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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. -
The other day I had a chance to sit down and watch the "Metru Nui duology" (LoMN and WoS) back-to-back, saving the LoMN epilogue for the very end of both films. Upon doing this, and looking up what I could find on BS01 about the subject, a question occurred to me: What exactly was stopping the Turaga and Matoran from going back to Metru Nui at any time, either just after awakening the Matoran or after Makuta's defeat in '01? Obviously the Visorak were infesting the city for a while, but Vakama took care of that problem...so they spent 1,000 years on Mata Nui building their villages and such, only to THEN go back and rebuild the city. Why not just start rebuilding Metru Nui to begin with? Thoughts? Lewa0111 Nuva
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Preface: This isn't really a comedy. It's more like a Mata Nui fiction that doesn't take itself too seriously. I'm trying to make the story make some sense in the Bionicle Universe, so you, the reader, can latch on to the characters. There's nothing too serious or ridiculous in this. But I guess that's what real comedies are - people in somewhat realistic situations and the hijinks that ensue. Enjoy. Chapter Where It All Went Wrong "Brother, why did you come again?" groaned Kopaka Nuva. "Well, I've got nothing else to do. If anyone knows where my Kakama is, I'd be very willing to help." replied Tahu. "And by nothing to do, you mean attending another one of Turaga Vakama's preachings at the Amaja Circle? I could just deliver it to you." said Kopaka. "I need this Mask as soon as possible, brother. I don't want to keep myself waiting." said Tahu. "Strange you mention that. I didn't know you liked traversing up icy mountains struck by snowstorm." mumbled Kopaka. An icy mountain indeed. The two Toa were trudging through a thick layer of snow on the slopes of Mount Ihu, in search of Tahu's Kakama Nuva. In little time, the snowstorm went from slightly annoying to irritating. The Toa of Fire groaned, so Kopaka raised his Ice Blades and made the snowstorm calm down. "Shame. I was enjoying that storm." uttered Kopaka. "But of course, the valiant Tahu Nuva will tremble when he touches a snowflake." "Oh really? How does my frosty friend take the heat?" snapped Tahu. With this sudden anger, Tahu shot a small jet of flame at Kopaka, hitting the Toa of Ice with a sting. "Pardon me, brother? said Kopaka. "Are you trying to challenge me in my own realm?" "Oh yes, I am." replied a cocky Tahu. With this, Kopaka charged up his Ice Blades and struck Tahu with a wave of ice. Tahu responded to this by activating his Hau Nuva, shielding him from the blast. There was just one problem. It also shielded Kopaka. "Better luck next time, hothead." said Kopaka. Just after Tahu's failed attempt at protecting himself, Kopaka's wrath had come down upon him. Tahu had taken the blow, and when he got up, swords ready, he shouted: "Enough of this. This is no longer our war. This is everyone's war." "Brother, why are you being so dramatic? And angry? Have you defected again?" questioned Kopaka. "Hey! That's Lewa's job! And, why do you think? I'm angry all the time." snapped Tahu. "You should really stay away from Gali..." mumbled Kopaka. "Anyway, this means WAR!" shouted Tahu. * * * "And... Po-Koro wins the game against Le-Koro and Onu-Koro!" said the Matoran announcer of the Kohlii match. The roaring crowds of Po-Koro cheered for their superstar team of Hewkii and Hafu once again, eliminating yet another Koro from the Kohlii Championship. The representative Toa were also at the game, with Pohatu cheering alongside his village while Onua and Lewa sat down in mild disappointment. "Brother, is it just me, or this Championship completely unfair? Kohlii is pretty much a Po-Koro exclusive sport-game, and they will crush-smash anyone who oppoes them on the field." moaned Lewa. "Certainly, treeswinger. But I guess you Le-Koroans prefer jumping aimlessly than playing an intelligent sport." laughed Onua. "Ha! At least we are lively-free compared to your kind! You just sit-lie around in caves and ride-tame Ussal crabs!" replied Lewa. Onua responded with a silent growl. This was when a shy Ko-Matoran named Kopeke rushed into the arena, quite desperately. "Everyone! Everyone! Urgent news!" cried out Kopeke. "What is it, Ko-Matoran?" asked Pohatu. "Ta-Koro and Ko-Koro have participated in war! And we need your help!" Chapter Leaves and Rocks Are Ready, Stones and Water Aren't The audience gasped. All three villages that had heard Kopeke's words were shocked. Pohatu stood up and heard the shouts of the Matoran spectators. The Matoran yelled such things as: "Mata Nui! What caused this?!" "Tahu is at it again!" "We must stop them!" "How are we supposed to, Pekku?" "We will charge in with our Gukko birds!" "Kopeke! You're finally speaking!" Pohatu widened his eyes in shock. Lewa and Onua also stood up. In all the chaos, Turaga Matau and Turaga Whenua both stood up to address their villages, and Matau opened with a speech. "Le-Matoran! We must fight-battle in this war! We must defend our honour-respect! Prepare the Gukko Force, because we have to defend ourselves!" he commanded. "I stand with Matau! Onepu! High Commander of our very own Ussalry! Prepare your crab-riding troops! We must defend our homes!" commanded Turaga Whenua. The villages of Le-Koro and Onu-Koro cheered, while the Matoran of Po-Koro looked around, confused. Turaga Onewa could not engage in this war, even if he wanted to. His village didn't have any kind of infantry - just carvers and traders. He was going to take a side in the war, but simply didn't. With this, Turaga Whenua stepped down from his post, and rallied up his Onu-Matoran, leaving the Kohlii field. Turaga Matau did a similar thing, whilst Turaga Onewa stayed behind to inform his village of his decision. "Po-Matoran of Po-Koro! Since our village does not have an infantry, unlike the other villages, I have decided that we will be neutral. I blame this on Hafu, as he wastes his time on making faces rather than barricades." addressed Turaga Onewa. "Hey! You never told me I should be making walls before!" snapped Hafu. "Nevertheless, we shall send in our beloved guardian, Toa Pohatu... what, you're now a Toa Nuva? Fine. Our beloved guardian, Toa Pohatu Nuva will be participating in the war for diplomacy." said Turaga Onewa. "Wait? Diplomacy? I could just kick a mountain into dust and end this war! Now I'm used for diplomacy?" groaned Pohatu. "Diplomacy is my word for participating in war, Toa." whispered Turaga Onewa. "What's the status on Macku... errr... Ga-Koro? Will they be fighting alongside the other Koros?" asked Hewkii. "Probably not. Too peaceful and virtuous. Seriously, I don't think anyone has ever had a debate in Ga-Koro." replied Turaga Onewa. With that, the Turaga led his village back to the desert sands of Po-Koro, each Matoran with their own thoughts on the war. Hafu had to build barricades, Ahkmou wondered if his master was at it again, and Hewkii was thinking about Macku. This was surely going to be an interesting fight. Back at Po-Koro, Hewkii was quite worried about Macku. Was she safe? Was she hanging up yet another article of Hewkii memorabilia? Was she fishing? Was she in danger? Hewkii had enough. He decided to sneak out of the village and check on her. When Hewkii finally walked out of his hut and onto the empty road, someone had stopped him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going, Hewkii?" he said. "Ga-Koro. Don't tell Onewa." replied Hewkii. "Come on! I'll have to tell him. It's probably been the two-thousandth time you've done this!" he moaned. "Hafu, Macku is important to me. I must check on her in this urgent time." asserted Hewkii. "Alright, I'll tag along." responed Hafu. Hewkii, now with Hafu, continued walking along the dunes of Po-Wahi, travelling a long way to Ga-Koro. This wasn't hard at all for Hewkii, as he had indeed done this routine many times. Once the two eventually reached the gates of Ga-Koro, they looked around the village, and noticed no movement or vibrancy that the village was known to have. Strangely, not a single Matoran seemed to step out into the sunlight. Hewkii and Hafu strolled onto the causeway, and were met by Turaga Nokama. "Hewkii! You're here again? Oh, well... Hafu's here. This must be important. What is it?" asked Turaga Nokama. "We came here on the... usual business, and we noticed the village was empty. Why is it empty?" replied Hewkii. "The village is under curfew. Not ordered by me, actually." said Turaga Nokama. Right as the Turaga mentioned this, she was knocked on the head, and collapsed onto the floor, unconscious. A large figure stood behind her, menacingly. "Ah yes, Hafu and Hewkii. What are you doing here? Do I need to do the same to you as I did Nokama?" said the figure. "You shouldn't need to, Tahu." answered Hafu. "Why not? I have the upper hand, and I could kill you if I flick my finger." sassed Tahu. "Before you do that, oh, and by the way, don't do that, tell me why you're doing this. It's unnecessary." questioned Hewkii. "Beats me. Winning a war against a Toa with a telescope in his eye is complicated." replied the Toa of Fire. "Hey, weren't you supposed to be menacing a minute ago?" asked Hafu. "Thanks for reminding me, buddy. Let me just get out my Magma Swords and whack you across the head with them..." said Tahu. To be continued... if I have the time to continue the story... Chapter A Little Help? "Hewkii! Hewkii! Are you alive? Is your mask broken? Are you dying? Answer me!" yelled Hafu. "Nuuuuooo.... I'mmm.... aaaaahhhhlieevv...." groaned Hewkii, just now opening his eyes. "Hewkii! You're awake!" jumped Hafu. "Uhhhh.... yeah. Why are you so happy I'm awake?" asked Hewkii. "We've been here for such a long time! I'm so bored..." moaned Hafu. "You've been here for days... weeks... months..." "YEARS!" uttered someone behind them. "Nah, Nuju and I have been here for two days." said Hafu. "Wait... what? Nuju's here? And why is he speaking Matoran?" mumbled Hewkii. "< I do it on necessary occasions, Hewkii. >" said Nuju. < > = Translated from Nuju's signature clicking and whistling - Prof. "Only problem is that he speaks in Matoran on very rare occasions. I still don't know why..." said Hafu. "< In memory of something I once knew and cherished. But you don't know that... >" replied Nuju. "We might want to snatch Matoro if we want to translate this whistling. But how do we get out of this prison cell?" queried Hewkii. "< You do know I can still use telekinesis, right? >" whistled Nuju. "Let's wait for a guard to pass by. He'll come soon." suggested Hewkii. Five hours later It turns out that the guard wasn't going to come by so soon. The three ended up waiting a long while, until a Ta-Matoran guard walked by to feed the