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  1. So let me present you guys another pre-evolution Makuta: And so, Krika is not alone anymore! For the time being. I’m pretty sure they like to drink together whatever swill they can find in the MU and talk slag about Teridax. As always comments, and CC are welcome and make me happy! =)
  2. We have discovered that Ekimu is an Evil Vampire. Ekimu's name starts with E, and has an i. This is shared with the word 'Evil'. Ekimu's name has an e, m, and i. This is shared with the word 'Vampire'. Ekimu was resting in a coffin for a very long time. Ekimu required elemental energy - he feeds on the elemental energy of other beings. He is currently 'discoloured' because he needs more energy, and has manipulated the Toa into giving him elemental energy. Makuta put his face in the sky to prevent Ekimu leaving his resting place, so that Ekimu may never terrorize Okoto. The Skull Skeletons are not controlled by Makuta or Ekimu - they answer to the Lord of Skull Spiders, who, conveniently for Ekimu, is not in close proximity. Makuta is the face in the sky. He has ascended beyond the need for a physical body. The Mask of Control allows him to control Ekimu's sleep... until his control was broken by Ekimu gaining more power from elemental energy. Most villagers on Okoto have been tricked into basically worshipping Ekimu. Ekimu is now free to unleash his minions on Okoto... and unleash them, he did... This is 100% foolproof and anyone that says otherwise is obviously one of Ekimu's minions.
  3. I'm one of those persons who disappear for a very long time then resurface with shiniez. Please have a sketchy Krika from g1, who is still relatively young and not so mopey. I hope to do some more Makuta, so he wouldn't be lonely. Also might continue some left behind comix stuff before things get intense in senior year. As always comments, and CC are welcome and make me happy! =)
  4. And since no one cares, let's see how long before this locks. I have rarely been so disappointed in this forum.
  5. While looking at this topic, I noticed something hilarious about the way the starter described the subject of Makuta's evil plan. Mask of UP UP? Did you say "Mask of... UP?" Well, if you insist. A quick little edit to display the funny. Enjoy.
  6. In an alternate Reign of Shadows timeline... See? This plan is flawless. It was always going to work. Just like the dynasties that came before them, Mata Nui must eventually fall. It is plain destiny that Teridax was going to succeed in his ingenious plan. It has been so cleverly calculated over the course of thousands of years. It all pays off at this very point... for him, at least. On the other hand, it's too good for me. Knowing that Teridax attempted to kill me and my brethren in the heart of the Matoran Universe is unsettling enough. Now, I'm stuck in a measly shack in the abominable island that is Xia. By the Great Beings, I despise this place. Now that Teridax is in control, this place bears a striking resemblance to Karzahni. We have everything here; the slaving Matoran, the uninhabitable, barren landscape, a dictatorial overseer... the list goes on. However, it has gotten progressively worse with the military boom, if you will. For every minute that passes by, another ten Exo-Toa roam the streets and the Universe. In fact, I believe the curfew starts now. Awaiting a thorough and brutal inspection by Exo-Toa in three... two... one... The door is bashed down the towering enforcers with prejudice as they immediately start ransacking the claustrophobic room in a seeking frenzy for any weapons or artifacts. The Exo-Toa are aggressively proficient, managing to search through every chest and compartment in seconds. "Xia Citizen Number 895200, your personal room is free of any items that may pose a threat to our great Overseer. Thank you for your cooperation." says the commanding Exo-Toa in a monotonous, robotic voice. The Exo-Toa then proceed to exit the room in an orderly fashion and do a strip-search of another hundred thousand more personal rooms. Right as they see themselves out and are out of the room, the resident shapeshifts back into his original form. "Well, another day, another inspection," he groans. "That'll be my energy consumption for the day." Elsewhere... "Alright, we're in Xia, now what? We can't just stroll in." says Hafu. "Well, we... can... just stroll in. To them, we're just another bunch of Matoran for the factories to take," replies Garan. "We just need to find our mystery man." "And why exactly do we trust him with this?" queries Idris. "I hear that he's unstable and cannot be trusted." "See here... Idris. This mastermind has a pension for holding a grudge against the current ruler of this universe and having invaluable powers, so this bet is as good as any." responds Garan. "Still unstable though." says Faiyok. "You know, Faiyok, I think it's best if we shut our mouths and go in. Agreed?" commands Garan. Idris, Hafu and Faiyok nod their heads in unison. It was at that point that they stepped into a truly dangerous place. Garan and Idris had each experienced the nightmarish island of Karzahni, but this was far worse. Right as they were walking in the realm of oppression, they have no idea what's in store for them. * * * "Well, back to work it is. Don't you just love supplying military equipment to the cruel Makuta that rules the Universe? Because I certainly don't. Speaking of tiny biomechanical machines that are oppressively ruled by Teridax, where are those Matoran? I thought we agreed on a meeting place. I guess it's back to the drawing board," thinks the resident. He was going to have to establish a telepathic link again. It took a lot of searching and mind-hopping, but he was able to locate Garan in a armour factory. "Time to go," the resident whispers to himself. The resident, attempting to be as discreet as possible, navigates the bustling roads by shapeshifting into a random Matoran to make his way to the armour factory. In the eyes of the resident, all he could see was countless Matoran bumping into each other with the occasional sight of a comparably titanic Exo-Toa. He had been itching for the chance to teleport to the factory, but under the watchful eye of the Exo-Toa, there was no way that he could get away with it in the traditional way. His way involved projecting a being of shadow that acted as a decoy and then teleporting. Using this method, he teleported himself to the factory he was looking for and shapeshifted into an Exo-Toa following his transference. This form would allow him to escort Garan's group out and potentially help them escape. "Ahhh... feels good to be in a body that boasts a fraction of the power of my original form. Glad my height was compensated for, though," the resident thought. Now in an Exo-Toa's body, he marched in and spotted Garan crafting Protosteel gauntlets. After rattling off a robotic command to Garan, Hafu, Faiyok and Idris, the resident escorted the four out of the factory and