiki was given a second mask, because..." He squinted, trying to riddle it out."Just to mess with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Nidhiki belted out, tossing his head back, his voice scathing.Norik stiffened at Nidhikis outburst. "I found this one," he continued, "Wandering the beach. He says he's from the Toa-Dark Hunter War, all those years ago. We think that weve somehow been transported out of our times -""I never said I agreed with you," Nidhiki interrupted."I am Norik Hagah, Toa of Fire," Norik pressed on, ignoring the Toa of Air, "Appointed leader of Makuta Teridax's Toa Hagah," Krakua was impressed by his proclamation; to be selected as a Toa Hagah at the height of the Brotherhoods power was high acclaim. Hahli had never heard of a Toa Hagah, but the mention of Makuta Teridax quickly put her on edge. Teridax had exiled her people from Metru Nui, and terrorized them for decades after. Legends of his past deeds only described other crimes, and his status as servant of the Great Spirit had been forgotten by all but the keenest historians."Nidhiki Magnai, Toa of Air," added the squatting figure, who had begun poking at the mouthpiece of the mask on the ground.The group fell into silence again. Hahli sighed, peering at the building in the distance and wondering how they had wound up here, why she had been chosen. If they needed Toa, surely they could have just asked? And why four who had never met, four from different places and - what had Norik said? Times? For all of the legends she had heard, the histories she had transcribed, this was unprecedented. She looked around to the others, only to find that they were staring at her."Oh!" she exclaimed, "I'm Hahli, sorry ... Toa of Water, I guess," She felt her face grow hot, and found herself all the more uncomfortable in her new form. She noticed that Norik was still watching her intently, studying her, and she cursed herself for not speaking sooner."H... Hahli?" Norik asked, looking bewildered. He pondered the name for a moment, certain he had heard it before, until he reached a moment of realization."Hahli!" he cried, alarm filling his voice, "We've got to get out, Hahli, we've got to get back..." His voice weakened, and he wavered on his feet. Krakua moved closer in case he fell, but Norik managed to remain on his feet. The mind-reader studied him closely, perplexed. Hahlis name had triggered something in Norik, revealing to Krakua a shadow cast over his mind. It was as though some power was trying to prevent the Toa of Fire from even thinking about her."Where do we have to go?" Hahli shrieked, caught entirely off guard, "Who are you?"Krakua held up his hand to stop her. "Don't," he cautioned, "Not now.""I don't..." Norik stammered, pushing himself to remember. He felt Krakua enter his mind, soothing him, telling him not to worry."It's okay, Norik," Krakua whispered, "It's not your fault. It's in all of us,"Nidhiki looked up, growing nervous, while Hahli began shaking. The sun was falling in the sky, and it was growing colder."Yes, I noticed it before," Krakua confirmed, "There was darkness surrounding Nidhiki's name, too, in Norik, Hahli," and, he stopped, reluctant to admit it, but continued, "In me. It was not nearly as extreme as Noriks reaction, of course,""What is it?" Hahli whispered."I'm not certain, but I believe it's our memories. They've been tampered with, suppressing all knowledge we had of one another before we arrived here. If Norik's right, and Nidhiki's from our past, then we must have heard of him. And subsequently, that knowledge was removed," he paused, considering the possibilities. "Such a precise modification would be difficult to sustain ... if you tried that on two people who knew each other well, they'd overcome it eventually. Although they'd get a far worse headache than Norik did,""That's why we're strangers," Norik deduced, gathering his senses."Someone," Krakua agreed, "Has gone to great lengths to bring in four Toa who don't know each other," ~ Hahli sat watching the sun set over the horizon. Even the sky seemed different from her home. She pulled her knees to her chest, holding herself together, wondering where she was.Krakua had joined Nidhiki by the boulders, leaning on one of the rocks and peering at the structures in the distance. It was a large complex of grey buildings, surrounded by two walls and a ring of watch towers, armed with some sort of cannon, scanning the sky. The entire compound was hidden from the rest of the world, stationed in a deep valley and surrounded by steep hills. There appeared to be several roads leading in and out through tunnels. Krakua used his Suletu to try and learn more, but the people were far away, and the signals were weak. Hahli doubted they were ever going to decide to go down there.Norik had resumed his watch without prompting. It gave him something to do while he thought. He had a nagging suspicion, and at last, he had exhausted all other possibilities. It was a flimsy conclusion at best, but Norik knew Toa teams. He had led several, and he had been promoted to Toa Hagah for his expertise. And there was something obviously out of place here."Why four?" Norik asked aloud.Krakua turned, perplexed. He had been focusing on the facility, not listening to Noriks mental reasoning."Toa come in sixes. There are extenuating circumstances, to be sure," Norik went on, "When a bunch of Toa group together, their number depends on how many Toa were in the vicinity, how many are ready to work together. And then deaths, births, mutations, and a hundred other things can change it, too.""But that's when a team gets together on its own," Norik