jellyfish in the lamps. The guard was carrying some sort of spear, with two prongs. Hafu recognised this as a weapon members of the Ta-Koro Guard used. The guard walked up to the cell Hewkii, Nuju and Hafu were in, and at that moment, Nuju activated his Matatu. He mentally grasped a heatstone out of the guard's belt, and silently brought it over to his cell. The guard didn't even notice. Right as the guard walked out, Hewkii started speaking. "Yes! You got something! Only problem is that it's a heatstone." he said. "We we could melt away the bars." replied Hafu. "< That would take such a long time. >" added Nuju. "That would take forever." groaned Hewkii. "< I already said that, Hewkii. >" sighed Nuju. "Well, it's our only way out of here." said Hafu. With that, Hafu turned on the heatstone inconspicuously and placed it on the prison bars. It certainly did take a long time, as the bars were very thick protodermis that would take a blow from Onua or Pohatu to break. It was a long process that took hours with just a heatstone. When Hafu woke up to check on the progress of melting, he tapped the metal with his fist, and noticed that it crumbled. "Nuju! Hewkii! The bars have melted! We can finally escape!" smiled Hafu. "< At last, I am free from this lowly place! >" said Nuju. Hafu managed to crumble the rest of the bars, and the three rushed out. They would have been off, if it weren't for some of the other prisoners. Among the prisoners were Kopeke, Macku, Kongu, Tamaru, and Hahli. When the trio opened Macku's cell, she immediately ran out and hugged Hewkii. "Hewkii! I was so worried! And... why am I hugging you?" burst out Macku. "< Especially since this relationship isn't canon. >" muttered Nuju. Yes, Nuju can break the fourth wall now. Deal with it - Prof. "I suppose we'll be off-gone?" added Kongu. "We certainly will be Kongu. Let's get outta here." replied Hewkii. Chapter The Fellowship of the Ring... errr... the War. “Well, let us not idle-wait here! We must go!” exclaimed Kongu. “Shhhh! There are guards and a Toa of Fire out there!” whispered Hewkii. At Hewkii’s command, the group became silent and scuttled out of the prison. Slowing walking out of the floating cellblock, the Matoran looked every way in front of them to make sure that they could escape. As Kopeke frantically looked around to be absolutely sure, he spotted Agni holding a Ta-Koro Guard spear and pacing around. “Huu-hu-Hewkii! Hafu! There’s a Ta-Koro Guard member over there!” stuttered Kopeke. “Is he Makuta?” asked Kapura. “No, it’s a Ta-Matoran guard-watcher, slowthink Kapura.” said Tamaru. “Is he Makuta?” asked Kapura. “Are you stupid, fire-spitter?” snapped Macku? “< He was banned from his village, so... yes. >” whistled Nuju. “Could you please be quiet?” groaned Agni. “Guarding here.” “Yahhhh! Begone, Agni!” shrieked Kongu. Shocked, Macku, Kongu and Tamaru jumped into the water, hastily swimming away to the shore. That left Kapura, Nuju, Kopeke, Hafu, and Hewkii outside the prison, now in the custody of Agni. However, before the rest of the company could react, the entire village shook in a wave motion. This continued for a short minute, gradually increasing in intensity. Then, suddenly, a tall, slender figure leaped out of the water and landed onto the platform. “The village of Ga-Koro is peaceful and serene. Not the place of a prison, Ta-Matoran.” commanded Gali Nuva. “Bring out the Boxors!” yelled Agni. As soon as Agni called out for help, he indeed got help. Thunderous footsteps filled the air as the mechanical Boxor vehicles stepped out of their sheds. Piloted by two Onu-Matoran, the Boxors stood out menacingly as they faced the Toa Nuva of Water. The Matoran pilots adjusted the systems within a second, and the machines roared to life. Within a millisecond, two powerful fists shot foward. Gali didn’t even flinch. She activated her Hau Nuva, bringing up a defensive aura around her and the Matoran. “Let us go, dear Matoran!” called out Gali. “But I’m a Po-Koroan carver! I can’t swim!” cried Hafu. “< Hello? Help for the elderly? >” clicked Nuju. “We shall resort to flight!” said Gali. Calling upon the power of the Miru Nuva, she lifted herself and the Matoran up in there for a split second, until she launched the company through the air with the Kakama Nuva, eventually landing on a nearby hill. “Well, that was a blast. Having a Toa Nuva around and all.” said Hewkii. “Thank you for your help, great Toa.” thanked Hafu. “Not a problem, carver, but I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you here. My village is in danger, and Tahu isn’t very pleasant when he’s angry.” responded Gali. Before any of them could blink their eyes, the Toa of Water had dashed off back to Ga-Koro. That left the fraction of the company without direction or protection. Hafu walked up to a vantage point and looked over Ga-Koro, recollecting what had somehow just happened. The village was in ruin, and pillars of smoke rose from the huts. “So... we just got captured, escaped from prison, got saved by Gali Nuva, and flown to the top of this hill. What a time.” sighed Hafu. “< Hafu, little one, you’re not the narrator. Leave that to Vakama. >” said Nuju. “Let’s assess our situation here. We need to find Kongu, Macku and Tamaru, find Nuju a translator, and not get captured again. But... where are Kongu, Macku and Tamaru?” assessed Hewkii. “Are they along the shore? They would probably be there.” stumbled Kopeke. “Then let’s go to the beach.” said Hewkii. “The protodermis in the rock can be seen, but not in sand.” mumbled Kapura. “What does that even mean?” asked Hafu. Chapter The Trek-About
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This this took way too long to complete, glad it's finished, though. And yes, the text does say something. Drawn completely in photoshop. I've always loved the science fiction aspect that the later story of Bionicle took on, and with the up and coming generation, I suppose this could be thought as homage to the story we had before. (Clicky for the link, warning, file is over 9 mb in size.) And here's a version without the text. C&C appreciated.
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I've received a lot of positive feedback from my TOA MANGAI posters so I thought I would show the process of making one, Enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlAHIs7wxzo See the rest of the posters here http://imgur.com/a/8WMnO#0 For more be sure to follow the facebook fan page and subscribe https://www.facebook.com/MetruNuiLegacy https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChfpsYvEPBITB6d8pTcuasQ
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"The final battle is here! The gallant knight Mata Nui gears up andsets off to slay the evil beast, Makuta!" I started out to make a revamp of the (titan) Toa Mata Nui, but I got to liking the idea of a revamped Toa-sized Mata Nui to go along with my work-in-progress Makuta. I was aiming for the look of a knight (Mata Nui) going to slay the pesky dragon (Makuta) and ultimately incorporate more gold pieces than Toa Mata Nui did (Though that doesn't take much ). Main Photo Portrait Close-up with shield Without weapons Flickr album
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I'm sure you've all seen that "Vote Odin" poster around the internet. Well, I was scrolling through Facebook a few minutes ago, saw one, and knew I had to do this: VOTE MATA NUI Unless someone else has a better suggestion? Takanuva or Vezon, perhaps? (This is allowed, right? I figure it's mostly poking fun at politics, but still...)
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Bionicle: Kingdom come As written by yours truly An artificial story tying all my MOCs together Let's get on with it already. Chapter 1 Finally found The Ga-metru Town area was constantly filled, be it salesperson or pedestrian or official. There was always a good reason to be there, even if there wasn't, as if anything large occurred, it occurred there and nowhere else. As for decency, none of the Matoran were cheap or criminalistics. They all knew each other, and liked each other, and it kept their social status up. There were a few Matoran, Male ones, called in to wear blue armour and be social leaders, but they had to be trusted to their position. Kihohiki, Matoran of sound and the most outstanding of the Matoran implant leaders, finally groaned. He flopped his hand out of bed and wished he could just crack the alarm clock in two. Straining, he raised himself out of bed, and eventually got ready to go. It was a weekend, which meant he had to do some announcements at noon. Remembering that suddenly, he whipped himself around to face the clock. 11:57 A.M. Dropping breakfast 'til lunch time, he bolted out the door and ran as fast as he could to the city square. After a few minutes, he walked up to the edge of the Podium, and opened up a small slip of paper. "Welcome, once again, to the Ga-metru public announcement area(still city square). Thank you all for coming, and continuing to stay conscious this long." After a short laugh from the audience, he continued. "Our main announcement we wish to state is that this next week, we will be hosting the official election party for sub-city official. The candidates are up, and we hope you have a person picked out to vote for, because..." he went on, noticing a being, much bigger than a Matoran or Toa, sitting just out of sight of anyone else, scanning the crowds for something. As Kihohiki talked, he kept his eyes on that being, all while unlatching a firearm from the inside of the podium, until the being noticed Kihohiki staring right at him. He pulled the firearm out, and yelled out "Freeze!", but the being did not "Freeze" as expected. He instead leapt towards the podium. The Matoran fired, but the firearm didn't even stratch it, and it landed on Kihohiki, knocking him unconscious. Kihohiki awoke in great pain. He tried to move, but to no avail. He flashed his eyes open as best he could, and got a help at doing so when a hideous, disoriented figure looked down at him distastefully. Kihohiki gasped/screamed, and tried frantically to slip away, but to no avail. The odd creature laughed, and it turned into more of a diseased cackle. Moving away, Kihohiki noticed it was wearing a lab coat, but heavily stained with blood, and the whole room he was in looked like a ruined laboratory. That's why I can't slip away. thought Kihohiki as he felt the heavy metal straps holding him into position. The odd creature returned, with an I.V. in his hand, and slowly slid it into Kihohiki's arm. Kihohiki cringed, and shed a slight tear. He was deathly afraid of needles and was scared to have them even be next to him. The "Scientist" laughed a more sincere laugh, and lent in close to him. "Why are you weeping, Hm? Don't you know Toa don't cry?" and with that, he injected the anesthetic. Next chapter coming up soon.