forced them into a secluded room. Once the five were inside, the resident started speaking to Garan via telepathy. "So there you are, Garan." says the resident. "Yes, Mutran, I'm the Garan in question. Could we just leave the pleasantries for later and get out of this Mata Nui-forsaken place?" replies Garan. "I believe I have the right to be skeptical, Matoran. As for the departure, just hang on for a few seconds." responds Mutran. In an instant, Mutran teleports himself with the four Matoran to a slightly more secluded area. The Matoran were initially shocked at the realisation of such a sudden happening, but they eventually calmed down after looking around and noticing that they were near the entrance of what seemed to be a cave. Faiyok then looked up to Mutran in confusion, expecting an explanation. "Good question, Idris. What is this place? This cave is more of a tuhhh..." "Mutran! Did you just read my mind?" "IDRIS!" Mutran snapped. "Your vocal processors are being unnecessarily disruptive. Let me do the talking." "What could ever make my voice inaudible to you? I can still talk." sassed Faiyok. "Yeah, I've had enough." moaned Mutran. In an instant, Mutran used his Shelek to render Faiyok's voice inaudible and hopefully calm her down. "You're always so... electric. Not a surprise, really." "Enough foolery, what is this place?" asked Garan. "This mountain is particular is known as The Mountain. Such an underwhelming name for a living, breathing rock that can literally eat things. It's also quite amusing that I'm standing at the foot of a mountain that was once my beloved sentient stone, don't you think?" added Mutran. "More amusing that he held emotions for a rock though..." said Hafu under his breath. Mutran gave Hafu a dirty look for his response before commanding the Matoran to go into the cave and through the tunnel. He could tell that they have more than a few questions about this undertaking, but he ignored them and kept signaling them to progress through the tunnel. Mutran had a bit of a distressed look on his face, but continued on despite possible hesitance. Faiyok was fed up at this point, however. "Where is this going, exactly?" questioned Faiyok. "I don't have much time to explain, Matoran. We're running through the oesophagus of the Mountain. Proceed with caution." explained Mutran. Faiyok responded with wide eyes, which prompted her to run faster. Mutran, using his echolocation abilities, was mapping out the inner workings of the Mountain. They were going to have to go deeper into the stomach of the living rock in the hopes of ending up in a subterranean tunnel. The winding oesophagus of the Mountain eventually led into the ‘stomach’ of the Mountain, which had turned out to be a gigantic pool of Protodites. “Why protodites? Any idea...?” asked Hafu confusingly. “Po-Matoran, I think it might be beneficial to beg the question: What would be their purpose?” replied Mutran. “To act as individual assistant digesters?” added Garan. “Spot on. Now, don’t you dare go into their without immediately not going in there. They will quite literally eat you alive.” condescended Mutran. “So why are we here? questioned Idris. “This is our best hope of finding a secluded tunnel. The last people that ended up here became Protodite prey. Won’t see anyone else down here.” said Mutran. “Alright, let’s go in.” In an instant, Mutran had pushed himself and the four Matoran into the Protodite pit without warning. He knew that they would hesitate, so he just had to go for it. Just before the Matoran could reach the Protodites and meet their doom, Mutran had summoned a large-scale stasis attack and focused it down to the pit, freezing all of the billions of Protodites in place. But only for a short moment. Mutran frantically rushes around to locate the Matoran and bring them together and explain to them what is happening. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” screamed Faiyok. “I pushed you four off and into the digestion pit.” responded Mutran. “But that wasn’t me.” “It wasn’t you? Oh, it’s very ‘you’ to push us off.” sassed Hafu. “No... I’m being controlled. Telepathically. Odd, since I have near impenetrable mental shielding...” said Mutran. Just as Mutran had mentioned mental shielding, he had the sudden urge to undo his stasis attack. He had seemed a tad more murderous than usual. Mutran, knowing that he was being telepathically influenced, swiftly teleported himself and the four Matoran to a random location. Anywhere that wasn’t a pit of Protodites was a viable destination for him. This landed the five in a remote jungle in Daxia. “Alright, you Brakas-mind of a Makuta, where are we now?” enquired Faiyok. “I think we’re in... Daxia. Yeah, it’s Daxia.” answered Mutran. “Wait... Daxia? The Order of Mata Nui Daxia? Well, we best...” responded Garan. Mutran was stunned when Garan had mentioned this. For that, he had used his Shelek once again to keep Garan quiet. Mutran was utterly shocked when he heard mention of the Order of Mata Nui from a mere Matoran. Even he had no idea of the Order before the Karda Nui crisis. “Enough of this. We need to find our way to the nearest settlement. Don’t want to be acquainted to a hungry Muaka, do we now?” commanded Mutran. “But Muaka don’t live in jungles...” said Hafu. Mutran, eager to move on and possibly meet another Makuta who wasn’t sided with Teridax, had commanded the four Matoran to advance forward in a random direction through the olive-green thicket. The jungle itself wasn’t quite as lively or dense as one of the rumoured rainforests of Le-Wahi, but it wasn’t a scrubland either. The jungle appeared to be spotted with either puddles of liquid Protodermis or minuscule veins of Protosteel, but in lieu of that, primitive-looking spears and discs were littered among the jungle. Hafu immediately took interest in the discs, picking one up to investigate. The disc didn’t have any noticeable inscriptions or markings, but Hafu didn’t need a name. Even though he frequently made stone sculptures and not Protodermis sculptures, he could tell one type from the other. Upon closer inspection, Hafu felt that the Protodermis type was familiar. He wouldn’t be mistaken, as the Protodermis was a mass-producable, tools-grade Metru Nui Protodermis. Hafu couldn’t look for much longer, though. “Alright, you Matoran, we have to go.” said Mutran. To Be Continued In Chapter 2
  7. Photoshop Elements (Originally drawn on paper) (Click for full-size image) "I am Lord Severain the God-slayer, Ravager of Ta-Koro, And the Greatest Makuta in the universe! ...at least, until someone put these forsaken shackles on me..." So yeah, Official artwork of my Bionifight Infinite Character, Severain. He's basically my interpretation of an over-the-top evil character inspired by the old BZPRPG. Needless to say, I'm rather proud of how this turned out. The background was kind of an afterthought, which is why it's not as impressive as the main man himself. Feel free to leave a comment, maybe critique this a little, etc.
