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  1. The last of the Toa Mata... Thousands of years after the Reformation of Spherus Magna, the Toa, having fought and won countless battles, now lead the new society as Turaga. They may look different as time has caused many changes, but inside of each of them beats the heart of a Toa Mata. Turaga Onua..... Since becoming a Turaga, Onua spends much of his time in the New Atero Archives. His wisdom is unsurpassed, and though he lost his eye in a battle against the Skadi Federation warlords, he can see the truth with more clarity than any other being. Nuparu built a device that enhances his vision when worn over his good eye. It tracks the movement of his good eye and simultaneously scans the area before him. That information is then fed directly into the socket of his damaged eye, allowing him to "see" artificially. Though it is one of Nuparu's favorite inventions, the old warrior is known to prefer his natural sight and will often disable the device while looking over a landscape or watching wild Rahi. While protecting a group of Agori traders from a pack of Baterra, Onua's left arm was torn off. It was replaced by a telescoping arm that he uses frequently in his old age. His staff is carved from black rock, and the blade at the tip is made of hardened Protodermis. The serene and wise Turaga has a passion for teaching, and loves bringing groups of Agori and Matoran into the New Atero Archives to see rare Rahi up close. However, the normally jovial Turaga has a deeply hidden sense of guilt-he blames himself for the fate of Whenua, who was killed by Visorak. When Onua and Lewa reunited, Lewa offered the Drill Staff to Onua, but he refused, wanting to honor Whenua's last wishes. Turaga Hordika Lewa..... While investigating reports of a small group of Visorak, Lewa disappeared and was not heard from for an age. It was discovered that Roodaka had been attempting to reassemble the Visorak horde, and the reports were merely a trap to lure in unsuspecting victims. When the New Visorak Legion was finally defeated and Roodaka killed, rumors began to surface that Lewa was alive and in hiding. A search and rescue team finally found him in a complex network of caves, where he had been hiding and protecting the Matoran and Rahi he had rescued from the Visorak. When he emerged from the caves, it was the first time he had seen the sun in a hundred years. Roodaka had been cruel, and had experimented on him before he had escaped her clutches. Fearing for his sanity as the Hordika within him grew stronger, he released his Toa Power and became a Turaga Hordika. The wisdom and serenity of a Turaga was enough to keep the beast at bay; however, as a Turaga, Lewa remained a very capable warrior. His mutated arm was cybernetically enhanced by Defilak and Balta, who were among the Matoran he rescued. The cybernetic arm functions as a sort of energy cannon, capable of firing sustained beams of pure energy. Lewa found Whenua, who had been captured, and rescued him. But the Turaga of earth had been fatally wounded, and as he died he gave the Drill Staff to Lewa, who used it to carve new tunnels and hiding places in the caves. Balta designed a headlamp for Lewa, which attached to the left side of the Turaga Hordika's head. Lewa became much more solemn and pensive from his many hard and difficult years in the caves, and he developed a deep bitterness against the Visorak. Since returning from the caves however, he has regained his old free-spirited side, and is known to have a mischievous streak. He has unexpectedly found a close friend in Keetongu, who understands and shares both his pain and anger against the Visorak. Tahu..... Of the three remaining Toa Mata, Tahu is the only one who has not become a Turaga. He fears relinquishing the power that he might someday need to protect his people. He remained an active warrior for much longer than any of the others; he was the one who actually killed Roodaka and lead the Toa-Dark Hunter alliance against the New Visorak Legion. His battle with Roodaka was fierce, and Roodaka became desperate, mutating herself into a violent beast while they fought. Tahu won, but not without paying a price: his body was badly wounded, and he lost his right arm and leg and his mask was badly damaged, making its power intermittent and unreliable. He was also forced to kill Roodaka in self defense, driving a pike from a fallen warrior into the beast's stomach. He had his right forearm rebuilt, but left his mask and damaged leg as reminders of the battle (because of Vakama's history with Roodaka, the confrontation was both emotionally intense and physically demanding). After the battle, Tahu joined the team that eventually found Lewa; however, Tahu's wounds had slowed the team down, and he was forced to turn back for his own good. Realizing that the group had found Lewa ultimately without his help, he realized that though he would always protect his people, they might not always need him to. Since then he has become a Mask Maker, using his elemental power in his profession. He had his artificial arm outfitted with a device that can channel his power over fire with incredible precision for Mask Making. He often assists on construction projects in New Atero as well, and is frequently seen hobbling about wearing a bandolier with the various tools he uses for his work. Though he greatly enjoys his new work, he has never lost his desire to protect, and always carries the pike that he slew Roodaka with. ****So a few things: First, Onua's telescoping arm was inspired by another MOC I saw years ago, but that's the only thing I remember about... so if that was you.... thanks! Second, Tahu was (VERY) loosely inspired by Matoro1's Canister Builder on Brickshelf-check it out! https://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=572802 Third, sorry about the pics, I don't have a good camera. Let me know what you guys think! More MOCs to come!
  2. An attempt to blend the visual style of the Bionicle films with G2.
  3. Hey everyone, I'm looking for a bunch of instructions that I hope shouldn't be too hard to come by: 8539 Manas—just the instructions for the yellow crab with #4162043 8540 Turaga Vakama (#4159407), 8542 Turaga Onewa (#4159409) and 8543 Turaga Nokama (#4159410)—would rather buy these as a bundle 8811 Toa Lhikan & Kikanalo—with #4267275 I already have all of them but they all have various problems so I'm looking to replace them with better kept copies. I'd rather buy within Europe. Thanks.
  4. Turaga Dume and Takanuva Turaga Dune and Takanuva by Toa TimeLord, on Flickr
  5. So, sometime around the same time that Teridax infected the GSR with that sleep-causing virus, he took on the appearance of Turaga Dume in Metru Nui, presumably after subduing somehow and stuffing the real guy into a Matoran sphere. Now, according to BS01, Teridax went ahead and took over the person of "Dume" about a year and a half prior to the climax of Legends of Metru Nui. The question is... how did he avoid arousing suspicion right off the bat? If Teridax was the "Makuta of Metru Nui", presumably one of the folks who could directly influence trade, communication, and regulations concerning Metru Nui and work with the inhabitants of other islands to keep the place safe, how could he possibly have disappeared for over a year without creating mass panic? Sure, the Matoran probably didn't see much of an effect, as it's possible that they didn't even knew who Teridax was; however, the folks in charge of Xia, Zakaz, Stelt, and the Southern Continent would have surely made an effort to communicate with him on issues concerning immigration and commerce. As far as always figured, Teridax was the de facto leader of Metru Nui after the Matoran Civil War, with the Turaga serving a strictly ceremonial role for social events and rituals like Akilini games. (IIRC that's pretty much what the Turaga did on Mata Nui as well.) At the very least, he would have been watched by the Order, which was definitely keeping tabs on him and his efforts at militarizing the Brotherhood. Wouldn't folks have been trying to reach him constantly, especially as rumors spread of the Morbuzahkh and certain Dark Hunters? If anyone can clear this one up, then that would be phenomenal. Discuss. -Azani
  6. So here's a question that's been on my mind. Story goes that after the Bohrok-Kal, the Turaga impart the knowledge of rebuilding the matoran to counter the effects of the sphere's Makuta put them into during the events of the Great Cataclysm. Here's a question though, why did they wait 1000 years to do so? We find out in the book "time trap" that Makuta agreed to give the Matoran one year of peace, why didn't the Turaga use the time then to rebuild the Matoran? Why wait for 1000 years til when the Toa show up, and after a whole bunch of dangers show up? It's been stated that the Rahaga taught the Turaga how to do it, so they had the knowledge since day one. Aside from the obvious reason I mean *coughsellmoretoyscough* Anyways, what do you guys think?