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OK so we know about the Makuta's master plan. We know he needed to dispose of Mata Nui's spirit somehow and he chose to do that by putting it into the Kanohi Ignika and launching it into outer space. My question is: why the Ignika? It's the most powerful mask in the Matoran Universe. If I were overthrowing someone my first choices would be (a) kill him or (b) put him in a position where he has no power. There were like a million powerless Matoran Kanohi he could've put his spirit into, why did he choose the most powerful Kanohi of all, the one Kanohi that could create a new body and grant its allies Elemental Powers? And come to think of it, why did he put his spirit in a Kanohi at all, which can survive outer space? Why didn't he just put Mata Nui's spirit into Hafu, ejected Hafu into outer space (he did that anyway) and that would be the end of it: Mata Nui would be dead. BS01 states that the Makuta knew about the Ignika's power to obliterate all life in the Matoran Universe and wanted it gone for that reason, but that doesn't answer my question: the Makuta could have easily expelled both the Ignika and a hypothetical other host for the spirit of Mata Nui such as Hafu. That wouldn't solve the problem of having some sentient Kanohi out there with powers over life, but at least it would be controlled by the very immature Toa Ignika. Although the chances of Mata Nui coming back to fight the Makuta might have been small, it's like the Makuta was trying to run a risk here by giving the most powerful object in his universe the mind of the former most powerful being who he had now turned into his mortal enemy. So, why? -
Where Wisdom and Valor Fail Part I: The Places Loved “The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.” Walking the moonlit beaches of the Charred Forest, Kapura peered out at the ocean, looking for something in the depths. He was not sure what he was looking for, only that he was looking for something, according to Turaga Vakama. Yet the ocean remained uninterrupted, not even the light breeze rippling its seamless surface. Nothing could be seen out there tonight gleaming in the moonlight that suggested that there was anything on the beach besides the Ta-Matoran himself. He could not even distinguish the village of Ga-Koro under the night’s sky, the fishermen of the town in bed for a few more hours. As he watched the scene, Kapura felt some resonating peace, feeling in the deepest hours of the night a quiet that he rarely knew. This was a night where the shadows were not to be feared, an occasion seldom found on Mata Nui, especially in these “Dark Times”, as the Turaga called them. Makuta had used the Rahi and the very island against the Matoran, and months and years of fighting had left the villagers in a chaotic mind state; they now knew no rest, so paranoid that the Makuta lurked in every shadow that they even carried out their chores in a raging fashion. According to the myths of Ta-Koro, not even the burnt trees behind Kapura were safe. Too much propaganda had built up in the villages of the enemy to where it was said with certainty of truth and little proof. But out on this still ocean, out where all of the worries had not littered, Kapura was certain that the shadows were nothing more than shadows. Makuta could only control the island, the Ta-Matoran knew; The tyrant’s grip could not brush the stars. Surrounded by paradise, he did not want to leave. The sand seemed to nuzzle his body as he sat against a tree of the forest, procuring him to stay and watch this starry night until the sun rose over the ocean. But Vakama would worry, not understanding that some shadows were nothing more than shadows. Reluctantly picking himself up, with nothing to report of tonight, he turned to the path from where he came. He unsheathed his throwing disk as he saw the glow in the forest, which had not been present when Kapura had come this way. Something up ahead illuminated the path of packed ash, unmoving as he took blatant steps toward it. The stillness would have put any other Matoran on edge, nervous for a possible meeting with a new infected Rahi, but the Ta-Matoran was as stoic as the ocean behind him, snaking his way off the path to reproach from a more cautious angle. It was no new Rahi, but a stone that sat embedded in between the roots, glowing red about the dark wood. There were no signs of it having been placed, per lacking fresh tracks leading away from it. Though a bit puzzled on why it was here, Kapura knew exactly what it was, and what the Turaga had said about anyone that might find it. They'd been lost months ago, when the exiled Takua was caught in an ambush set by the Makuta and his Rahi in Kini-Nui, and now Kapura looked around warily for any monsters that might be lurking in the shadows. There were none, he assured himself, but as the stone pulsated, its power within reverberating through the rock, Kapura suddenly knew the night was not as still as it seemed. *** He came back to the village in the dead of night, without a sound, yet the blushing glow of the Toa Stone brought everyone from their beds. Kapura could feel the eyes of Ta-Koro anxiously watching him, and as he crossed the village square to the suva, he felt more nervous than he had ever remembered having been; but he had walked the charred forest for years, with the Rahi hidden, watching in fear, and through them, the Makuta. The villager’s eyes were nothing more, so why should he be nervous? Yet as he approached the suva, he remembered all of the nights he had thought of it as nothing more than ornamental; but with this stone in hand, he finally felt the holy aura that had been long forgotten. He emerged moments later, feeling as when he had awakened for the first time on the beaches of Ga-Wahi. Though he walked with the same stride as he did when practicing, Kapura felt taller and more agile than the Ta-Matoran he had just been. Through his being pulsated a power, remnants of the stone, something that he had not felt earlier in the evening. “Turaga, what does this mean?” the new Toa of Fire asked, crimson hands reaching toward the elder for answers. “Hope, I think,” Vakama replied with a smile, his joyful mask an orange candle in the blackness of the night. *** He was on lookout once again, this time pacing above the walls of Ta-Koro with the uncanny feeling of vertigo, as he was now considerably taller than the rest of the guard. Discontent with walking aimlessly along the pathway, Kapura propped himself on a ledge, while Matoran were nestled in their posts. A colony of Nui Rama had been sighted out in the Wahi that afternoon, and a scout had been reported missing not long after. Jaller and Vakama had put the Guard on full alert, and Kapura had returned immediately to his old post. The two officials had mentioned nothing, as if the transformation had not occurred. Though presence of a Toa was a novelty on the island, he and the villagers would have time to marvel at it later. But wasn’t it the job of a Toa to save others? Kapura thought once he had settled into the watch, curious if they were going to pull him for some other job. Fog was making its way from the charred forest in the distance to the path of the village, and everyone was holding their breath for the Ta-Koran to walk out of it, safe and sound. The order was for a search party provided he was not found by nightfall, but somehow Kapura felt it was far past the time when a party should have been sent out. As all eyes waited for motion from the gloom, the unsure Toa let his own vision wander. The darkening skies of Ta-Wahi were clear of anything dangerous, and the ground was still… but the lava caught Toa Kapura’s eye. The Lake of Fire seemed to pour towards the Koro, the village being some plug that had been pulled from a great drain at the bottom. The lava didn’t usually flow like that toward the village, unless… “Captain,” Kapura spoke up. The yellow Hau jolted in his direction, the breaking of the silence startling him. “What do you see, Kapura?” he asked. “The water drains from a sealed bowl,” he riddled the Matoran, gesturing to the lava. Cocking his head in confusion, Jaller scanned the lake as Kapura had done, and seeing what the Toa saw, he cursed. Red armored Rahi were sneaking their way to the city gates, hovering across the lava they blended into. If they didn’t act now, the beasts would be swarming Ta-Koro soon. Jaller began to issue hand signals, with Kapura relaying them to the Matoran who could not see the orders. The company took aim, and with a mighty heave, the disks flew. As quickly as the projectiles soared away, their targets jumped from their camouflage to come flying back. Wings were beating fast enough to deflect the bamboo as a swarm of Nui-Rama charged in a beeline towards the guards, and all was chaos. Angry buzzing filled the air as they swept on top of the guards with sharp claws. More disks and staffs were unsheathed to beat the creatures back, landing solid blows to counter the Rahi; and though they jabbed back with the fury of a bonfire, the Nui Rama had the edge in size. Kapura leveled the playing field with that factor as he tackled one of the flyers away from a Matoran, almost too fast to see. The time for moving slow was past, and now he dove in with speed enough to match the Rahi’s own, as they spilled onto the ground of the village. The Toa of Fire landed on bottom and was forced to stare into the eyes of a rusted Kanohi mask as the beast snarled at him, revolted as they grappled face to face, and that was enough motivation to kick the beast off of him. It tried flying away, but he snatched its wing with blinding speed and delivered a blow that subjugated the Rama. He would deal with that one later, Kapura thought as he felt the strength of a Toa coursing within him. With the use of his old tricks he was on the wall again, dropping in on another beast as they swarmed over the rest of the Guards. Landing on the back of a beast, he sent it crashing down to the ground with a screech, the shock of its fall leaving it immobilized. Spotting another about to descend on him, he grabbed the stunned creature, spinning it once, twice, and then… he let it go, crashing into the advancing attack, and sent the duo soaring away from the battlefield. The hot flash on his face as he ran back to battle was not from the flush of embarrassment from the bewildered Matoran who had seen that, Kapura figured as he bashed back another invader. He could feel something more behind his punch than had been there before, as if an extra vein of energy was flowing through his arms. His Kanohi had been activated, Kapura realized, his fist collided with another Nui Rama head, nearly cracking its infected mask as he landed the blow. Momentum was building in him, letting his adrenaline rise as his attacks became more furious, throwing punches faster and faster. He could feel the power rising, but he could not muster it down. He was out of control now, even the Matoran backing away as to not get sideswiped. He could hear Jaller yelling his name, see the flames from the lake of fire, a Nui Rama coming at him with high speed… He could not block this one as it came at him, and it felt as if his vision cracked. A claw threw Kapura back, making him blink in pain, but as he hit the stone ground behind him, his eyelids would not come up. *** He awoke to birdsong, though something did not register in his mind that there were no birds in Ta-Koro. A long call made him open his eyes, and all at once fire leapt into his vision. He was flying high above an ocean of lava, clutched onto the tail of a phoenix. Kapura wanted to scream, as he felt nothing but the feathers keeping him from falling to the fire. They were nowhere near any shores, letting the Toa of Fire wonder how long the bird had been towing him for. He could see them struggling, down below; two titans on a slab of rock, fighting something that swarmed above their heads. One possessed the armor of a jungle warrior, coated in plates of the green of the treetops, the blues of the oceans, and the white of the snow, while the other was in darker hues, the red of the lava and the brown of the rock accompanied by the black of a dark night. He had spent countless nights finding nothing out on the shores of Ta-Wahi, and now he knew why, because these were the figures he had been seeking; they had been in this ocean of fire the entire time, not in the water. The latter Kapura sensed was part fire, like himself, but was struggling to control the rock’s stability in the lava flow. From up in the air Kapura watched them wobble; as if sensing his thoughts, the bird dove, and dropped him in the midst of the battle. The two titans took notice, but too distracted by their own struggle to heed him any greeting. Kapura focused on keeping them steady, and before they could fathom what was going on, Kapura was dragging them up a bank of rock that had appeared off to the side. Whatever it was attacking the two could not follow them to the bank, and as the Toa of Fire yanked them from the slab, they were freed from what only they could see. Picking themselves up off the ground, they turned to Kapura, eyeing him with equal parts of curiosity and caution as he himself stared up in awe. “Who are you?” he asked them. “More than any one Toa, their unity come to physical form,” the darker one spoke with a hard gaze. “But a pulse comes from within you that has a greater sense of wholeness then either of our own. Rather, it is us who should be asking who you are, since you are to complete the journey we had set out on.” “Our time is yet to come, Akamai. He may be whole, but he is incomplete, though not by much,” the lighter figure pointed out to his partner. “He still has pieces of himself missing.” “He will have a counter to help him, Wairuha,” replied Akamai. “Though you are as great as we are, Toa Kapura, you will have someone else out there. Whether it be someone to lean on or to rise against, you will not face your troubles alone.” The two titans nodded to him, and then turned toward the rock plain before them. “Wait!” Kapura called. “What was it that you were fighting?” “The same thing that you will,” Akamai responded. Kapura was about to ask what he meant by that, but the bird swept in to take him away, and a yell of fright and surprise was all he could manage. He was then pulled away, as the phoenix began to rise into the black abyss above the lava. *** Though he felt the heat on his face that came from nearby, he felt strangely cold and weak; his chest quivering as he pulled himself up, Kapura opened his eyes