  8. Greetings, lovely readers of my story! First off, thank you for reading. Second, this will be a topic in which can allow you to discuss the story or anything related to the epic in general. Know that I heavily appreciate audience input. If I'm doing something wrong, let me know. If there's something you want to see, there's a slight chance that I might insert that into the story. Good day!
  9. Introduction: My name is Makuta Krika, I live with five other makuta who are also my co-workers! We work for the Brotherhood of Makuta, but we don't do anything special, yet. Currently we're at the rank formally known as “Slug-factory” yeah, we make gross slugs. Bu that's the less-important part of our day, honestly! When we get back from our altogether boring job, we come home to our neighbors, the Toa Nuva, who are always ready to fight us for some reason or another! Mostly just because they're bored, and probably rich, they get all sorts of new gear and stuff form “The Boss” it's outrageous. But yeah, basically that's my life. Go to work, make slugs, go home, get beat up by Toa Nuva. repeat. Fun right? Ep 01a I awake this morning to the familiar chirrup of my alarm clock, shortly before I send my fist down to meet it, but miss it by a mark, and smash my hand into the table. The clock goes sailing through the air, and out the window, chirping all the way. I groggily tilt my torso into a 90-degree position, a tangle of strawberry hair obscuring my face, a line of half-dried drool caking my jaw. I am not a morning person, and never claim to be, mornings make my brain want to honestly immolate itself, and if I could sleep forever I honestly would in a heartbeat, but I guess mornings are there to keep people like me in the loop of useless garbage that most call “society”. Slumping out of bed like some kind of swamp-thing, I drag my frame to the closet to get new clothes. And by “new clothes” I mean “one of my many copies of the same clothes” as I slip out of my faded pinkish-striped pajamas and into a red-and-white tee, followed by a light black jacket and slim black pants. And nothing finishes the “this girl only wears one color” look like red socks, red-and-white sneakers, and a pair of fingerless white gloves. Yep, my fantastic wardrobe of Ill-taste. Me and my cloak of shame haul downstairs so I can put some bland-flavored nutrition in my food-hole, but as I arrive at the bottom step, I am greeted by none other than... “Well, well, well. Look who finally came crawling into the light,” Sitting across from me, and all decked out in black, grey, and a sightly different shade of grey. Is Makuta Chirox, Jerklord Extraordinaire. “So, Kik, how was hibernation this year? Judging by your hair, I can see you've already been working on the “hideous unkempt bear” look.” I open my mouth for a steamed retort, but am interrupted by the door, “Hey, I was just outside fetching the paper, and for some reason this clock comes out of nowhere and-” “Oh, hey Kik, didn't expect to see you so awake this early! ...Or so angry this early, for that matter.” Antroz produces a weak laugh and awkwardly moves himself out of range of my steel-melting glare, which is now at maximum power and in danger of blowing a fuse. And i probably would, if another person hadn't entered the room, “ALRIGHT KIDDIES, PLAYTIME'S OVER,” Gorast is a big muscular woman, with black spikey hair that's dyed green at the tips, her shirts are all rather tight-fitting, and she wears almost entirely shades of green. This morning, parts of her seem to still be damp with water. “I just took a shower and I am so hungry i could eat a mana-ko,” “And I don't mean just the organic parts.” She was about as steamed as I was today, but then again, she was always steamed. Sometimes we even manage cook broccoli on her forehead. I watch her as she flings the fridge door open with enough force to make one fear for its hinges. Mumbling incoherently as she rummages through our shared perishable goods, I can faintly hear “whydon'twehaveanyrealfood” or, something like it. “HEY.” She blurted out after a time, “ALRIGHT WHO DID IT?” Chirox cranes his head around, “Well, That depends... What is “it” this time?” “And, if possible, can “it” be considered Vamprah's fault for all intents and purposes?” Chirox grinned and Gorast scowled, “Someone, has been drinking from the milk jug again,” She pulled the empty jug from the fridge for all to see. turning it over to mphasise its emptitude. “AND, they left the empty jug in there when they finished!” And she tossed the jug at Vamprah's head, which it rang off like a bell. The blue makuta responds with nothing more than a nod and a thumbs-up, promoting another scowl and something mumbled that sounds like “disgusting.” I turn away to face Antroz, who was just folding up a paper he had been reading, “Well folks,” he begins “It's a weekend so no work today... Anything new this morning, hmm?” Gorast slamms the fridge door with enough force to break the hinges she had been tormenting earler, “Well, we need milk.” Causing them to buckle and release the door to collapse dramatically onto the floor. “...and a new refridgerator door.” “Right then,” replies Antroz “Some grocery shopping seems to be in order! Who's turn is it this week?” The final member of the room, a quiet, brooding sort in yellow-black-and-red by the name of Bitil, goes over to the bulletin board, containing a table of names and dates, "Hm, Let's see... Laundry – Krika. Bathrooms – Krika. Yard – Krika. Dishes – Vamprah. Groceries... Hm, seems to be Krika this week.” Annnd of course it's me, I am absolutely, completely shocked at this development, which I totally didn't see coming a mile and a half away. That last sentence? That was me being sarcastic. I do my best to hide my exaggerated sigh, (which is nothing) and grab a list off the voard, “Fine, what do we need?” the list paper has a picture of a chibi-Teridax in the corner, gleefully jotting down his to-do's in the entrails of his enemies. The makuta in the room begin listing off things to buy, starting with the aforementiond “milk, fridge,” and continuing with “towels, soap, flour, clocks, nails, kanoka disks...” By the itme we're done, we have a list as long as I am tall, made entirely of taped-together Chibi-kuta mini-lists. I push strawberry bangs from my forehead and exhale, “well that's... something.” before turning to the others, “sure that's everything?” I say, before continuing with “Don't answer that.” and another sigh. “Well, here I go...” I mosey on over to the front door, “Out the door,” I stick my legs out the door, but lean in through the frame, “I'm leaving,” I lean my head in forther as I push my torso through, “Goodbye,” My hair brushes across the frame but i'm obviously still lagging in the doorway, “have a nice-” “For Mata-Nui's sake Kik, close the door before you let rahi in!” Shouted Gorast. I jut my entire upper body back in with a huff, “Fine fine, i'm goooone.” I trail as the door closes between the room and I, for good this time. [Well here it is, another for the pile of "things i did because i was experimenting and being weird again...." "in comedy form"] [Also, take note that this is "Ep 01a" it turns out the episode was getting too long wordswise and i figured i'd split it up, so you won't see Kik go grocery shopping until the next one, Ep 01b, sorry! ] [Anyway, comments critique, etc etc etc. y'know the dril.] (also also also, i know the premise listed in the intro hasn't actually shown up at all, the grocery shopping idea is just the first one i ended up expanding upon, the promised Nuva/Makuta feuding will happen, i swear. :u)
  10. I was looking at BS01's Kraata Variations page when I realized something. According to the page, stage 6 Kraata can't shapeshift to change their own mass. That's consistent with how Makuta shapeshifting works--they need to absorb things to increase their mass. But then how does Density Control, another Kraata power, work? Stage 6 Density Control Kraata have "[c]omplete control over own density," and density is mass per unit volume, so by increasing their density aren't Makuta by definition increasing their mass? In that case, why couldn't Terry have taken on his Ultimate Dume form without killing Nidhiki and co. by 1) shapeshifting into Ultimate Dume and then 2) increasing his density -> his mass? Clearly I'm way overthinking this.