  7. http://orig12.deviantart.net/2d21/f/2016/274/d/0/turaga_nui_by_mate397-dajiph2.jpg Originally I wanted to build the actual combiner but then I thought why not make it into a MOC. Detail: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Turaga-Nui-Back-637451110 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Turaga-Nui-Side-637451550 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Turaga-Nui-Side-637451914 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Turaga-Nui-Size-637452135
  8. http://orig15.deviantart.net/32c5/f/2016/274/6/5/turaga_lhikan_by_mate397-dajil91.jpg I've been wanting to build a Turaga Lhikan for a while now, and finally got around putting it together. No idea what's with the focus on this, might have made the camera move, gonna retake this shot when back at home. Detail: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Lhikan-Back-637442036 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Lhikan-Size-637442043
  9. So we know that when a Matoran becomes a Toa their design becomes the same as how they imagine a Toa to look, for Takua he became like a Toa Nuva and the Toa Metru took after Lhikan and other pre-existing Toa from Metru Nui. So where exactly do Turagas' forms come from? Although the Toa Metru transformed into similar looking Turaga, why did Lhikan and Dume have different Turaga forms even though they are all based off of the same Toa Metru build? Could this be a case more of the set design not being entirely canon? as the movies show that the 6 Turaga on mata nui have the same build as the ones on Metru Nui, although this could have just been a way of cutting corners like how the Matoran keep the same design throughout the films. Also could the variance in form have anything to do with the means of transformation into Turaga?
  10. As another holiday rolls around, you all know what that means...another installment of the Lewa# Studios Holiday Series for your entertainment! And on this very green day, where else should we start but in Le-Metru? Imitation Celebration A BIONICLE comedy by Me! Part 6 of the Lewa# Studios Holiday Series 2015-2016 Turaga Matau looked out the window of his hut as Turaga Dume approached, completely painted green and with shamrocks sticking out of his mask. (Rather than any of his many bizarre holiday-specific masks, however, he was apparently just wearing his regular mask painted green like the rest of him). “Dume, please go quick-away…” Matau muttered. Of course, Dume didn’t listen; for one, he couldn’t hear Matau from that far away, and for two, he wouldn’t have listened even if he could hear it. In no time at all, Dume was knocking on Matau’s front door. “Hello-Hi, Turaga-Old-People!” Dume called out in a horrendous impersonation of a chutespeak accent. “Open-open this-that door-door, please-begging!” “‘Door-door?’ Really?” Sighing, Matau reluctantly opened the door. “Hello Dume,” he said. “Hi-hello, Matau-Matau! I-me am-am a-a Le-Air Matoran-Tohunga! Don’t-not do-do you-Matau like-enjoy it-me?” “Why are you talk-speaking like a moron-krekka?” “What-huh? I-me am-am speaking-talking Chutespeak-treespeak, obviously-duh!” Don’t-can’t you-Matau get-see that-that?” “No one talks-speaks like that; this has got to be the most terrible-bad Le-Matoran impression I’ve ever seen. Would you just go away-far and leave me alone?” “Except-but you-you must-have to-to celebrate-celebrate this-that holiday-day! It’s-it’s you-your favorite-best day-day! A-a day-day when-when everyone-all becomes-turns Le-Air Matoran-Tohunga!” “You’re not a Le-Matoran; you’re a Turaga-geezer of Fire who painted himself green-emerald,” observed Matau. “Now please stop annoying-bothering me!” “Nope-can’t! I-me am-am just-now starting-getting warmed-heated up-down! Today-day is-is full-filled with-with ideas-celebrations!” Matau promptly slammed the door. “Hi-hello Onewa-Turaga!” exclaimed the green-painted Turaga Dume, as he knocked on the door to the Turaga’s Home. “Go-come join-follow me-me to-for our-our Le-Air Matoran-Tohunga’s Day-Holiday!” “Dume, what holiday is it this time? I’m trying to sleep,” Onewa complained, leaning his head out the window. He rubbed his eyes and blinked at the sight. “Why is everything green?” “Since-because it’s-it’s Le-Air Matoran-Tohunga’s Day-Holiday, obviously-duh!” Onewa glanced at what appeared to be a sizeable portion of the population of Po-Metru arranged behind Dume, all of whom were painted entirely green and had shamrocks and other various odds and ends sticking out of their masks. “What is this, a parade?” he asked. “Hmm-umm,” thought Dume. “That’s an awesome-great thought-idea, Onewa-you! Let’s-let’s go-travel back-return to-to Le-Air Metru-city!” Although Dume’s increasingly terrible Le-Matoran accent was starting to get annoying, Onewa shrugged and opened the door. “I guess I have nothing better to do today…” he muttered. “Come on, Vakama.” Somewhere inside the house, Vakama staggered to his feet and looked outside. Dume immediately ran up to him. “Hi-hello, you-Turaga Fire-Vakama, join-join us-us in-inside this-that parade-march!” “BACK, YOU FOUL CREATURE! ONE MORE STEP AND I’LL--” Vakama shouted, bonking Dume on the head with his firestaff. “Ouch-oww, what’s-what’s wrong-bad with-with him-Vakama?” asked Dume. “He...does that sometimes,” explained Onewa, quickly shutting the door before Vakama could continue to try to beat up Dume. “In his defense, though, all that green paint does kinda make you look like a Lehrak.” “WHAT!?” demanded Dume. “...Uh, I mean, ‘WHAT-WHAT!?’ I-me don’t-do-not appear-look like-like a-a Lehrak-Lehrak!” “Actually, you really do…” “Shut-shut up-down!” “‘Up-down?’” asked Onewa with a . “You know what, never mind. Let’s just start this parade already. In fact, I have a great idea for a route!” “Really-really? Cool-awesome, show-show it-it to-to me-Dume!” “ “ emoticonned the Turaga of Stone, as he quickly scribbled a rough map of Le-Metru onto a conveniently placed tablet and showed it to Dume…. “Matau-Turaga!” exclaimed Kongu after he’d accidentally dive-bombed a chute transport into the Turaga’s house that afternoon, as part of their daily routine. “Have you seen-heard what Dume’s been doing?” Matau groaned and rubbed his eyes. Then he realized that he couldn’t rub his eyes, due to the mask covering his face, and so he rubbed his mask instead. Then he accidentally knocked his mask off in the process and was temporarily rendered unconscious for several long, awkward moments. Then Kongu just stood there whistling the Mask of Light theme while he waited for Matau to wake up. Then Nokama finally wandered downstairs, noticed Matau’s unconscious mask-less self, and put his mask back on his face. Then Matau woke up again. “Oh, hello Kongu,” he said, “you’re still now-here?” “Yes,” Kongu observed dryly. “What were we speak-talking about...oh, right, Dume. I don’t know-think who he knows-thinks he is, pretending to be a Le-Matoran like that.” “It’s not just him anymore, though! Lots of Matoran and even Onewa-Turaga have joined his parade in Po-Metru!” “That’s not a surprise-shock,” Matau commented, “He-Onewa hates me. Where are they now?” “Uhh....” uhhed Kongu. “Hold on.” The Le-Matoran ran out the door (which had been squished by the chute transport from earlier, so he didn’t so much go out the door as he did over it), hopped onto a conveniently placed Gukko, flew off, and flew back in five seconds later with another chute transport, which he promptly crashed into Matau’s back door. Nokama laughed. “I did warn you about karma all those years ago when you crashed everything into everyone else’s house…” she mentioned. “Don’t remind-remember me,” said Matau. “Okay