pointed out, "And we didnt come here of our own free will. We were brought here by someone, and if that someone wanted a Toa Team, why did they bring four?""I didn't realize," came Nidhikis voice. The group turned to see him glowering."I didn't realize we were a team," he reiterated.Krakua shook his head, saying, "I scanned the beach for the thoughts of people emerging from Canisters. I only picked up you three, not even a ghost of another signature. And I havent picked up anyone else since then,""I see them," Hahli whispered."Sorry?" Krakua asked."They've found the buildings," Hahli claimed, "They're on the other side of the valley. Two of them, all alone,"Norik and Nidhiki looked at Krakua expectedly, but he was still shaking his head. "That's impossible. No one's thinking over there, I would be able to feel it if they could,""Unless," Norik suggested, "They're shielded from telepathy,"Krakua laughed, nervously. "The Elda can't see anyone the Suletu can't. Look, we've been waiting long enough. They're not likely to attack us if were unarmed, and if they did, wed have Elemental Powers to defend ourselves with -""Look into her mind, Krakua," Norik insisted, "And see what she sees,""Were wasting time -" Krakua began."Guys..." Nidhiki moaned, his eyes fixed on the sky."Have you looked?" Norik asked."There'd be nothing to see -""I can feel them! Right over there!" Hahli interrupted."Guys!" Nidhiki called."You've just gotten your powers -" Krakua dismissed.That was enough for Norik. He had nearly been killed, he had lost his job, his team, everything, he had been transformed into something he had never seen before, he had been humiliated by the power of a name he didnt recognize, and now everyone was pulling in different directions, shouting over each other. But Norik had seen this before; he had been placed in front of Toa, watched them snap and bite at one another, and he had been expected to lead them."Do you, Krakua," he yelled, "Outrank a Toa Hagah Team Leader?""I'll have you know -" Krakua began, but his confidence faltered. In Norik's days, there had been a strong hierarchy of Toa. There had been a long sorting algorithm of success and experience. Norik had maneuvered through that, and come out as an aid to one of the most powerful people of the time. Krakua's situation unraveled before him. This was intended to be nothing more than his first mission, a simple go-and-fetch quest for him to get some practice. He answered to a high authority, to be sure, but he was just an errand boy within that Order."Do you?" Norik asked again."SHUT UP!" Nidhiki yelled, before Krakua could reply. All turned in his direction, and found there wasnt much to see. The Toa Magnai looked annoyed, as he had looked since they met him. He still crouched in his chosen vantage point. What had changed was that he was urgently pointing to the sky.They flew overhead, making such a clamor that the Toa were surprised they hadn't noticed. Each was a massive, dark egg shape silhouetted over the fading blue sky. Those that flew closer to the ground revealed rows of sharp wings, jutting from either side, along with a shorter row running along the bottom like a fin. Two massive orange lights glowed on the rear of the underbelly while smaller lights blinked on the tips of the wings. Flittering about them were their smaller kin, perhaps serving as communication links, delivery routes, or scouts."Airships," Hahli summarized, barely audible over the sound of the engines, "But I've never seen so many,""The facility doesnt seem happy about it," Norik commented. The watch towers were bursting with activity. Each weapon was taking aim at the fleet.The Toa didn't know what to do. They stood and watched as the airships passed overhead. The watchtowers didnt fire. The sound of roaring engines died away.Krakua spoke again. "It was a display," he explained glumly, "I could feel the confidence in the airships. They were trying to intimidate the people down there," He pointed at the crack, at the facility slowly calming down. "It worked. They were scared stiff.""Some sort of conflict?" Norik asked.Krakua was numb. "A war," he confirmed.The Toa had fell into silence yet again, the events of the day exhausting them. At length, Krakua cleared his throat and turned to Hahli."You were right, Hahli," he confessed, "I can't see them, but I can see that you see..." He stopped, sensing that she had forgiven him."Are they still where they were?" Norik asked.Hahli shook her head. "They were scared off by the airships, I think," she said, "And started heading around the valley, back where Krakua and I came from,"She started out, with Norik following close behind. After an afternoon of scaling boulders, they descended the first rock with ease. Krakua came after less confidently, testing every foothold. Nidhiki let them get ahead of him at first, before at last rising from his perch, glancing again at the fortifications behind him. Before he left, he thought to take the mask with him, powerless or not. ~ It was night now. Seeing the alien constellations, scattered across a sky with no red star, was unsettling to them all. None of them spoke of it, but they knew they were in another world. Those who had jackets wrapped up tight in the night chill; Norik suggested they jog to create warmth. He didnt use his power over fire. He didnt want to draw attention to the group.Hahli saw them, even in the darkness: two more displaced souls traversing the landscape. "Hey!" she called out, "Over here!""We're unarmed!" came a quick response, "We come in peace!" The two didn't come any closer, but neither did they run away.Krakua, try as he might, still