to a strained sight, anything beyond what must have been the Sacred Fire a dark, unclear fuzz. Reaching up to his clammy face, he found his Kanohi Pakari gone. His mind felt distracted without it, as if he were unable to focus on anything more than slumping against the wall. The voice of Turaga Vakama sharpened his senses, however, his posture snapping to attention as the elder saw he was awake. He coaxed the Toa back against the wall, offering him a cup, which Kapura thankfully took. “What happened?” he managed to groan between gulps. “You were overwhelmed,” Vakama reported. “You were so engrossed in you mask power that when one of the Rahi shattered it, the sudden loss of all of your strength took you out. I am sorry Kapura, but your Kanohi is gone.” “My... my mask...” he breathed, setting down the now empty cup. “How will I do without it?” “The Suva had minor damage, and I am missing Kanohi as well, but I still have some Noble masks to spare. I will lend you one, for now.” The Turaga passed a mask into his hand, and Kapura fitted it onto his face. His vision cleared, and now he could see the beyond the fire as if it were a sunny day. Kanohi Ruru. Blinking a few times to adjust to the mask, he could see Vakama staring into space with a look of sadness he’d never known the Turaga to possess. “What troubles you, Turaga?” Kapura asked. When all Vakama did was stare for a few moments, the silence lasting longer than Kapura would have preferred, he asked once more. “I want to send you out there, and I know you want to go, but I am afraid of losing you to something greater than a swarm of Nui Rama, that you may disappear into the shadows as the villagers have.” “The fisherman never learned to cast while someone else was holding the rod,” the left hand reminded the elder. “And that is why I must let you go,” Vakama agreed, seeing wisdom in Kapura far beyond his years. “If you’re to journey out there, however, you need more power.” “And how am I to acquire more power?” “Long before you remember, when we Turaga were much younger, we discovered masks hidden around the island. No doubt that now they are guarded by Rahi, but there is a chance that some of them may be missed by the Makuta. If you can somehow find some of these masks whilst in pursuit of our missing brothers, then you would be taking the first step to prove yourself as a true Toa.” “Where would I look for these masks?” Kapura asked excitedly. “In places that only a Toa could reach,” the elder responded. “Places that the rest of the Matoran only see with wonder… or fear.” Part II: The Places Feared “It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die” The lava flows of Ta-Koro were gone in the blink of an eye, replaced by a sea of emerald leaves on the treetops above Le-Koro. A feeling of nervousness filled Kapura as he sat behind Kongu atop his Gukko Ka; as they prepared for flight, a runway Matoran was instructing the bird to flap its skeletal wings. Once, twice, harder each time, until a sheet of energy appeared on the wings. Kapura felt the tension build in the bird’s muscles, and clutched the seat tightly as he and Kongu exploded into the sky. The throttle behind the bird’s flight left Kapura sitting tight jawed in the second’s seat, one hand pressed firmly on his pack. Beneath the layer of leather, he could still feel the two Kanohi sitting snugly, but he feared for them slipping out and into the forest below. He’d found a Pakari in a swamp cave, in Le-Wahi with the assistance of a ground scout named Tamaru, and a Kaukau in the branches of a Charred Forest tree that he’d always noticed as a Matoran. However, looking at it as a Toa, there was something different about it, and in the topmost part of the web, Kapura had spied the mask, its unworn sheen of grey blending in with the forest. It had taken some climbing to reach, and at the very top of the tree he had been more nervous than he ever had in his life. Now, as he skyrocketed above the tallest trees on the entire island, he couldn’t believe he’d been afraid at the peak of a sapling compared to where he was now. Rocketing through the open sky, he looked ahead to where the Nui-Rama nest stood, but also to the open space that was all around them, where they could easily be knocked into the treetops below. “Here they come!” Kongu shouted above the wind in their faces, pointing toward several specks flying their way. The Nui-Rama flew to meet the approaching Gukko Force, ready to fend off the invaders. Unsheathing a disk from the cache Kongu had given him, he began to fire on the Rahi. Having never shot from other than a still wall, the first few were lost to the trees below, and Kapura had to force himself to not glance the disks falling into the green; but his misses had allowed the creatures to bunch in, granting him a better target. The next few were more accurate, clipping a wing of several Rahi. As Kongu steered, Ka moved with an agility matched by only his pilot, dipping under the claws as they swooped at the Gukko. He thrusted forward, the trees speeding past their vision as they soared toward the hive. “They’re plenty mad-angry!” Kongu shouted. They were almost there when a Rama came down upon the Gukko’s wing. It came from behind, twisting its talons into Ka until the energy sheet covering his skeletal wing flickered into nonexistence. The burdened bird went off balance, contesting to stay aloft whilst Kongu pulled at the reins, keeping straight and true for as long as possible. Kapura was a maelstrom of lashing as he fought off other attacks as treacherous, eyes fixated on the Rama as he felt Ka’s descent. Out of the corner’s of his vision, he could see the treetops and the shadows below them, but he would not look at the ground, he would not look at the ground… Ka’s flight failed at the rim of the nest’s opening; crashing against the side, the bird spun, and unable to uphold itself and passengers any longer, it dove, taking Toa and Matoran alike as he dipped into the darkness. Kongu slipped off of Ka and onto the floor of the catacombed hive, stunned from the fall. The Gukko slumped, having taken the brunt of the landing, but other than his attacked wing, was unharmed. Looking to the second's seat, Kongu grew troubled, seeing Kapura was not there. He looked around the area, but the Le-Matoran's eyesight was poor in the darkness of the hive. A screech from above caught his attention, and squinting, Kongu could see fleeting bursts of orange, in the dark beneath the pinprick of white that was the sky beyond the hive. Dots flitted in and out of that spot, but were they Rama beasts, Kongu wondered, or flanking Gukko Force? He silently prayed for the latter, as he got glimpses of the skirmish above. "Is it just you?" a voice called. Kongu startled, whirling to see the frightened mask peeking out from one of the catacombs. "No, up there!" he exclaimed. "I know not how he high-flies, but it is Toa Kapura! Fellow guardsmen distance-followed us as we entered the hive, and we're here to spirit-send you to Ta-Koro!” "I hope you don't mean that in a literal sense," the guardsmen replied, spotting the small sparks of fire that signaled Kapura up in the heights of the hive. "But is it really the Toa?" he asked warily, gripping a Ta-Koran staff. "How could it not be?" Kongu asked. Whatever the Matoran had to say was cast aside as he pointed behind Kongu, as a Nui-Rama could be seen soaring toward the ground. They each readied their tools, but it was not flying, instead tumbling into the ground with a crunch. The two sat tense as they watched it still for several moments, before its wings began to move. Kongu was about to throw his disk when the wings fell again, and Kapura climbed off of the Rahi's back, his Kanohi changing back to the Noble Ruru. "Turaga Vakama still had his Komau," he remarked to the two, shaking his head at the fallen Rahi. "There is something in the swarm's mind, consuming them in the same way as the fires did the forests. Where is the guard?" The tunnel they followed had rotted into existence, decaying bits of hive material stemming off aged pockets of stone. A sickening green, the material was incredibly stiff, strong enough to support the entire hive, yet it crackled like straw when a lick of flame caught a low hanging strand. Kapura snuffed it out as he crawled behind the Ta-Matoran guide, Kongu giving the place a look of revolt. Kapura wanted to burn his way out, slice through the material with his fire, but the thought of what else might be lurking in the walls kept him at bay. An amber glow came from a hollow in the tunnel, a small campfire burning inside between a dozen or so Ta-Matoran. Their yellow toned eyes seemed to brighten upon seeing whom the scout had brought back, and they excitedly thrusted their two-pronged spears into the air as they gave the Ta-Koro salute. “How did you get in?” one of them asked. “We have been sending scouts searching for tunnels to the surface, even perhaps down to Onu-Koro, but to no avail!” “We flew down on Ka,” Kapura explained, gesturing to Kongu beside him. “The rest of the Gukko Force is on its way, and we’re going to fly you out. Is everyone here?” “Only one scout we sent at a time, so this should be everyone,” another called, initiating a roll call. “We are all here, armed and ready. But you, Toa Kapura, look like you need a weapon, if you are to fight the Rama again. Have my staff, and use it as well as you did in the Guard.” Kapura took it, and jabbed into the tunnel, giving it a test. With only a fraction of his power he sent a shot of flame from the twin prongs, producing a whoop from the company. “That is not all though. You must also have this.” The whoops dropped to murmurs, as something else was passed forward, and an emerald stone made its way to Kapura’s hand. Another? he thought, looking at it quizzically. “We found it a few patrols ago, off in another tunnel. It might be best if you held onto it for now.” The Toa nodded, putting it in his pack, and pulling out the Kanohi Pakari, letting it melt into his face. If more Nui-Rama were waiting outside, it would be of some use provided his own strength was not enough. A twisted figure stood in Kapura’s likeness at the mouth of the tunnel, and Kongu was suddenly reminded of the Ta-Matoran’s suspicious words when he had arrived. The Nui-Rama that the Toa had crashed in on had risen, but it was no longer a flying beast— skeletal legs standing on clawed feet, and a body draped in the rotting wisps of the hive, it was now a monster. The head was an amalgam of the two infected masks the Rama had worn, snarling empty eyed at the rescue party; The debauched body looked as if it could not move without disintegrating on itself, but it smoothly raised a slender arm, hook bared at the Toa of Fire, as if to challenge him as an equal. Too nauseated to look longer at the newest underground abomination, Kongu retreated to the back of the company. The rocking flight into the nest had not sickened Kapura, nor had the rotting vibe of the tunnels. But it was the wisps of shadow that seemed to hang about it that made the creature repulsive, something darker than normal shade that his Mask of Night Vision could not dispel. This was no undiscovered Rahi, he somehow knew. It was the same force in the mind of the swarm, independent and far more sinister than an animal’s survival instinct. His grip tightening on the staff he had been given, Kapura jumped at the beast. He went toward the thing in an upward feint, but it followed the arc of the pronged staff, leaping upward and over the Toa. Surprise from the move slowed him a moment too long, and it lunged at him, a hook swinging at his shoulder. The prongs caught it, momentum shoving it back towards its owner. The other hook was swung, his entire other side left open, but it was met with the spear again, and this time it was the creature’s turn to be surprised. Snarling, he shoved at the monster, and swinging his staff, let loose on the creature. Twirling the staff with a double-handed grip, Kapura swung at the masked head, throwing all his force into the blow, but the creature ducked and knocked his feet out from under him. Rolling away as the hooks came down, Kapura sprung up and lunged again, but the hooks came down on the staff; his momentum kept him moving however, and with the raise of an elbow, smashed the creature in the face and leapt over it as it reeled. Spinning, he jabbed at its abdomen, sending a jolt of fire— the responding screech was of anger, and it lashed forward— but it could not land a blow, for the staff went spinning in the Toa’s hands, the monster unable to differentiate what end of the staff was which. Kapura used that confusion to deflect its blows, slashing downward toward its right side and then coming back up to hit the same spot, leading with a parallel hit to one of the masks. The Rama beast was in pain now, its screeching emanating its rage. The novice Toa had gotten lucky with the first few blows, but was unprepared for the force with which its hooks came at him. A shoulder caught Kapura in the chest, and he was forced backwards, his staff spinning now on the defensive. The hooks caught on the prongs, and shoved the Toa again, a lash sent the spear smashing back into Kapura’s own mask. The Rama monster connected one of the hooks with his open shoulder, and Kapura could feel as it dug in. Holding the spear one handed, he swung it into the creature’s arm, before it could dig the hook deeper, and the two tumbled away from each other. Blasts of fire leapt from the dark, cover fire as Kapura charged again, flames crackling from between the prongs of his staff. The creature responded as shadow energy crackled between its hooks, the energies neutralizing as they hit each other. Sending a slash of flame at the abomination’s face, cutting off its vision, he jabbed at its abdomen, and kicked out its feet. But the hooks once again grasped the staff, twisting Kapura’s wrist as they did so. He gave into the monster’s move, and moved with his staff, ducking under the controlling arm. Raising his foot, he kicked at the vulnerable shoulder, before a pain was sent up his forearm, and he backed off. Shadow energy crackled in the “Rahi”’s claw, grazing Kapura’s limb. He yelled in agony, slowly burning the pain off as he charged the hand with fire. Sending a stream into the beast’s face, he jabbed towards its waist, sending more flame into its torso. A screech let him think he was winning, but the blindsided swipe of a hook sent the Toa reeling. Toa and monster were flashes in the dark as the Matoran assemblage watched, the battle disappearing and reappearing all around