  11. http://maskofdestiny.com/archiveimage.asp?i=5823 I'd take incomplete sets as well, but they would have to include specific pieces I can't get and be mostly complete. I have many items to trade if you're interested in that, or I can just pay cash. If you have a complete set, please let me know so we can work out a deal.
  12. In difficult times with a mad great being running around killing everyone, there are unlikely alliances. Here is my custom team of allies. Formed of two Toa, a surviving Makuta and two members of unknown species. Malakai The leader of the team, Malakai formed the merry band (with great difficulty) to try and survive the conflicts going on currently. Originally serving the purpose of merely serving the Agori villages, Malakai snapped in a fit of rage one day after being injured severely, resulting in the deaths of 400 Agori and his inevitable exile. Many years later, he still promises to pay Raanu a visit, and at last get his revenge. Nowadays, Malakai is a very well known warrior and engineer, he is known for leaving no bodies behind and his custom scope, used to track micro fractures in armour. Makuta Sythodias Not much is known about him, but it is rumored that because of his knowledge of Terridax's plan, he was able to avoid certain death in the swamps of Karda Nui. He only has one regret, not killing his ruthless leader Icarax before. His fighting style consists of horrifying his opponents with nightmarish visions, before swiftly finishing them with his blade. Skakruk The murderous psychotic monster inside the four armed body is not to be messed with. Possessing the ability to track down his enemies expertly and regrow lost limbs, Skakruk is a force to be reckoned with. They say his stare is like a thousand lave eels crawling under your armour. To bad nobody has lived long enough in his hunt to find out. Toa Damarus The former leader of a legendary team of Toa, Damarus was shunned by many after a catastrophic failure resulted in the death of most of his team. His form of combat is a strange one, consisting of only the use of his elemental powers and no tools or weapons for defense. He still wears his armour given to him by the most talented Matoran, as a reminder of his glory days. Now the armour slowly fades in colour, with his regret building up each day. Toa Komek Komek is usually quiet and reserved in between battles. In the middle of a heated fight, he is a completely different story. He becomes a raging motormouth with multiple personalities and a wide range of fighting styles, adapted with his fire sword skills, which he gladly demonstrates on enemies. Because of this, Komek has accidentally killed a few of his foes in cold blood, causing him to be more feared by the Matoran he swore to protect. Nobody knows what is more scarred, his body or his mind. He is now a member of this group, as he has nothing left except to find meaning in death.
  13. The teaser trailer for my new series is here, coming this fall to Youtube! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBAGARpC1SY
  14. NOTE: I have built MOCs of the Shadow Toa, which can be found here: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/15347-the-shadow-toa/ Review thread here: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/15352-review-trials-of-the-shadow-toa/ Chapter 1 He awoke to the sound of water lapping on a shore. The sound made him feel at peace, as though nothing could go wrong with the world. Then he tried to move, and excruciating pain shot through every molecule of his being. He felt his muscles, his organs, all soft tissue in his body dissolve. A horrid scream erupted from his metallic mouth as his body writhed in the sand. Finally, the convulsions ceased, the pain left as quickly as it came. Gingerly, the suspicious being tried to move his index finger. The appendage obeyed it's master's commands with no trouble. Odd, he thought. Deciding that laying on the sand wouldn't give him answers, he stood up. There remained not even a clue to indicate the torture he endured, save the fact that his whole body now felt...different. When he raised his arms, he no longer felt a muscle flex, but a hinge creak and a piston hiss. Realizing he could find no more answers about what happened to him, he decided to scan his surroundings to see where he was. On the shore about twenty paces away was a gold-colored kanohi. Noticing for the first time that he wasn't wearing a mask, he walked over to it, his stride wobbly and awkward. Another oddity, he thought. I don't remember having such long legs. He bent to pick up the mask. Come to think of it, I don't remember anything. He donned the mask, and felt energy surge through his body. This is more my style, he thought with a grin. Now, let's see what else is here. Seeing nothing else in the immediate area besides some flying rahi, the newly masked being strode along the coastline. He noted that since he donned the mask, he walked with ease, as though he had long legs his whole life. After about ten minutes of walking, he spotted a badly damaged cage smashed against a large rock. Upon inspection, he found a plate on what he could only assume was once the door that had on it the word "Nulehk". Nulehk. Hm. Seems to me that word is familiar. A name, perhaps? He turned the plate over in his hands, and found the image of the mask he wore carved into the metal. My name? He contemplated the word. "Nulehk. Noo-leck". He thought his voice sounded strange, but the word seemed right. Nulehk it is, then. Feeling like the island he was on was potentially dangerous, Nulehk grabbed two bars from the cage and walked inland. * * * * Kotan walked up the mountain, head groggy and full of dark memories and images. He hated it here, a barren place with sand and rocks everywhere. Not a single tree in sight on the whole island. He didn't even know why he was climbing the mountain(which was becoming more and more apparent was a live volcano), except for the feeling of high altitude winds. Kotan tried to shake the clouds from his mind, but couldn't. "Think, Kotan", he said to himself as he sat down on a rock to rest. "You are a Toa. Of air, by your armor color. You were given a special task...and you somehow woke up in a pile of metal scraps on this barren wasteland. And you developed a habit of talking to yourself. Or have you always done that?" He sighed as