heard no thoughts from either of them. One seemed as though he simply wasnt there, an empty space on the map; the other was more clumsily hidden, sort of like a black spot on the Suletus radar, blurred, but not invisible. He wouldnt have noticed it at first, but now that he knew what to look for, he would be able to find him again.The Toa jogged up to them. It was difficult to make them out in the darkness, but they were dressed just as strangely as the Toa. One of the two was a giant, easily seven feet tall, broad-shouldered. He wasnt muscular, however, but in fact possessed nearly skeletal limbs, having lived on scraps for decades. He was wrapping a long black trench coat over a strange, neon-orange costume, the cloths of a construction worker. His mind was entirely invisible to Krakua.His companion, who had spoken first, was shorter, but still relatively tall, wearing a long, crisp white lab coat. He was of pale complexion and short, dark hair which almost seemed spiky. Boney and slouching, he didnt look like a soldier of any sort, despite holding his hands up in surrender. He was reciting military clichés, but he wore a sarcastic smirk. Unlike the giant, Krakua could feel this man's consciousness there, but something was still preventing him from getting in his head, pushing him back, as though they were magnets of the same charge. His brain was a safe, locked tight."We came in Canisters!" Norik explained, ignoring the possibility that they were locals, "But we do not remember how we came to be here! We guessed there are meant to be six of us. Are you Toa?" he asked, believing he already knew the answer. To his surprise, the pale man began laughing."Ha! No, sir, no I am not! And by friend here has never even heard of Toa!" he explained. The giant stepped behind him, appearing frightened."But you came in Canisters?" Norik asked, already frustrated with this new development."Oh, yes!" the pale man confirmed, still smirking.Krakua stepped forward. "Forgive me, but, I wear Kanohi Suletu, the Mask of Telepathy. But hear no thoughts from either of you!"The pale man looked surprised, and turned to his friend. "Telluris, how are you pulling that off?"The giant, Telluris, only stammered, "I ... I do not understand,"The pale man reassured him, "Don't fear, Telluris, you have no way of knowing. I truly am sorry you've gotten wrapped up in all this,"Just as Norik was about to speak again, the pale man called out, "A wear Kanohi Crast, sir. You've probably never heard of it. It was deemed useless, as it only repelled, and couldnt pull things forward as a Mask of Gravity can. But I studied it for some time, and I realized that it repelled not only objects, but also energy, all kinds of energy. Psionic, electric..."As he spoke, he vanished before them, becoming, just as he was a blur to the Suletu, a blur to their eyes. Color and form are merely the products of light bouncing off of objects, light that this stranger was no longer allowing to touch him."Even light itself," he continued, reappearing, "I am quite difficult to find,""And, you are?" Norik interjected."You have not told me your names, yet," the man pointed out. He had no desire to be the first to introduce himself, nor to state his name upon request. He had no reason to respect the red-uniformed figure in front of him."Norik Hagah, Toa of Fire," Norik replied sharply, "And this is Nidhiki Magnai, Toa of Air, Krakua, Toa of Sonics, and Hahli, Toa of Water,"The man in the lab coat hung his head, as though in shame. His smirk vanished. "Knowing my name," he sighed, "Would only trouble you further,"Norik watched his temper, not wanting to raise his voice again. "Look, weve got enough problems without -" he began, but stopped, noticing the sound of engines growing louder again.They swarmed in the sky, even closer to the ground this time. Nidhiki shuddered, and not due to the cold; in the darkness, their resemblance to hunting insects was even stronger. The orange lights did not blink, but their glow faded and grew, sending the unsettling implication that they were scanning the ground below. The curved metal wings seemed to flap, although perhaps they were just shaking in the wind. The scale of it all was only more imposing.Telluris whimpered, beginning to fall to the ground. His friend was there to catch him, though, grabbing him under the armpits."I've got you, my good man," he reassured him, "I won't let you fall again,"Krakua's eyes were fixed on the larger, orange lights, as though eye contact would improve his reception. He struggled to make out the thoughts of those on board. He could sense hundreds, if not thousands, of staff in the fleet. They knew they were flying over enemy territory, and although Krakua sensed confidence, he could also detect an undertone of nervousness. As he scanned the fleet for names, places, or anything else of importance, he picked up on that sensation of worry again, more intensely this time. Pinning it down to one ship, he felt the anxiety rise. Something was wrong.Before he could shout to the others, the ship burst, a singeing bright fire expanding from one of the lights. It fell from the sky.Toa and strangers alike watched as the airship grew larger in the sky, the flames spreading. They saw the silhouettes of girders that once held it together warping and twisting sickly, like a breaking hand. It had not started directly above them, but it veered straight overhead, the spectators having to crane their necks to keep their eyes locked on the turmoil in the sky. Even Krakua, who heard the thousand screams of the crew grow ever louder as the airship grew closer to them, could not take