the cave. Kongu watched with a burning intensity, with the hope to glimpse Ka; as there was no sign of the Gukko Force flank, he hoped to glimpse his bird somewhere in the milliseconds of light. But the shadows engulfed the place, something darker in the air that had come with the arrival of the beast. We have to leave, the Gukko pilot thought as he felt the ground trembling while the fight advanced. It was becoming too dangerous to stay, and if they didn’t escape soon, they would have jumped into their own grave. They had to find a way out, to get out of the way of the danger, and if Ka was up to it, the bird was, at the moment, the only option. It was a futile attempt, to watch streams of fire be extinguished by the shadows they sought to fight off, but the Le-Matoran was also worried, uncertain of how much longer Kapura could hold the beast off. Could he buy enough time for them to escape? The monster had Kapura pinned to the ground, its hooks pushing the staff towards his throat, but the Mask of Strength was holding up. Kapura grunted as he matched the beast’s brawn, attempting to break the stalemate. In desperation, he threw his strength to the side, and they rolled, Toa and monster switching positions. Fire from his palm shot to meet an ascending hook, reducing it to slag. The creature screamed mercilessly, finally admitting agony, and was distracted enough for the Toa to deliver a solid punch, fragmenting its already contorted face. Writhing, it lashed out, knocking Kapura across the hive, and he hit the wall of a catacomb, collapsing onto all fours; as he rose, he wasn’t sure if it were him or the ground shaking harder. The warped Rama jumped at him with enough force that it looked like it was flying, hooks ready to tear the Toa to shreds. Kapura mentally screamed— it was closing in too fast for him to concentrate, he wouldn’t be able to use his speed to escape… The ground erupted between the two, and the monstrosity never made it to its target. Shards flew up in the air in all directions as a hole ripped itself into existence, one of them shooting right into the creature’s chest. The impaling rock cut its flight short, and it collapsed then and there, face a mix of agony and rage as it died. He was transfixed by it, not even stirred by the shapes climbing from the hole, nor the hand reaching for him. “Come, Toa, it is time to leave.” *** The Matoran had escaped, and except for the buzzing of the wings amongst the catacombs, the hive was quiet once more. The Gukko Force reinforcements never arrived, having been driven off by a more formidable part of the swarm that inhabited the top of the hive; the Rama there now flew around robotically, as though back to business as usual. A few of the flyers hovered above the hole that had broken into the floor of the hive, where their mutilated “cousin” lay impaled by a rock. The Matoran and their Toa had escaped through here, but none of the creatures dared to follow in pursuit. No, the darkness was a rein that tugged tightly if they even tried. All they could do was look at the corpse, and the dark hole that the above creatures had retreated to. So it is true then, a voice whispered through the minds of all the infected Rahi. The Toa has arisen. A wall of dark thought wavered through them, making them screech in pain; then the darkness shallowed, and all was quiet again. *** The descent had brought him to one of the deepest levels of the Great Mine, where the sounds of battle had long faded away into the digging of the miners. The rhythm of it eased his mind, as his thoughts were still worried about the Ta-Matoran. The Ussalry would take care of them, their Onu-Koran rescuers had reassured him, as he was taken down a different tunnel than his people. The elevator he was now on shook as it descended, but it lent a view to the rest of the mine that ultimately calmed Kapura; From this deep down, the glow of the shelves that each Matoran worked on were faint stars in an underground night, he observed as he stepped off the elevator, remembering the stars on the beach in the early hours of the morning. Taipu led him to where a handful of Onu-Matoran leaned over the edge of a pit, lightstones posted to illuminate its contents. They scribbled into tablets as they studied, their mining tools discarded and broken near machines sitting still in the shadows. His footsteps unfamiliar, they looked up from their study, heads askew at the sight of a Toa. "It is embedded in some sort of layer our mining equipment cannot break through," one of them explained, gesturing at the sundial at the bottom of the shallow pit. "But it is of entirely different rock than the surrounding layer. Which would mean it was placed there, and is therefore easy to remove, does it not?” "And why would one put a sundial underground in the first place?" another Onu-Matoran asked, scratching his head. Kapura's brow raised, and he filled his hand with fire as he leaned down to see what the miners spoke of. A slab of the Matoran day cycle, eighteen hours, sat there, embedded in the rock, as ordinary as anything, except for being placed where no light could reach. And was that... the faint whisper of the wind? Leaning closer, he peered at the edges of the circle. Miniscule cracks separated the timepiece and the rest of the rock, air floating through the cracks and brushing Kapura's arm. If it did not go around the entire ring, he would’ve thought it as a natural fault, but he saw what the Matoran had— the sundial was placed there, and there was nothing to bring it up from the earth. "We need to figure out how to extract this so we can keep digging," the first miner said. "But we can't scratch through a single inch of this layer. So if there's no way to dig through it or blow it up, how else do we progress?” The light posts that the miners had set up casted illumination evenly along the sundial, but the fire in Kapura’s hand danced, an uneven lick of shade falling on the rock, shifting as he strode around the circle. Raising his hand as he walked, the height of the fire casted a long shadow with Kapura’s Kanohi. It passed over each hour increment— seventeen, eighteen, one, two, three… But when Kapura’s shadow passed over four, the darkness of the niches on the tile began to deepen, before intensifying into a bright glow. Startled, he stumbled backwards, the fire in his palm extinguishing itself, and the even illumination of the floodlights manifested once more. The miners looked to him in surprise. “What was that?” the first one asked. “Do it again!” The Toa of Fire nodded, relighting his palm. Concentrating on making a shadow at the four o’clock mark, it began to shine once more, and the rest of the symbols followed suit. With a singular flash from all the symbols, they began to sink, some mechanism from below pulling the sundial down. The miners scribbled on their tablets furiously as the edges of the pit formed a staircase, descending down into a blinding white column. They headed down the staircase with caution— though nothing protruded from the icy blue walls of the place, Kapura was still on the lookout for traps, but something told him that this was not a place that would be rigged. It may not be a suva, Kapura thought, but there was a palpation he felt that could not be broken by the miner’s industrial mindset, as they theorized amongst themselves what this could be. At the bottom of the staircase was a pedestal, a golden Kanohi Hau floating upon it. Around the mask was a hologram of the sundial, which morphed into a single word in Matoran- Rahi. Kapura eyed the mask, as the Matoran stood surrounding it, in scripting their finding. A Hau.… Just like the minerals that the Onu-Matoran needed to mine, this was what Kapura needed to dig up, a mask that he had not had, that would have been useful in the fight with the shadow creature… But how had it been placed here, miles below the surface in a place that had only been recently uncovered, in almost a thousand years of mining? A Matoran reached up to remove the mask from the pedestal, but his hand passed right through. He tried it a few more times, refusing to believe that it was an illusion. Puzzled, Kapura stepped forward to reach for the mask… …and made contact with it. Kapura reeled as his vision exploded, scorching fire and lava replacing the Matoran miners and the staircase. He was elsewhere, watching the swinging fire sword of Akamai as he and Wairuha fought a legion of crab-like creatures in the darkness. The Toa of Fire wanted desperately to help, to fight alongside, but could not leap into the scene. They struggled, and once the Kaita even fell. Then sparks showered over the two, and Kapura was eye to eye with a rusted, pitted mask just like the ones the Nui Rama wore. But where the eyeholes on the masks of the Rahi were dead, a pair of crimson eyes glared at him, before forming a claw that reached at him. But another light came from somewhere else, before— “Toa Kapura!” somebody called. He was sprawled on the bottom of the staircase, once again seeing the white and blue walls that surrounded him. A Matoran peered at him from above, worry on his mask as he saw the Toa laying on the steps, and another lightly shook his arms. “Kapura, are you alright?” He nodded, righting himself as he sat on the stairs, the Kanohi Hau still clutched in his hand. “You don’t want to dig deeper here,” he answered him, his eyes insisting they returned to the mines. Letting the mask melt into the face, he urged the Matoran back up the steps. “You want to… dig up, toward the light.” A small smile was on Vakama’s mask as he watched Kapura walk though the Ta-Koro gate, the newly restored guards raising their staffs in salute to their rescuer. He could not have been happier to see the Toa; while he still walked in that slow stride he always practiced in, there was a new swagger that the Turaga’s left hand possessed, an air of experience that had not been there when he’d left on his mission. For all his happiness though, Vakama looked back into the depths of his dwelling, an anxiousness entering his chest. Maybe this is it, he thought nervously, returning his gaze to the Toa of Fire. Maybe he is ready. “I did it, Turaga,” Kapura said in his raspy voice. “Practice has paid off, like you said it would, and it helped me find the Kanohi.” “Indeed it has, and I congratulate you,” Vakama nodded, his fingers fidgeting on his staff. “I have watched the suva fill with great pleasure in your absence. You have done well.” He was speaking vaguely, he knew, but his mind was elsewhere, as a decision was tearing at the Turaga. Now was the time to choose— not only if Kapura was ready to bear it, but if Vakama was willing to finally pass on the responsibility. Yes, it is time. “But there is still more we need to discuss on that matter. Please, come inside.” The fires of the hut burnt low around them, crackles of flame filling the air as the two sat with a table between them. “The Guard has informed me about what happened in the Nui-Rama hive,” Vakama began, “and now I fear of what else is on this island that we are ignorant of. The Matoran’s stake here dwindles as we remain in our villages, while Makuta becomes bolder.” “I can feel him out there, Turaga,” Kapura agreed. “His spirit is in the Charred Forest, and other places of destruction, where wisdom and valor have failed. The Makuta is out there, on those verges. But isn’t our discovery of the infected masks an advance for our side?” “It is, but there are creatures out there, in corners of this island that I hope you never have to visit, where the Rahi are loyal to the Makuta even without one of those masks,” Vakama woed. “But, given your success so far, I think you are ready to face them.” “Turaga, what of the other Toa stone that was found?” Kapura queried. “Is it possible that there is another Matoran out there that Mata Nui would want to be a Toa?” “There could be,” Vakama supposed, reaching into the shadows of a slot in the wall. “But they would not be the Toa that you are.” Coming back to the table, he placed an object in front of Kapura. It was a dull orange, but shined with a golden hue from the fires that reflected off of its surface. “It looks like a Kanohi mask, but it is not one anyone else on Mata Nui wears,” Kapura commented. “You have gathered the many masks of the island, but this is one mask that you will not find out there,” Vakama murmured to Kapura. “This is the Kanohi Vahi, the Mask of Time; I would call it a Great Mask, if it were not far beyond the levels of a Kanohi Pakari or Hau. This is the most powerful mask on the island, Kapura, and its power is like no other force that you will ever know.” “Greater than a Great Mask?” he pondered. “How did you come upon it?” “I wasn’t always just a village leader, or a storyteller,” the elder smiled. “There was a time before this time, when I did… other things.” He did not say any more on the subject, and upon silent agreement, Kapura did not ask. “But the Vahi, yes, it is greater than a Great Mask, Toa, which also means it is harder to control. But with your conquering of the Great Masks so easily, it is a mask I hope that only you can control.” “M-Me?” Kapura stammered, taken aback. “Why would you expect only me to be able to control it?” “That is what I mean when I said no other Matoran could be the Toa you are— your mind is different from the other villagers, something I saw on the day we came to our island home. You have trained your body and mind as you practiced going slow in order to move fast. The discipline to do that is possessed by none in this village, perhaps even the island, other than you. The Vahi will slow one’s movement, and since you have already learned how to operate under the condition, you can overcome that particular setback of the mask. It is something you have trained for in all your time here, and I believe it is your destiny to master the Kanohi.” Kapura looked into Vakama’s eyes, remembering all the practice they’d done together in the first year; it had never made sense, articulating all of the parts of the stride Kapura was now fluent in. He’d never been sure of what it was for, but he did it anyway, and it went from an idea of Vakama’s to Kapura’s whole philosophical idea of life. But he saw now the plan that was in place, and as much as the Toa wanted to shake the dark thought of being used, he couldn’t. The training was woven through his being, physically and mentally, but there was something deep inside Kapura that disagreed with what was progressing. “This mask, it would not be used against common infected Rahi,” Kapura guessed, tracing his finger over the edge of the Vahi.