he could remember no more. "At least I remembered my name", he chuckled. "Talking to oneself is difficult when one doesn't even know their own name." He continued his ascent. * * * * The Toa grunted as he hefted his warhammer out of the mess that used to be a young Tahtorak. Rage burned within his very being, odium at the world in general. He hated that he was here, on this hot, rocky island. He hated that all he could remember were three names. He hated most of all, though, that he couldn't tell which one was his, or if any were at all. Nulehk, Mutran, and Outa. Each seemed familiar and foreign at the same time. He looked down at his hands. They were dark blue. That makes no sense. I'm a Toa of water? I thought they were only female. He looked out to the sea. It won't hurt to try, I guess. He lifted his hands and concentrated on the water, not entirely sure how a Toa uses their elemental energies. Suddenly, his arms burst with sky-blue and black crackles of energy, and a spire of ice shot out of the ocean. Close, he thought. This still doesn't explain who I am, how I got here, or why there's a broken cage here. Calming himself, he put away his hammer and shield. I guess until I learn more, I can call myself Ko-Toa. After all, I must have been a Ko-Matoran once, right? Ko-Toa was not entirely convinced of that theory.
  15. Pictures link to larger ones on brickshelf. Please upvote and comment... Front Back Makuta vs. Tahu The Battle Continues The Master of Nothing vs. The Master of Fire Makuta's Army The Battle Rages On Before you all start crying because this is the end, no need to worry. I've got several other MOCs in the que that are already built and ready to release. (seven, in fact, that I can see on my shelf).
  16. Okay, I've got this totally crazy theory about how the classic Bionicle and the new one are linked. Bionicle G1, as we know, was a multi-year toyline made by Lego. It had an original story beginning with elemental heroes battling the evil Makuta in order to save their island home. Bionicle G2 might seem at first to have a completely different story. But in fact, it's ALSO based on a toyline made by Lego! Additionally, it's ALSO about elemental heroes (who even have the same names!) fighting an evil entity, also named Makuta, to save an island! Some of the details are different (mask powers, the name of the guardian entity the heroes hope to revive, the specific foes Makuta enlists to fight the Toa), but the core storyline is clearly very similar. Now this might sound insane, but bear with me. What if the new storyline is a REBOOT of the classic storyline, which carries over elements of the original to tell a new story for a new generation? That would perfectly explain the shared elements of the two storylines, while also accounting for the differences between them! There are some definite clues that this theory might be correct. For instance, at the Bionicle 2015 reveal at New York Comic Con, the Lego representatives at hand stated early on that the new story was a reboot, without any qualifying statements attached that might suggest an alternative meaning of the term. Greg Farshtey, the writer of the original Bionicle story, also claimed that the new line was a reboot of the original story. While neither of these hints are definitive (after all, it's not unheard of for writers and creative professionals to lie to the faces of their most fervent fans), when combined with the similarities and differences in the two storylines it seems to be a plausible theory. But this is all speculation. What do YOU think of the possibility of a "reboot" of the classic storyline? Feel free to share your thoughts along with evidence you might have noticed yourselves!
  17. Ever since Greg Farshtey approved the idea that Melding Makuta have Courage and Peace instead of Anger and Fear, I've seen people claiming that they should also have Creation, Purity, Prosperity, and Faith. ArcticFreeze17 has a topic about the various powers he thinks Melding Makuta should have, and he's hardly the first. There have even been edits made to BS01 to that effect (which I have had to reverse). Thus, I'm asking the community to decide if we want to ask Greg to canonize the idea. Do you want to ask Greg to canonize any or all of the following? The Melding Makuta possess the power of Faith instead of Fragmentation.The Melding Makuta possess the power of Creation instead of Disintegration.The Melding Makuta possess the power of Purity instead of Poison.The Melding Makuta possess the power of Prosperity instead of Hunger.Keep in mind that Greg has the final say over this. Even if a majority say that we should ask Greg, he has the power to say no. One additional note: In Reign of Shadows, Alternate Teridax fights a Shadow Takanuva and shatters him into pieces. This would imply that the Melding Makuta do, at least, possess the power of Fragmentation -- or that they have a power with a similar effect. Please keep this in mind during the discussion.
  18. http://imgur.com/a/4UH2w I'm going to start off by saying this build was largely experimental, this is not the final version of this character. (yes that mask is a 3D print, it costed me $45 USD without shipping. I seleted the "matte black steel" option) It was difficult making the torso proportional to his legs because I wanted to include as much detail as the movie from possible, and this extended the middle of the legs quite a bit. I do like how large this figure is, but the mask looks a bit small on that torso compared to the movie. That will be taken care of in an updated version of him. I'm not sure if this looks too "busy", it was not easy to try and prevent pieces from looking they were slapped on, especially in the legs. I wish some of those technic pieces came in dark red, at least his hands match some of the movie color. Surprisingly he's very sturdy - don't ask me how that's possible with those ankle connections. I'll post instructions if people want them. Let me know what you think! Suggestions and criticism are welcome.
  19. Hey, guys! Came up with another MOC recently. I've built him surprisingly quickly from scratch in mere 2 hours. Turaga Makuta is actually an impersonation of my friend, whose nickname is Turaga Makuta. Maybe you remember that guy with LoMN covers and this story with Nathan Furst. Well, enjoy. And here is the gallery on flickr.