his eyes away. Perhaps they would have watched until it landed on their heads. However, it flew on, never faltering from a straight descent over the beach and towards the ocean, and as it neared the sea, the wings folded back and the landing gears extended. The last deed of the bridge had been to follow their landing procedure.They may have aimed for the water, but it landed on the beach, partially submerged, thousands of feet away from the six. The little seawater did not quench the flames, but the explosions soon ran out of fuel on their own. The fires died down, licking the metal corpse. Screams turned to whimpers in Krakuas mind."There, there," the pale man whispered. Norik turned to see that he and Telluris were locked in an embrace. The image was almost comical, the giant stroking the twigs back as he wept. The consoling preacher whispered to him, speaking as a mother would to a child, telling him that we was safe, that everything would be fine. Indeed, he played the part to the letter, convincing Norik that he was following a script, mimicking something he had seen, faking the emotion. Norik clenched his fists, containing the anger of a day of turmoil. He was tired of everything happening at him. It was time for action."Your name, sir!" Norik demanded.The man looked up from the heaving chest of the displaced Glatorian. "I am Makuta Krika," he revealed.Norik looked at the measly frame in disbelief. He recognized the name; Krika had been infamous, even by Makuta standards. Not that he had committed any crime, as far as he knew; rather, he kept to himself, giving answers which sounded wise, but meant nothing at all, whenever he was addressed. He was cynical, and while he patiently sat through meetings, contributing just enough to warrant being kept around, he sometimes snapped, berating his allies and opponents both for their stupidity. Norik wasnt sure if he had followed Teridaxs plans for rebellion, if that had even happened yet in Krikas timeline.Nidhiki, Krakua, and Hahli remained silent, waiting for the esteemed Toa Hagah Team Leader to react. Norik looked around, taking in the absurdity. He had been stripped of his armor and weapons. He had become the de facto leader of a team of strangers, two of whom werent Toa at all, and completely unpredictable. He was in a war zone, but knew nothing of the conflict at hand, only that the locals were constructing hidden bases and sending airship flybys.And now, one of those ships was on the ground, which meant that he could do something about it."Come on!" Norik ordered.The Toa burst into a sprint, Norik at the lead. Even at this distance, he tried to kill the fire with his Elemental Power, knowing that it was futile to think he could extinguish the entire inferno. Still, any the slightest impact he could make on the flames might save a life."Observe, Telluris," mused Krika as he watched them go, "Toa. Heroes. They come in all shapes and sizes. But at the first call for help, they all throw their personal safety to the wind. They rush into obvious danger for the sake of complete strangers,""Do you..." Telluris hesitated, confused, "Like them, or what?""Hm?" asked Krika, still staring after them."Do respect them?" he clarified."Oh, I shudder," the Makuta answered, "To think of a world without them," He broke into a run, following the fledgling team. Nervously, Telluris started after him.~ Review Topic
  18. If you look at my profile on November 30th, 2012, you might notice something out of the ordinary. I have been a member of BZPower for years, but I am still in the New Members group. I created this account years ago, thinking that I would use it, but a friend of mine recruited me to another BIONICLE fan-site and I wound up never posting here. Rather, I wrote several BIONICLE Epics and Fan-Fictions of varying quality and posted them there. My friend and I, along with a handful of others, still use the site, and this epic was posted there first. However, with this story, I'm taking a different approach. My goal with Hopeless Dream is to get people talking. I'm trying to write the sort of story that leads people to wonder and theorize, and we'll see how well I accomplish this as time goes on. And so, to widen the audience, I am posting The Hopeless Dream here as well. I've done my best to portray realistically how these characters would react to awaking as human beings. They are just as confused as some of you probably are, about how they have arrived in this strange new world, and why they have been transformed. Rest assured, I have the answers, and I intend to reveal more and more about the situation, to the characters and to you, the readers, as the story marches forward. That said, I'm going to refrain from hinting at anything in this topic - I'll answer questions of clarification, of course, but I don't want to discuss any future plans I have in a story of this nature. Please, tell me what you think! Edit: Firstly, second chapter is up, after several months and no comments. But I'll keep at it, mind you. Secondly, it would appear as though that second chapter was too long, or subject to a formatting glitch. One way or the other, it's been cut off. I'm working on splitting it now, and by the time anyone reads this, I suspect it will have been divided between two posts. However, if anyone can tell me what may have happened, or else redirect me to a topic which can, I would appreciate it. On the upside, this might get me out of the New Members category... We'll see how that goes. I probably should try and shorten my chapters in any way I can, they're quite unwieldy.
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