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The review topic for this epic can be found here. FADE IN 1 EXT. EXPANSIVE OCEAN- MIDDAY A roughly hewn dugout canoe plows past us, cutting through the water sharply. Two Ga-Matoran are rowing it: MAKU, a young, fast-talking, unyielding brunette with many a day spent rowing or fishing in deep water, and HAHLI, in her late twenties and very set in her opinions, who is prone to daydreaming and very talkative. Maku is clearly the faster of the two; she could easily move the entire canoe on her own, and she sits in the front. Hahli, seated behind Maku, struggles to row as quickly as her, wanting deeply to be able to show the world her adequacy against her friend. Her mood is beginning to affect the quality of her rowing, and she is now beginning to slow down with each passing second. HAHLI (Indignant) I just wanted to remind you that I’m rowing as fast as I can. Maku doesn’t pause or falter in her speed for a second, though she throws a passing glance to her partner. MAKU I know; you said that already. HAHLI (Witty) Well then, I hope that you’re keeping a record of my improvement each week. Maku ignores her entirely, and Hahli pauses for an instant, only to immediately start again afterwards. HAHLI (CONT'D) I’ll bet that I’m the fastest on the entire island by now; I could run the fastest ferry service going to and from Ga-Koro of anyone, since I’ve been practicing so much. MAKU Maybe so. You’re much faster than anyone in Ta-Koro, for example. But of course, they’re surfing on lava. The relief which was building inside Hahli drowns instantly, and she frowns as she responds. HAHLI Come on now, Maku; is something bothering you today? MAKU No! I just need you to put a little more effort into your lessons. This isn’t the time, nor the place for your wit. Ga-Koro is more defenseless at the moment than it has been in decades. 2 EXT. SAND BEACH- MIDDAY Maku steers the canoe to her left, angling it to the shore. It reaches a beach covered with bright orange sand, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. She steps out nimbly and promptly begins to pull it onto the luscious sands of the beach, which are coarse and dotted with small stones. Turning to Hahli, her face reflects the urgency and high stakes of their situation. MAKU A little help, please? Hahli grudgingly begins to help her friend. they both pull with all their strength to dock the canoe on the beach. MAKU (CONT'D) Until Nireta returns, we’re at one heck of a disadvantage against the Rahi. Learning how to row is the least that you can do. Maku gives Hahli a guilt-inducing look. HAHLI Can the other village militias- Maku steps out on to the beach, beginning to walk briskly in the direction of their village, which is about one mile away. Hahli follows her. MAKU The other militias are busy with their own villages. The best way to allow them to help out others, such as ours, is by giving them a chance to breath for a little while. HAHLI And JALA’s guard? Oh, what I’d give to see Jala again! MAKU (Annoyed) They’re just as busy as the rest, if not more so. HAHLI (Dreamy I still think that he’ll come back to aid us, if only to take me to a nicer place. Anywhere else on this island would be better than here, where the unyielding noise and commotion are constant reminders that we’ve been at war forever. MAKU Well, it’s no better in Ta-Koro. No better at all, especially since their guard has been spread so thin recently. Maku gives her friend a surprised look. MAKU (CONT’D) He can’t work miracles, you know. He’s just another man, just like everyone else; always trying to keep his village safe. Hahli stops walking, turning to face Maku directly. HAHLI I don’t think that he’s a “miracle worker”, but he’s certainly done some incredible things. It's been decades since any of the Koro have had a captain as talented as him; do you remember when he broke all of the records for advancement in the Ta-Koro guard? You just haven’t gotten a chance to know him yet, that’s all. Maku also ceases to walk. MAKU Oh yes? How do you know him? Did you hear a rumor, or watch a play about his life's story? Hahli shrugs off the comment entirely, beginning to sing. "OH JALA" HAHLI There’s nothing about this Jala guy That isn’t confidently presented. Even when the entire island is calm He’s poised for a sudden reaction. Why, even the briefest look in his eyes Hints at courage which only needs cause To run the gambit To save a damsel in distress When the slightest of threats Comes to knock on the door His business is all about safety. Oh Jala! Oh Jala! He’s never been- MAKU -Persuaded otherwise! HAHLI Oh Jala! Oh Jala! His list of deeds- MAKU Might be dramatized! HAHLI His men are the sharpest for miles around Only due to their captain of countless missions Nothing can keep that crew in town Save a certain captain’s premonitions. Oh Jala! Oh Jala! A winner! MAKU A loner! HAHLI Oh Jala! Oh Jala! A talker! MAKU A mocker! HAHLI There’s plenty to show for his reputation In many a rahi confrontation. He’s found and captured many a beast That would have surely convinced any other To back off and make safer camp. But not this Jala! With his military finesse Any creature he doesn’t want coming Seems to fall- MAKU -Head over heels with him. Right? HAHLI Oh Jala! Oh Jala! MAKU If you’d just let- HAHLI -Yourself see! Oh Jala! Oh Jala! He’s made just for me. Both Maku and Hahli cease to sing, and begin to walk once more in the direction of their village. MAKU Hahli, would you like a little advice from me? HAHLI I’m not so sure. Has your advice improved? MAKU Has yours? Listen; I’d stay a comfortable distance away from Jala. HAHLI How can you say that about someone who you've never met? MAKU I haven't, but my parents have. They met him during the last assembly at the Amaja-Nui. Nearing the village, the two are so deeply engrossed in their conversation that neither of them pay much attention to the smoldering, wrecked pieces of debris scattered on the beach. It is clear that the debris is composed of pieces of homes and other buildings belonging to a well-developed village; in this case, the town of GA-KORO, where Maku and Hahli are headed. A steady stream of smoke coming from the direction of the village begins to drift beside Hahli, gradually growing thicker as they near its remains. Maku and Hahli continue to discuss Jala, unaffected for the most part by the evidence of the destruction of their homes. MAKU (CONT'D) He organized a part of the meeting. Even though he talked plenty, he didn't seem to care about others. They said that he didn't mind how concerned or hopeful a person was about anything, that he only understood his own desires. Hahli turns her head curiously towards her friend. MAKU (CONT'D) Other people don't matter nearly as much to him as a promotion does. He hides his self-centered intentions behind a heroic facade. HAHLI All of this is coming from your parents, right? MAKU Well, they're not the most polite folks themselves, so you'd think that they wouldn't say something like that about someone else unless they really meant it. The amount of debris scattered on the beach continues to grow, as does the thickness of the smoke; however, neither of the two notice the signs of the calamity. HAHLI Even though it isn't in any of his biographies, and none of the Turaga have ever hinted at having opinions like that about him. You think that I should trust a second hand word? MAKU Isn't it all second hand words? And would you write a biography or give a public speech saying that he was selfish and uncaring? Hahli throws a long look to her friend; she subtly indicates her dubious appreciation of this surprising new information. HAHLI Regardless, I'd like to meet- A surprised stare from Maku hits Hahli hard, though it doesn't startle her. HAHLI (CONT'D) The captain of the guard myself. The two have reached the gates of Ga-Koro, though they don't resemble those of the town which they left that morning. Ripped apart and smoking, they lie crumbling at the feet of Maku and Hahli. Beyond the gates, the village itself is even more damaged. MAKU By Mata Nui... I had a bad feeling about today, but this is just insane. You can listen to the song "Oh Jala", featured in this chapter, here:
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I'm curious, at what point did you realize that Mata Nui was actually a giant robot that the Matoran all lived in? I, unfortunately, cannot remember for sure, but I think it was early in 2008, during the Phantoka line. I cannot remember what caused me to realize it, but I can remember the awe of that discovery and my. . . excitement at realizing something so big. So, when did you realize this?
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Comedic Play-Through of the Mata Nui Online Game
SwattingCabbage posted a topic in Fan Created Media
I have begun a YouTube series called "Comedic Play-Through of the Mata Nui Online Game." This is a link to the first episode. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lM6N82hkcA -
I had an idea for a plot if anyone is gonna continue the story of Spherus Magna in the original story. We've seen very little of the Dark Hunters, (at least the individual characters such as Mimic, Ravager and Savage etc.) and we really have no idea what they've been up to now that things have drastically changed. Enter Vengeance. Recall that he's the Dark Hunter who was captured by Lhikan during the Dark Hunter-Toa War. He swore revenge on Lhikan but when Teridax killed Lhikan first, he felt cheated of his revenge and sought to kill the great Makuta himself. Here's where my idea comes in: Teridax was killed by Mata Nui in the great Robot Battle, which again, robs Vengeance of his due revenge, so the next logical step would for him to vow to kill Mata Nui! He'd seek to obtain the Ignika that houses Mata's spirit and try to find a way to either destroy the mask, or get Mata Nui out of it, so he can properly kill him. Tell me all what you think?
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The Mary Sue from my really old fanfic returns in an attempt to be less of a Mary Sue. I don't really have a well-developed backstory yet, but I'm working on how to make her fit in the canon universe, because when she was created, a whole lot of the universe didn't exist (like in 2003 whenever Mask of Light came out, that's how little existed). Working backstory: After the destruction of the island of Mata Nui from Makuta Teridax and his Rahkshi, a rift forms between the Toa Nuva as they try to decide what to do with the island: Should they try to rebuild, or should they venture out to the new, uncertain city of Metru Nui. Most notably, Tahu, who is stuck in his ways, wishes to rebuild Ta-Koro to its former fortress glory, and Kopaka, taking cues from his Turaga, wishes to see to the future of the Matoran in the new world. Toa Eli (named after myself, as 11/12-year-old me would have it) arrives to help restore balace between the seven Toa, their villages, and the island paradise they once called home. Now she's a Toa of Psionics. She wears the Konohi Suletu, and carries a psionic bow and arrow which allows her to manipulate the emotions of her enemies. This is my first truly detailed biomechanical drawing....I understand there are probably a lot of flaws and I'm looking at more and more references to figure out where I went wrong and to make my designs stronger --- HB Whenua BEFORE anyone questions me: Dark skin contains the hues of the earth, of the underground. I think that it can work both ways, pale skin and dark skin. For this one, I chose dark skin. My Onua had pale-ish skin. 'Nuff said. -- You can also find my first Bionicle sketchdump (with my first EVER biomechanical drawings) here.