  20. So like, is this a thing?
  21. Makuta Malvorix A devilish fiend of a Makuta who toys with Toa and Matoran alike by reanimating their fallen comrades’ corpses. His mastery of the Tryna makes him a trickster by nature and one who plays dirty at that. His puppets are not there for show- he only needs a piece of dna or the essence of a toa’s life energy to tie them to the puppets, making them move as he sees fit. Beware, he never backs down from a challenge and is always happy to put on a horror show for the spectators (and future victims) in attendance. I don’t draw villains a lot. Malvorix was a joy to draw and I hope you all enjoy as well. Can you spot the easter eggs? Originally submitted to the Bionicle Art Squad as part of the 'Design a Makuta" challenge. Check out this topic for the First Toa Team Project, where I try to revive and provide personalities to each member of Lesovikk's Team before they were wiped out by the Zyglak. http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/11753-the-first-toa-team-project/ Don't be afraid to comment! Feedback is greatly appreciated.
  22. This is a CCBS Remake of the the classic 2003 Makuta set. When designing him, the breakthrough was the shoulder design. I was able to use two torso armors and a shoulder armor on a tiny torso to make the shoulders resemble the armor on the original set. The full gallery can be found here. Comments are appreciated!
  23. Miras is back! With a slightly modified edition of the last version I posted! Front Back Inside of the sword Outside of the sword Full gallery (When public) Changes since the previous version: A new swordHeartlightsMore armouring on the torso to fill up the gap in the middlePistons!Tubes!Modified back armourFlipped upper arm armourExtra limbs to keep the wings in placeComments and criticism welcome!
  24. What is your favorite Makuta? (had to type it, even though the title is pretty self explanatory, but whatever.) Why is he (or she) your favorite? In case your wondering, my favorite Makuta is Krika. Not only is he the only Makuta I can think of that disliked Teridax's plan, besides the ones that refused Teridax, but he looks cool. He tried to save the Universe in two ways (though one is somewhat involuntary)1. He imprisoned Miserix instead of killing him. It's partly because of Spiriah that Miserix is still alive.2. He tried to persuade Gali to leave Karda Nui so Teridax's reign could not begin. I also admire him for not killing a Toa for once. 3. He tried to infiltrate the Codrex, and risked his life in the process. Kudos to him, by the way.Okay, so that was three things. Whatever. I typed without thinking. So, in conclusion, post about your favorite Makuta and why he (or she) is your favorite. Note: this may seem a lot like the Villains of Bionicle topic, but this one is Makuta exclusive.
  25. Hello and welcome all to Glatorian Chronicles #12, which is the twelfth and final installment of the Glatorian Chronicles series!But first, let me tell new readers exactly what the GC is: This GC is, as I said before, the final installment. After this, there will be no more GC stories, even though there are other Glatorian characters in the BIONICLE universe. I only wanted to do the twelve characters released as canister sets, which with the posting of this last GC I have finally succeeded in doing.This GC, FYI, stars Mata Nui and thus is written from his point of view. Hope you enjoy it:Glatorian Chronicles #12: The Future Begins Where the Past EndsI walked through a swamp, keeping a careful eye open for a certain someone. I smelled the boggy water, heard the sounds of Rahi swimming beneath the water or flying above the treetops, felt the mud clinging to the underside of my feet, and tasted the humidity in the air. I saw the fallen stalactites scattered around the area, towering above me like the Black Spike Mountains. It was all so real that I almost forgot that it wasn’t.All these things that I smelled, heard, felt, tasted, and saw were the memories of a mask, a mask that had once walked among the living yet was not one of them. I had never physically been in Karda Nui before, but from the information I had gathered, this was how it looked just prior to my awakening. Or, I should say, prior to the awakening of Makuta Teridax in my body.As I walked across the mud islets in the swamp, I mulled over what had happened only a few hours ago. I had used a prototype of my original robot body to fight Makuta Teridax for the fate of my people and the Spherus Magnans. Thanks to the actions of Toa Tahu, I had managed to slay Teridax once and for all, saving the inhabitants of both Spherus Magna and my own universe while restoring the planet to its original state. After that, I had returned to the Mask of Life, for I had one last loose end to tie up: Toa Ignika, the spirit of the Mask of Life.Ever since Teridax forced my spirit into the Mask of Life so many months ago, my soul had dominated Ignika’s. Ignika’s soul had been dominant only once since I controlled of the mask and that when giving Toa Tahu the golden armor. Now I needed to talk with Ignika.I had never mentioned this before, but for a while now I had felt Ignika’s spirit growing stronger within the mask. At first, Ignika didn’t seem to care that I was in control, but recently it has been harder for me to remain in control of the mask. I had concluded that Ignika was trying to become the dominant soul again, although I didn’t know why.That was another reason I had rejected the offer to become leader of the new Spherus Magna. So long as Ignika was trying to reassert his control over the mask, it would be like having a ruler with a split personality: dangerous and unpredictable, maybe even worse than Teridax. As I favored peace and not conflict, I decided to figure out just what Ignika was so unhappy about.The only problem was finding Ignika. While it was true that we both shared the same vessel, our minds were not one. Therefore it was possible for Ignika to hide himself from me, as he appeared to be doing now, but I knew that I would find him eventually. He couldn’t hide forever.Just then, I heard the fluttering and buzzing of wings above me. Looking up, I saw all eight of the Karda Nui Makuta -- the ones Toa Ignika and the Toa Nuva had fought here -- flying toward me. Their weapons were drawn and they were not coming to say hello.Just as I readied myself for combat, a yellow blur shot past me. Startled, I looked up into the sky to see a single yellow-and-silver-armored Toa on a skyboard fighting all eight Makuta at once. And amazingly, he was winning.Every Makuta the yellow Toa hit with his blade screamed in pain and exploded into dust. The Makuta attempted to put up a fight, but they were clearly outmatched by this unstoppable Toa. Bitil summoned multiple versions of himself from the past, but not a single one survived the Toa’s onslaught. Icarax tried to come up from behind, though the Toa seemed to have seen that coming, for he whirled around and with one swift blow completely disintegrated the Makuta.Soon, where eight powerful Makuta once flew, none remain. Only the yellow Toa still flew, looking down at me with cold green eyes as he sheathed his sword and put away his Midak Skyblaster.