Kongu, what did you see-find?” “You won’t believe this, but they’re going-coming back here, to Le-Metru!” “ “ emoticonned Matau. “Again? Why won’t they leave me alone-solo?” “Actually,” said Kongu, “this might be a good-awesome thing.” “How could Dume and Onewa coming now-here toa nnoy me possibly be a good thing??” An odd-looking Toa suddenly popped his head into the wreckage of the house. “Did somebody call me? I’m Toa Nnoy, Toa of Typos!” “ ” emoticonned Kongu, Matau, and Nokama simultaneously. “Uhh...no,” said Nokama. Toa Nnoy shrugged. “Fair enough. I guess I’ll go back to tracking down the Rahkshi of Letter Control.” He then left as randomly as he had come. The three of them stared after the randomly appearing Toa for several long, awkward moments. Then, finally, Nokama said, “You know what? Let’s all just pretend that never happened.” “Okay-good idea, Turaga,” said Kongu. “So! Turaga Matau, we should prank-trick Onewa right back at him!” “What did you have in brain-mind?” “Let me explain it to you…” Onewa triumphantly marched into Le-Metru at the head of a parade of Po-Matoran and Turaga Dume, all of whom were doused in green paint and trying to act like Le-Matoran...well, trying of course being the operative word here. The actual Le-Matoran they passed were getting more and more annoyed with their attempts at chutespeak...especially Dume’s, which had apparently just devolved into his repeating every word twice. “Hi-hi all-all you-you friendly-friendly Le-Le Matoran-Matoran! Happy-Happy Le-Le Matoran’s-Matoran’s Day-Day!” “Dume-Turaga, you’re doing-working it-that wrong-incorrect,” Onewa said. “You just-only make you-yourself look-seem stupid-dumb. We’re trying-attempting to act-be exactly-really just-like real-true Le-Matoran!” “What-what are-are you-you talking-talking about-about? I-I sound-sound exactly-exactly like-like how-how Le-Le Matoran-Matoran speak-speak in-in real-real life-life!” Every single Le-Matoran in the whole city collectively facepalmed at that moment. As they finally drew closer to Matau’s house, Onewa started to dance around and sing as loud as he could in order to get Matau’s attention. After several minutes of making himself look like a moron, however, he realized no one was in the house. “Oh, come on!” he groaned, momentarily forgetting to use fake chutespeak. “Hi, Onewa! Look over here!” called Matau from a nearby rooftop. Onewa turned to look...and his eyes widened. “What the--what--” he stammered. Matau and a good chunk of the Le-Matoran were arranged on a rooftop, all of whom were covered in paint of various shades of brown and tan. Not only that, but they all carried rocks and hammers in their hands and were bouncing up and down bopping themselves over the heads with them. “Look at us! We’re Po-Matoran!” “But-but it’s-it’s not-not Po-Po Matoran’s-Matoran’s Day-Day!” protested Dume. “It is now!” crowed Matau as he bonked himself over the head with his hammer. Onewa, annoyed, shooed the crows away. “You can’t make fun of me! I was going to make fun of you! You stole my idea!” “Exactly! Wheeeeeeee~!” shouted Matau. “Okay-okay fine-fine, forget-forget this-this!” said Dume. “I-I have-have a-a better-better idea-idea!” The Turaga then ran off somewhere in the general direction of Ko-Metru. Onewa, Matau, and all of the Po- and Le-Matoran shrugged. “Well, now that we’re all dressed as each other, why don’t we trade Metrus for a day?” suggested Matau. “But what if he ruins our house?” asked Nokama worriedly. Matau gestured pointedly at their house, which was now little more than a pile of rubble with multiple chute transports crashed into it. “If he can figure-find out a way to ruin-destroy it even more, then I’ll be impressed.” “Good point. Though speaking of ruining things, I should probably go and check on Ga-Metru. Who knows what Dume’s usual holiday antics might have done to it this time?” However, on their way to Po-Metru, Matau and the Le-Matoran all stopped as they noticed two huge crowds, one of Ko-Matoran and the other of Onu-Matoran, blocking their path. However, on a second look, the Matoran he’d thought were Ko-Matoran were actually Onu-Matoran covered in white paint, and the Matoran he’d thought were Onu-Matoran were actually Ko-Matoran covered in ashes from Ta-Metru’s furnaces. “We don’t have paint,” explained a random Ko-Matoran coldly. The Onu-Matoran dressed up like Ko-Matoran, including Whenua, were making big fools of themselves. “I like the future I like the stars, I like the future that might be on Mars,” they were singing as they wandered around with giant telescopes glued to their eyes and staring upward, bumping into each other constantly due to not being able to see where they were going. “We’re Ko-Matoran!” “Beepity beep beep gibberish gibberish I can’t even speak Matoran!” Whenua was saying, while Onepu, who was apparently pretending to be a translator, said “Nuju says ‘I dance the cha-cha like a sissy girl!” Of course, the Ko-Matoran dressed up like Onu-Matoran were giving as good as they got. “Mining mining mining mining mining!” said one group, as they crawled around with their rear ends in the air, their faces stuck to the dirt, and various random mining tools held in their hands. “Digging digging digging digging digging!” Like the Onu-Matoran with their telescopes, these Ko-Matoran were bumping into each other due to not being able to see where they were going. Nuju walked around with a pile of history textbooks on his head. “I’m Whenua, I don’t care about the future! I just want to study history all day! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaawn...even pretending to be you is boring…” “Out of the way, Po-Matoran coming through!” shouted Matau as he and the Le-Matoran wandered through the crowds, bonking themselves and each other on the heads with hammers and rocks. “Carvity carve carve!” Meanwhile, Nokama walked into Ga-Metru and saw that it was filled with Ta-Matoran covered in blue paint, accompanied by Dume, who had now somehow become drenched in paint of all six BIONICLE colors. “Blub blub blub blub blub! FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH~!” Jaller shouted as he ran around with a fish on his head. “Let’s learn about FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH~!” “Let’s go sailing and boating and canoeing and kayaking and sailing and pontooning and sailing and sailing!” said Nuhrii. “And then I can teach everyone how to go sailing and boating and canoeing and…” “I’m Nokama, and I’m in LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE with Matau!” said a blue-painted Vakama. “I’m so in love that I’m in love! I’m so in love that I’m obsessed with the ‘wub’ emoticon! I’m so in love that I slap him constantly! It’s all my fault that I’m making fun of Nokama!” At this last one, Dume bonked him over the head with his own firestaff, that had two extra pieces duct-taped to the end of it to make it resemble a trident “Dume,” Nokama said, not wanting to get involved in this ludicrous display of stupidity, “do you mind telling me where my Ga-Matoran went? And what, exactly, are you supposed to be now?” “I’m a Letapoonugako-Matoran, obviously!” “ ” “And your Ga-Matoran are right here. Are you blind?” Nokama, annoyed, walked up to him and with a *SLAP!* slapped him across the face. “No, I mean the real Ga-Matoran.” “They’re right here!” As Nokama readied her slapping hand again, Dume hastily added, “...Although now that you mention it, there are a bunch of Ta-Matoran in Ta-Metru.” Nokama sighed. “Figures. Thanks anyway. Don’t destroy the Great Temple!” *CRASH!