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This topic will be the place to post all reviews of the script for Mysterious Island, the musical film loosely adapting the 2001 story which I am writing. As always, all questions, comments, and criticism are appreciated. The topic for the script itself can be found here: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/13103-script-for-mysterious-island/ Welcome to Mysterious Island, an epic story in screenplay form that will tell the tales which we had as fans in 2001 anew. As such, this epic will mainly deal with the dangers that Makuta (Teridax) placed upon the Matoran of Mata Nui in the form of infected Rahi, the Toa Mata's arrival of the on Mata Nui, Takua's quest to aid the Toa, the Toa's acquisition of the thirty-six Great Kanohi masks, Takua's formation of the Chronicler's Company, and the battle between the Toa and Makuta in the latter's Mangaia lair. The story will not be an exact retelling, recording every important detail that was conveyed in 2001. Rather, it will broadly tell the major events of that arc, preserving the main path and results of the story and the majority of characters which it features, but changing a few small details or concepts, mainly in order to better fit the medium of film, as opposed to the flash game which was published in staggered chapters or the comics which were twelve pages each in length and released every two months.
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I remember hearing something long ago like, if you remove the Titan Toa Mata Nui's armour, mask and weapons it looks like the Mata Nui robot who was never in set form. Can someone demonstrate this for me? Makes me wonder if the set just existed to supplement other needs; it's also non-canon and the only set where you can get the proper Mask of Life and sword of Mata Nui's featured in the movie. -
Ok, so there are a few adventure books between Voyage of Fear and Web of the Visorak that I never read, so if my questions get answered in those, that's why I don't know them. 1. How did the Toa Metru know about the Toa Mata? I should assume Whenua read stuff about them in the Archives, so that isn't really a hard question, but I might be wrong? 2. What made the the Turaga think tell legends of that toa team only? Yeah, Vakama told legends of Lhii, but that isn't the same as prophecies of heroic toa (whom the Turaga never met, mind you) falling from the heavens. 3. How did they know what the toa would look like before they came? Again, I should think it would be part of the Archive information, but how could remember the last detail of what they look like, seeing as how, they don't appear as what the Toa Metru imagined to be toa. 4. How influential were the Toa Mata in Metru Nui? No one ever mentions them or the prophecies that they will fall from the sky at all in the 2004 saga or anything I've read of the Toa-Dark Hunter War or Kanohi Dragon Attack. However, they were idolized in Mata Nui. What gives? 5. If the Toa Stones were made to create new toa: a. How did they work in the beam from Kini Nui (the one that launched Takua in the air, giving him amnesia on Ta-Wahi beach) to reactivate the Toa Canisters? b. How did the Turaga know that would summon the Toa? c. Why didn't they do that about 1000 years before? d. Why didn't the first one Takua find turn him into Takanuva? 6. Why the Toa Mata specifically? For all they know, a destined Matoran could stumble on a Toa Stone, become a Toa, and the Turaga would be like, "Oh. Well, you're not Tahu, Kapura, so this is a bit awkward. Want to go find some masks?" Which brings me to my next question. 7. If the search for the Kanohi was meant to be tests for the Toa, then the Turaga had to expect that a toa would rise from their own people. So why bother with all this emphasis on the Mata if they weren't even expecting the Mata? And if they were expecting the Mata, why hide the masks? It's paradoxical! Ok, I think I'm done with my list of demands questions for now.
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Following up on my relatively recent return to the Bionicle fan community, I have begun work on a large project: a film adaption of the 2001 Bionicle story. The title is tentatively “Mysterious Island”; it turns out that it’s already the title of a Jules Verne fantasy novel, but it’s not going to be the final title, and of course I don’t own the rights to Bionicle, either. I have decided, after a lot of thought, to make it a musical in order to distinguish it from similar projects. There has been an enormous amount of care into composing original songs which fit the tone of the 2001 story, and my hope is that none of them will disappoint. This preview is technically two scenes, one of which is closely connected to the next. It's written in screenplay format, or as close to it as Bzpower formatting will allow, though that shouldn't make it challenging to read. I picked the fifth scene to showcase as it is the only one which I have a complete musical number for as of now. Any comments, criticism, or questions are greatly appreciated. 4 EXT. SAND BEACH – MIDDAY TAKUA, a curious, outgoing, Ta-Matoran who dislikes following rules, walks from the TA-WAHI BEACH towards a forest several hundred feet away from him, beyond a ROUGH BASALT OUTCROPPING He hopes to find VAKAMA, the elderly yet clever sage who governs TA-KORO, in order to question him. As he scales the outcropping to approach the forest, he notices that it appears to have been severely damaged by a wildfire. 5 EXT. HEAVILY BURNED FOREST – MIDDAY Though it is noon, the trees of the vast forest blot out much of the sun’s light. Takua’s pace slows and his face begins to reflect his increasing nervousness. TAKUA Vakama? It’s Takua; I’m sorry for being so unannounced. Could you remind me of which way the city is? A breeze rustles several of the many dead leaves which cover the forest floor. The sound is frightening to Takua, who is already fearful. TAKUA ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere- ummm, around here. But I don’t know where. Help, please? Realizing quickly that Vakama does not hear him, Takua frantically looks around himself. He notices KAPURA, a Ta-Matoran with little patience yet is himself prone to philosophical musing, several hundred feet away. He is jogging between trees. TAKUA (Softly) Excuse me sir; do you know the way to the city? Sir? Kapura does not hear him. TAKUA (Louder) I’m near the beach; do you see me? Help, please? Or could you use some help? Kapura does not waver from his jogging. TAKUA (Louder still) You there; yes, with the Ruru: can you hear me? Do you need help from me? Or should I call someone? Takua pauses, worried. TAKUA Hello? Kapura notices Takua and turns to face him, running toward him. KAPURA What do you mean, need help? You've got to have seen me here before; I'm here almost every day. TAKUA Well, I-I... KAPURA I know this place so well, I could label every tree in here on a map. Come to think of it, I can't even remember the last time I went home to Ta-Koro... my, does time fly when you're having fun. TAKUA Are you sure you're okay? KAPURA Why wouldn't I be? TAKUA Well, you're running around alone... in a dark forest....full of dead trees. KAPURA They may look dead, but they're very much alive. Living in a different way as they did as simply trees. TAKUA Isn't that all they are still? Just trees? Uh...all dead, of course, but- Kapura cuts Takua off. KAPURA (Interrupting Takua) Not at all. These trees; really, everything in this forest holds a different kind of life. Takua has decided it best to simply play along with whatever Kapura is saying; he is now nodding silently and hoping that he isn't asked a question. KAPURA That is why it is such a good place for me to practice. But I didn't say that the trees are kind. TAKUA (Feigning Interest) I see. KAPURA They stare all day long, staring and hating me. We are kindred spirits, to a degree, so they do appreciate my practicing, in a way, but in between, they hate me. TAKUA Of course. KAPURA They were once all part of Ta-Wahi, but now they are part of something else. Takua is no longer able to contain all the questions which are constantly popping into his head. TAKUA But they're all dead! They're dead trees! Not alive! KAPURA No, you don't yet understand. The spirit of the MAKUTA dwells inside each of these trees, each of these leaves, each rock and each pinch of dirt. The air is the Makuta's, and he grips it tightly, living in it also. The Makuta can appear however he likes, and know whatever he wishes. Kapura suddenly tenses up with no warning, spins around and pointing a finger directly at Takua, shouts: KAPURA Are YOU the Makuta? TAKUA Ummm, I-I guess so? Kapura gasps, his face frozen in a stare reflecting a degree of horror completely unfathomable to the average person. KAPURA (Boldly) Creature, I h-have the c-c-courage to face a th-thousand demons of your kind! If y-you value your l-l-life, step away from me, now! In total panic, Takua raises his hands above his head and runs backward several yards as quickly as he can. After a few minutes of frightened staring, both completely unsure of the next move of each other, both Takua and Kapura begin to lose their fear. Each assumes a casual, peaceful posture, in stark contrast to their previous positions of fully willing warriors. KAPURA You know....you just might not be the Makuta, actually. Yeah, you're not. The Makuta would never act so frightened. (Beat) Kapura gestures for Takua to walk alongside him. KAPURA (Welcoming) Come with me. They begin to walk side by side towards Ta-Koro. It can be seen lying just outside the forest. KAPURA Do you even know what the Makuta is? TAKUA Not exactly. KAPURA Oh... someone's got to explain that to you, sooner or later. Kapura breaks into song at his next line. KAPURA Forced to sneak out one night I’d lost my shield Couldn’t allow another day Jala’d punish me Made my way to Tren Krom Break I found myself In the midst of a little quake Only me and my board Over lava Suddenly lost my balance And with it All my hope For even without rahi The lava’s not easy He is Makuta The spirit of hatred A demon who lusts for command He is Makuta And for centuries now He’s held his dark mark on our land.
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Happy Mother's Day All! (Been meaning to post this but I was busy. So hope you enjoy.) Let's Create Our Own Future As he travels to planets to discover newfound wonders he begins to build a strong bond between him and Helryx, the first toa of water who at the time was still quite young and also had a role in building him. Their relationship continues to strengthen to a point where both decide to push past the laws of the Great Beings and create something of their own. Drawing power from the mask of life after creating the body for their child, it breathes life into the new creation's lungs and jumpstarts his heartlight. After a few seconds, air fills his lungs and the small child starts breathing; a small smile spreading across his face. Helryx cradles him gently in her arms and turns towards the great spirit's vessel. Mata Nui gives her a warm smile and presses his lips against her forehead, holding her against him with one hand on her shoulder. She follows with a small smile of her own as she continues to hold the small life in her arms. "Do you think we made the right choice?" She asked Mata Nui reassured her with his hand tensing on her shoulder. "Do you believe this child will do something great? To strengthen the bonds of his unity? To move past the bounds of his duty? To transcend the future of what could be his destiny? Fate will decide that- but I have no doubt in my mind that we can raise him to become something extraordinary." "So... this feeling... is this what the Great Beings feel every day of their lives? I never thought it could feel so... enchanting." Helryx looked up at him. "He will be a big responsibility." The Great Spirit chuckled softly. "Give it time. We will have him learn through the course of his youth. The life energy that flows inside of him will make him grow and mature with each passing year until the day comes where it will support him no further. He will leave quite a mark make no mistake." The first lady continues to smile, "I will make sure of it." she then curls her smile into a grin. "But must you make everything sound like a prophecy?" Mata Nui paused for a moment then shrugged to which he simply responded, "Spur of the moment.".