“You are a great fighter, Ignika,” I said, clapping my hands. “And for that I applaud you.”“I don’t want your applause,” said Ignika as he lowered from the sky. “I don’t want anything from you, Mata Nui.”“Yes, I’ve noticed your less-than-friendly attitude toward me lately,” I said as Ignika landed. “That is why I have come looking for you. What have I done to wrong you? I cannot think of why you would be so upset at me.”Ignika looked at me coldly, but didn’t answer. Instead, he folded his arms, turned around, and sat down on his skyboard, with not even one word of elaboration for this display of immature behavior.I sighed. Ignika had what the Agori would call a very childish mind. I had seen young Agori villagers act like Ignika during my time on Bara Magna, but I had never had to discipline any of them. That was always their parents’ responsibility. Therefore I was unsure how to handle this situation exactly.So I said, “Ignika, you know I can’t read your mind. Tell me what you are so upset about.”He still didn’t look at me, nor did he say anything. I was starting to think it was easier fighting Makuta Teridax than dealing with a stubborn mask, but I didn’t give up then and I wasn’t giving up now. I needed to get Ignika to talk to me, and I knew the best way how.“Ignika, stop this,” I told him. “Would Matoro act so childishly when he was upset? Wouldn’t he tell his friends the reasons for his anger, rather than keeping it to himself and leaving his friends to guess it?”That seemed to do it, for Ignika looked up at me. His expression was still unkind, however. He was frowning and his eyes were narrowed, although I did not feel apprehensive or fear. Emotions couldn’t hurt someone unless they were acted upon and Ignika was not acting upon his emotions yet.“You’re . . . right,” said Ignika reluctantly. “I just thought it was obvious why I am angry.”“Well, it’s not,” I said. ”We may share the same mask, but that doesn’t mean I can read your thoughts, Ignika. Tell me what is upsetting you.”Ignika stood up and turned to face me. I felt power radiating from his body like heat, but I stood my ground. Ignika wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. That much I knew.“I want to be a Toa again,” Ignika said, pointing at his own body. “And I am angry because you’re not letting me create a new body for myself so I can be a Toa again.”“Ah,” I said. “I didn’t realize you still wanted to be a Toa.”“Of course you didn’t,” said Ignika, not looking me in the eyes. “You were too busy saving the world to care about the wants of a simple mask.”I wanted to argue that that wasn’t true, but I knew that Ignika was right. During my time as the Great Spirit of my body, I had never really paid attention to what happened inside of me. My focus was always on the outside, on the planets I visited and cultures I observed. I rarely thought about what the people I ruled and protected were going through. It appeared that I had done the same thing with Ignika, except on a much smaller scale.So I said, “Ignika, I apologize for not taking your own wants into account. I just did what I thought was for the greater good. I didn’t intend to upset you.”“That’s a joke,” said Ignika with a laugh. “And that’s funny because I’m not good at spotting jokes. The only thing I got to do was give Tahu the golden armor, and that was only because Tren Krom sent me a message that activated the golden armor feature. You were the one fighting Teridax and saving two worlds while I just sat by and basically did nothing.”“As you said, you gave Tahu the golden armor,” I pointed out. “If Tahu had never received the golden armor, I would never have defeated Teridax once and for all. And then we’d all be dead, Ignika, you included.”“I know,” said Ignika, kicking a nearby stone into the muddy water with a splash. “But, unless you have sand in your ears, you’d have noticed that I said that Tren Krom sent a message to me that activated the golden armor feature. It wasn’t a conscious choice on my part.”“Yet it was still a heroic deed nonetheless,” I said.Ignika looked up at me with a scorching glare and said, “Was it, Mata Nui? I’m not so sure. If I was forced to do it, how can it be heroic? Aren’t heroes the people who choose to act when everyone else chooses not to? How can I be heroic if I wasn’t given a choice to act or not to act?”“You have a point,” I admitted. “But giving you a body so you can play hero won’t change that.”Too late did I realize the mistake I made in saying that, for Ignika’s eyes flared and he said, “Play hero? You think I only want to play hero, like . . . like a child?”It was at that moment that a sharp pain resonated through the back of my head. It wasn’t physical pain, for inside the mask I didn’t have a physical body. It was a mental or spiritual pain, the kind only a spirit could inflict upon another spirit. That meant Ignika was attacking me.I cried out as I fell to my knees. The blow felt strong and concentrated, not accidental. Was Ignika trying to harm me? Or was he, in his anger, simply losing control of his powers?Whatever the case, I knew I had to calm him down somehow before he went too far.So I looked up at Ignika, whose arms were still folded and whose eyes were still cold.“I want my body back,” Ignika said, his green eyes more feral than rational. “You know, the only reason I let you control the mask in the first place was because I thought you’d let me have my body back once you completed your mission. But if you won’t willingly give control of the mask back to me, then maybe I’ll just take it back by force.”Another stab of pain in my head, but I kept my eyes locked on Ignika. I showed no weakness to him, because I now knew that he was intentionally trying to subdue me. And, with horror, I realized he would probably succeed, for up until now he had merely allowed me control of the mask. In a sheer contest of wills, I knew he’d crush me unless I could reason with him.“Ignika,” I said, struggling to raise my hand. “Don’t do this. Toa don’t force others to give them the things they want. It’s not heroic.”