* “Too late…” The Turaga of Water gazed out over the forges of Ta-Metru, which were now staffed entirely by Ga-Matoran, who had apparently tried to cover themselves in red paint, but it all melted off from the heat, so they’d given up. Piles of protodermis that were apparently supposed to resemble Kanohi were launching out of the furnaces and getting thrown around like frisbees, even though frisbees don’t exist in BIONICLE. “There you are, Turaga! Come join us; we’re Ta-Matoran!” shouted Macku. She then set a pile of sticks on her head on fire. “I’m on fire! I’m a Ta-Matoran! I’m on fire! Wheeeeeeeeeee!” “I love discs! And masks! And forging! Look at this, it’s perfect!” shouted Kai, picking up a hideous lump of protodermis and chucking it into a fire. Nokama looked around for a few moments, then sighed in defeat as she spotted a conveniently placed bucket of red paint nearby. “When in Stelt, do as the Steltians do…” she muttered as she upended the bucket over her head. “I’m Vakama! It’s all my fault that I’m Vakama! It’s all my fault we’re in Ta-Metru! It’s all my fault that there’s paint everywhere! It’s all my fault…!” “You’re supposed to make the impressions funny, not accurate,” said a brown-painted Matau who had suddenly wandered in. “It’s all my fault I did this wrong! It’s all my fault I don’t know how to exaggerate this any more than it already is! It’s all my fault Vakama’s ridiculous antics are already funny! It’s all my fault…!” Dume walked into the scene after a long day of having toured the other Metrus and taking part in everyone’s imitation antics. “That was a great holiday,” he commented as he looked at the blotchy mess of paint all over his armor. “Though I don’t know why the Le-Matoran were so annoyed with me in the first place. My-my chutespeak-chutespeak impression-impression is-is flawless-flawless!” Unbeknownst to anyone else on Metru Nui, Makuta was that very day planning to invade the city with an army of Rahkshi. Before his attack, he took some time to turn invisible and scout out the city. Upon seeing the Po-Matoran bonking themselves over the heads and singing about carving, the Le-Matoran speaking in horrendously terrible chutespeak, the Onu-Matoran with their faces glued to the ground, the Ko-Matoran with their faces literally glued to their telescopes, the Ga-Matoran spazzing out and running around like idiots screaming about fish and sailing, and a different group of Ga-Matoran who were apparently convinced they were Ta-Matoran, and the Ta-Matoran having apparently vanished entirely, he just shook his head and turned his army around. “You know what...I’ve decided Metru Nui isn’t even worth conquering anymore…” he commented as he evilled his way back to his lair. Upon entering his fortress at Destral, though, he stopped in mid-evil-stride and stared with his mouth hanging open. A group of Toa and Matoran, covered in black and red paint, were dancing around his throne room making complete fools of themselves. “We’re so evil, evil is so fun, I love evil, it’s so fun,” sang the Matoran. “I’m Makuta Terry-ducks! I have a stupid name and my voice sounds like I ingested several gallons of sandpaper!” said what he could now see was a black-painted Takanuva. Makuta couldn’t even say anything. His mouth opened and shut several times in sheer astonishment at the audacity of these Av-Matoran and Takanuva. Finally, he just backed slowly and awkwardly out of the room. Something is wrong with this entire universe, he thought to himself. It’s like it’s made it a personal goal toa nnoy me. Toa Nnoy appeared. “Did you summon me telepathically? I’m Toa Nnoy, Toa of Typos!” I’ve been annoyed for the last time! That does it, I am taking over the universe itself! THE END Lewa0111 the Word Counting Character: Look at me! I can count the words of a comedy and say them at the end! Also I speak in script in prose comedies for some reason! And this comedy has 2,763 words! ~Happy St. Patrick’s Day from Lewa# Studios! Halloween Special 2015 Thanksgiving Special 2015 Christmas Special 2015 New Year’s Special 2015 Valentine’s Special 2016 Bob the Word Counting Matoran (Look at me! I’m the author! I write these comedies two days late all the time and constantly go on hiatuses! And I’m not even that funny!)
  11. I've been wanting to post these guys for a long time. They aren't a complete set unfortunately as I lack many of the required pieces to construct multiples of Matoran, Toa, and Turaga, yet I feel that what is presented now should provide a decent glimpse. My only regret is that I accidentally deleted my Turaga of Water's individual images while I was compiling this evening. The Great Elders Turaga of Earth. The former Toa Varsai of Earth, Erdeur, has retained his shielding as body armor and carries a measure of his once glorious strength to lead his people through the trials of Onu-Mana. His bowed posture conveys a sense of humbleness in his aging years. Turaga of Plantlife. The former Toa Varsai of Plantlife, Rasenur, despite having inherited the massive plating from his old throwing star for defense, remains fleet footed and nimble, and few are the Matoran under his care in Le-Mana who can keep apace. Turaga of Ice. The former Toa Varsai of Ice, Eisenur, is cooler and calmer than ever. His inheritance from his glory days can be seen in the tundra plumage spilling down his shoulders like a regal shawl, allowing him to drift through the snowy currents of Ko-Mana and glide over the icy lakes with little effort. A gathering of wisdom in emergency before the Mana Stump. Wise and shrewd Meerur settles the debate- their hidden Toa Stones must be retrieved and put to use. The Multitude whom Follow Matoran of Earth Like most of his kindred, this fellow carries quaker-strike gauntlets for his right hand and a mighty spear for blowing up any hard to excavate lodestones and light stones alike. Matoran of Stone Not all Po-Mana scavengers are created equal, and some turn to piracy and prospering for loot out in the Sandy Seas. What they cannot keep, they sell - at a great hike in value. Dare you cross this scoundrel and his sabre? Matoran of Magnetism Tiefeka here is an oddity - the sole Fa-Matoran within Mana-Nuva, he is far more competently constructed than his lessors among the people, a great warrior in his own right made greater by the usage of his elemental power that seems far beyond what one would expect. When Makuta Cruxida's Rahi began invading the island his seemingly-impossible victories time and time again in defense of each Mana village gave him a near-legendary prestige, and this is thought to be behind the diminutive stature of the Toa Mava upon their formation. Maybe there is more to Tiefeka than meets the eye... The Heroes Toa Mava of Earth Toa Mava of Plantlife Toa Mava of Ice Rimestal is fearless - or perhaps merely mad - as he uses his lithe frame and great frost blades in conjunction with his Konohi to soar from vast heights, only to piledrive the opponent below and skewer them through with the tips of his swords. Toa Mava of Water Best suited to the aquatic environs of Ga-Mana, her bulk is not an issue in even the fiercest sea thanks to her paddle-like feet, and to the contrary has proven invaluable in cracking the teeth of many a ferocious Ga-Mana Kingfisher and their mutated relative, the Terodact Gulp. Toa Mava of Fire A trembling spirit of wrath lays in wait within the seemingly calm shell of Fusorai, leader of the Toa Mava. When his anger surmounts his reason the six arms of his rage are brought to bear in channeling his elemental power, exceeding the output of even his Pyro Scepter. And that is all for now. I have yet to develop backstories for Toa Mava of Plantlife and Earth but I hope the rest has offered you a glimpse into my widening world of the Island of Mana-Nuva.