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YOU CAN VIEW THE OLD TOPIC HERECHECK OUT MY BLOG FOR MORE OR LESS REGULAR UPDATES ON NEW COMICS"Amazing, just amazing.""This is probably one of the best Rayg comics in the world."" "Latest Comic:Hello, and welcome to Kanohi of Comedy! I've been inspired mostly by the Chilli God's "The Rise and Fall of the Toa", CyberKN's "Mask of Humour" and Phyoohrii's "Legends of the Matoran". Check them all out, they're very, very good.What the comics are about.It's, like the Comics mentioned earlier, a Comic that parodies the BIONICLE storyline from the viewpoint of the Cho-Matoran or "Chosen Ones", a race of Matoran in which every individual has his own unique elemental power. It starts when Tahu lands on the Ta-Wahi beach.The best way to show me you like or you don't like the comics is posting.If no one posts I assume you don't like them and I will close these.Rules in this Topic.1.)All BZP Rules apply, so no spamming/flaming/trolling/killing/playing on my lawn or anything of that sort.2.)Don't use leet. The last thing I want is a post like, "Z0MG. B35T C0M1X EVAH! !!!!1!1!11!dark709!".3.)Criticism is welcome, at least it's constructive.4.)Don't just look and leave. Post!5.)Laughing would be nice too.Banners:If you really like my comics an if you want to show that the whole world BZPower, here are some Banners: BannersGuest star Rules.Yes, I'm accepting Guest Stars, but there are also some rules.1.) Please don't post your application or I have to ignore you. Stands in the AIII guidelines. Read them, obey them, love them.2.) For now you can only be Matoran or Rahi. I'll allow Bohrok and other species when they appear in the story. Please no Toa.3.) Have a normal name. No names like #1Fanofbioniclesince2001i'mcooltahuisanawesomeguy46546414646576! !!!!!11!1!11!11one1!lol. I might be exaggerating, but you get my point.4.) Only one guest star per member. I'll allow two GS in a special case. If you ask if you're a special case, you're not.5.) No god powers like invincibility, or stuff like that. I want to have Guest Stars, no superheroes.6.) You can ONLY be a PGS if I decide to make you one! That can be because you're a close friend of mine or because it fits into the story.7.) Have patience. Sometimes Mostly it takes some much time to appear as a guest star.8.) Don't complain if I use your character in a way you don't like.9.) It's my right to change your guest star application at any time, tough I'm probably not going to do it.10.) I have also the right to change these rules at any time.11.) If the guest star list should be closed, ANY applications sent to me will be IGNORED.12.) You are ONLY allowed to GS, if there is a free space on the list (see below).13.) To GS, you have to have posted at least ONCE in the comic topic. Spam, generic posts like "Awesome!" or "That's funny ../forum/style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif!" etc. don't count!14.) The more you post in the topic, the more often you are going to appear. Simple as that.15.) If I get the impression a currently active GS stops posting, I will assume he has stopped reading these comics as well and I will let his GS become inactive after a while.16.) To the point "Plot Suggestion" of the GS-form: You may state a suggestion how you will appear in the comics. It lies to me if that suggestion is being used.17.) GS have the ability to get only a cameo appearance.Pro: You can appear AT ANY TIME. Maybe even in the next comic. Also, rule 15 will be canceled for you.Con: You will only appear for one or two comics.The people who aren't posting much (ahem) should consider this, since they won't appear much anyway. Anyone who wants to, contact me.18.) Use this (please only Rayg 2.0 sprites) to make a character, or send me the following stuff:Matoran:Name:BZPower Name:Gender:Mask:Mask Colour:Eye Colour:Body Colour:Arm Colour:Foot Colour:Info about weapons:Personality:Side (good/bad/neutral):Powers:Plot Suggestion:Rahi:Name:BZPower Name:Gender:Rahi type:Colours:Powers:Personality:Side:Plot Suggestion:Guest star waiting list (CLOSED):1.)-Jhar (Deimos? I'm not sure. Could this person please step forward?)2.)-Wing (mzpblue)3.)-Kora (Mr. Drowstergon)4.)-Blademan (Blademan TVM)5.)-Autodude (Autodude (Auto) Dragon)6.)-Synan (Synan)7.)8.)9.)10.)PGS List:.)-Phyoohrii.)-Turaga Dlakii.)-???.)-???List of seen guest starsNow, the main part of the whole, the Comics:Chapter One: The Coming of the ToaComic 1: Problems from the beginningComic 2: The easiest way to solve your problemsComic 3: Enter TakuaComic 4: Come on, you know this guy, don't you?Comic 5: Meeting VakamaComic 6: Oh, now it ALL makes senseComic 7: Breaking a CopyrightComic 8: Sorry, not breaking anythingComic 9: Which crazy mind can imagine such a crazy name?Comic 10: Mask numero unoComic 11: Problems with mask numero unoComic 12: Crashing and organizingComic 13: Lewa's Water-phobiaComic 14: Wet adventuresComic 15: A new mask. But wait, it's not new. I mean we already have seen a Kakama before. So I won't say " A new mask", instead I'm going to say "An old mask. And maybe a rusty one too". And yeah, this is definitely the longest name for a single comic on BZPower. Hmph!Comic 16: Yay, swinging!Comic 17: You can't find a mask without getting serious problems, eh?Interlude 1: Yes, I'm very busy.Interlude 2: Happy new Year!Interlude 3: Happy birthday to me!Comic 18: There are days...Comic 19: BURN STUFF!Comic 20: Looks like a huge pile of cotton candy to me...Comic 21: Onuas' reflexes are painful!Comic 22: Life hates tall, green matoran...Comic 23: Let's have a niiiiiiiiiice little talk...Comic 24: This comic couldn't have a better punchline, could it?Comic 25: Six Toa united!Chapter Two: Tales of the MasksComic 26: Snow, snow, everywhere snow...Comic 27: Beaten by the own elementComic 28: Finally a guest starComic 29: He will remember that ...Comic 30: Why did he come again?Comic 31: The brilliant distraction.Comic 32: It actually worked!Comic 33: Feeling of DOOM!Comic 34: Location names DO have a meaning.Comic 35: I think that exceeds the Geneva Convention.Comic 36: I didn't know Pohatu was smart enough for this.Comic 37: Eeeeeeeeeeevil Part One.Comic 38: Eeeeeeeeeeevil Part Two.Comic 39: Still no chilli fatories.Comic 40: This isn't C.S.I., for the last time.Comic 41: He wants to tell us something!Comic 42: The plot thickens.Comic 43: ... and thickens...Comic 44: Where are the Rashzakea skyblasters?Comic 45: Yes, I've got permission to do that.Comic 46: Oooooh, a mystery.Comic 47: You don't know this guy? Shame on ya!Comic 48: This guy DOES NOT LIEK!Comic 49: Yep, this'll give a lawsuit.Comic 50: Of schemes and betrayal.And now a little filler...Chapter Three: Cho-Matoran ChroniclesComic 51: Armored Protector.Comic 52: So I herd u leik...Comic 53: Wisdom is a feature, not a requirement.Comic 54: Just like at a post office ...Comic 55: Chosen Ones of Trampolines aren't always around.Comic 56: One can't remember every book one has written in the last 1000 years.Comic 57: You get what you give.Comic 58: Wall of armor? What wall of armor?/alternate comic 58Comic 59: Thinking of a comic name requires effort!Comic 60: CLOSE. DOWN. EVERYTHING!Comic 61: Idiocy(Tahu) = c * a(s)² where a(s) is the awkwardness of the situation and c is Chilli’s constant.Comic 62: No sarcasm here. Move along.Comic 63: A general misuinderstanding.Awards:Thanks, Chan'e!Other comics:Like my comics? You will like these too! The Rise and Fall of the Toa: Best ... comics ... ever! Mask of Humour: Already closed, but still funny! Legends of the Matoran: Phyoohrii's very good comics! Closed. The Legends of Bionicle: The comic parodying Bionicle, which starts from the REAL beginning. The Stupid Toa Adventure: The first comics I saw on BZPower. They are great, but, sadly, closed.Kanohi of Comedy at the BZPower Comics Wiki (I demand a better page. And I'm to busy/lazy to make one. So make one, or feel my harpoon in your back.)Credit for the Comics go to:First, all the good comic makers mentioned earlier, especially Chilli.InnerRayg and all who worked on the Rayg Kit (Here and here).Nuparurocks and all who worked on the Comic Kit (Deleted).MSPaint, GIMP and Macromedia Fireworks.Cee estee for the Rayg sprite maker.Thanks for posting.
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Wow so I haven't posted anything on BZP in forever! I've been drawing a lot in the last few months now that I have regular free time in my life again and, of course, eventually lots of it ended up being Bionicle. Micah convinced me that I should maybe perhaps post some of it here so here goes! (click for full view) As is generally abundantly clear, 2001 remains my favorite year and I still can't stop drawing Mata Nui/the Tohunga/the Toa/literally anything from then. One day last week I was inspired to draw the beach of Ta-Koro (the scene of, really, one of the defining moments of my childhood) so here it is! Probably I will post more things soon I guess?
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So we know that Matoran are very important for the proper running of the Matoran Universe's inner working, and that if they stop working, Mata Nui's health, and presumably the MU's "health" are affected, as Toa Jovan's team and the Metru Nui Civil War showed. But I was wondering, how exactly do they maintain things? What is it in a Matoran's day to day life that contributes to their ecosystem's "health"? This image makes it seem like they actively worked around, replacing and maintaining the Robot's insides: http://biosector01.com/wiki/images/5/5c/Art_Workers_In_Mata_Nui.jpg But from what I gather from Metru Nui, what they Matoran did wasn't really much about their environment as a whole (their environment generally resembled an natural ecosystem, no the inside of a robot remember), but about building for themselves in their own society and economy. Judging by human civilizations, this building tends to not help your environment so...how do we think it works? Maybe its something in their actions itself that remotely influences their environment's health? It's only stated that Matoran need to work to keep things running, but what part of all their jobs really helps their environments? I suppose being in the military is just a job that keeps the Matoran's jobs safe (so like stopping Rahi), rather than a job that directly helps the MU? Also, on Mata Nui, did the Matoran's actions help Mata Nui's health or not; so does being just outside the MU make a difference like that? I guess it would, and that Teridax planned as much, so that Mata Nui would eventually die, leading the way for the Toa who would bring he Ignika into play.
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Quick question: Which set is more canonically accurate, "Mata Nui" or "Toa Mata Nui"? They depict the same character which is Toa sized, but which is more accurate to what he's actually meant to look like? I guess because there are more depictions of the canister "Mata Nui" set, that's more canon, but I don't know.
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And so it ends... Watch the two hour marathon of the last episode here! When I began this adventure three months ago, I was not quite sure what to expect with the game. While I enjoyed some aspects of the game, I felt that too many areas were lacking or even unfair after a while. For example, the strategy mini-"game" required long periods of madly spam clicking, and I was afraid I would get carpal tunnel! The best parts of the game were definitely the kohlii matches and finally discovering the crystal items for myself. While the ending dialogue is good, it was lacking sound, which made the ending of MNOLG 1 that much more memorable. Overall, i don't think I could recommend MNOLG 2 over the original, but I'm glad I finally finished it.