“Well, Mata Nui, you yourself said that I was just playing hero,” Ignika replied. “So, I can do whatever I want, since I’m not a ‘real’ Toa.”The next attack was so fierce, so powerful, that I nearly blacked out. I hit the mud and slowly started sinking in. I couldn’t even move my limbs I was so weak. His will was crushing mine, as easily as a giant crushes an ant.I couldn’t allow Ignika to become the dominant spirit or recreate his body, however. Repeating the Great Beings’ mistakes was something I had vowed to prevent at all costs. To keep history from repeating itself, the Mask of Life needed to be out of the picture, at least temporarily. And so I needed to defeat Ignika somehow, prevent him from regaining control of the mask before it was too late.At first, I feared that I would not be able to dominant Ignika’s fierce, overwhelming will. Yet, as I sank deeper into the mud, I realized that Ignika, in order to attack me, must have made a mental connection between us. If he could attack my mind, then maybe I could attack his, as well.I would not, however, attack with anger and frustration, which were Ignika’s choice weapons. Instead, I would hit Ignika with something even worse: my memories.Using all of my mental energy, I found the mental connection between our minds. This move seemed to surprise Ignika, for the pressure he was putting on me lifted slightly, but it was just enough to give me an opening. Calling upon my memories, I projected them into his mind, allowing him to see the things I had seen repeated many, many times on my journey across the universe.Whole planets at war with each other, fighting over badly-needed natural resources that they didn’t want to share. Dictators ordering the deaths of millions of innocent people for no reason other than to satisfy their bloodlust. Weapons of mass destruction blowing up whole cities, annihilating thousands of beings in the blink of an eye. Soldiers armed with deadly weapons going from city to city, killing anyone they came across, even -- or especially -- if that person was a civilian.And, finally, I showed him one of my earliest memories, from when I first left Spherus Mana: The Shattering. I showed him the massive explosion that ripped through the planet. Showed him Spherus Magna shattering into three smaller planets as the population plunged into chaos due to the catastrophe and sudden lack of central government. Showed him the corpse of an Agori that was flung from the shattered planet, which drifted by my head even as I departed from Spherus Magna to begin my 100,000 year long journey around the universe.And, without warning, I was back on the surface of the swamp at Ignika’s feet. Ignika’s will no longer pressed down on my own, so I stood back up and looked at Ignika to see how he had reacted to the memories I had shared with him.Ignika looked like he had fallen over in the mud himself, for his yellow and silver armor was streaked with it. His green eyes were no longer cold with apathy, but wide with shock and horror.For a moment, I wondered if I had gone too far. The horrors I had shown him had shaken even me and I had more experience with death and mass destruction than Ignika did. Had I shocked Ignika so badly that he could no longer speak? Had I somehow damaged his mind with the horrors that I had showed him?Then Ignika spoke. “I . . . I had no idea there was such suffering and evil in the universe . . .”I nodded. “It’s hard to believe, but I hope you now understand why I cannot allow you to become Toa Ignika once more.”“I . . . I think I do,” said Ignika, one hand on his heartlight. “But I would never do any of that.”“I know you wouldn’t, but others would,” I said as I wiped some of the mud off my hands. “Even if you did nothing, the Spherus Magnans would divide into groups: those who support you and those who don’t. They would harm each other in their zeal for or against me. Yet it has nothing to do with you, Ignika, and everything to do with me.”Ignika looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”“I’m an important figure to both the native Spherus Magnans and to the inhabitants of my former body,” I said. “They want me to rule them, but I know that would be foolish. It’d be best for them to learn to rule themselves, rather than relying on another powerful yet fallible being to make all of the hard decisions for them. And besides, not all of them want me as their leader. Many, I am sure, want nothing more than to see me dead.”“I see,” said Ignika, realization slowly dawning in his eyes. “I think I understand what you mean. You don’t want either of us to become dictators or somehow disrupt the new society, is that it?”“Exactly,” I said, nodding. “Under different circumstances, I would let you become Toa Ignika again. As it is, though, too many people still associate the Mask of Life with me and will associate it with me for many years to come. I don’t want people to take advantage of you in order to get to me.”Ignika nodded unhappily. “You’re right. Maybe it would be too dangerous for me to make a new body. I guess that it’s for the greater good that I remain a mask forever.”Sighing, Ignika turned away, probably to leave, but I had to say one last thing to him. He sounded so sad, which made me feel sorry for him. I didn’t want to crush his spirits, yet at the same time I didn’t want to install false hope in him, either. I would give him something to look forward to. Something that would make the inevitable years of waiting that awaited us bearable.“Hey, Ignika,” I said, putting one hand on his shoulder.Ignika looked at me, frowning. “Yes, Mata Nui? What is it?”“I just wanted to tell you that it won’t be this way forever,” I said. “Someday, we’ll return and live among the Spherus Magnans. Maybe if a new threat emerges, Toa Ignika can live once more.”“And what if Spherus Magna is never threatened by a new evil?” asked Ignika. “Do I remain a mere mask forever?”“No,” I said as I shook my head. “If the day comes when the Spherus Magnans no longer look upon me or the Mask of Life with the reverence with which they do currently, then we can return and live among them like normal people. You could even be a Toa again if you wanted to.”Ignika smiled, the first time I had ever seen him do it. “Thank you, Mata Nui. You are a kind being.”I took my hand off of his shoulder and said, “You’re welcome, Ignika. In the meantime, I think we’ll both have to be patient, because it’ll probably be a while before we can return to the physical world.”Ignika shrugged. “Before I became a Toa the first time, all I ever did was wait for someone to come and use me to heal you. I think you’re the one who is going to have to learn patience, Mata Nui.”It took me a moment to realize, but that was the first time I had ever heard Ignika joke. Before I could comment on it, Ignika started his skyboard and flew away. I stood in the swamp and watched him go, wondering what the future had in store, not only for us, but for Spherus Magna as a whole as well.I was also making plans, arrangements for where the Mask of Life would be placed until its proper time. Right now it was in the hands of Toa Tahu, but I knew a better place where it could stay until the time came for Ignika and I to return. It was a dangerous place, one that most beings could not get to, but it was, in my opinion, the best place to hide the mask. I just needed to communicate to Tahu to contact the Order of Mata Nui and then, like Ignika, I would wait.THE END of the Glatorian Chronicles.To be continued in “Dawn of the New Century.” Coming to the Epics forum late 2012/early 2013. And so the Glatorian Chronicles is finally, truly finished. It was a fun project, one I honestly didn't think I'd ever actually finish, but here I am, posting the very last story in the series, which just feels great. I should celebrate.Comments, criticism, questions, etc. are all welcomed and encouraged .-TNTOS-Edit: Made a few changes in response to Yukiko's review below.
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