  12. Happy Thanksgiving! Whilst I’m busy keeping Tava away from all the pies, I’ve somehow found time to write another one of these things...and HOLY PLOT TWIST BATMAN, IT’S ACTUALLY NOT LATE! Have I been replaced with Mirror Universe Lewa0111 who writes comedies early? Thanksgiving 2014 Thanksgiving 2011 Anyway: To Catch a Gukko A BIONICLE comedy by Me! Part 2 of the Lewa# Studios Holiday Series 2015-2016 Turaga Dume watched from his Colosseum Box as the Onu-Matoran work crews continued to haul the massive pile of dirt out of the Colosseum, a leftover from the...interesting Halloween they’d had last month. The other Turaga, who he’d summoned, looked at him. “So, Turaga Dume, what do you need us for?” asked Whenua. “We need to decide what we’re doing for Thanksgiving,” he told the group. I want to make sure, for once, that none of our holidays are utter disasters. This time, Thanksgiving is going to be problem-free, wonderful, and an enjoyable time for all of Metru Nui!” Matau stepped forward, waving his staff excitedly. “I agree, that’s a great idea! We need a good one this year. Especially after the disaster that was this past Halloween--which had nothing at all to do with me, by the way--we need to make it extra-awesome! “It had EVERYTHING to do with you, and you know it!” said Nokama, bonking him over the head with her staff. “Which is why I grounded you.” “We’ve been over this! You can’t ground me!” Dume cleared his trout. Then, he cleared his salmon, his perch, and his goldfish. “What smells so fishy?” asked Onewa, looking up at Dume. With the leader of Metru Nui having finally gotten their attention, he announced, “Regardless of grounded-ness, I need all six of you to help. This has to be a surprise for everyone, even the Toa, so we do it ourselves. The task...is to catch a Gukko.” “Hey, that’s the title!” pointed out Vakama. “It’s all my fault that that’s the title! It’s all my fault--” As one, the other six Turaga yelled, “SHUT UP!” “ ” Vakama emoticonned. “That’s better. Anyway, this task will not be an easy one. You see, Gukko no longer live in Metru Nui. You might recall a certain recklessly-piloted vehicle careening through the air a few months ago, which terrified them all into fleeing the city.” “It almost terrified the rest of us, too…” muttered Onewa, with a pointed glance at Matau. “We’re too old for this.” “That’s what I told him,” Nokama pointed out. Matau, for his part, just stared up at the sky and started whistling in a vain attempt to look like he had nothing to do with the aforementioned incident. Attempting to get back on topic, Nuju addressed Dume. “Beep whirr, whistle beep whistle whistle click fweep toodle toodle toodle toodle toodle toodle toodle BONK!” “Hold on a second,” said Dume as he quickly grabbed a spare Noble Mask of Google Translate (a Kanohi resembling the Noble Rau, though with the colors of Google’s logo) and swapped it for his normal mask. “‘If you or your Gukko, ingest a city?’” Dume translated with the mask. “I don’t get it.” “FAWEEP BUZZ BOOT!” shouted Nuju, frustrated. “‘All I said?’ All you said what?” Nuju just facepalmed, then turned to Nokama. “Chatter click beep weird Rahi noises,” he said. With a sigh, Nokama activated her own (much more useful) mask and translated the first sentence Nuju had said. “Dume, he originally said ‘If the Gukko are no longer in the city, where can we find one?’ Your mask needs some work.” “Oh. That makes much more sense, thank you. And my mask is fine!” “ ” emoticonned the other six Turaga in unison. “Just you wait, next holiday I’ll have an even better custom mask…” Dume muttered. Then he cleared his toast, ignoring the bagel, bread, croissant, muffin, and pastry also needing to be cleared. “Ahem, getting back to Nuju’s original question, that is what makes this quest challenging. The Matoran Universe’s entire population of Gukko have since migrated to Mata Nui, up above us. The seven of us will need to ascend through the tunnels, emerge onto the island above, capture a Gukko, and return safely.” Onewa sighed. “Well, thanks just the same, we’ll be going then.” As he turned to leaves, the other Turaga just stared oddly at him. “Are we really stooping so low as to quote ourselves from Web of Shadows?” asked Whenua. “Yeah, and why did he turn into a pile of leaves, anyway? That was random,” Nokama pointed out. Matau shrugged. “Just leave him there.” Then he paused, waiting expectantly. “Get it? ‘Leave?’ Oh, never mind, you’re all too old for my humor, anyway.” “We’re all the same age. And you know it,” Nokama muttered under her breath. “Are you going senile?” “Yep!” exclaimed Matau. Then he frowned. “Wait, what does ‘senile’ mean, anyway? Is it a compliment?” Some time later, the Turaga (including a significantly-less-leafy Onewa) all stood on a boat just off the shore of Ga-Metru, watching Nokama ready the boat for sailing. “Yarr har har, ahoy mateys, me hearties, rum rum landlubbers walk the plank avast ye doubloons and swab the swashbuckler!” declared Nuju out of nowhere. “ ” the other Turaga emoticonned in unison. “Walk the plank, scalawags, yarrrrrrrrrrrr hoist the sails?” Nokama activated her mask for a moment. “He says, ‘What’s everyone staring at? You didn’t know I was bilingual?’” She shrugged. “No, I didn’t. Apparently he speaks Pirate too.” “ ” said Dume. “The more you know…” “Whatever, can we just continue? I’m getting impatient,” complained Matau. “I’m missing my favorite show!” Whenua rolled his eyes. “You’d expect after so many times, he’d get bored of watching himself on TV,” he whispered to Nokama. “For once--and I’m honestly shocked I’m saying this--I agree with Matau,” Onewa said. “Let’s go.” “ ” emoticonned Dume. “IT’S THE APOCALYPSE!” “AHOY ME HEARTIES ME MATEYS ME LANDLUBBERS!” Nuju put in. Suddenly, Vakama ran up from belowdecks. “It’s the apocalypse?” he asked. “Oh no! It’s all my fault it’s the apocalypse! It’s all my fault that--” He was stopped from going any further by Onewa grabbing a randomly appeared piece of pizza and shoving it into Vakama’s mouth. “Mmmmmph mmmm mmmmmmph mph mmph!” Nokama activated her mask, purely out of habit by now. “He said ‘It’s all my fault I can’t talk! It’s all my fault Onewa shoved pizza in--’” “You know? Somehow I think we could’ve figured that out ourselves,” Onewa said sarcastically. “Don’t you start.” “I will start...the boat, so we can get going,” Nokama said. With that, she swung down from the mast and landed perfectly onto the button to start the boat’s engines. What she hadn’t realized was that earlier, Matau had leaned on the speed lever, pushing it all the way to ‘Ludicrous’ speed. The panicked screams of six old geezers (and one old geezette) could be heard across all of Metru Nui. “‘Geezette?’ Really? That has to be the dumbest word I have ever heard in my life,” complained Whenua, a few minutes later. Why is it always the Onu-characters arguing with me? “I don’t know, or care, but I could do a much better job than you…” Oh, shut up. “If we’re quite done arguing with authors and breaking the fourth wall,” said Dume, “we’ve arrived.” Dizzy and nauseous, the seven Turaga stumbled off of the boat onto the sandy shores of Mata Nui. The only good thing about Nokama’s mistake was that it made the trip take much shorter than it otherwise would have. “Well, we’ve made it to Mata Nui,” Dume declared. “Yarr harr fiddle dee dee,” commented Nuju. This time, Nokama didn’t bother translating, as she was still sick from the trip. “Wahoo! Let’s go catch ourselves one fine-fresh Gukko!” shouted Matau. Onewa looked askance at him. “What? I’m excited. Also, ‘askance’ is a cool word.” “You know, technically we didn’t actually make it to Mata Nui, since we were technically already inside Mata Nui,” Whenua pointed out. Dume just glared at him. “You know full well what I meant. Mata Nui the island, not the Spirit.” The BZP member SPIRIT appeared out of nowhere. “Somebody talking about me?” he asked. “No.” said a randomly appeared Takanuva. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!” said an equally random Kopaka. “Somebody needs to get rid of all these time-comedy warp portals,” muttered Dume as he threw all three characters into one of said portals and slammed it shut. Matau bounced over to them. “Can we just get going? Let’s call it the ‘Island of Mata Nui’s Face’ and be done with it. Last one to the Gukko is a rotten egg!” The other Turaga all stared at one another. “Okay, first, eggs don’t exist in BIONICLE, and second, if we’re still living in Metru Nui and this island isn’t barren yet, shouldn’t we not know it’s Mata Nui’s face?” asked Onewa. “It’s a Lewa0111 comedy. Probably best not to think too hard about it,” Whenua pointed out. “Walk the plank, ye blubberbees, yaharr avast!” agreed Nuju wholeheartedly. Together, everyone followed the hyperactive Matau into the jungle. Well, almost everyone. “It’s all my fault we sailed too fast! It’s all my fault I’m sick! It’s all my fault eggs don’t exist in BIONICLE! It’s all my fault that it’s all my fault! It’s all my fault--” “HA! Gotcha,” declared Matau, slamming a randomly appeared net down on top of a Gukko. “Would you get off of me??” demanded the Gukko. “ OH MY MATA NUI A TALKING GUKKO!” exclaimed Matau, jumping backward and falling flat on his rear end. “Talking Gukko? Where!?” demanded the talking Gukko. Then it spotted a Gukko sitting next to it. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” screamed the Gukko. The talking Gukko fell backward from fright, causing its Gukko-shaped mask to fall off and revealing…”Turaga Dume?” asked Matau. “What are you doing here? Why were you wearing a Gukko mask?” “Oh, this is my Kanohi Guhkko, the Mask of Gukko Birds,” he said, indicating the Gukko-shaped Kanohi he had been wearing over his regular mask. “It’s supposed to summon Gukko birds, but it doesn’t work too well.” The regular Gukko from a few paragraphs ago just sat on Dume’s head and laughed uproariously. “Where do you get all these awesome-cool masks, anyway?” “From Masks ‘R’ Us, of course! You should go there sometime. They have a nice deal right now on the Kanohi Ahspirin, the Mask of Pain Relief, which comes in handy whenever my back gives out. Like right now...ouch…” Matau shook his head. “Uh, no thanks, we need to find a Gukko! Hold still…” As he swung the net, the Gukko on Dume’s head squawked and took off. “I just told you I’m not a Gukko, you moron!” said Dume, annoyed. “Stop trying to catch me!” “Not you, there!” Matau excitedly pointed to the Gukko that had taken off. “FOLLOW THAT GUKKO!” Matau, though old, still knew how to navigate Le-Wahi, and he swung nimbly from branch to branch in pursuit of the flying Rahi. That is, of course, until he ran smack into Onewa. “Ouch. Matau, watch where you’re going. I nearly had that Gukko until you got in my way…” “With what?” Matau asked, indicating Onewa’s staff, which had a few pieces of string duct-taped to it haphazardly, only barely resembling a net if you turned your head sideways and squinted while holding a net in front of your face. “You honestly expect to catch a Gukko with that?” “Well, at least I have a net.” “What are you talking abou….” Matau’s voice trailed off as he looked down and realized he was no longer holding his net, just his distinctly string-less Kau Kau staff. “Still. Yours doesn’t even count as a net,” he quickly added, covering up his embarrassment. “Oh yeah? Want to fight me for it?” “You’re on! Arrrrgh!” “Arrrrgh!” The two Turaga charged at each other, though they had seemingly forgotten how old they were and that they couldn’t fight like they once had. Instead, their “fight” consisted merely of the two of them standing in front of each other, taking turns bopping one another over the head with their staffs while shouting insults. Actually, they were barely even insults. “You’re old!” “No, you are!” “No, you!” “No, you!” “No, you!” “No, you!” ...You get the idea. Fortunately for the un-spamminess of this comedy, Nokama quickly emerged from the underbrush, net tucked under her arm, and bopped both of them over the head with her trident. “You’re both old, we’re all the same age, you dolts! Anyway, that has got to be the most pathetic fight I’ve ever seen. Matau, you should know better by your age.” “Wait, if we’re both the same age, why am I the only one who should know better?” Matau complained. “Because Onewa hasn’t had the benefit of me attempting to teach him for however many years it’s been, that’s why. Now let’s get a move on, we’ve got a Gukko to catch here!” As a time-comedy warp portal started to appear, she added, “And no, that wasn’t copied from Star Wars, so if Obi-Wan’s about to lecture me about copyrights, please go away.” With a , the portal closed. “I didn’t know portals could use emoticons,” commented Onewa. Before he’d even finished saying this, another portal opened, from which emerged a large, one-eyed, yellow Rahi. Nokama’s eyes widened. “Drat, knew I’d forgotten something...Yikes!” She quickly ran away as Keetongu chased after her, the Rahi as usual upset because he had copyrights copyrighted. Matau and Onewa looked at each other, shrugging, before giving chase. “Oh, where’s Dume and his Mask of Random Portals when I need him,” complained Nokama as she ran away. Then, out of nowhere, the ground gave way and she, Keetongu, Matau, and Onewa slid down into a network of steadily descending tunnels. “I have to say, that was unexpected.” They all landed in a heap at the bottom of the tunnels, on the floor of a large cavern. Whenua was sitting in the middle, holding his drill proudly. “Well? Aren’t you going to thank me?” he asked. “Thank you? You didn’t exactly get rid of Keetongu, he’s still here,” Onewa pointed out. “Oh. Sorry. Hold on.” Whenua touched the drill with his ground. Nothing happened. “Uhh, I think you got that backwards,” Matau observed. Sheepishly, Whenua touched the ground with his drill. “Baaaahhh,” he added sheepishly, growing wool and dropping to all fours. A tunnel also opened up below Keetongu, and the yellow Rahi went sliding away. “Where did you send him?” asked Nokama. “Someplace he won’t be bothering us. Anyway, how’s the Gukko-hunt coming?” “Well, judging by our distinct lack of Gukko...not good,” Matau said. “Though I don’t see you helping!” Whenua just smiled, having finally gotten over his sheepishness from before. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m lying in wait. See?” He indicated the center of the cavern, across which a gigantic net had been stretched. Nokama facepalmed. “Whenua, have you gone completely senile?” “No, only I’m awesome enough to be senile! You’re cool, but not quite at my level,” Matau interjected. “Please, do us all a favor and shut up,” said the Turaga of Stone. “Whenua,” Nokama continued, “how on earth do you expect to catch a bird Rahi underground?” “I think you mean ‘how inside earth,’ seeing as we’re underground,” said Whenua, “and you need to have some faith. Underground is the best place to go, and the Gukko know it too!” If there was such a thing as an “Extra-Strength Facepalm,” Nokama was doing it now. “But they’re flying, bird Rahi. Something tells me they don’t have the same attitude toward being underground that you do...you’re wasting our time down here.” “Can we at least borrow your net?” asked Onewa. “No, and no!” protested Whenua. “Trust me! I know what I’m doing!” Nokama sighed, seeing as this conversation was going nowhere. “Have fun sitting down here empty-handed,” she told the Turaga of Earth, “we’re going aboveground, where the Gukko will all be--” Her jaw dropped as a flock of Gukko suddenly came whipping around the corner and through the caverns, straight toward Whenua’s net. “Okay, that has to be the single most unlikely thing in the history of...okay, no, second most unlikely. Matau being humble is still more unlikely.” “I am humble! Not my fault I’m the greatest Turaga-Geezer of all time! What does ‘humble’ mean again?” Whenua just smiled in triumph as the Gukko flock soared toward his net. “Unbelievers, you all laughed before, but look at me now! Told you I’d catch...a...Gukko...oh no.” The flock had hit his net all right, and hit straight through it as well. Evidently his net hadn’t been designed for a flock that big. “We’re going to need a bigger net.” “AFTER THOSE GUKKO!” shouted all four Turaga in unison, charging as fast as their legs would allow down the tunnel where the Gukko had disappeared. They ran for what felt like hours, though was actually only two minutes, as they quickly ran out of breath. “I hate being old,” groaned Whenua. “Back in our Toa days, I could’ve caught those Gukko in seconds!” bragged Onewa. “No way, I would have easily beaten you,” said Matau. “Can we please not start another wimp fight again?” Nokama said, interrupting them. “Maybe they’ll be stupid and run into a dead-end cavern, and we can still catch one. We don’t need the whole flock, after all.” Matau and Onewa looked at each other, then at Nokama, then back at each other. “Nah.” “Bet I catch more than you!” Matau crowed. “You’re on!” said Onewa, dodging the swarm of crows that had emerged from Matau’s mouth. “Wait, do those crows count as Gukko?” “ ” emoticonned Nokama. “...I’ll take that as a no…” The four Turaga hobbled, much slower this time, after the Gukko flock. A few times, Whenua tried to use his drill to trap the Gukko, but kept accidentally missing the ground. Eventually, they emerged from the earth into an area of stone, which Onewa really liked. Then they emerged from the area of stone to an area with a lot of groundwater, which Nokama really liked. Then they emerged from the area with a lot of groundwater to an area with breeze blowing through it, which Matau really liked. Then they emerged from the area with breeze blowing through it to an area made entirely of pie, which Tava probably would have liked, except that he isn’t in this comedy. Then they emerged from the area made entirely of pie to an area with sunlight, which Takanuva probably would have liked, but the Turaga didn’t, as it meant the Gukko had escaped from the tunnels. The four Turaga sat, blinking for their eyes to adjust, at the mouth of the tunnel, looking around at the distinctly Gukko-free landscape. “Well, that stunk,” said Onewa. “Will you stop quoting yourself? I already complained about that earlier today,” Whenua groaned. “You can quote yourself if you want, I don’t mind.” “How’s that supposed to help?” “Please, everyone, let’s just head back to the boat,” Nokama suggested. “At the very least, we can tell Dume there’s a flock flying around in unlikely places. Maybe he’s found it!” Having no better ideas, the other Turaga all shrugged and followed her back to the beach. There, they were greeted by an incredibly unlikely sight. Vakama was sitting on the boat’s prow, blaming himself to Keetongu, who was plugging his ears and trying to open up a portal, but apparently failing. “It’s all my fault I’m annoying you! It’s all my fault you can’t hear me anymore! It’s all my fault you have one eye! It’s all my fault…” But that wasn’t what they were shocked about. On a nearby rock, surrounded by the entire flock of Gukko in perfect formations, sat Nuju, chattering in his usual flying Rahi language. “Cheep whistle brzzt cheep cheep.” The Turaga of Ice noticed the others and waved to them. “Click clack clackity click beep!” “‘Wasn’t that fun!?’” demanded an incredulous Nokama, translating Nuju’s words. “Do you mean to tell me you could have done this at any time?” Nuju shrugged. “Bazt wheep whip whop.” “What do you mean, ‘it was funny?’ It most certainly wasn’t, you icy little--” “By the way, I can also speak Matoran just fine,” Nuju said. “WHAT!?” “ ” For once, it was Nokama who was angry. “You little--I can’t believe--what the--WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?” (Thanks to the overuse of time-comedy warp portals earlier in the comedy, Pohatu did not appear despite the use of question marks and exclamation points together.) Nuju just chuckled to himself. “As a Turaga, I’m not allowed to be a nerd anymore. How else am I supposed to have fun?” “I’m just mad because pulling pranks is my thing…” muttered Matau. “Either way, I found it quite hilarious, and we do have our Gukko. Shall we get going?” “YOU STUCK-UP TROLLING LITTLE ####### #####ING ########### I’M GOING TO ####### THE ######## RIGHT OUT OF YOUR ##### AND ## BECAUSE ###### UPSIDE-DOWN ################ ### PENGUINS ##### ### ######### ####### GUKKO BUCKETS #################################################### BANANA ### # ## # ######## #### # ITALIAN ###### ## ## ##### GIANT INFLATABLE MONKEY ####### ## ##### #### ### WITH #### ### AND ####### ON TOP!” screamed Nokama, as Matau, Onewa, and Whenua all held her back. “Uhh...I think that means ‘sure,’” said Whenua. Then Onewa bopped Nokama over the head with his staff, knocking her mask off and causing her to faint. “That works.” As they all boarded the boat, Nuju’s Gukko flock obediently landing on the railings, Matau grabbed Vakama and threw him belowdecks. A relieved Keetongu immediately turned and ran as fast as he could back into the jungle. “Believe me, Nuju, we’ll hear what Dume has to say about this,” declared a very annoyed Whenua. Then he looked around suddenly. “Wait, come to think of it, where is Dume, anyway?” Matau glanced up, eyes wide at the sudden realization. “Dume? Uhh...yes...about that…” Somewhere in the jungles of Le-Wahi, a certain Turaga wandered around aimlessly, a net covering his face and blocking his vision. “Hello? Anyone? Hellooooooo...get this thing off of me!” “Okay!” exclaimed a nearby Keetongu with a as he raised a randomly appeared club. “Wait, no, not you, that’s not what I--” THE END Bob the Word Counting Gukko: This comedy has 3,649 words. ~Happy Thanksgiving from Lewa# Studios! Lewa0111 Nuva
  13. Hey all, a fair amount of people liked my last moc (an Axonn-like model), so when I bought some more G2 sets a while back, I randomly decided to revamp Turaga Nuju [] Random, huh? [] (And sorry that I can't post the rest of the images directly onto here, they're quite high-res) Front (Color adjustment) http://i.imgur.com/zMmvdSZ.jpg "We fight together!" http://i.imgur.com/sOoOWqP.jpg Dem eyebrows, doe. http://i.imgur.com/7F1gDCW.jpg Also sorry for the orange-tint, it's because it was sundown at the time of taking the photos [] Let me know what you guys think []
  14. I know I just posted a tiny Toa two days ago, was it? But, seeing as yesterday was my birthday, I did get some gifts, and being the fantastic little brother he is, Kakama knew which sets I didn't have yet, and got me the cheapest of those, the Protector of Jungle. So, without further ado, Matau: Front: http://orig12.deviantart.net/053d/f/2015/229/8/7/tiny_matau_by_b_rex54321-d961dub.jpg Side: http://orig09.deviantart.net/6ede/f/2015/229/2/6/tiny_matau_side_by_b_rex54321-d961eb4.jpg Back: http://orig01.deviantart.net/2c65/f/2015/229/2/a/tiny_matau_back_by_b_rex54321-d961egs.jpg Skeleton: http://orig11.deviantart.net/b9c9/f/2015/229/5/7/tiny_matau_skeleton_by_b_rex54321-d961eh9.jpg Shells: http://orig06.deviantart.net/b1d0/f/2015/229/8/7/tiny_matau_shells_by_b_rex54321-d961ehx.jpg And, progress with the Toa: http://orig09.deviantart.net/33f2/f/2015/229/b/0/tiny_toa_progress_by_b_rex54321-d961gqq.jpg
  15. Hi everyone! I'm selling sealed bionicle sets from the first wave and introduction of Bionicle from 2001! Toa mata: Onua 8532 35.- euro Gali 8533 35,- euro Turaga: Vakama 8540 15,- euro Matau 8541 15,- euro Onewa 8542 15,- euro Nokama 8543 15,- euro Nuju 8544 15,- euro Whenua 8545 15,- euro Kanohi: European kanohi bags 8530 (with chance of getting misprints) 10,- euro each Rahi: Muaka & kane-ra 8538 85,- euro Nui-Jaga 8548 75,- euro Nui-Rama 8537 (box has lot of wear) 70,- euro Tarakava 8549 80,- euro Used items: Toa mata got all 6 used with cannister and instructions 10,- euro each only tahu 12,- euro Manas complete with instructions 55,- euro no box
  16. Hey, guys! Came up with another MOC recently. I've built him surprisingly quickly from scratch in mere 2 hours. Turaga Makuta is actually an impersonation of my friend, whose nickname is Turaga Makuta. Maybe you remember that guy with LoMN covers and this story with Nathan Furst. Well, enjoy. And here is the gallery on flickr.
  17. I was fooling around with some designs one day after receiving a massive BrickLink haul, and this was the fruit of my labors. I present Matau, the Prankster, in all of his Turaga glory. https://www.flickr.com/photos/happybuzzsaw/sets/72157651116556555 Flickr^ I can't be bothered right now to make that link prettier. I tried emulating his Turaga robes with the tube there, I think it did a decent job. I actually really enjoy this design, it allows for a good amount of flexibility while capturing the stoutness and shape of a Turaga. What I especially like about his design is how compact and filled in his body is, giving him a solid feel. I don't mind using CCBS, especially in cases like this. I'm working on a hand design that'll give him a thumb. My next Turaga will either be Vakama or Whenua.
  18. In the Mysterious Island of Okoto, The Protector of Fire used the Mask of Time,and looking up to stars than he close he's eyes and dreams about a mysterious elder with red and orange than Protector says to the Mysterious Elder, “Who are you,and where did you come for?” than all see lose the Elder spoke to him, “I am Turaga Vakama of Metru Nui,and I was a Mask Maker like Ekimu and Your Makuta. My Greatest Creation was the Legendary Mask of Time, than with my Toa Team, The Toa Metru defeating Makuta,The Dark Hunters,The Visorak,Sidorak, & Roodaka. Than I and my team mates used are Toa Powers to free the Matoran than to give us the transformation into Turaga than are light turn to darkness when Makuta infered are Rahi than a Matoran named Takua surrounding the Toa Mata to defeat Makuta they did defeat him,but also the Bohrok Swarms and their Queens the Bagrag,as Nuva their defeat The Bohrok-Kal than Makuta's Returns with the Rahkshi than out of no where Takua,the same Matoran that surrounding The Toa, become a Toa of Light, Takanuva,and he did defeating Makuta that leave us back to Metru Nui,but with bad news of Mata Nui's Dying leaving The Nuva to Voya Nui their they need to reclaimed the Mask of Life,but they got defeating by Ex-Dark Hunters The Piraka so Takanuva's Friend, Jaller with Hahli,Hewkii,Nuparu,Kongu, & Matoro go to Karzahni to get new masks with stuck by the Red Star become the Toa Inika,and they defeated the Piraka,but the Mask traveling down to Mahri Nui where the Evil Warlords,The Barraki wanting the Mask for themselves,but The Toa Mahri go down to the Mutagen Ocean that ultimately Matoro gives he's life to free Mata Nui,but The Nuva with new Armor and help for The Order faces their final battle to faces The Brotherhood,but then Mata Nui finally awakens than didn't last with Makuta take full control of the robot,and Mata Nui's Spirt in the Mask of Life traveling to Bara Magna where the Evil Skrall Empire rules the Agri and Glatoran only fighting,but Mata Nui appears to them,and defeated Tuma. Than he is off to he's search of Bara Magna's Past to found the Prototype Robot,but than Makuta shown up the Ultimate Final Battle between Mata Nui and Makuta begin with Tahu,Takanuva,Glatoran, & Agri faces Armies of Skakdi,Rahkshi of Heat Vision, & Skrall it was a powerful fight,but Makuta was killed by a piece of rock are worlds unit as one for many years to come.” After herd Vakama's story he was glad to bring he's Tahu to he's Island than he woke up when a villager named, Kaparu say “Protector something is falling to sky.” than he knows that Tahu had arrival thanks part of Turaga Vakama of Metru Nui.
  19. Hi there, this is a MOC I've done yesterday since I noticed some Slizer Set pieces hanging around my room. His name is Jimpsy, a collector robot that used to rip other parts away to his personal collection. Before that he used to be a doctor/AI assistant, but his concerns turned him against their instituition and now he lives in his own junkyard.
  20. Hello everyone. After hearing about the news of BIONICLE coming back I decided to make a drawing. Link I drew a picture of a mysterious Turaga. Was thinking this character could be like a Toa who broke the Toa code but later transformed into a Turaga or something and has some alliance with a Makuta. Or he's just a random Turaga of air. Who knows, I sure don't. He also doesn't currently have a name so he's just the Mysterious Turaga. I tried to draw it in the original BIONICLE comic design (Until I found out how stiff the limbs were). Then it kind of morphed into this while adjusting the limbs. I had trouble deciding how to draw the feet so I just went with the Standard feet. And I picked the Komau because of it's powers of mind control, it seems to fit well with the character. Drawn in Gimp using trackpad. Colored in Gimp as well. No idea how long it took, I took a long break in between. And that's about it. Anyway, comments, critique, whatever is appreciated. ~Soran
  21. This is a Turaga of Darkness I made a while back.
  22. ...What would they be? Here are some ideas I have: Kraatu - A Gafna or Hydruka of some sort. Good Guy - The maskless version of the Ta-Matoran that saved Hahli in the first 2007 comic. He's red, a similar build, and not only is he holding a fire weapon, he also has a weapon in the set image that looks kind of like his right hand. Bad Guys - Skakdi Nightmares like Irnakk. QUICK Bad Guys - Alternate Rahaga of some kind. QUICK Good Guys - Hypothetical Matoran Hordika (which may have been said to potentially exist by Greg?) 07 Good Guy - A Matoran of some kind 08 Good Guy - Nidhiki as a Matoran. 08 Bad Guy - A Fenrakk Spider of some kind. What are your ideas?
  23. Hi guys! Before I start: Prices are negotiable Unfortunately, I might have to sell off my beloved 2001 collection as I am in great need of money for college. I MIGHT NOT DEFINITELY sell, but I want to have deals on standby just in case it is a must! It pains me to sell it as I JUST recollected it all. I am in need of only cash. I only accept payment through Paypal and cash in Euros (buyer may send money via post at their own risk). All items are used but are in great condition and come from a smoke free home. The buyer must pay shipping and optional Paypal fees if you want buyer protection. I will do my best to make the package as compact as possible to ensure you get a fair shipping price. I live in Ireland and can send anywhere. Please note that, for now, I am only selling any canister/small sets in sets of 6, and would prefer to send sets without canisters and instructions even though I have them as this will keep your shipping bill from getting too expensive. I cannot find my instructions so unfortunately I cannot include them on request. Remember, all instructions are online anyways so you would be saving money on shipping! All sets are complete and come with their original pieces (like original Kanoka, Masks, Kraata, etc...). The price I have listed below account are for sets without canisters and instructions were applicable. This is a great opportunity for those looking to collect sets to make Kaita sets or fill the voids in their collection. So without further ado, here is my inventory: (prices are in $USD and orange means reserved) SETS: (PIC ATTACHED) All 6 Turaga: $50 All 6 McToran: $50 OR all 6 Turaga and Mctoran: $75 Manas: $105 Tarakava: $65 Muaka and Kane-ra: $80 Nui-Jaga: $50 Nui-Rama: $30 OR all 5 Rahi for $300 MASKS: (PICS ATTACHED) All 72 Kanohi with display racks: $250 All 14 Euro Misprints with display racks and Tohunga/Rahi masks (no Infected Hau): $250 Copper Komau, Copper Huna, TNGM, Chrome Hau, Infected Hau with display line: $75 All 6 Golden Kanohi from 2002: $20 All 3 2001 COMICS in mint condition - never opened before: $30 USD OTHER HAVES: All 6 Vahki: $24 Krekka/Nidhiki/Turaga Dume and Nivawk: $13 each Keetongu/Sidorak: $16 each Umbra/Axonn/Brutaka: $27 each (last two MIGHT not be for sale I'll decide but you can offer anyways) Ehlek: $5 Toa Matau: $4 each Everything I have is on that list so I do not have any extra collectibles. Prices are negotiable Thanks.
  24. Just a random thought, but theoretically, should the Toa Nuva ever give up their power to become Turaga Nuva, would they produce Toa Nuva Stones rather than regular Toa Stones? Is Toa Nuva Energy different from Toa Energy, or do Toa Nuva just have enhanced elemental abilities? If so, could a Matoran becoming a Toa using a "Nuva Stone" become a Toa Nuva, as it would be charged with Toa Nuva energy?
  25. I just talked to Greg Farshtey on the LMBs inquiring about this promotional set: For a long time this 2006 promotional set has been thought to be Turaga Lhikan, though it was never made canon. Until now. Take a look what Greg Farshtey replied with: Source: community.lego.com/t5/LEGO-General/Chat-with-Greg-Farshtey/m-p/11233939#M252886 I have just caused Gold Good Guy to become the official canon set version of Turaga Lhikan! YAY!!! So, does this make any difference to you, or am I just excited over nothing?
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